Donna Allen: Three-way nurse

Leaning forward, Christie rubbed her cheek against the warm insides of Nurse Biddle's thighs. She tasted the soft skin with her lips. She moved her face closer to the woman's cunt and sniffed. There was none of the intimate feminine smell she expected. There was nothing except the delicate aroma of daffodils, or maybe it was roses, she couldn't tell. Whatever it was, it was pleasant. Using her fingers, Christie parted the thick, hairy outer lips of Nurse Biddle's cunt and placed her open mouth in the very center of her juicy pussy-gash.

"That's it!" Nurse Biddle hissed. "Eat my pussy!"

Christie began kissing add licking Nurse Biddle's cunt. She found herself enjoying the softness of her pussy-flesh. She moved her pursed lips up and down her cunt-slit, savoring the feel of the rubbery, wet cunt-meat. She tickled her tongue-tip over her large clit – and then took it in between her lips and began sucking.

Nurse Biddle began gyrating her hips. She flexed her thighs and squirmed her ass. She held up a huge tit in each hand and whimpered.

"Oh, shit, yes!" she groaned. "Suck it, baby! Suck that box!"

Her body shuddering with one spasm after another, her cunt throbbed out its climax against Christie's tongue.

When it was over, Nurse Biddle looked down, at Christie and patted her cheek.

"Thank you, darling," the older woman said. "That was beautiful!"

Christie said nothing. She felt ashamed and guilty, but at least, for the moment, her job was safe.

The first time Christie heard about Charlie Homan, she was sitting in the cafeteria eating her lunch and minding her own business. A nurse named Annabelle Leighton sat down at Christie's table with a wink and a giggled.

"There's a monster in room 403," Annabelle said.

Christie gave her a puzzled look. "Monster?"

Annabelle nodded. "There's a teen-age kid in there with absolutely the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life."

Christie smiled and pushed away her salad. "Are you measuring them these days?"

"Don't be a smart-ass," Annabelle giggled. "Go have a look and see for yourself. But keep your hands off, honey Biddle has been on the warpath for a week about nurses fooling around with patients. No cock in the world is worth trouble with Biddle."

Christie rolled her eyes and pretended to agree. She knew all about Head Nurse Biddle. After five days of sucking at Head Nurse Biddle's dripping pussy, there was nothing about Nurse Biddle Christie wasn't aware of.

Christie's poor little mouth was operating on a full schedule. She sucked off the Hospital Director every morning and the Head Nurse every afternoon. They'd promised her there would be only one more week of sucking, but the problem was whether Christie would last that long. It wasn't, the sucking that bothered her, it was the lack of variety. Oliver Fleming had a cute cock-head, but the man attached to the other, end of the cock was a clod. Head Nurse Biddle was a big-tittied bore. She'd made Christie suck on her fat nipples until Christie had a cramp in her jaw. All for the love of a stinking job! Christie's brain was getting rattled. She hadn't been near any man beside Oliver Fleming for nearly a week. Looking in on the patient in 403, just looking, would get her spirits up. Christie very badly wanted her spirits back up where they belonged.

The boy in 403 turned out to be a cute blond-haired kid with freckles. His eyes lit up when Christie walked into the room with a friendly smile. He'd had a compound leg fracture. He had the leg in a cast, but otherwise he seemed fine. When Christie asked if he had any pain, he shook his head.

"I'm just bored," he said.

She sat down on the edge of the bed. She ruffled his blond curly hair. She questioned him about his leg and learned he'd broken it playing football.

"I bet your girlfriend misses you," she said.

He shrugged. "There's no one special."

Christie laughed. She squeezed the muscular thigh of his good leg. "Playing the field, huh? You must drive all the girls crazy."

His eyes were on the swell of her tits under her uniform. She ran her hand back and forth along his thigh. It wasn't long before she had her eyes fastened to the tent in the sheet produced by his obvious erection.

"Oh, wow!" she said with a smile. "Did I do that?"

Sighing, he nodded. He was evidently less naive than she'd assumed.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"It don't matter," he said. "It happens all the time."

"Uncomfortable?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Let's have a look."

She couldn't help it. After Annabelle's rave introduction. Christie's curiosity had to be satisfied. She pulled down the sheet. She stared. She gasped!

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she said.

A ten-inch horse-cock rose up out of his crotch like a baseball bat. She feasted her eyes on his thick white cock-shaft sprouting out of the sparse nest of blond hair between his strong thighs. His cock jerked and twitched. His heavy, hanging balls quivered. His bloated cock-head visibly swelled under her eyes.

"You're very… well built!" she said.

He looked bored. "Yeah," he said. "You wanna suck it?"

His boldness caught her by surprise. She wanted to get up and leave, but the sight of his huge cock held her back. "I don't think I ought to do that," she said. "But maybe I could… take care of it for you."

He snorted. "Sure," he said. "Whatever you want."

Extending a hand, she closed her fist around the shaft of his cock. He groaned. His pelvis rose up. His body jerked and twisted. She squeezed his throbbing cock-shaft in response. With a slow, leisurely stroke, she began masturbating him.

"I think this is the biggest one I've ever seen," she said.

"Do you like it?"

"It's lovely," she said.

She brushed the tips of her fingers against the silky flesh of his huge cock-knob. The heat of his cock-shaft under her hand was thrilling. She could hardly close her slender fingers around his fat cylinder of fuck-meat. He groaned and trembled as her fist moved up and down his throbbing prick. Her eyes glittering, she kept shifting her gaze from his contorted face to the red, angry-looking head of his gorgeous cock.

"Oh, shit!" he moaned. He squirmed his hips. His full, sleek-looking balls rolled back and forth. She used one hand to cup his balls and, the other hand to pump and stroke his prick-shaft.

"Does that feel good?" she said. "Am I doing it right?"

A moment later, the first white pearls of hot jism came spurting out of the head of his cock. Using both hands, she pressed down on the base of his convulsing prick-shaft.

"Oh, honey!" she crooned. "That's lovely! Keep coming! Give me all of it!"

As she watched his jism foam and spurt out of his bloated cock-head, she had a sudden urge to have her mouth stuffed with his cockmeat. Swooping down like a bird of prey, her jaws wide-open, she engulfed his spouting cock-head.

After days of the thin, watery jism of Oliver Fleming, the boy's thick, ropy cum was a welcome treat. Her lips glistening with sperm, she pulled her mouth off his cock a moment.

"Delicious!" she said.

The boy groaned. The swollen, purplish head of his cock sent a thick set of white cockcream spurting against her face. His hot cum dripped down her cheeks and over her chin. With a soft moan, she jabbed the spitting head of his cock back into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed. Her hand worked up and down his throbbing cock-shaft to milk the last drop out of his balls.

"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned.

"Nice?"

"Yeah," he said.

His cock was still hard – not as stiff as before, but definitely not soft. She maintained her grasp on his cock. He was still trembling. When she pushed back his foreskin, the trembling increased. She chuckled at his excitement. She slid her hand down to his balls and began to play with them.