Donna Allen: Three-way nurse

She wiggled her fingers and jabbed them in and out. She watched every motion, savoring it all, smiling at the lewd beauty of her masturbation. It was always better when she could see it, when she could watch the sucking mouth of her meaty cunt grasping at her fingers.

Christie had two serious suitors at the hospital, two members of the medical staff who'd hinted at marriage – a cardiology resident named Brad Wylie, and an intern named Steve Gorman. She was certain she'd eventually wind up marrying one of them, but she had, no idea which one she preferred. Sometimes she drove herself crazy trying to decide between them. She thought about them now. She imagined them watching her, begging her to let them shove their cock into the channel of her pussy. She imagined them pleading on their knees. She'd make them eat her before they fucked her. She'd make them suck her pussy while she sat on the toilet. Brad had once done that to her. He was much better at sucking than Steve. But Steve had the bigger cock.

She had three fingers in her cunt-hole, now. She stretched her cunt-mouth with one hand and used the fingers of the other hand to massage her clit. She was moving along to an orgasm – and the sensation was marvelous! She loved watching her hips bucking her drooling cunt against her hands. It was almost as if she were watching someone else masturbating. She gasped at the pleasure of it, moaning as the orgasm washed over her body in a great wave. Probing and massaging her cunt in a frenzy, she tried to milk every last bit of pleasure from the come.

Not yet sated, hoping to bring herself off again, she continued playing with her cunt. Whenever she masturbated, the second orgasm was always easier to bring on than the first.

The door to the washroom suddenly opened. She heard two nurses come in. Giggling silently at her audacity, she continued fingering her cunt. She clamped her lips firmly together to prevent herself from crying out. Carefully massaging her throbbing clit, she used every ounce of willpower to hold herself still and silent while she brought herself off for the second time.

She blotted her pussy again. She wiped the sticky, pungent cunt-juice off her fingers with toilet paper. She arranged her uniform and left the cubicle. The two nurses were busily pissing in their own cubicles. With a sigh of relief, Christie slipped out the door.

At the end of the corridor, as she turned the corner, she ran into Brad Wylie.

"Jesus!" he said. "You're like a guided missile! Where in hell are you rushing to, Christie?"

She laughed nervously. She apologized. After a quick glance down the corridor to make certain they were alone, she pressed against him and kissed his cheek.

"Find an empty bed," she said. "And please do it fast!"

Brad chuckled. "That bad, huh? I haven't seen you moaning for it like this in ages."

She playfully pinched his cock. "Shut up and find us a bed," she said. With a final fingering of his rising cock, she pranced off to the surgical ward. She knew Brad would come through with a bed – he always did! She hoped he wouldn't dawdle.

As it turned out, he moved faster than she'd expected. An hour later they were facing each other in an empty room on the sixth hoof. Brad had arranged things with the nurse in charge and Christie felt safe enough to really let loose. God, how she needed it!

Removing his white jacket, Brad undid his tie. Christie kicked off her shoes and came into his arms. Their mouths locked in a hot, searching kiss. He pulled her close to him with one hand pressed on her quivering ass. The prominent bulge of his cock-shaft dug into tile rise of her belly.

Christie felt as if she had a fire in her cunt. She wasn't sure she'd be able to hold out through the preliminaries. Brad liked to dally he liked a long build-up!

His cock bulging into her belly, he helped her peel off her uniform. He unhooked her bra and removed it, staring hungrily as her large, red-tipped tits came into view.

"The best tits on the staff," he said.

She cupped one of her full tits in her hand, offering it to his open mouth. Closing his lips over her hard nipple, he began greedily sucking on it.

Sighing, her hand holding up her tit, she fed his mouth.

He finally released her saliva-coated tit and moved his lips to the other one. Christie reached down between their bodies and lowered his zipper. Probing inside his fly, she grabbed hold of his hard cock and brought it out into the open air.

Brad moaned into the flesh of her tit when she began to rhythmically stroke his cock. She felt a drop of pre-cum ooze from his cock-slit onto the palm of her hand. Using the ball of her thumb, she spread the sticky drop over the tight skin of his fat cock-head.

"I can't wait," she said. "Fuck me now!"

He pulled his mouth off her tit and chuckled. "Easy, honey," he said. "I want a taste of that sweet pussy of yours."

He crouched down with his face near her pussy. With a sigh of resignation, she moved her legs apart to give him access. Using the fingers of both hands, her knees wobbly, her pelvis thrust forward, she pulled her cunt-lips open and offered herself.

"Suck it!" she hissed.

An instant later, she felt his rough tongue lapping the length of her burning cunt-slit. He quickly found her clit and began sucking on the quivering bud. Using his head for support, she twirled her fingers in his hair. He had a good mouth. He worked her flesh over, feeding on her, massaging her clit with just the right mount of pressure. Clenching the cheeks of her ass together, she tilted her cunt up to his face.

She finally pulled away from him. "Damn you!" she said. "Get your clothes off and fuck me!"

She stretched out on the bed, her eyes on his throbbing cock still protruding from the fly of his pants. He quickly removed his clothes and lay down beside her. She grabbed his cock, pulling at his hard prick-meat.

"Put it in me!" she screamed.

He positioned himself between her legs. Grabbing her calves, he spread them apart and opened her cunt-gash to his hungry gaze. She moved her hands to her tits and fondled them. He rubbed his cock-head between her dripping cunt-lips. Grasping her calves again, he pushed them up so that her knees pressed into her tits. He positioned his throbbing cock-head at the entrance to her cunt and pushed forward to sink the length of his cock into her slippery pussy-channel.

She moaned at the full, stretched feeling caused by his pulsing cock in her cunt. He was in her to the hilt. Her arms went up and she grabbed his shoulders.

"Fuck me now!" she hissed. "Fuck me hard!"

The clutching walls of her cunt grabbed his cock as he slowly pulled out. When he had no more than his fat cock-head still inside, he thrust in hard and hit bottom. A gasp of pleasure burst out of her throat. He began a steady rhythm, pistoning in and out of her cunt with long, slow strokes.

She dug her fingernails into his muscular shoulders as he continued lunging into her body. His rhythm picked up speed. The base of his cock continually brushed over her throbbing clit with each stroke.

She soon felt his cock expanding in the grip of her cunt-channel and she knew he'd be coming soon. She was ready now. She wanted his cum. She wanted him ramming her cunthole as he shot his load. She loved taking the jism out of a man. She loved sucking his balls dry with her pussy!

His strokes suddenly increased in speed and became jerky and erratic. He vetted a deep groan, and a moment later she felt the first hot spurt of his cum and began writhing in the throes of her own orgasm.

He continued to piston in and out of cunt as the boiling load gushed from bloated head of his cock.

"Oh, God!" she moaned. Shivering, she wrapped her legs around his ass and closed her eyes. They churned and writhed snaking the bed creak and bounce beneath them. A tremor rocked him as he shot the last of his load into her frothing cunt.