Donna Allen: Three-way nurse

What he finally pulled out and rolled over on his back, Christie turned on her side and kissed his cheek.

"That was lovely," she said.

He turned his head and looked at her. "Then let's make it permanently lovely."

She laughed. "Is that a proposal?"

"You know it is."

"Then the answer is no," she said. "At least not yet. And now, let's get out of here before someone finds us like this?"

The first time Christie saw Frank Ryan, she knew he'd be a troublesome patient. He had two television sets and two telephones in his room. He was a gravel-voiced, muscular man who looked like one of those people who made sure they got whatever they wanted. His eyes, like hot black coals, raked over her body in a way that made her shiver. She had the impression he could see right through her clothes right through her uniform to the bare black bush of her pussy!

The first day she was alone with him, he told her she had a nice ass.

The second day, he asked her if her tits were real.

On the third day, he suddenly flung the sheet aside, pulled up the front of his hospital gown to his bare belly, and gathered his cock and balls in his beefy hand.

"I need action," he said.

Christie turned up an eyebrow and tossed him a look of annoyance. "This isn't a cat house, Mr. Ryan. It's a hospital. You want action for that thing, you wait until you get out of here."

Grabbing hold of her hand, he pulled it down on his limp cock. "Play with it," he said. "See if you can make it hard!"

The feel of his cock had its effect on her. He had a stubby, circumcised cock with a fat, purplish cock-head. His balls were enormous. Her fingers automatically began stroking him, pulling the soft skin of his cock-shaft back and forth with a gentle touch. Then she decided she might as well milk him, if only to keep him quiet. She increased both the pressure and tempo of her pumping fingers. His cock began to swell anti stiffen. She curled the fingers of her free hand under his ball-sac and jiggled his balls.

"You're a sweetie," he said. "Show me your cunt."

"Don't be silly, Mr. Ryan."

"You've, got a bare pussy under that uniform, haven't you?"

She chuckled. She liked his cock. She liked the strength of it. She also liked the merry look in his eyes. "What makes you think I'm bare?" she said.

"I can tell," Ryan said. "It's a sixth sense. Show it to me!"

The temptation was too great. Pulling her fingers away from his cock, she walked over to the door and locked it. She returned to the side of the bed. Slowly unbuttoning her uniform, she slipped it off and draped it over a chair.

His eyes glittering, Ryan gazed at her black haired pussy. "That eating stuff," he said.

She smiled. "Then I hope you're hungry, Ryan, because here I come."

Climbing over him, she moved her legs apart and straddled his face. Using the fingers of both hands, she brushed the curly black hairs away from her moist pussy. Her clit was up. Pink flesh gleamed her fat, hair covered cunt-lips. She petted her cunt-lips with her fingertips, easing them open, prying them wide apart.

"Kiss it!" she hissed.

Looking down, she watched him stick out his tongue. His nostrils quivered as he sniffed the aroma of her cunt. When he began stroking his tongue between her cunt-lips, she sighed and eased her crotch down onto his face.

He began eating her cunt with a fierce determination, his sucking mouth grinding on her oozing pussy-flesh. He lapped deep into her cunt-hole. He massaged her cunt-lips with his nose. He breathed in deeply the smell of her cunt, saturating himself with her female scent. His strong hands slid over her ass, squeezing and jiggling her rubbery asscheeks.

Shuddering with pleasure at the aggressive probing of his tongue, Christie finally moved her cunt off his face and left the bed.

"You're good at that," she said.

Ryan grinned and watched her strip off her bra. When she reached for a garter clasp, he shook his head. "Leave them on," he said. "I like a little spice in my food."

Wearing nothing now except her white cap, a white garter belt, white stockings, and white shoes, Christie cupped her tits in her hands and asked Ryan about his wife.

"She's dead," he said. "You remind me of her. Big tits and a juicy cunt. She was a good woman!"

Christie was glad to hear he liked big tits. She wanted more of his cute mouth, but this time on her nipples. When she sat down beside him on the bed, his hands immediately moved to her tits. She leaned forward to hang a nipple into his open mouth. She smiled at the way he handled her tits, at the way his hands held them while he nursed. He was a big, burly man but at the moment, he looked like an infant, sucking on her hanging tits as if they were filled with milk. She crooned encouragement as he moved from one nipple to the other.

Her nipples glistened with his saliva when she finally pulled away, from his face. She patted his cheek.

"You're really, in no condition to do any hard work," she said. "Why don't you just lie back and let me take care of you."

"Take care of me how?" he growled.

Christie laughed. "If you promise to behave yourself, I'll suck your cock."

Ryan grinned. "It's a deal," he said.

She raised up head of the bed to make it easier for him to watch. She ran her hands over his legs and thighs. A sheen of sweat covered his protruding belly, flattening the line of graying hairs that thickened as they neared his crotch. His cock was limp again, and hung to one side like a tired sausage.

His body jerked as she slid a hand under his balls and worked her fingers in the crack of his ass. He groaned when she pushed a fingertip into the tight ring of his asshole. Lifting up his cock with her free hand, she leaned forward and rubbed it against her tits.

Lowering her face, she ran her tongue over the skin of his belly, tickling his hairs and stimulating his flesh. She nipped him in places with her teeth. She blew her hot breath into the tangle of his crotch hair. She continued moving her fingertip in and out of the tight grip of his asshole.

He moaned between clenched teeth, and she felt the first surging of blood into his limp cock. She cupped his balls and massaged them. She nuzzled her nose into the thick hair around the base of his cock.

She ran her fingertips back and forth along the underside of his slowly rising cock-shaft. His cock-head was visibly swelling now, fattening out to the size of a small plum. She kept working her fingertip in and out of his loosening asshole. He was getting there, his cock-shaft thickening and lifting, his cockhead expanding. He was soon grunting like a bull, his hands moving to pull her head down toward his upright cock.

She extended her tongue and teased it up the underside of his erect prick-shaft. She moved her mouth down again and licked around his cock-root. Opening her lips, she sucked in one of his quivering balls.

Ryan groaned. She sucked on his ball, playing her tongue over his wrinkled ball-sac, probing and slurping. He groaned again when she popped it out of her mouth and sucked in his other ball. By the time she moved her mouth up to his cock again, his ball-sac was coated with her saliva.

She had all of her finger wiggling in his ass, now. He squirmed and shifted on her hand, grunting at each thrust of her fingertip.

Cupping his balls, she slipped her mouth over the throbbing head of his cock and took him in until his cock-head jabbed at the back of her throat. She began bobbing her head up and down, fucking him with her suctioning mouth.

"Oh, yeah!" he groaned. "Blow me, you bitch! Suck my cock!"

His fat cock was completely bloated now, a hard slab of fuck-meat sliding smoothly in and out of her mouth. When the bulb of his cock began to throb, Christie knew he was only seconds away from a climax. Squeezing his balls, stepping, up the rhythm of her finger pistoning into his clenched asshole, she chewed and gulped on his thrusting cock-meat.