"My God, Phil, you're spoiling me," Sally sighed. "Isn't there something I can do for you?"
"There's something we can do for each other," he leered. "Come here."
He rolled onto his back. Sally crouched over him in the sixty-nine position, her steaming pink slit practically in his face, and her head poised right over his stiff-standing cock. She ogled his prick hungrily. His cock was a beauty, seven inches of smooth wrist-thick meat. She felt hot saliva rushing to her mouth as she ogled his hard-on. Then she felt Phil's searing wet tongue lashing her gash.
"Mmmmmmmm, yes!" she gasped.
Now she was in a position to return the favor. While he tongue-whipped her swollen pussy, she dipped her head, stuck out her tongue, and started licking hard and hungrily all over the engorged purple head of his cock. Phil gasped and shivered with pleasure, and big glistening drops of juice oozed from his piss hole. Sally lapped them up with the tip of her tongue and greedily gulped them down.
"Yeah, baby, lick my cock," Phil rasped.
Sally hungrily swirled her tongue around and around the big knob of his cock, lapping up his salty juice as fast as it oozed from his prick cleft. She found herself literally drooling on the head of his cock, she was so hungry for his cream.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned, "Mmmm! Uuummmmm!"
Suddenly she felt the most wicked and delicious sensation, one she'd never felt before. Phil was deliberately swirling his hot wet tongue around the tiny puckered mouth of her asshole. She was unprepared for how wildly exciting it felt. She creamed heavily, the molten juice gushing down her thighs. Again she drooled all over Phil's creaming cock head.
Now he was using the stiff tip of his tongue to rim the little clenched mouth of her shitter. Sally squealed with excitement. She relaxed the puckered opening, inviting his tongue inside. He began to stab the stiff tip in and out of her eager little brownie, and she felt almost unbearable pleasure as his slick tongue penetrated her asshole.
"Ooooooooooh!" she squealed.
"You like that?" he panted.
"My God, yes!" she moaned. "Keep doing it, Phil. I could get off that way, I just know it."
Phil grasped her lustily writhing hips and started plowing his tongue hard up her ass. The slick little tunnel didn't offer much resistance. Sally relaxed her shitter, wanting to take his spearing tongue as deep as she could. Soon he was cramming it right to the root in her sensitive brownie, giving her incredible blasts of pleasure.
"Ahhhhhhh, yesss! That's so damned good!" she whined.
She didn't think she'd ever felt anything so delicious and arousing as Phil's long slippery tongue probing deep and hard into her shitter. She felt herself spinning fast towards another climax. In her wild excitement she fisted the thick hairy base of Phil's cock and stuffed the rest into her boiling-hot mouth.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh," she heard him moan.
That was about all the noise he could make with his tongue stuffed deep in her asshole, but she could tell how wildly aroused he was. His piss hole oozed thick streams of juice that dribbled onto her tongue, and his cock throbbed violently in her mouth. She sucked loudly and hungrily on his tasty dick while he reamed and probed her aroused brownie with his long hot tongue.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned, "Mmmmmmmmmmmm."
She was suctioning the hot salty cream out of his piss hole and rolling it on her tongue. As his excitement mounted, Phil tongue-fucked her ass harder and harder. Suddenly she felt herself starting to come, her convulsing shitter squeezing his tongue. She whimpered and moaned as she came, and she sucked ravenously on his cock.
Then Phil was whipping his tongue out of her ass and rolling her onto her back.
"I wanta fuck you!" he panted. "I been wanting to fuck you for months!"
Without waiting for a reply, he threw himself onto her and crammed his steel-hard cock up her cunt.
"Unnnhhhhh, yes, get into me," Sally moaned. "Fuck me, Phil, fuck the living shit out of me!"
"Exactly what I had in mind," he growled.
If his foreplay was kinky and experimental, his fucking was very basic-just what Sally was craving. He fucked into her pussy in a steady hard rhythm, cramming her eager cunt with his thick hard cock. She gurgled ecstatically and fucked right back at him, slamming her slippery cuntal tube up and down the granite-hard column of his cock.
"Unnnhhh, yes, you big bastard! Fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me as hard as you can!"
They were both too aroused by now to hold out much longer. They fucked each other like animals, faster and faster, and the couch creaked and shuddered. Sally bared her teeth in a wide grimace of pleasure as Phil's jack-hammering cock pounded her into yet another body-wracking climax. Just as she started coming, she felt the first steaming blast of his jizz against her womb.
"Awwwwwwww! Christ, aaaaggghhhh!" he bellowed.
"Cream me, Phil! Fuck!" she walled.
They writhed and convulsed together for long delicious moments before rolling apart.
Then they finished the martinis and chatted like old friends. There was no question of getting heavily involved with each other. Theirs was a plain and simple lust for each other's body, and they'd satisfied it.
When Sally got home, Jim was in the kitchen making himself a sandwich.
"Where were you?" he demanded.
"Out shopping and seeing some friends," Sally said calmly. "You almost always eat at the cafeteria, Jim, so I didn't seen any point in coming home and cooking."
"I guess you're right," he said apologetically. "I'm not home enough for you to bother with cooking. I'm sorry, Sal-I guess that goes with being a doctor's wife."
And so does fucking Nurse Benson, Sally thought bitterly.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Sally reported for work the next day, she found a new patient on her floor. His name was Ted Evans, and he'd had an emergency appendectomy. More important, from Sally's point of view, the guy was very sexy-looking. He was probably around thirty, well-built, and handsome. She greeted him with a big smile.
"How are you this morning, Mr. Evans?" she asked cheerfully.
"How do you think?" he growled. "You wouldn't feel so great if you'd just had your appendix out."
Sally's smile faded. He wasn't just handsome-he was also a grouch. "I'm sorry to hear that," she said coolly. "I'll see if I can get you something for the pain."
All day she kept hearing from the other nurses that Ted Evans was a pain in the ass. He complained about everything, and nothing pleased him. Nobody wanted to answer his buzzer or go into his room. Since he was going to be in the hospital for several more days, Sally decided she'd better have a talk with him. If he wanted nursing service, he'd have to change his attitude.
She entered his room and found him staring moodily out the window, his arms folded over his chest. She thought again how attractive he was. Too bad he was an asshole, too. She walked over to the bed, picked up his wrist, and took his pulse. He glared at her. His pulse was normal. Maybe his incision was bothering him. Sally pulled down the sheet and reached for his hospital gown.
"Just what do you think you're doing!" he snapped.
"I'm checking your stitches," Sally said. "Maybe that's what's making you such a grouch."
Ted Evans turned beet red. "I'm sorry," he said, "I guess I have been pretty impossible. But it isn't my stitches. Matter of fact, they feel fine."
"Care to tell me about it?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he sighed.
"Try anyway," she said, smiling and sitting down on the edge of his bed.
"Okay," he sighed, "I was on my way to get laid. There was this girl, an absolute knockout, and I'd been after her for a year. Dancing, dining, flowers, you name it-I couldn't get her into bed. Finally, yesterday, she said she'd get it on with me. I was driving to her apartment when I had the appendicitis attack. How's that for lousy luck?"