Donna Allen: Three-way nurse

She knelt over him, one hand holding his huge cock, the other hand against his muscular chest for support. Jerry moved over Ted's head. He half-sat with his back against the headrest of the bed, his hips on a line with Ted's shoulders – his cock rigidly erect and waiting! Christie bent forward and kissed his cock-head.

"It's a nice looking cock," she said.

She lowered her hips until her cunt made contact with the enormous head of Ted's fuckmeat. She bit her lips when she felt his smooth cock-knob meet the wet flaps of her pussy. A soft moan came out of her throat as her cuntlips, were pushed apart by his massive cock.

Her ass sank lower. Ted's hands reached around to covet the upper curves of her asscheeks as her cunt slowly parted around the head of his cock.

"Oh, Jesus!" she hissed.

She had his cock partly in her cunt, his immense cock-head spreading her cunt-mouth in a way she'd never believed possible. She was sure she'd faint before taking all of him, but her body didn't seem to care. Her pelvis automatically gyrated and pushed down onto his massive cock.

Groaning and mewling, she slowly inched her cunt down over his cock. Two inches. Five. Seven. It seemed endless! He was in there touching places where a cock had never been before.

Jerry waved his cock in front of her face, demanding attention. Her breath rasped in her throat. She extended her tongue and touched the crown of his cock, licking it slowly. Then her mouth opened and her lips formed a ring around his cock-head. She began sucking him. Jerry moved one hand to the back of her head and other hand down to fondle her hanging tit.

It was the great cock throbbing in her cunt that gave her a pleasure almost too exquisite to be endured. Her hips rose and fell with a slow, sensuous rhythm. She could feel the thick, fleshy cylinder of his cock stretching every muscle in her cunt. She could feel her cunt-lips drawn back and forth by the friction of his prick-meat. Her clit quivered and throbbed and felt ready to burst!

The hands on her ass were now lifting her up and down onto his huge cock. On the upstroke, her cunt was drawn up until only his fat prick-head remained within her cunt-hole. On the downstroke, her cunt was fully packed with Ted's pulsing cock-meat. She could feel her own warm pussy-juices flowing from the lips of her cunt-gash to wet the insides of her thighs. Each tit was in the grasp of a strong, knowing hand.

"Suck it, baby!" Jerry hissed. "Suck that cock!"

Her lips bobbed up and down over his rigid cock-shaft. A violent trembling shook her lower body as she dropped her hips and crammed Ted's huge cock fully into her cunt. She stayed down, grinding the mound of her cunt against his pubic bone, massaging her clit until she brought herself to the throes of an orgasm.

Her hips churned. Her cunt milked his cock. Her lips sucked greedily at the smaller prick filling her mouth. A sudden gushing eruption, hot as lava, rose inside her, and she knew Ted was coming. He lifted his hips from the bed and held her suspended over his cock. His pulsing fuck-meat completely filled her. His cock-cream continued to pump until she could feel it running down from her cunt-lips to wet her thighs.

Strong hands continued squeezing her tits, her swollen nipples, the cheeks of her ass. The hand on the back of her head was now more insistent. Jerry was straining to get his cock deeper into her mouth. Her jaws ached as she opened them as wide as possible to accept him.

The head of his cock slammed against the back of her throat. The hair covering his balls tickled her chin. His jism poured deep into her mouth. She swallowed deeply. She felt the thick slimy cock-gravy sliding down her throw. Pulling back her head, she let the second spurt splatter against her lips and chin. She caught the third spurt in her open mouth. She ran her tongue over the sticky shaft of his cock, and then cleaned off his cock-head with her lips.

Ted remained, immobile beneath her. His cock was now soft, but it still felt huge. An aching void appeared in her cunt when he twisted his hips and pulled free. His wet cock dangled against her thigh. She rolled over and looked at him.

"First time I ever rode a real stallion," she said. She reached a hand down to stroke the sticky meat of his cock.

"Maybe when I get out of here we can make it together," be said. "I like the way you fuck."

Christie smiled. "I've got two boyfriends," she said. "I think I now know which one I'm going to many."

Both Ted and Jerry screwed up their faces with disapproval. Christie laughed and began putting on her clothes. When she had her uniform buttoned up, she kissed each of them on the cheek and walked out of the room.

Brad Wylie, M.D. and Christie Cannon, R.N. were married at the end of the summer. After a simple ceremony attended by no more than a few close friends, the newlyweds drove off for a brief honeymoon at a nearby resort.

In the car, on the way to the motel, Christie sat close to Brad. He placed his hand on her nylon-covered knees. The tips of his fingers wedged between her legs, and it wasn't long before Christie opened her knees and Brad's hand slid up between her thighs.

Brad's cock hardened in his shorts as he kneaded her thigh through her stocking. He slid his hand onto her bare, warm flesh.

"That feels good," Christie crooned. She moved a hand to his lap and giggled when she felt the hardness of his cock. Her fingers deftly massaged his cock-head through his pants and shorts. She finally pulled his zipper down and brought out his fuck-meat.

"Jesus!" Brad groaned.

Christie chuckled. "Brad, honey. We haven't passed a car for miles and miles."

She reached into his shorts and pulled both of his balls out. A moment later, she had her head in his lap and her face close to the tip of his rampant cock. She took hold of his cock down near the base and tightened her fingers around it until the veins began to swell. She began licking her way upward toward his cockhead. She caught some of his clear pre-cum on her tongue as it oozed from his cock-slit. She briefly sucked his plum-shaped cock-head into her mouth and thoroughly wet it with her saliva.

Pulling her mouth away, she made a cooing sound and ran her tongue downward to his balls. She licked over his wrinkled ball-sac. She scooped up one of his balls between her lips and gently pressed it to the roof of her mouth as though it was a delicate, soft-shelled egg.

"Oh, shit!" Brad moaned. "I'm pulling the car over. This is too dangerous!"

He found a wide spot on the shoulder of the road and stopped the car. Christie returned her hand to the base of his cock and pulled the skin back until his velvety cock-knob was completely uncovered. She positioned his cock, then bent her head and began teasing his cockhead, stabbing and swabbing his sensitive flesh with her tongue. Brad sat there with his head leaning against the back of the seat and his throat rumbling with pleasure.

She swirled her tongue around and around the crown of his cock. She mewled at the delicate taste and aroma. Her eyes gleaming, she looked up at him and crooned.

"Feel good, honey?"

He gazed at her with his eyes half-closed and his chest heaving. "You'll make me come," he said.

Christie giggled. "Now, now Doctor Wylie, that's nasty!"

Shaping her lips in the form of a ring, she pulled the head of his cock into her mouth. With her lips grasping him tightly, she began irritating the underside of his cock with just the barest touch of her teeth. She sucked on him like a vacuum cleaner. She began pumping her head up and down, pretending her mouth was a cunt and trying to milk him with its suction.

"Oh, Jesus!" he moaned. His hands went to the back of her head, imprisoning her mouth on his cock. "Suck it, baby!" he hissed. "Suck it hard!"