Robert Vickers - Doctor_s naughty helpers

"Keep fucking, keep fucking meeeee!" begged Jill. Her hips were thrashing around on the bed totally independent of her thoughts now. Her body burned with carnal intensity and she couldn't keep from shoving her ass down hard into the bed. The firmness under her supported her weight and prevented her from losing the prick buried balls deep up her cunt.

The doctor fucked as long, as he could, but she felt his prick slowly turning limp inside her. The fucking was over. She relaxed as much as she could. The bed's sheets were rumpled again and a spot where the come leaked from her cunt would stain soon.

She didn't care if she had to change every sheet in the whole Goddamned hospital. The fucking had been worth it. Jill snickered as she felt the steady stream of come and her own cunt juices leaking down the inside of her leg. Some of it managed to get into the crack between her asscheeks. It began to dry.

Even this felt sexy to the hot nurse.

"Oh, Fred, you're such a stud. I could fuck with you all day long!"

"I'd love it, babe, I really would. But you'd wear me out. That pussy of yours is a real cock-melter. No matter how much of a hard-on I had, you'd get me limp again in record time. And the other's tell me I've got iron control. Not with you!"

"Ummm, no," she cooed. "Maybe it's just that you haven't had as much practice with me."

"Something to think about," the doctor said, standing and pulling up his pants. "I guess I'll have to make an appointment every day or so and see if your prescription works!"

"Just call me," she said.

Suzanne saw Fred go back to the almost naked nurse on the bed and carefully kiss both of her still-rigid nipples, then her cunt and then her mouth. That kiss lasted long enough for Jill to lick off all the cunt juice the man had picked up on his lips.

"Umm, nice. Don't forget me," she chided him. "Forget you, hell, I'll be thinking of you all day long. And I've got surgery in an hour!"

"You sure you know how to operate," Jill told him, her fingers lightly brushing across his crotch. The doctor kissed her firmly one last time and then headed for the door.

Suzanne almost got caught standing there, her finger still in her pussy. She hastily retreated down the hallway and tried to look busy as the doctor walked past her. She wondered how he could look so at ease after fucking like that.

The teenager decided it must be practice. Even Jill had the look of efficiency when she emerged from the room where they'd been balling. Jill hardly noticed Suzanne, then turned and told her. "Change the sheets in that room. Room service is getting sloppy around here." With that, Jill walked off, her pert buttocks rolling to and fro in a way that made Suzanne envious. Envious and horny.

Suzanne didn't know how to cope with the feelings running through her tender young body. They were emotions she had denied for too long. She had no experience with sheer, carnal lust. Seeing the doctor's prick driving into Jill's wide spread pussy had sent a shiver up her spine that was totally different from anything else she had ever experienced.

She tried to sort everything out in her head. She tried to convince herself that what she'd seen was wrong. The teenager knew it wasn't any crime to spy on a doctor and a nurse knocking off a piece in an empty room, but she still blamed herself for staying and watching so long. It seined to be a private thing turned public.

Suzanne doubted that Jill would have cared one way or the other. In fact, the idea of having an audience for her striptease and the fucking afterwards might actually please her. She seemed to be something of an exhibitionist.

The teenaged girl turned cold at the idea of fucking and having anyone standing and watching. She was a very private person. The very idea of letting a man stuff his prick up into her tiny cunt seemed terrible to her.

She jumped when a sharp pain lanced into her buttock. Suzanne turned and saw one of the interns behind her. He'd pinched her. She rubbed the spot while he smirked.

"Anything the matter, Suzie?" he asked, a leer on his lips. "Anything you need a doctor to examine?"

"Buzz off," she snarled. "That was a very impolite thing to do. And it hurts!"

"Want me to kiss it and make it well?" he persisted. "I've got just the medicine for what ails you." He opened the front of his lab coat with a significant movement of his hips, mimicking a fucking motion.

"Really!" she sniffed. "How crude."

"I don't understand you, kid," the doctor said. "You don't put out for any of the others. I've asked. With a body like you've got, you're missing out on one hell of a lot of fun."

"Please, Doctor…" she hesitated as she peered at his nametag, "Please Dr. Marrick, please leave me alone. I have work to do."

"All work and no play, doesn't get you laid," he said. His hand rested lightly on the curve of her ass. He squeezed down suggestively. She swatted his hand away and gave him a look designed to freeze a blast furnace. He got the message. He shrugged and went away.

As he did, Suzanne almost called out to him. She hadn't meant to be so abrupt. And, in spite of how it hurt her to say it, she had been considering his lewd offer. What was it like having a man fuck her? It had to be better than simply running one of her skinny little fingers all the way up into her cunt.

Why had she turned him off like that? Why should she save herself for the man she married? She didn't expect any man she married tote a virgin, so why should she? Besides, it seemed to her that she should get some sexual experience so she could tell what she really wanted and needed in a man.

There seemed to be a wide variety of studs running around loose in the hospital. She could pick and choose as they all seemed to find her seductively pretty.

Then Suzanne came to her senses. What she'd been thinking was sinful. It was completely wrong. She was a good girl. She didn't fuck indiscriminately. Let Jill do that. It reduced the older woman in her estimation, but it seemed a natural thing when Suzanne really thought about it.

It was right for Jill, but wrong for her. That was the way it had to be. Nothing else would fit into her preconceived ideas of morality and what was right and wrong.

"What's the confusion, Suzie?" asked Jill, walking up. Her face was slightly flushed. Suzanne wondered if the nurse had been fucking with another doctor. She vowed not to ask. It wasn't any of her business. The mere thought of what she'd done when Jill and Fred had fucked made the girl blush vividly.

"You're flushed," said Jill, placing her hand on the girl's forehead. "You aren't dinning a temperature, are you? You can pick up all sorts of creepy diseases around a hospital."

"No, really, Jill, I'm okay. I was just thinking about something that I… that I shouldn't have seen."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you and Fred." Suzanne found that once the floodgates had opened, she was able to spill the entire story in one giant rush of words. She told about not wanting to spy but how she had watched the voluptuous nurse strip naked and then staying to watch Fred and her fucking.

"So what?" asked Jill. "I didn't do anything that wasn't right. Besides, look at it this way. That was part of hospital politics. Every nurse comes up for evaluation once a year. A panel of four doctors has to pass judgment on how good a nurse I am. Fred's one of the panel. Do you think he's going to turn in a bad report on me?"

"You don't mean you're going to blackmail him?" Suzanne was aghast at the idea. She couldn't conceive of anyone blackmailing anyone else with such lurid acts, much less her friend.

"Blackmail?" laughed Jill. "Don't be silly. He's got as much on me as I did on him. Or rather, we were both equally naked." She chuckled at her little joke and then said, "I meant that he's not going to risk losing me as a sex partner by downgrading me. Besides, I do my job and he knows it. The fucking is just insurance to make sure he doesn't forget."