Three-Way Nurse

CHAPTER EIGHT

Stretched out on the sofa, one leg rocking to the rhythm of the music on the stereo Christie leisurely sucked oh Oliver Fleming's balls. She gently rolled his balls from one side of her mouth to the other. She popped them out of her lips, and began licking his wrinkled ballsac with her tongue. Wearing only his shirt and tie, one foot raised up on the sofa cushion to make room for Christie's head, Fleming sighed.

"You're very good at that," he said.

Christie purred. She'd come to like Fleming. He really wasn't a bad guy. Sometimes she thought of him as a father-figure. There was something definitely erotic about lying there sucking the balls of a man his age. His ball-sac was loose enough so that she could really get his balls toward the back of her throat. She liked that. She had fantasies about swallowing his balls. She imagined what the newspapers would make of that – nurse castrates Hospital Director. But the difficulty with swallowing his balls was that they'd no longer be there to suck on. Christie liked sucking balls. She liked sucking Fleming's balls best of all! Maybe it was because it turned him into a lamb. It seemed that every time she had his balls in her mouth, he became docile and affectionate. He was really just like her father. She'd never, of course, had her father's balls in her mouth – but she imagined this was what it would be like!

"I've invited Paul Westfield here this evening," Fleming said.

Coughing and sputtering, Christie spit out Fleming's balls and looked up at him in astonishment.

"There, there," Fleming said. "Don't be so upset." He tried pushing his cock-head into Christie's mouth. Some pre-cum dripped out of his cock-slit and covered one of her eyebrows. She pushed his cock away from her lips and looked hurt.

"But, Oliver," she whimpered, "if Paul Westfield sees me here, he'll know something is going on."

Fleming chuckled. "He already knows, my pet. Think of it as a favor. Paul Westfield is the best surgeon we have at the hospital, isn't he?"

"Yes," Christie said. "He certainly is."

"And we wouldn't want to lose him, would we?"

"No," Christie said. "We certainly wouldn't."

"Well, Paul has been depressed since his divorce and I think we ought to bring him out of it. Just think of it as a favor to good old Park Ridge Hospital. You're loyal to the hospital, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am," Christie said.

"Good," Fleming sighed. "Then it's settled. Tonight, we'll transform Paul Westfield into a happy man! Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Yes," Christie said.

"What are you wearing under that dress? You've been here nearly an hour and I haven't had a look at you yet."

Christie pulled her dress up over her thighs and exposed her bare pussy. It never made sense to wear panties when she visited Fleming. He's sooner or later tear them off. She let her legs fall open to give him a good look at her cunt.

"Delicious!" Fleming said. "I think we're going to make Paul very happy tonight."

Christie was hoping Fleming would take time out for a few laps at her pussy. Sucking his balls had juiced up her cunt, and Fleming had demonstrated more than once that he had an expert tongue and enjoyed using it. There was nothing that turned Christie on more than a man who liked sucking pussy – and knew how to do it?

Unfortunately, Fleming's mind was occupied with Paul Westfield. "We're going out to dinner," Fleming said. "I think I'd better get my clothes on. Paul has to be sort of led into things, you know. I've always had the impression he's a little bit of a prude."

When Westfield arrived, he showed no surprise at Christie's presence. He was a tall, distinguished-looking man with grey hair. He smiled at Christie with a twinkle in his eyes.

"I don't think I've ever seen you out of uniform," he said. "You're prettier than ever."

Christie blushed. She found herself adoring the attentions of these two middle-aged doctors. She wondered how much Westfield really knew about Fleming and herself. She wondered how soon it would be before Westfield would be after her.

Soon enough. Less than an hour later, she was sitting between them in a restaurant and Westfield had his hand on her legs. They kept ordering drinks. They kept talking about the hospital. Westfield's hand kept trying to push itself between Christie's thighs. She kept her legs closed because her crotch was sopping wet with cunt-juice. Even the tampon she had in there wasn't enough to keep her dry. She was so hot, she thought she'd come right there under the table. She finally gave in and opened her legs. He was in the midst of a story about some operation he'd performed. Without batting an eye, his hand moved up and closed over the mound of her wet cunt. She knew he could feel how dripping wet she was, but he gave no sign of it. He just pried open her cunt-lips and dug in, as if handling a bare cunt in a restaurant was something he did every day in the week.

"I think it's time to go home," Fleming said.

Christie heaved a sigh of relief. Westfield pulled his hand from between her legs. Fleming dropped some money on the table, and in a moment they were moving toward the exit.

They had a short discussion about whether they ought to go to Westfield's place or Fleming's apartment. As far as Christie was concerned, they could take her to the nearest alley – as long as they fucked the shit out of her hungry cunt!

They crowded into the back of a taxi and headed for Fleming's apartment. The liquor was having its effect. They were soon cracking jokes and giggling. Before they finished the ride, Christie had a hand in each lap, checking out the bulge of their cocks. Everything checked out fine. By the time they got to Fleming's place, both men had roaring hard-ons!

Once inside the door of the apartment, neither man could keep his hands off her body. While Fleming caressed her tight little ass, Westfield was busy playing with her tits.

In the center of the living room, Christie wrapped her arms around Westfield's neck and drew herself up against his chest. She mashed her lips against his. She was sure he could feel the hard tips of her swollen nipples through the material of her dress. She gyrated her hips against his body. She could feel the hard lump of his cock. As she and Westfield kissed, Christie felt Fleming's hands massaging the cheeks of her ass. As her tongue explored Westfield's mouth, Fleming raised her dress up to her waist to expose her bare flesh.

The cool air caressed her naked ass. She broke away from Westfield and turned to Fleming. She snuggled into his arms. She caught her breath as she felt the heavy mounds of her asscheeks being pulled apart. The tips of his fingers explored her deep asscrack. She moaned softly when he toyed with the tight ring of her asshole. Chuckling at her response, he forced his fingertip into her rubbery ass channel.

With a wry smile at the sight of the Hospital Director's finger deep in the ass of one of the nurses, Westfield crossed the large living room to a well-stocked bar against one of the walls. He listened to Christie's moans as he prepared three strong drinks. She was a tantalizing bitch. He still had the smell of her cunt on his fingers. He hadn't played with a woman's pussy in a restaurant in years!

When Westfield turned round again, he saw Christie on her knees with Fleming's hard cock deep in her throat. Westfield walked back across the room and handed Fleming his drink.

"Thanks," Fleming said. He thrust his cock deeper into Christie's mouth. "She's very good at this," Fleming said. "Be sure to give it a try."

Christie had no intention of wasting Fleming's first load of jism down her throat. There'd be plenty of time to drink all the cum she wanted to, later. What she needed at the moment was the feel of a stiff cock slamming in and out of her cunt.

Pulling her face out from between Fleming's legs, Christie smiled up at him, and then over at Westfield on the sofa. She saw the drinks in their hands and asked for her own. Without getting up off her knees, she leaned her head back and took a deep swallow of her drink. She could see traces of her lipstick on Fleming's cock. She held out her hand and he helped her rise to her feet. She handed him her drink. Unzipping bet dress, she slipped it off and draped it over a chair.

Westfield whistled his admiration. He stared with glittering eyes at the dark bush of her cunt-hair framed by her garter belt and nylons.

Her tits swayed back and forth like heavy cantaloupes as she pranced across the room on her high heels. She let them have a good look at the wobble of her asscheeks, and then called out to them over her shoulder.

"I think the bedroom would be more comfortable," she said. "I hope you don't mind."

She left them there. Moments later, she stretched out on Fleming's wide bed. She propped a pillow beneath her head and spread her legs apart. The pose wasn't exactly prim and proper, but neither was her mood – she needed hard fucking! The idea of making it with two men at the same time had her pussy quivering and her nipples tingling. Damn it, why don't they hurry! she thought.

In a moment, both Fleming and Westfield walked into the room. Both pairs of eyes traveled up from her feet to the dark cunt-bush between her legs. Fleming's eyes remained fixed on her hairy cunt. Westfield's gaze continued up across her flat stomach to the mounds of her cherry-tippled tits.

"Lovely," Westfield said.

Christie squirmed beneath the hot stares of the two men. She was thrilled at the way their eyes devoured every inch of her body. Her lips pulled back in a wanton smile. She slowly rotated her ass on the mattress. She raised her legs up in the air. They gazed transfixed at her sopping cunt. She reached down between her raised legs, smiled lewdly, and parted the folds of her pussy with her fingertips. Beads of cuntjuice glistened on her pubic hair.

"Jesus, what a cunt!" Westfield hissed.

Her fingers probing the moist heat of her pussy-gash, she watched them strip off their clothes. They climbed on the bed on either side of her body. Looking down, she watched her fingers pumping in and out of her cunt. Fleming's hand moved to the insides of her thighs. Westfield's fingers captured her right nipple. She raised her ass up off the bed as he twisted and pulled at her tit. The burning lust in his eyes sent a shiver racing through her belly. Westfield dug his fingers into the meat of her tit and raised it up to his lips. He began sucking and slurping at her long, dark nipple. Christie could feel the sharp edges of his teeth. Then Fleming's hand was between her thighs, joining her own on the mound of her cunt. Her head rocked from side to side as she felt his fingers seeking out the erect tip of her throbbing clit.

With a short grunt, Fleming climbed between her thighs and lowered his face to the steaming heat of her cunt. She moaned at the first touch of his tongue whipping her clit back and forth. He sucked and slurped at her cunt like a hungry puppy. Then, he pulled his face out from between her legs and climbed up to his knees. He licked the excess cunt-juice from his mouth. He positioned the head of his throbbing cock between her dripping cunt-lips. Christie raised up her ass and pressed her cunt against the fat knob of his cock. With a sharp thrust of his hips, Fleming rammed his swollen fuck-meat deep into the channel of her pussy gash. Christie vented soft moan as his cock began pumping in and out of her ravenous cunt.

Wrapping her legs around Fleming's waist, Christie forced him to roll over. Resting on his side, he continued fucking her with a steady rhythm. Christie reached behind her. Her fingers slipped into the crack of her ass. She pulled her asscheeks apart and looked over her shoulder. She smiled when she saw Westfield's gaze centered on her puckered asshole.

There was no need for either of them to say anything. Christie was offering her sweet little asshole – and Westfield was not about to refuse! Shifting his body forward, he pressed the tip of his cock into the deep crack of her ass.

Christie bit her lip as Westfield's cock-head pressed against the tight ring of her asshole. She held her asscheeks apart for him. She groaned as his cock-head suddenly snapped in. He lurched forward to drive his cock into the clutching grip of her asshole.

"Oh, Christ!" she hissed. "Fuck me!"

She tightened her ass-muscles on his cock. She had both men now, one cock in her cunt and the other reaming out her ass. She felt as through her body was stuffed with cock-meat right up to her throat! She felt skewered, gloriously impaled like a sacrificial animal.

As Westfield felt her muscles tightening around hit cock-shaft, massaging the throbbing meat of his cock, he fought to hold back his climax.

Fleming could feel the constriction of her cunt caused by Westfield's cock stretching her ass. He groaned and grunted in a delirium, holding on to her tits as if they were life preservers offered to a drowning man.

Her crotch aflame from the fucking of her two holes, Christie rocked back and forth from one slab of fuck-meat to the other. She slammed her body between the two thrusting cocks. She soon had both men convulsing past the point of no return, their swollen cocks spurting jet after jet hit jism into her fuckhole and asshole. Her eyes rolled back and she cried out her ecstasy.

Later, when she recovered her senses, she sat up and smiled at the two men lying there limp and exhausted. She squirmed out from between their bodies. She could feel sticky, thick jism running down the insides other thighs. She climbed to her knees, moved her legs apart, and held her hands at her waist. When the two men opened their eyes, they found themselves confronted by her jism-drenched crotch.

Fleming was the first to move his face forward and close his mouth over the cunt which he had just ravaged. He sucked and slurped at the mixture of his own jism and Christie's cunt-juice.

His eyes feverish as he watched his colleague grunting at the trough of the nurse's cunt, Westfield suddenly moved behind Christie and pressed his face between the cheeks of her ass.

Christie cupped her hands under her tits and moaned. She had the Hospital Director sucking jism out of her cunt-hole and the Chief Surgeon sucking jism out of her asshole. Her eyes glittering, she placed a hand on each head and urged them on.

"Suck me out!" she hissed. "Get it all out!"

Westfield mewled in response and pushed his long, wet tongue into the depths of her asshole. Christie groaned and tightened her ass-muscles. His tongue felt delicious. Using both hands, she pulled her asscheeks open to give him more room.

Fleming moved his mouth up to her clit and closed his lips over it.

Grunting at the luscious sensation of the two men slobbering at the dripping fountain of her crotch, Christie released her asscheeks to slap against Westfield's face, and moved her hands to her tits. She raised up her naked, sweaty tits. Bending her head forward, she wrapped her lips round a long, brown nipple. She sucked and chewed on her swollen teat. Pulling it out of her mouth, she moved her lips to the other nipple and gave it the sate treatment.

Westfield wanted a chance to suck her cunt. Fleming moved away and the surgeon crouched down between her legs and put his mouth on her pussy. He used his hands to lift her asscheeks. He slid his tongue deep in her cunthole, and at the same time he pushed a finger into the ring of her stretched, fucked-out asshole. Fleming sat beside her, playing with her tits and sucking her nipples.

Christie had the feeling she was in paradise. After the marvelous two-way fuck and suck, Paul Westfield was now paying homage to her drooling, drooping cunt – and obviously enjoying every moment of it. She shivered at the memory of the way his tongue had thoroughly washed out her asshole. He now held up her ass and flicked his tongue against the inner walls of her cunt. He seemed to love drinking the cunt-juice that continued to pour out of her pussy.

She started coming again – a slow, shattering orgasm that seemed to last forever. When it was finally over, she no longer knew if she was alive or dead. She glanced at the two long, limp cocks and the ball-sacs hanging below them. Extending her hands, she jiggled their balls on her palms and giggled softly.

"I think the tanks ate empty," she crooned. "At least for awhile!"