"I thought you were asleep," Lorraine said stupidly.
"It's damn hard to sleep in this fucking rack," he pointed out sourly.
"I suppose so."
"Quite a farewell party."
"You've heard, then?"
Angelo snorted. "Shit, who hasn't? A miracle, the doctors say-the kid's body chemistry changed suddenly. Shit. You and I know all he needed was a good fuck-which he got."
"You sound bitter," Lorraine observed.
"What makes you say I'm bitter? Should I be bitter? Bitter about spending the rest of my life on this fucking torture rack?"
"You won't spend the rest of your life on it."
"Yeah? You ought to hear what my doctor has to say about that," Angelo responded sourly. "Anyway, the kid's getting fucked, and going home. I'm stuck here."
"You've gotten fucked, too," Lorraine pointed out.
"Yeah, well, I haven't had a blow job like that one," Angelo argued.
"Looked to me like Kathy did all right by you."
"Yeah, for a kid she did all right. She's young and inexperienced, though. She's not a woman."
"Are you leading me on?"
Angelo grinned. "Shit, yes!" He was still pumping his fist on his throbbing prick. "I want a blow job. I want to see your mouth on my cock. I want a fine, high-class, educated, registered nurse twice my age to suck my cock like a common whore. I want a blow job from a neat Irish chick named Kelly."
"I'm French," Lorraine snapped. "My husband was Irish."
"Yeah, well, French is more appropriate anyway," Angelo said, then snickered. "So, French me, lady."
"Why should I?"
"Because, you're a nurse, and if you don't, I'll be in pain."
"You keep jacking off and you'll be in a puddle."
"Shit. I could do this all night and all I'd get is a raw cock."
Lorraine watched him jerking off, watched the way the foreskin tugged and slid over his towering prick. She wondered what his come would taste like, how much of it he could produce. Then, there was his bitterness. Chances were he would heal, but it was going to take a long time. And, when he did get out of the traction frame, there would be weeks and weeks of physical therapy.
Lorraine knew she was rationalizing what she was going to do. Also, she didn't want Angelo the way she did Jimmy-Angelo's older, hairier maturity didn't appeal to her the way Jimmy did. She liked them young-at least young-looking-the younger the better.
But that towering chunk of cock made her mouth water.
And, if he didn't come, he would be in pain.
Getting up from Jimmy's bed, Lorraine went over to Angelo. He was still pumping his hard-on. Putting her hands on his bed, she leaned forward, lowered her mouth to the jutting purple knob of his cock. He smelled of sweat and shit. Her lips curled around the bulb of his cock and she swept his hot meat with her tongue. She lifted her head, picked a pubic hair off her tongue, then took his prick into her mouth again.
Angelo steadied his cock with one hand. His other came down on her head. He curled his fingers into her short black hair and forced her to take his cock down her throat. She gagged.
"Yeah, suck it," Angelo groaned.
"What are you doing?" Jimmy asked suddenly.
Lorraine froze.
"Getting some special nursing care," Angelo answered. "Like you just got."
"I did?" Jimmy's voice cracked.
Lorraine wanted to spit out Angelo's prick, but his grip on her hair made it impossible.
"I had a real crazy dream," Jimmy said.
"Son of a bitch, never would have thought it was possible," Angelo grunted.
Lorraine 's throat was battered as Angelo's cock slammed against it.
"Jeez, look at her go!" Jimmy exclaimed softly.
"Yeah, man," Angelo agreed. "Deep throating it, that's what she's doing."
"I'm getting hard just watching," Jimmy noted.
"So, go ahead and do something about it," Angelo suggested.
"I-I'd like to do something a little different," Jimmy stuttered.
"You mean up her ass?"
Lorraine's guts chilled, and her asshole twitched.
"Uh-huh."
"Get some hair cream," Angelo ordered.
"Okay."
Lorraine heard the drawer of the table between the beds being opened. Angelo had stopped jamming her face down on his prick, but his cock still crammed her mouth, which effectively silenced her.
"Put some on your prick, and some on her asshole and plunge right in," Angelo instructed.
Lorraine started to mutter something, but Angelo forced her head down and his cock corked her throat. Silence. Then there was a chill, greasy touch at the crack of her ass. Something slithered to her asshole, pushed against the tight hole, entered her. Lorraine's guts knotted with pleasure and fear.
Angelo grabbed her head with both hands and began pumping her face on his prick. He was bruising her throat with his prick.
Lorraine hardly felt Jimmy's finger leave her asshole. Then she felt his cock-head jam at her asshole, and her pleasure roared still higher. He leaned against her backside and the pressure on her asshole built and built and built. She drew hungrily on Angelo's cock.
"Keep pushing," Angelo told the younger boy. "It takes quite a push."
"Yeah," Jimmy grunted.
Lorraine's butt burned. She felt her rectum yielding. She tried a momentary crapping motion-the result scared her. Her asshole opened, and Jimmy blocked the closing, and it hurt like hell. She whimpered around Angelo's cock as she forced her asshole to relax again.
Jimmy's cock gained more ground up her ass. It felt like her asshole was being stretched open by a too big turd. Only, instead of there being the delectable release of pressure from getting rid of shit, there was a slowly increasing pressure.
Angelo's prick seeped sticky juices over her tongue as Jimmy's dick forced her asshole open bit by searing bit. Lorraine wondered vaguely if they might meet deep inside her-wondered if she would wind up with cock from her head to her tail.
She felt something snap, and a ringing burning pain speared through her bowels. She would have yelled, but Angelo's prick made any sound impossible. What had happened in her ass? Had she torn?
The pain faded to an ache, and the pressure in her bowels grew, as did the burning friction, and she realized that Jimmy was driving his cock deep into her rectum. The snap had been her ass muscle slipping over the groove of his cock-head. The worst was over. Now the smooth, oily shaft of his cock was sliding deep into her bottom.
"Son of a bitch that's tight!" Jimmy gasped.
"Swallow again," Angelo ordered.
Lorraine swallowed. Her tongue and throat massaged Angelo's cock. Her asshole squirmed around the cock jamming it.
The pleasure was unbelievable. If she hadn't seen Kathy take cock up her ass, Lorraine would never have thought it possible. She had given hundreds of enemas during her nursing career, but an enema tip was nothing compared to a cock.
The cock pistoned in and out of her burning ass. She was bobbing her head up and down on Angelo's cock now without any orders from him. She loved the double penetration. She loved the feel of two cocks driving in and out of her. She wished her cunt was similarly stuffed, but she was taking all the cock that was available at the moment.
She was coming. Her cunt was flooding, sending hot, slippery juices down the insides of her naked thighs. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through her as the cock drove into her ass. She wanted the two boys to come, to flood her with creamy jism. She tried to get another fraction of an inch of Angelo's monster cock down her throat. She felt Jimmy's hips slam up against her buttocks as he got the full length of his cock up her ass.
Reaching between Angelo's thighs, Lorraine lifted his balls, searched farther and found his asshole. She twisted her finger into his asshole. She felt his cock throb, expand, tremble, and then erupt. His come hitting her throat felt like hot acid. She swallowed frantically. The hot jism hit her stomach, joined the copious pool left there earlier by Jimmy's cock.
Jimmy slammed into her ass. Her asshole was being rubbed raw, blistered by his brutal ass-fuck. He had only come a few minutes ago-he might go on like this for centuries! Her asshole would be a tattered ruin. Lorraine was terrified.