"Just lie back," Lorraine said, taking the long quivering vibrator from Joyce. Lorraine sat up and began teasing the shivering tip around Joyce's mouth, then over her lips. Gently, she pressed the shuddering end between Joyce's lips. Joyce let the crazy quivering electric cock slip into her mouth. Her face flushed with lust as she sucked on the machine.
Lorraine shifted the shuddering cylinder to Joyce's tits. Joyce squirmed. First one tit, then the other, was probed with the shivering, rounded point of the electric dick.
Lorraine slid the vibrating plastic cock down her roommate's flat tummy, skated down to her belly button. Joyce's mouth gaped as she groaned, begged for a cock to be jammed into her cunt. Her knees bent, her legs spread, Joyce opened her cunt, invited Lorraine to rape her with the machine.
"In the drawer-grease," Joyce groaned.
Lorraine switched off the vibrator. She carefully smeared the ivory cylinder with cream. Then, tauntingly, she held it in front of Joyce's passion-glazed eyes. Joyce's lips looked moist and soft.
Switching the vibrator back on, Lorraine slid it down through Joyce's light-brown pussy hair. She plowed a furrow along Joyce's cunt. She drove the shivering point against the girl's cut. Pleasure flared on Joyce's face as her body writhed.
Lorraine nestled the shaking vibrator in Joyce's cunt, angled it, and slowly drove it up into Joyce's cunt. Joyce spread her legs.
Lorraine's tits were hard with excitement as she raped her friend with the machine. Lorraine could see how the shaking of the vibrator was making Joyce's cunt lips shiver. Lorraine could feel how Joyce's clit was quaking and burning. Joyce was rolling her head from side to side. She was clutching her tits.
Then, reaching up blindly, she grabbed Lorraine's head and dragged her down for another hot, sucking kiss. Then she looked deep into Lorraine's eyes. "Eat me," she groaned. "Suck my clit."
Lorraine hesitated a second, then began easing the vibrator in and out of Joyce's cunt in a fucking motion. Lorraine bent her head to Joyce's cunt. Lorraine could see the flaring, aroused inner petals of pink, could see where the vibrator entered Joyce's hole. Still pumping the machine in and out, Lorraine put her lips to Joyce's cunt and sought her clit. She captured the berry, sucked on it, tasted Joyce's hot juices. Drawing on Joyce's clit, Lorraine tongued it and tongued it and tongued it. At the same time, she fucked the vibrator in and out of Joyce's cunt.
"Eat me, eat me, eat me!" Joyce whined. "Give me your cunt! Give me your cunt!"
Obediently, Lorraine squirmed around until she was straddling Joyce's face. Lorraine's hips were dragged down, and then a tongue ripped into her twat, and her cunt convulsed with lust. Still eating and flicking Joyce, Lorraine let her pussy be ravaged. A tongue was plunging in and out of her cunt. Her cunt was being mangled. Fingers were prying and working at her ass. Then a finger drilled into her asshole. Lorraine nearly died with pleasure.
Joyce's ass was tight and hard. There, inches from Lorraine's eyes, was the brownish pucker of Joyce's asshole. Lorraine drew the vibrator out of Joyce's cunt.
Madly, Lorraine set the buzzing tip on Joyce's pucker, drove it slowly up into her asshole. She watched Joyce's anus being pried open by the shivering machine, watched the wrinkles disappear, watched the ring of muscle slowly stretch and embrace the thrusting, shaking electric cock.
Joyce's mouth went mad on Lorraine's cunt. Two fingers were digging into Lorraine's asshole. Then Joyce's mouth left Lorraine's cunt and her fingers left her bottom. Then a hot, squirmy tongue drilled into her blazing asshole. Lorraine buggered Joyce with the vibrator and sucked on Joyce's clit until they both collapsed in a naked, shivering heap. That was the last thing Lorraine remembered.
When she woke up, she was still tangled head to crotch with Joyce. The soiled, greasy vibrator lay on the bed. The batteries had gone dead. Joyce was sleeping peacefully.
Carefully, Lorraine got up and took the vibrator to the bathroom. After showering, she washed off the vibrator. Back in the bedroom, she looked at Joyce, who was now awake.
"We're disgusting," Lorraine observed.
"Wonderful, wasn't it?"
"Yes," Lorraine admitted. "But, I'm not queer."
"Neither am I. I'm just liberated. I love who I want, when I want, the way I want."
"You're from a different generation than I am," Lorraine observed sadly.
"You can learn, can't you?"
"Can't teach an old dog new tricks."
"You're not old, and you're certainly not a bitch," Joyce retorted. "Relax, Enjoy. Don't worry! I won't hold this over you. And it'll never happen again, unless you want it to."
"Promise?"
"Promise," Joyce assured her. "Just one condition."
"What's that?"
"I'll have to want it to happen, too."
"I'm going to ask for a transfer from Pediatrics," Lorraine said suddenly. "That'll mean a shift change, probably. We won't see as much of each other."
"Why do that? Because of this?"
Lorraine shook her head. "No, because of what I've done with Jimmy and Angelo."
"So, what have you done?" Joyce asked. "You've given a dying kid the thrill of his life, and a potential paraplegic reassurance. Think it over, at least, okay?"
''Well…"
"Give it a week."
"I'll think about it," Lorraine said at last. "I'll think about it."
CHAPTER NINE
Lorraine had the feeling that Dr. Stern was waiting for something. He kept wandering past her station, stopping occasionally for a strained word. She wondered if he was waiting for her to take her break, was waiting to make his move then. Somehow, she didn't think that was it. Finally, with a sigh, she keyed the intercom. She had to check with Joyce before leaving the station.
She saw Dr. Stern disappear from the corridor. Her curiosity aroused, she slipped into the bathroom. She waited a minute, then peered cautiously back out.
The intern stopped at Kathy Dell's door. He looked nervously at the empty nurses' station, then slipped into the girl's room. Lorraine chewed nervously on her thumb. Stern was a fool to go into the room alone. He was laying himself wide open to a rape charge.
And Kathy was anything but innocent. She might be just the type to blackmail someone like Stern, given the chance.
Lorraine walked down the corridor toward Kathy's room. Silently, Lorraine slipped into the room next to Kathy's. Moving like a shadow, Lorraine went into the bathroom between the two rooms and closed the door behind her. Then, very carefully, she opened the door to Kathy's room.
"Kind of a strange time to be wanting to take my temperature, isn't it?" Kathy asked Dr. Stern.
Lorraine put her eye to the crack. She could see Kathy. She was sitting up in bed. The girl's tits thrust out erotically. Her tit ends were visibly alert-sharp points under the soft cloth of her pajamas. Her nipples were dark circles.
"Dr. Mansfield's orders," Dr. Stern insisted, shaking a thermometer down briskly. "Oh, okay," Kathy sighed, opening her mouth. "Uh, uh, not there," Stern ordered. "My bottom?" Kathy asked. "It's-ah-yes." "How come a nurse isn't doing it?"
"Nurse Kelly had to go on her break," Stern answered. "Now, bottoms up."
"Are you sure all you want to do is take my temperature?"
"Let's just say it's a preliminary procedure in your case."
"Hmmmm, preliminary to what?"
Stern grinned hotly. Lorraine could see his hard-on. It was a huge lump in his pants.
"Preliminary to some exploratory work," Stern answered.
"Some deep, penetrating exploratory work?" Kathy asked.
"If it seems advisable," he agreed. "Bottoms up," he ordered again, taking out a tube of lubricating cream.
As Kathy rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her ass, the intern coated the thermometer with the grease. Then, almost worshipfully, he reached out and drew her panties down, exposed the creamy roundness of her ass. She spread her legs as far as the panties would allow-they were around her knees. Lorraine could see the girl's pussy.