Three-Way Nurse

CHAPTER ONE

With her white uniform pushed up around her waist and the cheeks of her ass perched on the edge of the desk, Nurse Christie Cannon opened her thighs and exposed her cunt to Harvey Adams.

Harvey was the pharmacist at the Park Ridge Hospital. He was a soft-spoken guy, a bachelor in his forties, and everyone who worked at the hospital liked him. He always flirted a little with Christie, in that mild way of his, and she never thought anything of it. Until this morning. Right after she started her shift, Harvey approached her and announced he'd give both his arms and legs for the opportunity to lick her pussy.

That special feeling of a man's mouth on her cunt was something Christie always relished. It was never so completely satisfying as a good, hard cock in there, but it had a special meaning all its own. It proved to her beyond any doubt that the man craved to please her. Christie liked to be pleased.

She told Harvey it was unnecessary to give up his arms and legs. She told him he needed his arms and legs, in order to work in the hospital pharmacy. She pulled him into an empty office and proceeded to unveil the object of his desire.

Since Christie never wore panties, the unveiling was rather sudden. She'd always felt constrained and completely sexless in white pantyhose. A white garter belt and white nylons gave her more freedom and made her feel sexy. Doing without panties meant she could take advantage of sudden opportunities.

More important, a bare pussy framed by a garter belt and stockings always seemed to drive men crazy, particularly the doctors, and driving men crazy was something Christie had long ago decided was one of the more worthwhile things in life. Maybe almost as good as chocolate chip ice cream. The advantage of chocolate chip ice cream was that she'd be able to enjoy it at the age of ninety.

The expression on Harvey's face was thrilling. She quivered at the rapture in his eyes as he gazed at her pussy. She had dark hair, even darker at her crotch, and there was plenty of it. Tucking up her uniform to keep it from getting stained, she pursed her lips in a kiss. She leaned back on her hands and drew up her legs, hooking the heels of her white shoes on the edge of the desk. She glanced down at the gaping red gash of her cunt, and then looked at Harvey and smiled.

"It won't bite, Harvey. It's what you wanted, isn't it? All for you. Warm it up, honey. Come on, I have to get back to the ward."

He pulled over a chair. He sat down with his face no more than a foot away from her open pussy. She smiled at the way he seemed hypnotized by her pussy. She could see his nostrils twitching as he sniffed her.

"I don't have much time," she said. "Maybe you don't like it. This was your idea, you know. Do you like my pussy, Harvey?" He spoke without moving his eyes from her crotch. "It's gorgeous," he said. "I knew you'd have a nice one, but this is really beautiful!"

Christie chuckled. She felt more relaxed now. She knew he was going to be good at it. A man had to like cunt in order to be any good at sucking it. She wasn't really due on the ward for nearly an hour. She had all the time in the world – more than enough time to have his mouth and tongue send her over the rainbow.

"Come on, lover," she said. "It's time."

Placing a hand on the inner side of each leg, he moved his mouth to her cunt.

She almost cried out as she felt his tongue begin lapping at her pussy like a child licking an ice cream cone. His delicate touch was unexpected. Most men dug in immediately, filling their mouths with cunt-meat. She was always thrilled at the way they growled and slurped and made sucking noises. The gynecology residents were usually the noisiest. Maybe it had something to do with frustration. They spent all day looking at pussies without being able to really do anything to them, and when they finally had one available they simply lost control. Ferocious sucking was delightful, but a little too disorganized. Christie liked the action to be more deliberate.

Harvey was very deliberate. He'd now widened the area of his lapping to the insides of her thighs. He was giving her a tongue-bath, completely wetting everything with his saliva, from the tops of her stockings to her navel. At intervals, he zeroed in his tongue on her cuntslit and began sliding it from top to bottom and bottom to top until she shuddered. After a few minutes of being washed over by Harvey's agile wet tongue, Christie's fat pink clit was out stiff and quivering. Once her clit came out, Harvey maliciously avoided it. Slipping his tongue lower down, he pushed it deep into her cunt-hole.

Christie stared down at the top of his head and groaned softly. She could feel his tongue in there. The sensation produced by his long, eel-like, muscular tongue was delicious. He moved his tongue in and out like a small cock. He had a clever way of rubbing his nose on her clit each time he pushed his tongue into her wet cunt-hole. She was flooded, not just wet. Cunt-juice was oozing out of her in a torrent. Harvey finally pulled back and looked up at her with a juice-coated, glistening face.

"How am I doing?" he said.

Christie nodded. "It's wonderful, Harvey. But maybe you could pay more attention to my clit."

He chuckled. "I know all about clits," he said. "I'm an expert."

His hands were on her legs again, his slurping mouth at her cunt. This time he slurped. The delicate stage was finished. He moved his tongue around with pressure behind it, probing all her crevices and folds. He spread her legs wider with his hands, then buried his tongue as deep as he could get it in the grip of her cunt-hole. He had a way of vibrating his tongue that brought shivers to her spine.

She pulled his face deeper into her crotch. She could feel her cunt-juice running down onto her asshole and it drove her wild. She hooked her legs over his shoulders and began moving her hips up and down. He struggled at first, half suffocated, and then resumed vibrating his tongue. When he finally rolled his tongue-tip over her swollen clit, she lurched up at him with a grunt.

"Suck it!" she hissed. "Suck my clit!"

She rolled her ass and pushed her crotch against his chin. Holding him firmly by the head, she stroked into his mouth, pumping against his tongue. She was fucking him now, rocking her cunt back and forth on his face to bring herself off. She rode steadily up to her climax, crooning and wailing as she massaged her clit over his lips and teeth and nose and chin. When the spasms finally hit her, she held his head firmly in her crotch and came on his face. She fell back on her desktop with a deep groan and covered her sopping wet cunt with her hand her head tilted to the side.

After the session with Harvey Adams, Christie walked into they surgical ward a bit disheveled. She hoped it wasn't too noticeable, but Head Nurse Angie Biddle sniffed and gave her a strange look. After checking over the chart on the ward desk, Christie hurried off to the washroom to clean up for the second time since leaving Harvey. Angie Biddle had a notorious sense of smell, and Christie wasn't taking any chances. Christie secluded herself in one of the half-dozen cubicles in the nurse's john. She pulled up her uniform and perched on the edge of the toilet seat. She dabbed and blotted her pussy. She smiled at the way she quickly juiced up again at the touch of her own hand. Her cuntlips hung out drooping and swollen, not yet recovered from Harvey's sucking. This was just one of those days. Her period was due soon and she knew her cunt would be steaming day and night until it happened. Bending her head down to watch, she eased two fingers into the grip of her cunt-hole and moaned softly at the sweet sensation.

Jesus, it was good!

She wiggled her fingers and jabbed them in and out. She watched every motion, savoring it all, smiling at the lewd beauty of her masturbation. It was always better when she could see it, when she could watch the sucking mouth of her meaty cunt grasping at her fingers.

Christie had two serious suitors at the hospital, two members of the medical staff who'd hinted at marriage – a cardiology resident named Brad Wylie, and an intern named Steve Gorman. She was certain she'd eventually wind up marrying one of them, but she had, no idea which one she preferred. Sometimes she drove herself crazy trying to decide between them. She thought about them now. She imagined them watching her, begging her to let them shove their cock into the channel of her pussy. She imagined them pleading on their knees. She'd make them eat her before they fucked her. She'd make them suck her pussy while she sat on the toilet. Brad had once done that to her. He was much better at sucking than Steve. But Steve had the bigger cock.

She had three fingers in her cunt-hole, now. She stretched her cunt-mouth with one hand and used the fingers of the other hand to massage her clit. She was moving along to an orgasm – and the sensation was marvelous! She loved watching her hips bucking her drooling cunt against her hands. It was almost as if she were watching someone else masturbating. She gasped at the pleasure of it, moaning as the orgasm washed over her body in a great wave. Probing and massaging her cunt in a frenzy, she tried to milk every last bit of pleasure from the come.

Not yet sated, hoping to bring herself off again, she continued playing with her cunt. Whenever she masturbated, the second orgasm was always easier to bring on than the first.

The door to the washroom suddenly opened. She heard two nurses come in. Giggling silently at her audacity, she continued fingering her cunt. She clamped her lips firmly together to prevent herself from crying out. Carefully massaging her throbbing clit, she used every ounce of willpower to hold herself still and silent while she brought herself off for the second time.

She blotted her pussy again. She wiped the sticky, pungent cunt-juice off her fingers with toilet paper. She arranged her uniform and left the cubicle. The two nurses were busily pissing in their own cubicles. With a sigh of relief, Christie slipped out the door.

At the end of the corridor, as she turned the corner, she ran into Brad Wylie.

"Jesus!" he said. "You're like a guided missile! Where in hell are you rushing to, Christie?"

She laughed nervously. She apologized. After a quick glance down the corridor to make certain they were alone, she pressed against him and kissed his cheek.

"Find an empty bed," she said. "And please do it fast!"

Brad chuckled. "That bad, huh? I haven't seen you moaning for it like this in ages."

She playfully pinched his cock. "Shut up and find us a bed," she said. With a final fingering of his rising cock, she pranced off to the surgical ward. She knew Brad would come through with a bed – he always did! She hoped he wouldn't dawdle.

As it turned out, he moved faster than she'd expected. An hour later they were facing each other in an empty room on the sixth hoof. Brad had arranged things with the nurse in charge and Christie felt safe enough to really let loose. God, how she needed it!

Removing his white jacket, Brad undid his tie. Christie kicked off her shoes and came into his arms. Their mouths locked in a hot, searching kiss. He pulled her close to him with one hand pressed on her quivering ass. The prominent bulge of his cock-shaft dug into tile rise of her belly.

Christie felt as if she had a fire in her cunt. She wasn't sure she'd be able to hold out through the preliminaries. Brad liked to dally he liked a long build-up!

His cock bulging into her belly, he helped her peel off her uniform. He unhooked her bra and removed it, staring hungrily as her large, red-tipped tits came into view.

"The best tits on the staff," he said.

She cupped one of her full tits in her hand, offering it to his open mouth. Closing his lips over her hard nipple, he began greedily sucking on it.

Sighing, her hand holding up her tit, she fed his mouth.

He finally released her saliva-coated tit and moved his lips to the other one. Christie reached down between their bodies and lowered his zipper. Probing inside his fly, she grabbed hold of his hard cock and brought it out into the open air.

Brad moaned into the flesh of her tit when she began to rhythmically stroke his cock. She felt a drop of pre-cum ooze from his cock-slit onto the palm of her hand. Using the ball of her thumb, she spread the sticky drop over the tight skin of his fat cock-head.

"I can't wait," she said. "Fuck me now!"

He pulled his mouth off her tit and chuckled. "Easy, honey," he said. "I want a taste of that sweet pussy of yours."

He crouched down with his face near her pussy. With a sigh of resignation, she moved her legs apart to give him access. Using the fingers of both hands, her knees wobbly, her pelvis thrust forward, she pulled her cunt-lips open and offered herself.

"Suck it!" she hissed.

An instant later, she felt his rough tongue lapping the length of her burning cunt-slit. He quickly found her clit and began sucking on the quivering bud. Using his head for support, she twirled her fingers in his hair. He had a good mouth. He worked her flesh over, feeding on her, massaging her clit with just the right mount of pressure. Clenching the cheeks of her ass together, she tilted her cunt up to his face.

She finally pulled away from him. "Damn you!" she said. "Get your clothes off and fuck me!"

She stretched out on the bed, her eyes on his throbbing cock still protruding from the fly of his pants. He quickly removed his clothes and lay down beside her. She grabbed his cock, pulling at his hard prick-meat.

"Put it in me!" she screamed.

He positioned himself between her legs. Grabbing her calves, he spread them apart and opened her cunt-gash to his hungry gaze. She moved her hands to her tits and fondled them. He rubbed his cock-head between her dripping cunt-lips. Grasping her calves again, he pushed them up so that her knees pressed into her tits. He positioned his throbbing cock-head at the entrance to her cunt and pushed forward to sink the length of his cock into her slippery pussy-channel.

She moaned at the full, stretched feeling caused by his pulsing cock in her cunt. He was in her to the hilt. Her arms went up and she grabbed his shoulders.

"Fuck me now!" she hissed. "Fuck me hard!"

The clutching walls of her cunt grabbed his cock as he slowly pulled out. When he had no more than his fat cock-head still inside, he thrust in hard and hit bottom. A gasp of pleasure burst out of her throat. He began a steady rhythm, pistoning in and out of her cunt with long, slow strokes.

She dug her fingernails into his muscular shoulders as he continued lunging into her body. His rhythm picked up speed. The base of his cock continually brushed over her throbbing clit with each stroke.

She soon felt his cock expanding in the grip of her cunt-channel and she knew he'd be coming soon. She was ready now. She wanted his cum. She wanted him ramming her cunthole as he shot his load. She loved taking the jism out of a man. She loved sucking his balls dry with her pussy!

His strokes suddenly increased in speed and became jerky and erratic. He vetted a deep groan, and a moment later she felt the first hot spurt of his cum and began writhing in the throes of her own orgasm.

He continued to piston in and out of cunt as the boiling load gushed from bloated head of his cock.

"Oh, God!" she moaned. Shivering, she wrapped her legs around his ass and closed her eyes. They churned and writhed snaking the bed creak and bounce beneath them. A tremor rocked him as he shot the last of his load into her frothing cunt.

What he finally pulled out and rolled over on his back, Christie turned on her side and kissed his cheek.

"That was lovely," she said.

He turned his head and looked at her. "Then let's make it permanently lovely."

She laughed. "Is that a proposal?"

"You know it is."

"Then the answer is no," she said. "At least not yet. And now, let's get out of here before someone finds us like this?"