"Shit!" the young doctor swore sharply. Ignoring her wail of lust and pain, he slammed his dick hard into Kathy's rectum. His ass clenched.
Lorraine imagined the hot, gooey bursts of come that were going into Kathy's bowels. A jism enema. She imagined the feel of that towering prick pumping, spasming, jerking in the clutching embrace of her ass. She was consumed with frustration as she hovered on the brink of her coming, and watched the pair on the bed feel everything she herself wanted to feel.
The intern's orgasm seemed to go on forever. He clung to Kathy. He had to be pumping his jism against the back pressure of her shit! Kathy writhed like a squashed bug as her ass was pumped full of cream.
When the young doctor finally withdrew his prick from her ass, his hard-on was gone. His prick looked shriveled. Kathy's asshole seated itself reluctantly, after letting a pearly streamer escape. The streamer linked her to Stern for a moment, then broke, and spattered the inside of one of her thighs.
Stern staggered as he got off the bed. He lurched toward the bathroom.
Lorraine panicked. Desperately, she wheeled toward the other door, slipped through, and closed it behind herself just as she heard the other door bang open. Her hand dripping with come, she pressed back against the wall and held her breath.
There was the sound of running water, then silence, then the thud of the door being closed. Lorraine took a deep breath. Shaking and shivering, she stood in the dark room trying to compose herself. She had almost been caught,
It seemed like hours before she heard. Dr. Stern leaving Kathy's room.
CHAPTER TEN
Lorraine stood at the counter, waiting to start her shift. The nurse going off was giving the usual rundown on the patients. Lorraine still hadn't made up her mind about asking to be transferred, despite what she had seen Dr. Stern do to Kathy Dell the night before. She had, thank God, managed to avoid throwing herself at Jimmy Carter again.
"Oh, yes, I almost forgot. Jimmy Carter is going home tomorrow," the nurse announced.
Lorraine felt the blood leave her face. "There's no hope?" she whispered.
The other nurse laughed. "No. Exactly the opposite. There's been a spontaneous remission. A miracle really. Jimmy is going to live after all. He's going home to live, not to die."
Lorraine could hardly believe it. Jimmy was going to live! She thought of what she had done for the "dying" boy, and felt slightly betrayed.
"The doctor says it must be from a sudden change in his body chemistry-some unexpected glandular activity," the nurse noted as she collected her things and handed over the keys to the drug closet. "I say it's a miracle."
Lorraine sank down in the chair. She had thought for a moment that she was going to faint from shock.
Lorraine sat stiffly, trying to control her emotions. Finally, she began making her rounds. As she drew closer and closer to Jimmy's room, her pussy grew hotter and hotter.
Praying he would be awake, she pushed the door open. Her heart sank when she saw his face. He was asleep. He was lying on his back. The sheet covered him to his waist.
Lorraine looked over at Angelo. He, too, was sound asleep. He, however, looked much less comfortable than Jimmy did. There was a big lump under Angelo's sheet-a hard-on. Lorraine wondered if he was dreaming about her or Kathy Dell.
The sight of Angelo's hard-on did nothing to ease Lorraine's horniness. But, she didn't really want Angelo. She was much more attracted to Jimmy's smooth, immature body, and his youthful innocence and enthusiasm.
But, Jimmy was asleep. And Jimmy didn't have a hard-on.
She slipped into the room and eased the door closed. Her tits felt very tight. She knew she was going to do it. It was her last chance.
Standing over the sleeping boy, she unbuttoned her white dress. She let it slide off her shoulders and stepped out of it.
She shed her bra, rolled down her panties. She felt chill air touch her aroused pussy. Undoing her stockings, she rolled them down, then took off her shoes. Her garter belt joined the white pile on the floor.
Jimmy was snoring softly. His lips were parted slightly. He looked like an angel.
Very carefully, Lorraine pulled the sheet off him. He was naked. She wondered if he had been expecting her. His cock, a stubby worm, lay drooped down over his balls. It looked sweet and innocent.
Lorraine reached down and touched his prick. Lowering her head, she blew on the limp prick. She licked it, tasted a salty drop at its tip-piss? The idea excited her.
Jimmy's prick shivered in her trembling fingers. She touched it with her tongue, and felt it hardening, growing. After moistening her lips, she wrapped them around the end of his cock. The quivery shaft expanded. She screwed her tongue into the slit at the tip.
She swirled her tongue around the rubbery cap of his cock. She felt his prick expanding quickly. She glanced up and saw he was still asleep. Dipping her head, she carefully sucked his swelling cock into her mouth, let it slide along her velvety tongue.
Jimmy groaned softly, and his hips began rolling and thrusting. His legs slid apart, and his balls dropped down slightly. The muscles in his trim, flat belly squirmed.
Lorraine's guts tightened as she got more prick in her mouth. She wondered if it would be possible to bring Jimmy off without him waking up. She decided to try. She held his prick delicately between her thumb and forefinger and bobbed her head up and down. His prick seeped hot pre-come onto her tongue.
Jimmy's hips rolled from side to side on his pillow.
Lorraine slowed her cock-sucking. She stopped bobbing her head and remained still, with just an inch of his cock in her mouth. Very gently, she stroked the underside of his prick with her tongue, pressed a wave of clear juice out of his piss-hole. The slippery fluid smeared her tongue. His cock was fully erect now.
She waited until Jimmy was breathing evenly again, then began pumping her head, more slowly and carefully this time. She reached between his slender, hairless thighs and slipped her hand under his balls. The egg-shaped glands squirmed as she fondled them. She gently pinched each ball between her fingers and thumb, then let it squirm aside. She felt the twisting cord of his sperm tunnel.
She pumped her head on his prick. Her fingers caressed his balls, scratched his cock. Delicately, she touched his asshole with her fingertip. She felt his prick twinge reflexively.
The burning trickle from Jimmy's cock increased as she scratched his asshole. She fucked her mouth on his cock, coated his shaft with spit. Her jaw was starting to ache.
He was still asleep, but was increasingly restless. His hips were pumping, driving his cock into her mouth. His flat, hairless belly was almost touching her nose. She gagged as his cock-head brushed against the back of her squirming, scrubbing tongue.
His balls tensed. His ass-cheeks clenched. She felt his piss-tube squirm and a hot blob of jism squirted into her mouth. She was swamped in a musky scent. The viscous fluid coated her tongue. She was swimming in come. Her mouth flooded with saliva and jism.
She swallowed jet after jet of come. She was being drowned in semen. She knew the total amount could be no more than a teaspoonful, but as it kept spurting into her mouth, her stomach recoiled as she swallowed.
She swallowed the last of Jimmy's come, then sucked his cock as it began to lose its stiffness. Her mouth was pasty with semen. She loved it. She let go of his cock and sat up. She looked at him. He was still sleeping. His legs were drawn up and spread wide as if he was a girl who was eager to take her lover. His prick was shiny with spit.
"Very nice," Angelo said suddenly from across the room.
Lorraine looked sharply in his direction. He had thrown the covers off and was holding his towering hard-on. His hand pumped the cock-shaft as his fingers smeared the purple cap with clear fluid.