Three-Way Nurse

CHAPTER FIVE

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.

"They still look full," she teased. "Would you like to come again?"

He nodded. He gazed down at her hand as it rubbed and fondled his balls.

"You just lie there and let me do the work," Christie said. She was dizzy with excitement. Her cunt was oozing a flood of cunt-juice between her thighs. She hadn't intended to fuck him, but the temptation was now too much to resist. She stroked his cock and gave it a playful squeeze. She ran a hand over the hard muscles of his belly. She smiled when he put his hand on her thigh.

"How many girls have you fucked?" she said.

He shrugged. "Jesus, I don't know," he said. "I don't count."

"Have you ever licked a pussy?"

He shook his head. "I've never done that," he said.

She pulled up her uniform. As usual, she was without panties and her pussy was bare. He stared fixedly at her black bush of cunthair. She ran a hand between her legs and teased him by prying open her cunt-lips. The hot glow in his eyes was delicious.

She climbed on the bed and kneeled beside him for a moment. Then she leaned forward and placed her hands on either side of his shoulders. She looked down into his sweaty, upturned face. She threw a leg over his body. She straddled him and moved forward to hang her cunt over his face.

She had her uniform pulled up to her waist. He moved his hands around to cup her ass. He squeezed her asscheeks and pulled her crotch forward, into his face. His wet tongue swept through the fur covering her pussy. She felt the tip of his tongue flicking against her clit.

"That's good, honey," she said. "Just keep at it, you're doing fine."

He was an adorable kid. He ate her cunt slowly and patiently. She thanked the woman who'd showed him how. She hardly moved, except to let her right hand fall lightly on the top of his head. Her left hand continued to hold her uniform up out of the way. The hand on his head playfully ruffled his hair. She liked him. He wasn't ashamed to push his nose in a woman's cunt. He licked carefully, probing deep with his tongue. She could feel her cunt slopping with his saliva. She could feel his spit dribbling down her wet cunt-hair onto her inner thigh. It tickled a little, but she hardly noticed. Her thoughts were totally on the pleasure inside her hot cunt.

She finally pulled her cunt away from his mouth. She moved back to straddle his thighs. She positioned the hairy slot of her cunt over his massive fuck-meat. She reached down, took the red-knobbed cock in her hands, and centered it on her cunt-gash. Thea she slowly squatted down until his fat cock-head touched her cunt-lips. She had cunt-juice oozing out of her pussy in a flood. She smeared some of it on the head of his cock. She rubbed his spongy cock-head up and down her cunt-slit, just barely touching her swollen clit. Then she squatted down, pushing his cock into her cunt, stuffing herself with its hot, throbbing hardness. A grunt of pleasure gurgled out of his throat.

She sat there a moment, her body speared on his cock. She straddled him as if he were a horse. She loved the feel of his huge young cock in her sopping wet cunt. She began grinding her hips, impaling herself on his cock and moaning her pleasure.

The boy grunted each time she completed a thrust on his cock. The look of pleasure on his face was exciting. She had him in her power. She felt herself to be in total control!

Now, she changed the movements of her hips to a slow, rhythmical hunching. He fucked his own hips up and down, pumping his cock in and out of her slippery cunt. The sounds of their groaning and grunting filled the room. Christie prayed no one out in the corridor could hear them. The danger of discovery increased her excitement. She frantically worked her hungry cunt up and down on the boy's giant cock. Her breathing was unsteady, her mouth gasping and sucking for air. She was now so excited, she was no longer aware of her surroundings. Having her cunt fully stretched by a thick cock always did this to her. No matter how strong her determination to maintain control, she sooner or later lost out to the pleasure of the fucking. Her eyes clamped shut for long moments, and then she opened them quickly as the rhythm of her fucking became frenzied.

She smiled at him. She reached a hand behind her and fingered his swollen balls. She shivered at the thought of his balls bloated with hot jism. She waited until he'd simmered down a little, and then she began pumping her cunt again. She moved slowly at first, and then with greater force and speed.

She was soon aware of the growing response of her body within moments, she was climbing up to an orgasm, shuddering and trembling ramming her cunt down oh the hot pole of his cock.

As she quaked and groaned through her climax, his sock suddenly began spewing out its load. A torrent of sticky, hot jism flooded her cunt, shooting up her pussy channel in a foaming geyser. She cried out at the feel of it, gurgling and moaning with lust. Squeezed out by the spasms in bet cunt, her own cunt juice gushed down over his throbbing cock and drenched his balls.

With a final moan, she pulled the swollen flesh, of her cunt off his softening cock. His glistening fuck-meat popped out of her pussy hole and flopped on his thigh.

Christie gradually became aware of the time and place. She climbed off his body and left the bed. Holding her uniform up around the waist, she walked over to the small sink and briefly cleaned up her crotch. Then, she turned back to the bed. She looked down at the soft meat of his cock and smiled.

"You need cleaning, too," she said.

She had a sudden lecherous impulse to wash his cock and balls with her tongue. Why not? she thought. It's mostly my own cunt-juice. His flaccid cock lay on his thigh like a restless snake. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she lowered her fact toward his crotch.

Her nipples brushed his thighs. She took his cock in her hand, holding its weight on her palm. As she gazed at it, it began to swell and thicken. She watched the tip bloom and grow darker. She watched the soft skin grow tight and velvety before her eyes. She felt the thickness of him in her hand. His cock pulsed with an animal power under her fingers as his blood pumped into it. She watched his balls jerking up and down in their wrinkled sac.

She had no doubt that she'd be able to make him come again. This would be the third time. Maybe afterward he'd be able to get some rest! A shiver went down her spine at the lewdness of what she was doing. It certainly wasn't the accepted way to wash up a patient! Her pussy quivered. She could feel her cunt-lips swelling up again.

He was now pumping his hips at her, making his cock slide in her hand. She tipped his cock-shaft toward her mouth. Opening her lips, she sucked him in.

"Oh, Christ!" he moaned.

His cock filled her mouth, pushing her tongue aside and bloating out her cheeks. She could taste the flavor of his juice-coated fuck-meat. She took his cock all the way in until his velvety cock-head hit the back of her throat. She made a mewling sound of pleasure and went to work on him.

She licked and sucked until all the flavor of their combined juices was gone. Then she pulled her mouth off his cock and licked along the root of his cock-shaft. Her tongue lashed out again and again, her lips sucking and kissing with a loud wet noise.

She followed her nose into the bush of his crotch-hair. She washed her tongue over the folded, wrinkled skin of his balls. When she stuffed his glistening cock back into her mouth, he pushed his hips up toward her face.

"Oh, yeah!" he moaned. "Oh, Christ, that's good!"

She felt his cock swell and tremble and push back to her throat. She knew he'd come soon! She tightened her lips and increased the suction on his cock-head. A moment later, his fat cock-knob swelled up like a balloon and throbbed out the first jet of his milky jism. The salvo of sperm surged past her lips, over the flat of her tongue and into her throat. She felt the warm, slippery splatter of his cock-cream trickling, down her gullet. She heard him groan. His hands grabbed her head. His hips writhed beneath her face. She kept sucking until the flow stopped, and then she squeezed his balls and sucked some more.

He groaned. She finally pulled her mouth off his cock with a slurping noise. She swirled her tongue over her lips and swallowed the clinging remnants of his cum.

"Enough?"

"Jesus, yeah!" he said.

She playfully pinched his cock and pulled up the sheet to cover him. Tweaking his nose, she turned on her heel and pranced out of the room.