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AB 5313

Naughty Hot Nurse

By David Ingram



CHAPTER ONE



Sarah Bennet pushed the door closed, opened the closet and removed a
towel, a washcloth, soap and a large stainless steel basin. She slowly
filled the basin with hot water.

It was a two bed room, but one bed was vacant. She went to the bed by
the window where a big man lay. Both of his legs were encased from toe to
hip in plaster.

"Hi," Sarah said. "How are you this morning?"

"A hell of a lot better since you got here," he said raising onto his
elbows.

Sarah grinned, wrinkled her nose at him. "I get to give you your bath
this morning. Jane's husband is sick and she had to stay home and take
care of him." Jane was the nurse's aid who gave most of the baths.

"That skinny little broad had a husband? Jesus, it sure don't take much
to satisfy some guys."

"Mr. Garfunkel, that wasn't nice," Sarah said.

"Call me Big Ed, everybody does."

"Okay. And I'm Sarah"

"You're new, aintcha? You're a real dolly, Sarah."

"New to this ward. It's my second day in orthopedics. I like it. Can
you lift up?"

He lifted up and she slid a rubber sheet under him to keep the bed from
getting wet. She wrung out the washcloth and washed his face. He wasn't
good looking, but he had a strong, male face.

"Not too hot?"

"Naw, feels great."

She cleaned his neck and ears, dropped the cloth into the pan, and
untied his gown. Sarah felt a tiny thrill as she whipped the gown off and
dropped it to the floor.

"Hey!" Big Ed cried. He'd gotten used to skinny little Jane seeing him
naked-and even a couple of other aids and a nurse or two. But it was a
little different with Sarah, she was too young and too pretty.

"Don't be shy, Ed, I'm a nurse. You haven't got anything I haven't seen
before." But a quick glance at his cock told her she might be lying. His
prick was completely flaccid, but huge, bigger than Barry's when he was
hard!

"I ain't shy, Sarah. Ya just took me by surprise," he said.

Sarah soaped the cloth and started washing his chest. He had a
beautiful chest, heavily muscled and completely hairless. The breath
seemed to clog in her throat and she hoped her hand didn't tremble. It was
agony not to look down at his hairy crotch, at his monstrous cock, the
likes of which she had never seen before.

Big Ed was a construction worker, about forty, and hard as nails. He'd
fallen from a scaffold three stories up, landed on his feet, and broken
both ankles. The doctors had said it was a miracle that he hadn't jammed
either his knees or his hips.

She washed his dark nipples and watched them harden. She lifted his arm
and washed it and a sharp tingle went through her cunt.

"Does that feel good?" she said.

"Yeah. You do it better than them. other broads."

She finished his chest and arms. "Lean forward," she said. She washed
his back and pushed him hack against the pillows. She washed his sides and
belly and then looked at his huge cock again. A thrill raced up her spine.
His casted legs were spread apart in a vee and his big prick hung loose,
one nut showing.

She wrung out the cloth, soaked it, filled it with soap and darted
between his legs, gently washing his cock and balls.

Big Ed sucked in and stiffened. None of the aids, or even a nurse, had
done it that way. The hot soapy water felt so good1 her hand so. . . God,
so erotic!

"Just relax, Ed. We have to get you nice and clean," she said as she
continued to wash the length of his cock. "Does that feel nice?"

"Oh, Jesus, lady! That feels heavenly," he gasped.

She felt his cock respond, thickening inside the cloth. Sarah dropped
the cloth back in the pan and quickly grasped his erect cock. She held it
firmly for several moments, then started to slowly stroke her hand up and
down its length.

"My goodness, Big Ed, you're getting bigger," she said.

"Oh, goddamn, nurse Sarah! That feels so good. Don't stop, please
don't stop."

"I won't, Ed. I'm going to do it for a long time," Sarah panted, her
cunt tingling wildly. "You're so big!" She was amazed, his prick
completely filled her hand!

He reached his big hand out and cupped her ass.

"Don't," she cried and brushed his hand away.

He drew it back quickly.

With the fingers of both hands, Sarah slowly peeled his thick foreskin
down until his cockhead stood bare. She rolled the skin back up and then
down again. "Does that feel good?" she asked. He grunted. "How long has
it been, Ed?"

"I fucked Mabel before I went to work the morning I fell. I ain't so
much as had it up since," he gasped.

Sarah gave a little cry. Ed was so crude, so vulgar, so unlike Barry.
Barry had never said that word to her. Her heart was pounding with
excitement. She had done this before-jerked off the male patients whenever
she thought she could get away with it. In fact, it was by far the most
exciting part of her job.

"Is Mabel your wife?" she said, steadily pumping his cock.

"Yeah.. She ain't purty like you and she's gettin' kind of fat, but
she's a lot of woman and likes her cock."

"I like cock, too, "Sarah whispered. "How long have you been here?"

"Four weeks yesterday."

"Doesn't she come and visit you?"

"Yeah, every night. We talk for a while, then she reads a book and I
stare at the ceiling until visiting hours are over. I tried to get her to
crawl up on the bed with me a couple of times, but she wouldn't."

He moved his hips along with her hand as he spoke, enjoying the talk
because it prolonged his coming.

"I can see why she wouldn't want to get in bed with you. She's probably
afraid of hurting. you. But she could at least pull the curtain and
masturbate you."

"Hell, Mabel never would jack me off! Nobody else ever did, either,
besides myself, until now."

"Really? She won't do this?" Sarah said, sliding her hand up and down
his cock. She squeezed the naked cock knob, then cupped his nuts in her
other hand, thrilled by the way the. bag had drawn up tight, pulling his
balls snug.

"Really, Sarah," he gasped. "Aw shit, that feels good!"

"Well, I will, I'll jack you off. After four weeks you need it. I'm
gonna make you come good." She felt the warm goo from his cock making her
hand slippery. He was leaking a lot. "Your cock is so big. I wish I. . .
"She didn't finish.

"Aw, fuck, that is great! Ain't gonna last too much longer," Big Ed
gasped.

Sarah stopped. "Let it cool off for a minute. I don't want you to come
quite yet." Sarah felt like she might come, too, if she could prolong his
hard-on. Sometimes she could come by just imagining a man's cock inside
her.

She looked into his eyes and saw they were glazed with lust. He smiled
weakly. "Goddamn, Sarah, bring me off! Gotta come," he sighed. She held
his cock in a vise-like grip, squeezing off any chance he had of coming
before she wanted him to.

She saw his tits, two dark spots on his flat chest with nipples like
B-Bs and dropped her lips to the nearest one. Sarah had never sucked a
man's tit before and the thrill was instant. She sucked hard and the
little nipple pressed against her lips as she started pumping his prick
again. Her cunt was throbbing excitedly and she was sure she would come.

Big Ed was groaning loudly, lifting with his hips, his own come drawing
near.

"Pull on it, you little bitch," he snorted. "Pull on it and make it
spout!"

She felt his hand on the back of her head softly caressing her hair.
She didn't want him to touch her, that would be unfaithful to Barry, but
she couldn't stop him, either. His hand felt good, exciting, reassuring.
She moved quickly to his other nipple and felt the sweet, sharp pain of an
intense orgasm grab at her pussy. She knew she was moaning, but she
couldn't help herself. And then she knew Big Ed was coming, too. She
turned her head and lay her cheek on his broad chest to watch. It was
always an extra thrill to see a man's cock jerk and spit its nasty stuff.

Ed's cock was rigid in her hand as a four week's supply of jizz squirted
high in the air. His come went straight up and came straight down,
spreading slickly over her churning hand. She kept pumping and another
squirt of jizz went into the air. After that, the stuff just bubbled out
in wads.

Her own orgasm was slowly subsiding, filling her legs and belly with a
wonderful warmth. She felt his stiff nipple against her cheek and realized
for the first time that her own nipples were pressing hard against her bra.
It was a good feeling, almost like coming all over again.

They stayed like that for several minutes, Sarah with her face on his
chest, his messy cock gripped in her hand, and Big Ed stretched out, his
arms loose, breathing hard.

"That was the nicest thing a nurse ever done for me," he finally said.

Sarah straightened up. "Did you really like it?" she asked.

"I loved it. I don't think I ever came so hard."

"Then I'm glad I did it. I shouldn't, you know. I'd get fired if I got
caught."

Sarah washed him off again and gave him a clean gown. She let him slip
it on and then tied the strings behind his neck. She felt wet between her
legs, but it didn't matter because she felt so good everywhere else.

"Will you come and do that again?" he asked.

"If I can," she whispered and kissed him on the lips, softly at first,
and then with hard urgency. It was the first time she had kissed a patient
after beating him off. "You had me turned on, Big Ed." After she had
emptied and washed the basin and disposed of the dirty linen, she stepped
into the hall.

Starting down the hall, she saw several white-clad women congregated at
the nurses' station. The excitement of what she had done was still warm in
her belly and she wondered if any of the other nurses ever did it. She was
sure they didn't. She was a wicked girl, but she loved it so.

Ruth Van Arsdale, the hospital sexpot, was leaning over the counter, the
cheeks of her scantily clad ass plainly in view. Her uniforms were all too
small and much too short. Ruth was giggling.

"That dirty old man in 200 put his hand under my skirt," she was saying.

"It's so short he probably couldn't help it," Elaine Emerson said.

Ruth giggled and glanced at Sarah... "Hi, Sarah," she said. "I let him
get a good feel of my ass before I jumped back and slapped his hand. Why
he must be sixty!"

"I wish that big construction worker in 216 would put his hand under my
skirt," Mimi Hopgood said. She glanced at Sarah. "Look at Sarah blush!"

"She's young yet, she'll learn," Ruth said knowingly.

"Cool it, girls, here comes Old Iron Pants,' Elaine said.

"Okay, girls, it's not class reunion week. You can't take care of
patients standing here," Marsha Vickers, the head nurse said.

Marsha Vickers was thirty-seven, stern as hell but not unattractive if
one took the time to notice. She was a little stout, but still fairly
well-built.

The girls s**ttered. Ruth and Sarah headed toward the orthopedic ward,
Elaine and Mimi went in the opposite direction.

The second floor was noted for being the wildest floor, thanks mainly to
Ruth Van Arsdale. Ruth was a yummy, super-voluptuous blonde. She had a
baby face with huge, blue eyes. Only her lush body denied her the look of
complete innocence. Her body was round in every spot that a girl's body
was supposed to be round - especially her big, soft tits. Her nipples
seemed to always be erect against her skin tight uniform. Marsha Vickers
often told her husband that Ruth was too sexy for her own good, especially
the way she consistently tried to put too much of herself into too little
uniform. Marsha did not approve, but the hospital didn't bother with a
dress code where Ruth was concerned.

Ruth's family was well off. Her mother had never understood why Ruth
had gone into nurse's training, let alone why she had finished. Ruth had
run off when she was young and gotten married, but her mother had quickly
got it annulled. Ruth had just celebrated her twenty-fifth birthday.

"You're gonna love the orthopedic ward, Sarah," Ruth giggled, rolling
her hips as she walked. "It's not like the others, the guys aren't sick.
Once they get over the worst of the pain and get used to their casts and
stuff, they act like men again. You know: leering, suggesting, grabbing."

"That old fart in 200 got a couple of fingers inside my pants before I
could stop him. I think I'll stop by and see how he's feeling." She nudged
Sarah in the ribs. "Get it? How he's feeling!" She chuckled as she turned
into room 200.

At the other end of the hall, Elaine Emerson brushed a tiny wrinkle from
her otherwise perfect uniform. She was twenty-seven, pushing twenty-eight
and as near perfection as one could get. She carried the nickname of
Elaine the Elegant. She too was a blonde, and she added silver frosting to
the tips of her long hair. She was tall, beautifully built with high,
pointed tits and gorgeous deep green eyes. Her husband was a prominent CPA
and she was a bit haughty, if not downright conceited.

Her companion, Mimi Hopgood, was thirtyish, short, and fat. Her hair
was a mousy brown, but she was kind of pretty and had a deep dimple in each
cheek. Her legs were fat and she had big, fat tits that bounced when she
walked. She enjoyed a little horseplay where her tits were concerned and
let a patient have a feel every now and then.

Sarah was really prettier than any of them. But she was so young and
innocent.



CHAPTER TWO



Barry was waiting for her. Sarah got into the car, rolled the window
all the way down and slumped in the seat. It would feel good to have the
wind blow her hair. She lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply.

"I sure wish you would give those damn things up, honey," Barry said as
he started the engine.

"Mr. Wallace, please, no sermons today," Sarah groaned.

"Well, pardon me, I-"

Sarah reached out arid touched his hand. "I'm sorry, Barry. It's been
a rough day. Just let me lean back and relax for a few minutes."

"Okay, hon, forgiven. But I still don't see how you can keep from
smoking at home, when you smoke as much as you do."

Sarah took a deep drag, held it, then let it out slowly. Jesus Christ,
will you shut up? she thought, and closed her eyes.

Sarah still lived at home with her parents and it wasn't easy. They
nagged her about this and they nagged about that. And where smoking and
drinking and sex were concerned-it was Sodom and Gomorrah revisited. They
constantly bitched about the smell of smoke on her clothing, blaming it on
the horrible sinners she had to mingle with. It always made her laugh
silently a little and want a cigarette so bad she could fart!

Sarah knew she wasn't the kind of girl they thought she was. It
bothered her conscience, but she was slowly getting over it. She had to be
her own kind of person, not theirs. Life was to be lived and enjoyed. It
wasn't meant to be a period of time in which you could see how much you
could deny yourself. Of course, it couldn't be all self gratification,
either. There had to be self restraint and Sarah practiced that, too.

She was an only c***d and hadn't been around other k**s too much when
she was little, especially boys. She had matured early, being around
grown-ups most of the time. Her spiritual needs had been well-filled, but
her human needs had been left sadly lacking.

Sarah's first knowledge of boys came long after she should have known
that boys and girls are different. She and several other girls were hiking
when they came upon a group of boys swimming nude in a pond. The girls hid
and watched the boys frolic in the water. When the boys got out of the
water, Sarah's eyes had been riveted to the funny way their cocks hung down
their legs. She didn't know boys had anything like that-she had always
thought they were like girls, except bigger and stronger and meaner. The
girls had a close vantage point and watched as the boys settled down in the
grass to dry off. Then the boys had started playing with themselves.

Sarah's whole being went through a terrible upheaval as she watched the
boys' pricks growing in their hands. She watched the boys masturbate with
abandon and saw their cocks grow rigid and squirt milky stuff all over the
place. Then the boys got up and held their pricks. Some of them pissed,
other just milked out that other funny goo.

The girls had started giggling and the boys heard them. Sarah and her
friends jumped up and ran with the boys in hot pursuit. They shouted what
they were going to do to the girls when they caught them, but they didn't
try very hard and nobody got caught. But Sarah's body burned. She wanted
them to catch her and do to her whatever it was they wanted to do. She was
sorry that they didn't.

Sarah's sexual education began there. She had yearned for something-she
knew not what-and became something of an oddity. She was by far the
best4ooking and best-built girl in school but also the most untouchable.
Don't take her out, the boys all said. She's some kind of religious nut
and won't hardly even kiss.

She had gotten through high school pure and ignorant and then gone into
nurses' training at her mother's instigation. "Your duty to repay God is
to be a nurse, an angel of mercy,?' her mother said. Little did her mother
know what an angel of mercy or how much pleasure and relief little Sarah
would bring to certain ailing male patients.

Sarah's training included emptying bed pans, bathing patients, changing
gowns and bedding and, for the second time in her life, she was seeing male
cocks. The memory of the nude boys by the pond burned in her mind. Her
body tingled and itched and ached and it was just a matter of time before
it happened.

The first time she had been alone in a room with a young boy giving him
a bath when he got a hard-on. When he boyishly asked her to play with him
she impulsively grabbed his cock and jerked him off until his come spilled
down over her hand;. It was the most thrilling experience of her life.

She swore it would never happen again, but it did again and again. It
even got to the point where she would rush to the toilet afterward and play
with herself. She had her first orgasm sitting on a cold toilet seat
thinking about the man she had just jerked off.

But her guilt had flourished and made her a prime target when she met
Barry Wallace. He was a pre-law student, steady, reliable, and her parents
liked him. He was just the kind of dedicated young man that Sarah needed
and he was religious, too.

They fell in love and as their necking grew heavier, so did their need
for each other. They never really petted, even though Sarah really wanted
to play with his cock. She knew a shrink would have said she was obsessed
with penis envy or had a deep seated penis fixation or some such bullshit.
But hell, Sarah just liked the feel of a cock in her hand-the way it was so
soft and pulpy at first with the bag hanging loose. And then the way the
prick grew and the bag tightened, the man's groans, his squirting cock,
and, best of all, the exquisite feeling it gave her. She got so she could
come herself, sometimes, while she brought a guy off. Those were the best
times. She liked the idea of making a man feel so good.

It was only natural that it would finally happen. One afternoon they
went to Barry's apartment, stripped, and fucked. There was practically no
foreplay, they just lay down, he forced his cock in, and moved in and out.
Sarah closed her eyes and imagined he was one of the boys at the pond years
ago and had a violent orgasm. It frightened Barry so much that he didn't
even come.

Sarah had wanted to get married, but Barry had a lot of school still
ahead of him and pointed out the wisdom of waiting. Sarah's parents, of
course, concurred. With his heavy study load he didn't have enough time
for Sarah and she often felt neglected. Their sex life fell into a
schedule-Barry was a nut for schedules-and they fucked once a week, always
on Wednesdays. Today was Wednesday.

Sarah let the smoke slide easily from her lips and watched Barry through
squinted eyes. She was burning up inside, her belly churned, her thighs
tingled and her cunt throbbed with excitement. She wanted to fuck so bad
she could all but taste it.

Barry parked the car and Sarah looked at her watch. It was almost four
o'clock.

"I can't stay late. Gotta be home by five thirty. Mom gets mad as hell
when I'm late," she said.

Barry frowned and she knew it was because she used the word hell. She
threw her cigarette butt out the window. It was her third since leaving
the hospital.

"Come on, let's go in," she said.

"What's the rush? We have lots of time," Barry said.

They had an hour. It took thirty minutes to drive her home, and Sarah
didn't think an hour was lots of time She wanted to spend an hour loving
and kissing and feeling before they fucked. They never had, but she wanted
to.

In the apartment, Barry proceeded to pull all the d****s and turn out
all the lights. Sarah wondered why he always got the room as dark as he
could. Didn't he want to look at her body? She certainly wanted to look
at his.

They undressed in the near darkness and got on the bed. She reached for
him the minute his weight settled beside her. Their lips went together and
clung tight. He was such a good kisser, so eager to sit and neck, but she
wanted more, she wanted the hot erotic things she had always heard about.
Ruth had told her about a guy who went down on her and the thought was an
instant turn-on for Sarah.

She wanted to kiss and suck his nipples and wanted him to return the
favor. He had never done more than feel her tits lightly. She wanted him
to kiss her tits and nip them and suck at the nipples. Her tits felt hot
and hard against his chest now.

And she had even imagined' kissing him 1ower, yes, even kissing his
cock.

She felt his cock hard against her leg. His prick was hot and it
throbbed gently. "Oh, Barry; Barry darling . . . yes, yes . . . " she
whispered.

She felt his smooth body come up over her, his weight pressing down. It
was an exquisite feeling and she was breathing hard. Her legs came open
and allowed his hips to slip down between them. She slid her hand down
their bodies and found his cock.

"No, I'll do it," he said, pushing her hand away. "Oh, Barry, get it
in, do it, do it!" she moaned. It puzzled Barry that she was so eager and
seemed to get more so all the time. It didn't make sense. Afterall, sex
was mostly for his gratification anyway, wasn't it? It was just an urge
that crept up on him occasionally and needed to be filled. It was easily
channeled into a time and a place, and that time and place were here, his
apartment, and now, Wednesday afternoon. Sex once a week was ample, often
more than ample. He didn't understand why Sarah sometimes hinted at doing
it at other times. Sometimes after just one good kiss she seemed to want
to have sex. It worried Barry a little, but not right then-he was in need,
too.

He pressed the tip of his cock against her ruby cunt lips and it went
in. Sarah moaned and lifted with her hips. See. . . see how she is, he
thought, and pushed his prick on in.

Sarah could feel the spit almost gurgling in her mouth. The feel of his
cock sliding into her pussy was so good she wanted to scream, to cry out.
She wanted to urge him to-yes, to fuck her, fuck her hard! But she didn't
dare.

"Barry, all of it, get it all in," she moaned.

She rocked under him gently, her starving cunt feasting on his prick.
He felt so good on top of her with his cock buried so snug in her pussy.
Then she thought of the size of the prick she had held in her hand that
very morning. Barry's was quite puny by comparison. In fact, it wasn't
very large compared to most of the cocks she had seen. Then she was glad
it was dark because her face reddened with shame.

She tried to hold him close and caress him while they fucked, but he
seemed to hold her off. He lifted up and then plunged his cock in and out.
Fortunately, his low sex drive kept him from releasing quickly and he could
fuck her for quite a while. But she knew he would jerk his cock out at the
very best moment and grab the wad of tissue he kept on the bed beside them.
He didn't want her on the pill and he certainly didn't want her pregnant,
so he always came in a bunch of tissues.

She had her eyes closed and the feeling was really getting good. She
wiggled as much as she dared and suppressed her squealing, but still felt
the blessed orgasm take over her senses. God, how she wanted to go wild
and scream and jerk and clamp her legs around him so he would have to come
inside her. She wanted to feel his come in her and on her. Maybe he would
miss the tissue and come on her legs!

She relaxed, her eyes closed, and felt like she was floating in a pool
of warm water with the tiny waves lapping between her legs. It was like
bathing in a pool of orgasm with the soft excitement washing fresh each
time he pushed his cock in and brought it back out. She hoped he would
last a l6ng, long time this afternoon. She needed it. Fuck the time, fuck
her mother, she thought.

Barry was pumping hard and he was sweating. She liked the smell of his
sweat. He gave a sharp grunt and she knew the fuck was over. "No!" she
whispered, as she felt his wonderful prick jerk free. She felt deserted,
empty, forlorn, forsaken. A couple of jerks into the tissue and Barry was
finished. He fell back on his haunches, panting, a clump of tissues
pressed against the head of his cock.

"We better hurry, Sarah, we took quite a while," he said and got off the
bed.

Sarah got up slowly and reached for her panties. She felt good all
over, warm, exhilarated, but not satisfied. She felt like she could have
gone on for another hour.

She dressed slowly, deliberately dawdling in the bathroom.

"Come on, Sarah, or you'll be late," he said.

"I don't care," she said.

"Well, I do!" Barry snapped.

"I can't find my shoe."

"Oh, Christ!"

"What did you say, Barry? Shame on you!" she mocked.

Barry shrugged, let the air out of his lungs, but didn't answer. Sarah
had a hard time suppressing a giggle. He got on his knees and looked under
the bed.

"Hell, we need some light," he snorted.

"Barry, for shame!" Sarah cried.

Barry pulled the d****s open, turned and glared at her. "Now stop that.
You're mocking me!" His face was red. It surprised Sarah because he didn't
usually get that angry.

Her shoe sat beside the chair, less than a foot from where she stood.
"Oh, there it is," she cried with mock surprise, biting her lip to keep
from laughing aloud.

They drove home in complete silence. Barry never seemed to want to talk
much after they fucked. When they pulled up in front of the house he
looked at her and smiled.

"I'll see you Friday," he said.

"Okay," she answered and bent over and kissed his cheek.. Before she
closed the door, she leaned back in. "Oh, next week I'm on nights-we can
have all Wednesday afternoon."

"Don't you remember, Sarah? Next week is finals week-we can't see each
other at all. I'm going to hole up and study the whole week."

Sarah felt like a balloon that had just taken a pin in the side.

"Oh," she said softly. "I'll see you Friday." She felt like she was
going to prison as she walked toward the house. It would be another dull
evening of reading, or such, and early to bed.

"Shit!" she said. "I'd rather fuck!"



CHAPTER THREE



Sarah and Ruth became friends quickly. Sarah always enjoyed her shift
when it was with Ruth. Ruth was so honest, so openly sexy. She was just
the way Sarah wanted to be. She liked Elaine, too, but Elaine was a little
harder to get to know, a little stuck-up. And Elaine was married.

Ruth told Sarah she should move away from home and get away from the old
folks. "God-damn, honey, how can you stand it?" she asked.

Ruth came up with the idea of them sharing an apartment. Ruth was five
years older than Sarah but felt she needed her expert guidance when it came
to men. Ruth had met Barry and rolled her eyes skyward at the thought of
him. Besides, she was tired of living alone. Two sexy, swinging chicks
could really make out, and together they could afford a nice place.

Sarah was thrilled with the idea, but she knew she would have a real
fight with her parents, especially if they saw Ruth. She mentioned it to
Barry and he was appalled. He didn't like Ruth, he thought she was too
fast. And why pay for an apartment when she could live at home for
nothing? Sarah didn't mention it to him again, but she knew she was going
to do it somehow-and in the near future. Then she could do whatever she
wanted every night-smoke at home, even drink, if she wanted to.

Sarah was thinking of all the joys of having her own place when the
little light blinked on. She pressed the button. "Yes?" she said.

"Will someone come down and empty this damn pee bottle? It's running
over."

"I'll get it," she said and released the button. "It's Wilkins in 214.
He needs help, as usual."

She left the station and went briskly down the hall. Wilkins was in bad
shape, both legs and both arms in casts. He was a middle-aged man and he
was always cranky. He'd been in the hospital long enough so that the worst
pain was over. But he still always found something to bitch about: the
food stinks; the service stinks, bring me this, bring me that, help me pee,
scratch my back. It was always something. Sarah simply managed to avoid
him most of the time.

"About time you got here," he snorted when she entered his room.

Sarah smiled and took the bottle into the toilet, emptied it, and rinsed
it out.

"Do you need to go?" she asked.

"Hell yes, I need to go! Why do you think I was shoutin' for you?"

"Do you need any help?"

Wilkins flushed. He could manage alone if he had to, but it was a hell
of a chore. "Well, it's easier with help," he said. "You nurses run in
and run right back out, leaving a man helpless. What do ya do all day,
loaf around the halls? Probably got a card game going or play footsie with
the interns."

"No, I was eating chocolates and reading a magazine," she snorted and
flipped up his gown. "It was a sex magazine and I was playing with myself.
I was about to come and it sure made me mad when you buzzed."

Wilkins flushed. "I . . . I . . . "he stammered. Sarah suppressed a
grin. She had heard Ruth use that exact line the other day. She would
never have had the nerve to say it herself except Wilkins made her so mad
with his shitty attitude. She was glad now that she had. It sure had
cooled him off in a hurry.

She took his shriveled prick in her hand and guided it to the mouth of
the bottle.

"Haven't seen much of you around here," he said, his tone of voice
completely changed.

"Of course not," she snapped. "You're so goddamned cranky I avoid you.
Now pee." She shook his cock in the bottle.

Wilkins started to say something, stopped, and started peeing. He
looked beat.

She let him finish, then wiped him with a tissue and took the bottle
into the toilet and emptied it again. She returned, but instead of
covering him, took hold of his cock again.

''You're kind of cute when you're not mad she said. She felt pretty
frisky.

"So are you, even when you're mad," Wilkins said weakly. A nurse had
never touched him like that before.

Sarah went to the door and pushed it shut. She returned to the bed and
put her hand on his cock again. "You won't be able to do this for a
while," she said, and started to stroke his cock.

Wilkins sputtered and stared at her in disbelief. "Just relax, Mr.
Wilkins. I'll make you feel good."

She held his balls in one hand and stroked his cock with the other. It
took a few moments for him to get over his shock and respond, but at last
his prick started swelling fat and hard. Sarah felt her excitement grow
along with the prick in her hand. Yes, she had a penis fixation, all
right. And she had no intention of losing it. She stared at the cock-head
bulging from her fist as it swelled like a fat, ripe, little plum.

"Oh, God," Wilkins moaned, "this is the best thing that ever happened to
me."

"It'll get better, too. Just lay there and enjoy it," Sarah said.

Sarah's pussy tingled, the nerves dancing with excitement. She was
hoping it would be good enough to make her come-she really needed to come.
The last time she had jerked off a patient was with the big construction
worker. And her last come had been with Barry two days earlier.

She felt the heat growing in her loins and impulsively reached up and
started to unbutton her uniform. She got it open to her waist and, letting
go of his cock, pulled down her bra until she had one fat, luscious tit
free. The nipple stood out dark and firm. She stepped closer to his head,
bent at the waist, and, cupping the tit in her hand, pressed it to his
mouth.

"Suck me," she hissed, her hand reaching back down to grasp his prick.

Wilkins sucked hard. Sarah moaned softly, her hand moving steadily up
and down on his prick. She would come, yeah, she would come, probably
harder than old Wilkins who was all but biting her nipple. She wished her
tit was full of milk so she could nurse him like a little baby.

Wilkins wasn't going to have any trouble coming, either. He could feel
his nuts tightening and it was a marvelous feeling, and one long overdue.
Wilkins was a bachelor and for many years had only gotten off by his own
hand or with a prostitute. But this was better than both put together! He
gave a sharp groan and his come poured out like warm syrup. It shot out of
the hole, down over his cockhead and over Sarah's hand.

Sarah felt the warm come wetting her hand as Wilkins tugged hard on her
nipple with his lips and teeth. Then she started coming. It wasn't the
floating come like she had with Barry, but rather a sharp, hurting come
that made her clit throb like a prick. She closed her eyes and gritted her
teeth. Goddamn, it was so good! Her legs felt weak, almost numb, as
another sharp burst echoed into the canyon of her cunt. Shit fire! If she
only had a stiff cock in her! Once a week was just not enough.

She stood squeezing his cock while she regained her composure and
finally looked down and saw the mess on her hand. It was in his hair, too,
and had soaked the tail of his gown.

"It looks like you need a fresh gown," she said. "Right now, I don't
need anything," Wilkins sighed. "God, lady, I wish I could fuck you."

"I wish you could, too... fuck me," she said. Sarah found she enjoyed
saying it, especially since she was in no danger of his actually fucking
her. She realized, though, that a couple of minutes earlier she would have
let him, had he been able. She felt terribly wicked and found that she
liked that, too.

She cleaned him up and instructed him to act as if it never happened.
If she was found out she would be fired and could never jerk him off again.

Later, everyone on the ward commented on how human old Wilkins had
become. He was almost pleasant, almost.

The following week, Sarah started working nights. It was different and
seemed much longer. Unlike days, there was little activity. It was
semi-dark, quiet, and almost everyone was asleep, including some of the
nurses. Ruth hadn't drawn the same shift and that made it more boring.
She was with an old gal who ate candy all the time and was incredibly lazy.
What work there was, she gladly let Sarah do.

All. day on Wednesday, Sarah fussed about; nervous and tense. She was
missing her weekly fuck and felt sorely deprived. She went to work
irritable and cranky and by midnight was totally bored. Lazy Edna was
sound asleep at the nurse's station, all the aids had disappeared, and the
quiet was deafening.

Sarah walked down the dim hall and peeked into the rooms to make sure
all was well. Then she heard Mr. Olsen in 220 groaning. She went into
the dark room and saw him twisting and turning on the bed, moans and groans
pouring from his lips. She went up to the bed and saw he was sound asleep.
He had broken his arm, a clean break, no problem, but it was his first
night with the cast and he was probably in pain.

Sarah put her hand on his forehead. His eyes popped open.

"Oh, God!" he gasped and stared at her for a moment. Then, realizing
where he was, he calmed. "God, nurse, I was having the most horrible
night-mare. I'm so glad you came in."

"That's why I'm here," Sarah said. "Do you hurt?"

"No. I'm fine now. The arm even feels fine. I'll go home in the
morning."

"You were lucky. It was a clean break and you'll be back to normal in a
few weeks." She continued to stroke his forehead. He was wet with sweat.
"You're soaking wet. I'll get you a fresh gown."

"Stay here for a minute; first. Your hand feel so reassuring. Jesus,
it's amazing how realistic and frightening a dream can be."

She smoothed back his hair and caressed his cheeks. "Were you dreaming
about your fall?"

"No, it was just one of those scary, disjointed things. Probably from
all the stuff they gave me. He put his good hand over hers and ran his
finger tips up her arm.

"Don't, Mr. Olsen," she said

'You're so beautiful. I noticed you even when I was hurting so much
earlier this evening. I don't hurt now. You made the pain go away."

Sarah's whole body tingled. Chris Olsen was a good looking young man,
about twenty-six, robust and muscular. And he was intact, except for the
cast on his left arm. He continued to smooth his fingers up and down her
arm and her mouth was dry, her heart pounded.

"I'd better get you a fresh gown," she said a little too loudly and
pulled away.

She got the gown and laid it on the foot of the bed.

"Here, let's get this wet thing off," she said. She had him raise up
and undid the ties, then stripped the gown off. She looked at his smooth,
hard body as it glistened in the dim glow from the night light. She
glanced downward and saw his thick clump of pubic hair and his thick cock
poking out, limp across one thigh.

She had brought a small towel, too, and to wipe his broad chest.
"Better dry you off a little first," she said. She dried his chest and
stomach and then left the towel half covering his groin while she moved her
hands sensuously back up his stomach and over his chest.

"You're so strong," she said softly.

"I keep in shape," he replied, his hand on her arm again.

She continued to massage his chest, not really realizing when he started
feeling her tits. She knew she should stop him, but it felt too good. It
was just exactly what she always wanted Barry to do, to squeeze her tits
and bunch them through her dress. It made her nipples rub against her bra
and start to tingle.

"Oh, Mr. Olsen," she sighed softly and bent forward until their lips
met.

They kissed several times, each time with more intensity. "Oh, Mr.
Olsen," she sighed again.

"Get on the bed with me," he said.

"Oh, dear, I can't . . . I really shouldn't," she protested, yet found
herself moving up beside him.

She stretched herself out on the bed, her arm around his neck, her other
hand on his belly. They kissed again and then she felt his hand inside her
uniform. His fingers felt so cool and nice on her skin. She brought her
hand up from his belly and opened her uniform all the way down the front.

She felt his hand at her side and then on her back. She hunched a
little. "Can you reach the clasp?" she whispered.

He reached the clasp and her bra came loose. His hand came back to her
free tits and felt and squeezed them.

"Squeeze my nipples," she said, her hand back on his belly, her fingers
nuzzling at the top of his pubic hair.

They lay like this for a long time, her hand inches from his cock, his
hand at her tits, their mouths searching, kissing, nibbling. His tongue
slipped into her mouth and she tensed, it was her first French kiss but she
quickly relaxed and drew his tongue in.

Sarah felt an intense thrill when his hand left her tits and moved down
her belly. His fingers played at her belly button for a moment, then slid
inside her panties. Her own hand slid down and gripped his prick.

"Oh. . . you're so hard!" she cried.

"Hell yes, I'm hard! Didn't you expect it?"

"Yes, I expected it," she said and started to stroke his cock.

His fingers were now at her pussy, sliding the length of her cunt cleft,
pressing her clit and probing at her cunt hole. She was wet and growing
wetter. She had never done anything like this before not even with Barry.
But it was the way she had always wanted to make love with Barry and let
herself go, feeling the excitement grow and tingle.

His cock was completely hard and she wanted it, wanted it more than she
had ever wanted anything. The thought of being completely unfaithful to
Barry, of going all the way with this man, flashed through her mind. She
knew it was now or never.

She sat up quickly. "Here, let me get my pants off," she said.

She awkwardly slid her slacks over her hips and pushed them on down
until she could get one foot out. One foot free was enough. She was able
to open her legs to this man.

She didn't spread her legs, though. Instead, she rolled over on top of
him and straddled his hips with her open cunt.

"Just lie still, Olsen. I'll fuck you," she said, surprising even
herself.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck me," Olsen gasped. "Oh, Jesus, you hot-assed nurses!"

Sarah found his rigid cock with her hand and squatted over his stiff
prick. She played with her cunt with his wet cocktip for a few seconds
before nuzzling her tingling pussy. His cock was larger than Barry's, yet
slid into her incredibly easy. She gave a little gasp when the fat cock
knob spread her cunt lips and pushed inside.

"Oh, goddamn it, Olsen, that feels so good"' she cried and let her hips
down, slowly pushing the wonderful prick into her cunt. "I want to feel it
all inside me for a bit. Then I'll lay on you and we can fuck and fuck and
fuck," she moaned.

"Aw, Christ yes . . ." was all he could say.

She felt his whole prick inside her and grunted with pleasure. It was
lots bigger than Barry's and felt much better, too. Of course, she had
never had Barry's cock in this position or so deep inside her pussy. It
was a new, thrilling, excruciatingly good experience.

She rode on his cock for almost a minute before she fell forward,
pressing her tits hard against his firm chest. Their mouths met again as
she started moving, lifting with her thighs.

His cock went into her cunt, almost slid out, then eased back in again,
the thick shaft sliding hard against her clit. She found a rhythm she
particularly liked and lay on him, fucking steadily, the good feeling
growing stronger and stronger.

"Don't come too quick," she gasped.

"I can hold out a long time in this position if you want."

"I want," she said.

She went into an intense orgasm, but controlled herself and kept an
even, steady pace. It made her come last for a long, long time, and it
still felt good, even as it subsided. She continued fucking him and soon
realized she could come again if he held out a little longer. She had
never thought it possible.

"I can come again if you can last just a little longer," she gasped.
She was breathing hard, increasing her speed in her urgency to come again.

"Not too much longer," Olsen said.

"Oh, goddamn, it feels so good!" she cried and sat up, thrusting his
cock all the way in.

She bounced wildly, the sweetness of her orgasm encouraging her. She
heard him growl as he lunged up with his hips and she knew he was there,
too. The sensation of his wet come squirting in her cunt was enough to
bring her a third time. It was almost too much and she fell forward again,
riding weakly on what was left of his hard-on. She finally stopped moving
and lay gasping for air.

"You really come, don't you, lady?" he said, his own breath short and
rasping.

"Yes, yes! I love it," she cried.

His prick finally slipped out of her cunt and she could feel his come
leaking out. She liked that feeling, too. Barry had been cheating her.

She lay on top of him for a long time, kissing and caressing him. She
moved her hand between their sweating bodies and held his shriveled, gooey
cock. She was sure now that she could never get too much fucking. She
seemed to want his cock just as much as she had when she was in full heat,
riding hard for a come.

"My arm hurts a little," Olsen said.

She realized then where she was and what she had done. She had taken no
precautions. The door stood wide open, there was a patient in the next bed
and the curtain not drawn and she was practically naked on top of a
patient.

She quickly moved from the bed. "Oh, dear," she said and rushed into
the bathroom. It took several minutes for her to get herself straightened
out. At least her uniform had been open and had not gotten too badly
wrinkled.

She came back with a pan of warm water and quickly cleaned and gowned
Mr. Olsen.

"My arm hurts," he said.

"I'll get you a pain pill," she said.

The hall was still semi-dark and there was no one in sight. Lazy Edna
was still asleep, snoring. Sarah sighed with relief and called the
pharmacy for a pain pill.



CHAPTER FOUR



When Sarah arrived at work the next evening she was a wiser young woman.
She now knew that her Wednesdays with Barry had been k** stuff, almost like
c***dren playing house with no idea of what they were really doing. She
felt a certain amount of guilt for having cheated on Barry. She still felt
some shame for fucking a man she didn't know, but the feelings were less
than they had been the night before. She felt a perverse thrill at having
been such a wicked girl and it certainly had been enjoyable

She checked on Olsen as soon a she arrived, knowing she would let him
fuck her again, but he had already been dismissed. A gnawing
disappointment grabbed her stomach, but she knew it was for the best. She
had to be more careful in the future and learn to control her new lust.
She could have been caught, caught and fired and disgraced. Her mother
would have been horrified.

She went to the nurse's station, where Edna was slouched in a chair
smoking and reading a magazine, the everpresent box of chocolates at her
elbow. Sarah's thoughts turned to men, a subject she really hadn't thought
much about before-except when she was jacking one off. A whole new world
had seemed to have opened up, a world filled with men, men who wanted to
fuck her. She tingled at the thought, a warm, moist feeling spreading
between her legs. Sarah realized it was a feeling she enjoyed very much,
maybe too much.

The evening went unbearably slowly and it was almost midnight when a
young intern named Cliff came up to the nurse's station. Sarah was staring
at the ceiling smoking a cigarette and Edna was asleep in her chair.

"Hi, Sarah! Want to go and get a cup of coffee?" Cliff asked.

"We have coffee here," Sarah said.

Cliff looked at the voluptuous young lady. The top two buttons of her
uniform were unbuttoned and he could see the swell of her fine tits. She
had such a sensuous mouth, her lips almost always seemingly puckered for a
kiss. It was such a shame she was a cold ass. Cliff was French and not
that good looking, but he was attractive to women and knew it. He'd never
made any moves on Sarah and the g****vine had it that she was a prude. But
she didn't look like a prude. She was smiling at him in a come and eat me"
way and he could see the frilly lace on the top of her bra. He liked sexy
underwear on a woman.

"You look bored, Sarah, like maybe you need to go for a walk," he
persisted. Something told him that little Sarah was available in spite of
advice to the contrary.

"I'm on duty, Cliff," Sarah said;

"Aw, let the fat, old bag handle it. I've noticed she doesn't mind
letting you do all the work."

Sarah took a deep drag on her cigarette and snuffed it out in the ash
tray. Through the haze of smoke curling from her lips, she gazed at the
in-tern. She'd never paid much attention to him, but there was something
about him.

"You're right," she said. "I do need to stretch my legs."

She pulled her skirt up to mid-thigh and stuck both legs straight out
before getting up. When she got up, she kept her skirt high and stamped
her feet. She didn't know why she did it, she never had before, but it
made her tingle.

It made Cliff tingle, too. She had gorgeous legs, even in her white
nurse's hose.

Sarah went over to Edna and jostled her shoulder. The fat woman's eyes
popped open. "Not asleep, just resting my eyes," she cried, then saw it
was only Sarah. "Shit, I was having a good dream, Sarah!" she said.

"I'm going down the hail with Cliff for a cup of coffee," Sarah said.

"We got coffee right here," Edna said.

"I need to stretch my legs. I've been sitting too long."

Edna stared at her dumbly, her mouth hanging open like the weight of the
world had just been deposited on her fragile shoulders. "Oh, okay," she
said sullenly. "But don't stay long."

"Not too long," Sarah said, stepped out of the station and taking Cliff
by the hand. "Let's get the hell gone before the fat pig changes her
mind."

They walked down the hall, their hips just touching. Sarah felt an
electricity that she had never felt before. When they turned the first
corner and the light was dim, she didn't resist when he turned to her and
tilted her face up to his. She let him kiss her for a moment, then pulled
away.

"You're kind of fast," she said.

"I couldn't resist. You really turn me on, Sarah," he said.

"Then do it again," Sarah said.

It surprised her to feel such a thrill from his kiss. Could any man
turn her on so quickly just because he was a man? It appeared that way.
She closed her eyes and brought her lips to his again.

He kissed her harder this time, and pulled her tightly against his body.
She snuggled up to him and let one of her knees slip between his legs. He
gasped, his legs clamping against her soft thigh. She felt his prick
against her thigh and returned the gasp.

Oh, my God, Sarah thought, his prick, I can feel his prick! She raised
her leg a little and felt his cock press against her. His prick was
growing, stretching out hard and long against her soft thigh. She wanted
to reach down and feel his cock with her hand, but slipped both her hands
around his neck instead.

She felt his hands slide down over her back and cup the cheeks of her
ass. Then slowly, ever so slowly, felt her skirt rising up.

"Yes, yes," she whispered, her excitement mounting, "Lift my skirt up
and feel me."

"Jesus, and I thought . . . I mean I heard . . . he stammered.

"You shouldn't believe everything you hear, Cliff," Sarah said and slid
her tongue wetly back and forth on his lips, then pushed it into his mouth.

He lifted her skirt above her ass and slid one hand and then the other
over her bare ass cheeks. "Jesus!" he gasped. "No panties! You're naked
under your dress."

"Yessssss," Sarah hissed. "There's nothing to stop you from feeling
everything."

He let his fingers glide lightly over her ass, his finger tips playing
lightly in the crevice.

Sarah moaned and straddled his leg, pressing her cunt down against his
firm thigh. She could feel the head of his cock pressing into her.

Cliff moved his hands down her ass and let his long fingers dip between
her legs. The touch at the back of her cunt was electric and she raised up
to let him probe. He moved onto her thick, hairy cunt lips and she tried
to spread her legs wider.

"Oh, God, goddamn, goddamn, Cliff," she moaned and pushed a hand down
between their bodies.

She enjoyed the feel of his cock against her leg, but she had to touch
it, to feel it with her hand, feel it inside his pants. She pulled away
from him a little to get at his fly. When she found the zipper she tugged
at it and got it down. Then she let her hand slide inside.

Sarah wrapped her fingers around his hard, throbbing cock. The feel of
it naked in her hand, so silky smooth, so hot and alive, made her twitch
with anticipation. Her mouth watered and she wondered why, then decided it
was probably the excitement.

Cliff had ceased his activity and allowed her to move a bit farther away
while she got his cock free of his pants.

Then his prick was out and in her hand. She looked down and stared with
lust. His cock was beautiful, even in the dim light. She stroked it,
letting her fist bunch tightly just under the fat cock knob. She was
delighted with the way he squirmed and moaned under her stroking fingers.
Her nipples started to tingle and then to throb, pressing hard against her
uniform. Suddenly she felt hot between her thighs, hot and wet, almost
squishy. She knew her extreme excitement wasn't just from holding Cliff's
cock. No, she was anticipating the fuck, imagining the instant that his
sweet, wonderful cock pushed into her cunt. It was terribly exciting to
want to fuck so badly.

"Oooooh, God, baby, play with my cock," Cliff moaned, his hands coming
up to her breasts. He rolled her marble-hard nipples in his fingers and
started to open her uniform.

Sarah cupped his balls inside his pants with one hand while the other
moved slowly back and forth on his cock. She let him unbutton her uniform
and then pushed her tits out to meet his eager hands. She moved close to
him, guiding his prick between her legs, and slid his cock knob between the
lips of her pussy.

"God, Cliff, God, I need it!" Sarah gasped, forcing the tip of his rigid
prick into her cunt.

"We can't do it here, Sarah," Cliff said, but let her push his cock in a
little deeper.

Sarah pushed down to meet his prick and got most of the head inside.
"Why not, honey! Need it, want it now," she moaned.

"Oh, God, that feels good, baby, but we gotta stop," he moaned. "Gotta
stop. Someone will come along, we'll get caught, fired. Gotta stop,
honey, gotta stop." He lifted his hips and pushed in deeper.

He was almost half way in and Sarah was panting, bobbing on his prick.
"Where can we go? Gotta fuck, gotta fuck," she grunted.

"There's an empty bed one floor up. It's at the end of the hall around
the corner from the nurse's station," he said as he stepped back and pulled
his cock from her cunt.

"Clif. . . NO!" Sarah gasped. "I want it now; put it back."

"Too dangerous, baby. Let's go," he said and grabbed her hand. He
raced for the stairwell, pulling Sarah along, his cock flopped freely while
her tits bounced.

They were both gasping for breath when they entered the room. Sarah
gave a little squeal and whispered, "Cliff, there's a woman in the bed."

"The other one's empty," Cliff said. "She's all doped up and won't ever
know we're here." He led her through the darkened room to the other bed.
"Get undressed."

"Should we?" Sarah asked, her good sense slowly catching up with her
passion.

"Hell yes! I want you naked. All the way, baby, even your shoes and
socks," Cliff snorted.

Sarah's fears subsided when she lay naked on the bed and Cliff let
himself down on top of her. She felt his hard cock against her leg and
cried, "Yes, honey, yes! Fuck me!"

The thick cock knob went into her cunt without her help. She lifted to
meet his first thrust.

"Give it to me, fella, all of it," she gasped. "Unngh, good! Yeah,
yeah, fuck me, Cliff, fuck me hard, make me come!"

She had thought it would have been better in the hall. But when his
prick was stuffed all the way up in her cunt and fucking hard and fast she
changed her mind. It was much better on a bed, lying down and taking all
he had to give.

"Goddamn," she mumbled, "so good, so very fucking good. So much better
than Barry. God, it's a waste to fuck with Barry when other men are so
much better."

He drew his cock almost all the way out and she could feel his fat cock
knob between her cunt lips and how it spread her open when he pushed back
in. She lifted her knees a little and moved with him, pushing when he
moved toward her, pulling away when he pulled out. It felt so good to fuck
with him, to move with complete abandon without fear of recrimination. She
hunched urgently, the good feeling growing better by the second.

"Jesus, what a lay," Cliff gasped. Never thought for one minute...
damn, you can really fuck, Sarah! Really know how to make a guy feel good.
Oh, shit, too good, getting close, honey!" up over his back to lock him in.
"Don't move, honey. Cool down a little." She lay perfectly still, holding
him rigid with her strong legs.

They lay like that for several minutes, both breathing hard. She could
feel the sweat on his chest against her tits and she could feel his cock
inside of her, still hard and still throbbing.

"Are you in control again?" she asked.

"Yeah, I think so," he answered.

"Okay, fuck me some more. But stop if you feel like you're going to
come," she said.

She relaxed her legs and he started pumping slowly, her fire coming up
fast. She pressed his hips with her thighs and his cock with her cunt.
She knew she was giving his cock too good a time for him to last, but she
couldn't help herself. It felt so good and she was so close to popping.

"God, Sarah, I'm not Superman, I can't hold out much longer," Cliff
cried.

"Stop! Just once more, honey, and I'll make you come so good you'll
never forget it," Sarah grunted, on the verge of coming. She wanted to
cool off and then climb back to ecstasy once more. The real fun was
getting there, climbing to that tiny instant and then tumbling over. She
had almost tumbled over twice, once more would make it perfect. "Just once
more," she said, clamping her legs tight around him.

Cliff felt her pussy tighten around his prick and tried to relax. He
was so close that he knew he was leaking into her already. There was no
point in pulling out, if she was going to get knocked up well, it was too
late now. He felt her soft tits against his chest, her arms around his
neck and her legs locked over his back. He found her mouth and kissed her
hard. She kissed back, her tongue gliding in and out of his mouth wetly.

"Oh, Cliff, I can't wait, I want to come. Fuck some more, make me
come," Sarah whispered.

Cliff started moving. Sarah felt the glow in her belly almost
immediately. It felt so good! There was nothing like it, nothing, nothing
anywhere in the world.

''Qh, goddamn! Oh, piss, Cliff, I'm going to come, honey, I'm coming!"
she cried.

Her legs went weak and fell away from his back when the exquisite
feeling started. It filled her belly and she felt out of breath, weak,
helpless, and in heaven.

"Me too, Sarah, goddamn, I'm coming!" Cliff yelled and squirted into her
belly.

She felt his wet come go into her cunt and she either came again or just
continued the one she was paralyzed with, she didn't now exactly which.
She tightened her cunt muscles, increasing her own sensation, and milked
his spewing prick.

Cliff drained himself and fell limp on top of her. "God, God, what a
fuck," he whined.

Sarah held him tight with her legs, still moving, still in the throes of
orgasm. She knew he would grow soft and shrivel all too soon, yet
continued to let her cunt suck hungrily on his wonderful prick filling her
passionate cunt hole. She finally sighed with contentment, and let her
legs fall from his back.

"Jesus, Sarah, that was the best fuck I ever had," Cliff said.

"Me too," Sarah said.

Cliff raised up, pulling his shrinking cock from her cunt. "You're not
k**ding?" he said.

"No way," Sarah said. "I never came so good before in all my life."

Cliff got two cigarettes from his clothing and lit them. He handed one
to Sarah and lay down beside her. "No k**ding, honey, you're the best fuck
I've ever had."

Sarah closed her eyes and took a deep drag. She let the smoke ooze from
her lips, feeling completely fucked for the first time in her life. She
felt so good, so completely at ease. She'd had three men now, if you could
call Barry a man, and it just seemed to get better and better. And she
didn't feel guilty. Fucking was too good to feel guilty about. Her mother
was full of shit and her poor daddy had probably never had a good piece of
ass in his life. He was a good daddy and deserved a good piece of ass at
least once. She wondered if h