Three-Way Nurse

CHAPTER TWO

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.

"Oh, shit!" he groaned. "I'm coming, baby! I'm coming!"

Her lips pulled violently at his flexing cockhead. A sudden spurt of hot jism geysered out of his cock-head into her mouth. A slippery coating of cum soon covered her teeth. His cock continued to throb and pump what seemed like a never-ending supply of jism into her sucking mouth. She swallowed continuously as his cock-cream eased down her throat. She kept sucking him, trying to drain his balls – to draw every ounce of his cum out through his cock!

He fell back onto the bed, his eyes closed, his chest heaving, his lungs pumping for air. Christie lifted her head and let his soft, slippery cock slide from her lips. She licked up the remnants of jism at the corners of her mouth. She packed her tits into her bra and slipped on her uniform. She pulled down Ryan's hospital gown, covered his legs with the sheet, and checked his pulse. Humming softly, she walked out of the room.

Later that afternoon, Head Nurse Biddle stopped Christie in the corridor.

"We're having trouble with that Ryan patient," Nurse Biddle said. "He screams at all the nurses. Insists you're the only one he wants in his room. I don't know what's going on, dearie, but I've got orders to see that Mr. Ryan gets treated like royalty. See if you can calm him down, will you?"

Christie gazed at Nurse Biddle's plump ass as the older woman turned and walked off. Christie had never liked Head Nurse Biddle. There was something strange about her. Christie had heard rumors that Nurse Biddle liked women. There was always some of that going on at the hospital, and as long as it didn't affect her, Christie paid no attention to it. If Head Nurse Biddle enjoyed sucking pussy more than sucking cock, Christie felt sorry for her. Christie had no doubts about her own preference.

She found Ryan sitting up in bed with a telephone at each ear. He motioned her to close the door and sit down. Remembering Head Nurse Biddle's request, Christie shut the door and sat down on a chair near the window. She sat there waiting for Ryan to finish what looked like two very important telephone conversations. She smiled when she noticed him ogling her legs. She remembered the feel of his fat cock spouting cum into her mouth. Her pussy quivered and she moved her thighs apart. She pulled back her uniform until her thighs were completely exposed. Sliding a hand down to her crotch, she gave him a teasing smile and fingered her cuntlips. By the time he was off the phone, she had him panting and growling like a grizzly bear.

"You promised you'd behave yourself," she said. "All the nurses ate complaining about you."

"The hell with that," he said. "Let's fuck. That cunt of yours is driving me crazy!"

Christie laughed. The rampant lust in his eyes fed her own excitement. She thought of his cock again, and any hesitation she had about yielding quickly vanished. Walking over to the door, she turned the lock. Anyone on the staff could open the door from the outside, but at least she'd have time to get off the bed.

Moments later, she was on the bed completely stripped. Ryan's medical problems were minor, and she decided there was no reason he couldn't fuck her any way he wanted. It would probably be good for him. His cock was hard and throbbing, and he was obviously strong enough!

She opened her legs for him. He knelt between her knees. Instead of immediately crawling forward to mount her, he lifted one of her legs and began to lick the smooth, warm flesh above her stocking top. He licked up and down, and then he moved to her other leg and did the same thing.

"Great legs," he said. "A good pair of legs always turns me on."

He rolled over. She looked back over her shoulder as he gazed at her compact white ass. He briskly brushed his hand back and forth across her asscheeks, enjoying the way they quivered.

"Great ass!" he said. "You've got the sweetest little ass I've seen in a longtime."

He leaned forward and kissed her neck. His nibbling lips moved down between her shoulder blades to the small of her back. Wrapping his hands around the firm cheeks of her ass, he kissed down into her ass-crack. He licked and sucked at her damp, quivering assflesh.

She held her breath, waiting to see how far he would go.

He pushed his hot wet tongue deeper into the sweaty cleft of her ass. Soon, he was pressing his face firmly between her asscheeks, his nose caught at the top of her asscrack, his tongue probing and tickling at her tingling little asshole.

"Oh, Jesus!" she moaned.

He rose up on his knees. Gripping her at the hips, he pulled her ass up. She moved her knees forward for support. He pushed her thighs farther apart and pressed against the small of her back. He now had her kneeling with her head and shoulders on the mattress and her ass in the air.

He looked directly down at her fat, dark haired cunt and winking asshole. Grabbing his cock, he worked the head of it into her juicy cunt. Ht pushed forward. She vented a grunt of approval as his thick cock sank smoothly into her slippery cunt.

Pumping, twisting, slamming his belly against her bouncing ass, he fucked her from the rear. She moaned, writhed, and pressed back against his thrusts. His cock-shift felt wonderful as it pistoned in and out of her steaming cunt. At the end of each stroke, his balls slapped deliciously against her dripping cunt-lips.

He suddenly pulled out of her. She rolled over on her back with a groan. Amazed, she watched him walk over to the sink and run cold water over his cock. He chuckled when he saw the look of surprise in her eyes.

"I'm cooling it off," he said. "I don't like my gun to go off until I'm good and ready." Then he added: "How'd you like to do something different?"

"Like what?" Christie said.

"You ever had it in the backdoor?"

Christie laughed. "It's been a while since the last time," she said. "But let's try it. We'll have to use something, though. What about your shaving cream?"

Ryan chuckled. "Good idea," he said. He brought over a can, of shaving cream. Christie anointed his cock with white foam, spreading it over the entire length of his bloated cock, and then she lay back on the bed to dab some on her asshole.

His eyes glittering, Ryan looked down at her target. Small, brown, and puckered, her asshole lay between the proudly swelling mounds of her ass like a tiny wrinkled flower. "It looks awfully small," he said. "Are you sure that's where you want it?"

Christie ignored the silly question. She climbed up on her hands and knees, lowered her head and shoulders to the mattress, and offered Ryan her ass.

"Get to work!" she said.

His cock twitching, Ryan bellied up to her asscheeks. He aimed his fat cock-head at her asshole. Christie moaned when she felt his cock-head rubbing against her asshole.

"Come on, lover," she said. "Get it in!"

Holding his cock in place with one hand, he steadied himself by holding onto her hip with the other. He pushed forward. At first, her asshole refused to open up, but then Christie suddenly relaxed and his cock-head snapped into her tight ass-channel. He continued pushing forward, slowly sliding the length of his cock into her hot, rubbery ass-tunnel.

"Oh, God!" Christie groaned.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" Christie said. She loved having a cock in her ass. It always hurt a little, especially when the man had a thick cock, but after a moment or two her ass-muscles reined and the only thing left was an incredibly pleasurable feeling. She adored a cock in her pussy, but her ass was about ten times more sensitive. She reached a hand back and worked her fingers between her cunt-lips. If Ryan could last long enough, she'd be able to get an orgasm going in both her holes!

Taking hold of her hips, he began thrusting his cock. Each jab of his fuck-meat into her ass brought a cry of total pleasure from her throat. She kept her fingers working on her clit. When she pushed a finger into her cunt, she could feel his cock on the other side of the partition between her cunt-hole and asshole.

She suddenly heard a noise coming from the direction of the door. She thought it was the door, but she wasn't sure. She thought the door had been opened and closed again. Maybe it was another nurse. Maybe someone had seen her on the bed with Ryan's cock up her ass! Oh, God!

But at this point, she didn't care. The cock up her ass was too delicious. "Fuck me!" she groaned. "Keep fucking me!"