Heather Brown: The rape girls

His coming didn't stop Kimberly. She kept her pussy in his face, and he kept shooting his tongue up her fuck canal, and sucking and nibbling at her pulsing clit.

His cock started to go limp, exhausted by his orgasmic effort, but she wouldn't permit it to fall. She enveloped the tube of meat with her mouth, furiously sucking and kissing it with her lips, bathing his prick in a warm cascade of saliva as she rubbed his balls and inserted a finger up his asshole.

Quickly she felt around in his rectum for the lump of his prostate, and finding it, she placed her finger against it and pushed, instantly activating his cock so that it lurched upward in her mouth and stiffened again. So absorbed was she in her work this time, that when he came again, after her frantic sucking and jacking off while she rolled her pussy in his face, she willingly swallowed his second load of hot sperm as he came in an agonized series of sticky bursts.

After Caldwell had come the second time, Kimberly climbed off him and studied him. She rubbed her sopping pussy as she watched her patient twitch, faint and semi-conscious from exhaustion. He was muttering something, but it was incomprehensible. Kimberly leaned down to try and understand what he was moaning.

"Who… who are you?" Caldwell groaned through twisted lips as Kimberly put her ear to his lips.

She stood up and looked down at him, putting her hands on her hips, her drooling pussy dripping with juice. So given to lewdness was Caldwell that the sight of a obviously hot pussy a few inches from him seemed to immediately inject added alertness in him, and his eyes cleared as he managed to say, "Are you my nurse?"

Kimberly continued to flaunt her pussy. When he asked again, she answered by placing a foot on a nearby chair so that her legs were fully parted. She tilted her pelvis toward the astonished Caldwell. She parted the lips of her cunt so that the dripping, scarlet fuck canal was fully exposed.

Despite his diminished condition, Caldwell tried to grab for her. But his depleted body betrayed his libido and he feebly collapsed with his arms hanging over the side of the bed.

"You're not my nurse… Nurses don't have cunts… Just needles and bedpans… No cunts on nurses… Like nuns…" He stopped to catch his fleeting breath, and then blurted out the words, "Who are you?"

"The angel of death," she said softly.

Looking straight at her cunt, he muttered, "Oh, my God, a talking pussy," then passed out.

The tapping on the door came about fifteen minutes after Caldwell had passed out. Kimberly had put her uniform back on and was sitting in a chair waiting.

She got up and walked across the room, smiling when she heard her damp pussy squishing with every step. She opened the door and silently let in Kitty, Jennifer and Gilda.

When they were at Caldwell's bedside, Kimberly asked, "Did you have any trouble getting past the nurses' station?"

"No sweat," Kitty said, and then laughed. "The nurse on duty there was… urn… busy. Very busy."

"How do you mean?" Kimberly said.

"Well, we thought she was reading a book," Gilda said, "until we passed by the station and looked inside."

"What was she doing?"

"Fingering her cunt," Jennifer laughed. "She couldn't have done anything about us even if she had seen us – she had three fingers all the way up her cunt."

Gilda giggled and then looked at Caldwell snoring lightly on his back. "Is that our millionaire?" she said, turning serious.

"You better believe it," Kimberly said.

"How've you been doing so far?" Gilda asked.

"Pretty good," Kimberly said. "I've gotten him to come twice, and moved his pulse up so fast that his eyes were rolling around like a slot machine."

"You think he's ready for us?" Gilda asked as she began removing her clothing, unbuttoning her jeans and revealing the tangle of her bush as she pulled the zipper down.

Before Kimberly could answer, Kitty said exuberantly, "Ready or not, here we come!" She undid her wrap-around skirt and let it fall to the floor, flaunting her pussy defiantly, while Jennifer removed her clothing and stood naked, her inner thighs pulsing in anticipation, her breasts hanging fully.

Kimberly realized that she had done her part and now it was time for her to back off and watch. Fortunately, she remembered she was wearing her crotchless pantyhose and could easily get herself off as much as she wanted to. Already the idea of what was about to take place was sending moist spasms pulsing through her pussy.

Surprisingly, the normally reserved Gilda was the first one to climb onto Caldwell's bed. Her white, freckled body wound around the sleeping Caldwell, her face and hands situated near his crotch. Like a lithe cat she began to feel his flaccid prick, playing with it as though it were a toy. Her alabaster tits dangled over his loins, and then fell lower to touch his cock. Holding her tits in her hands, she caught the shaft of Caldwell's prick between them and began rubbing it slowly between their soft flesh.

His pelvis twitched and his dick started to harden against the sensual rubbing of Gilda's pillowy breasts. As his cock became stiffer, Gilda met its head when it emerged from between her tits and licked it for an instant before pulling it back between her breasts. As she rubbed his hardening prick between her throbbing tits, Gilda could feel Caldwell's fingers intertwine themselves in the strands of her puss hair, groping feverishly for the moist gash of her cunt. When he found her pussy lips, she moved her legs apart. His fingers slid between her moist labia and begin finger-fucking her.

Now Jennifer crawled up on the bed joining Gilda. She got on her hands and knees and moved over Caldwell's head, allowing her exquisite dancer's body to settle down lightly over his sleeping face. Cupping her hand under his head, she raised it until there was a moist meeting of her cunt and his face.

Already feeling a warm contraction between her legs, Jennifer quickly positioned herself for maximum sensual impact, making sure that the drooling lips of her pussy met the lips of Caldwell's mouth. When she could feel his cool lips involuntarily caressing the folds of her pussy, she began a slow fucking movement that enhanced the sensation between her legs.

Suddenly Caldwell was conscious. His eyes opened, and, looking into crimson slash of Jennifer's shaved curd, he muttered, "What's happening?"

"You're being fucked to death," Jennifer replied as she ground her hips for emphasis.

"Oh, God, I love it," he said, and suddenly filled the room with slurping noises as he began to vigorously eat Jennifer's hairless cunt, his prick springing to full length between the delicious friction of Gilda's tits, his cockhead swelling into an angry red bulb under the incessant licking of her wet tongue.

Kitty was ready to jump into the fray, but before she did she had to strap on her equipment. From her purse she extracted a specially-designed dildo and strapped it around her waist. Cast in the shape of an enormous prick, at the base of the shaft the instrument had a switch which activated a circular motion of the jutting head.

The mail-order catalogue called it The Reamer, and Kitty couldn't wait to use it as she got on the bed. She parted Caldwell's legs as Gilda continued to stimulate his prick with her tongue and tits, and began preparing his asshole for the eventual thrust of the weapon strapped to her waist.

Kitty spit copiously into the palm of one hand, then massaged the warm saliva into Caldwell's anus, lubricating it for the full insertion of The Reamer.

His fate was not going to be like the others – culminating in pain. Caldwell's destiny was to be achieved by taking sensual pleasure to the ultimate extreme, taking him beyond the limits of orgasmic safety into the bizarre fringes of sexual peril where, as Kimberly had planned it, he would literally come to death.