Donna Allen: Three-way nurse

"Give it to me!" she cried. "Fuck me hard!"

Panting and wheezing, his hands trembling on the white checks of her lewdly tilted ass, he pumped his cock vigorously in and out of her boiling cunt. At the end of each stroke, his balls slapped against her upper thighs with a wet noise. Grinding and humping, she dug her fingernails into the upholstery of the sofa. She shook her ass, pulling and rotating on his thick cock.

"Uhh!" he groaned. "Uhh – oh, baby – I'm coming, coming!"

She came with him, her cunt vibrating, her ass humping, as his jism splattered into the spasming channel of her milking cunt.

Later, as they lay resting on the sofa, he told her Head Nurse Biddle expected a visit from her.

"Biddle isn't too bad," Fleming said. "The best thing to do is relax and enjoy it!"

Christie was thankful she was off duty the next day. Late in the morning, she opened her eyes, totally exhausted after a restless sleep. There was no escaping the fact that she had to see Head Nurse Biddle as soon as possible. She knew that if she waited too long, Biddle would only be more difficult to handle.

Sliding out of bed, rubbing her eyes as she crossed the bedroom to the bathroom, Christie prepared a bubble bath and climbed into the tub with a sigh. She soaped her tits vigorously until her dark nipples protruded through the lather. She pinched her hard nipple-tips, wincing at the pain. She pressed her tits flat against her chest, her fingers kneading her swollen nipples. She imagined someone else's hands moving over her belly, someone's fingers curling in the wet hair at her crotch.

The hand between her thighs gripped her cunt. God, it felt good! Her cunt was already swollen from the heat of the water. She massaged it with her fingers, strumming it with a familiar cadence. The gash of her cunt seemed on fire. She pushed a finger into the grip of her cunt hole. She spread her legs wider. She rubbed her outer and inner cunt-lips with the heel of her palm.

Her leg muscles began to tremble. Her feet moved back and forth along the bottom of the tub. She totally surrendered her body to the delicious pleasure of finger-fucking herself!

She stared down at her quivering clit protruding from the black bush of her cunt-hair.

"Fuck!" she moaned. "Fuck my clit!"

A gurgling sound came out of her throat. Her hand closed over her cunt, her fingers pulling and pinching her cunt-lips – churning the creamy, thick juice oozing out of her hairy pussy-hole. The orgasm was better than nothing – but what she really needed was a cock, a big long cock plowing in and out of her cunt and dumping a load of hot male cum!

Climbing out of the tub, she dried her body with a large towel and began her preparations for Head Nurse Biddle.

An hour later, Christie was standing outside Nurse Biddle's office at the hospital. Christie paused a moment in front of the door. She fluffed her hair and straightened the neckline of her dress. Taking a deep breath, her heart pounding, she rapped on the door.

"Come in!"

Opening the door, Christie stepped into the office. Nurse Biddle was seated behind her desk. When she saw Christie, she raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Close the door and sit down," she said.

There was only one empty chair in the room, and that was on Nurse Biddle's side of the desk. Feeling as if an invisible hand was twisting her stomach, Christie moved forward and sat down.

Nurse Biddle appraised her from head to foot. "I rarely get a chance to see you out of uniform," the older woman said. "You're very attractive."

Christie blushed. "Thank you," she said.

"You've already seen Doctor Fleming, haven't you?"

Christie nodded. "Yesterday evening."

"Then I suppose we understand each other, don't we? You ought to consider yourself very lucky. I think any one of the other nurses wouldn't have a chance – they'd be fired immediately. But you're something special, aren't you Christie? Twitching your little ass around her like a bitch-dog in heat. I can smell it, you know. I can smell your precious little pussy every time it's been active. I had a hunch you'd get after that Ryan fellow. Pretty picture you made, up on the bed like that with your cute little ass in the air. Very pretty. He had you in the ass, didn't he?"

Frightened by the venom in the woman's voice, Christie nodded.

Nurse Biddle smiled. "And now, in a manner of speaking, you belong to me, don't you?"

Christie nodded again. She realized her hands were trembling, and she folded them over her knees.

Nurse Biddle fixed her eyes on the low-cut neckline of Christie's summer dress. "Stand up," she said.

Christie rose uncertainly to her feet. Her eyes glittering, Nurse Biddle leaned forward and ran her fingers over Christie's nylon-clad knees. A moment later, the woman's soft warm hands were moving up under Christie's dress and over her thighs. Christie froze. She'd expected Nurse Biddle's hands on her body, but now that it was happening, she was confused. She'd never liked the touch of another girl's hands. Once in a while a girl would try to get familiar with her – brush her tits, pat her ass, or even try to rub cunts. Christie always discouraged them. This time, however, she had no choice. There was also something different about it. Nurse Biddle was at least ten years older than Christie – she was certainly not another girl. The axe was hanging over Christie's head. One wrong word, one unthinking act and she'd be canned – and her chances of getting a job at another hospital in town would probably be zero!

Christie stood there with her hands at her sides and her eyes straight ahead. She was afraid to breathe, let alone speak or move. Under her dress, Nurse Biddle's hands were on Christie's ass now, squeezing, clutching, and fondling her plump ass-cheeks covered by flimsy nylon panties.

Nurse Biddle pressed her face against Christie's belly. Christie found herself trembling with excitement. The touch of Nurse Biddle's hands somehow seemed more erotic than she'd expected! Christie wondered if the older woman could tell she was getting turned on.

Nurse Biddle finally sat back in her chair. She looked Christie up and down and smiled. "Take off the dress, honey," she said. "Let's have a look at you."

Her eyes glazed, Christie unzipped her dress and slipped it off. Nurse Biddle looked her over and nodded her approval.

"You're lovely." Nurse Biddle said. She waved a hand when she saw Christie had stopped undressing. "But take everything off," she said. "Let me see all of it darling!"

Irritated now, confused by the dampness between her legs, Christie stripped everything off as quickly as possible. She'd be damned if she'd give Nurse Biddle the pleasure of a striptease. Nurse Biddle didn't seem to mind. By the time Christie was completely naked, the older woman's eyes were glowing.

"Delicious!" Nurse Biddle said. "Come closer, honey. Don't be afraid!"

When Christie moved forward, Nurse Biddle extended her hands and took bold of Christie's heavy, swaying tits. Christie a shivered at the first touch of Nurse Biddle's fingers brushing lightly over her nipples.

"Mmmmmn, you excite easily, don't you?" Nurse Biddle said. She pulled Christie's tits towards her face. Christie moaned softly when the older woman began licking and sucking at her long dark nipples. She could feel her pussy quivering. She could feel her cunt-juice oozing out between her swollen cunt-lips to drench the insides of her thighs. She was turned on! There was no way to deny it!

The fact that Nurse Biddle was a woman didn't seem to make any difference – her nipples and cunt and clit didn't seem to care. One thing was certain – Nurse Biddle was an expert at sucking a tit. Hot flashes of exquisite pleasure radiated out from Christie's saliva coated tits. She looked down, to watch how Nurse Biddle drew the nipple and its surrounding dark flesh deeply into her mouth. Christie yielded to the delightful sensation of having her nipple sucked so expertly by Nurse Biddle. She knew, as she looked at her other tit and saw her nipple standing up hard, that the one in Nurse Biddle's mouth must also be erect.