Then Jimmy slammed into her again. His hands sank into the soft flesh of her waist and he dragged back on her. Her ass-cheeks squashed against him, and he got more cock up her butt. His prick pumped and jerked and she knew he was shooting her ass full of come. She could feel his cock lurching in her asshole. She took a jism enema as cocks flooded her throat and her bung.
She slumped down on Angelo. His dick stopped pumping in her mouth. The cock in her ass was driven out. She felt something hot trickle down her ass. Her legs folded and she slid to the floor. She rested her head on Angelo's bed and fought to catch her breath.
"Gosh, I hope I didn't hurt her," Jimmy whispered, frightened.
"I'm okay," she said quickly.
"Boy!" Jimmy gulped. "Boy, that was really something!"
"A going-away present," Lorraine told him.
"Yeah," Jimmy sighed. "Gee, I'm going to miss you.
Lorraine shrugged. "You'll find someone to take my place. Someone nearer your own age.
"Aw, they don't know anything," Jimmy snorted. "You know what?"
"What?"
"Sometimes you sound just like my mom."
Lorraine frowned. She knew he meant well, but his words were a harsh reminder of just how young he was, and how old she was. "Thanks. I'd better be getting back to the station."
"Let me look at you for a minute," Jimmy asked softly.
She stood before him, naked, a mature woman with lush, full tits and a thick black snatch. He was too young to even have a bush around his drooping, oily cock. She let him feast his eyes on her until his cock started to lift its head again. Then she started to dress.
"Thanks," Jimmy said softly.
"You're welcome," she said as she opened the door. Her greasy ass-cheeks rubbed against each other as she walked down the hall.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lorraine's eyes were still drowsy with sleep when she went into the physical-therapy room and closed the door behind her. Angelo glowered at her from a wheelchair. She locked the door behind her.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Angelo asked sourly.
"Someone told me you weren't cooperating."
"Fuck them."
Lorraine leaned against the door. She was tired. The night before had been one crisis after another. Also, she was horny.
Jimmy had been gone for a week, and she had found no one to take his place. Dr. Stern was gone, too. Dr. Mansfield had caught him with Kathy Dell, and there had been hell to pay. Stern had been sacked. His career was ruined. No one had questioned why Dr. Mansfield had been checking on Kathy. Everyone was walking very softly following the scandal. Even if there had been a replacement for Jimmy, Lorraine wouldn't have dared to do anything. Probably.
"Why won't you try to walk?" she asked Angelo.
"Because I can't," he retorted bitterly. "I have a broken neck, remember?"
"It's healing," she answered.
"Yeah, but I'm paralyzed. Everyone knows you're paralyzed if you break your neck."
"Bullshit!" Lorraine snapped. "There was no damage to the nerves. There's no reason in the world you can't walk."
"So how come my legs don't work?" "Because you haven't used them in weeks, that's why. The muscles have gone all flabby. That's why we have you in here, to get your muscles built back up." "Shit."
"Know what I think? I think you're chicken," Lorraine taunted. "Long as you were strapped in that rack, safe in your bed, all you had to do was lie there. You're too lazy and too chicken to try to walk."
"It hurts," Angelo grumbled.
"Of course it hurts. Are you going to let a little pain stop you? You are chicken. You're yellow!"
"Fuck you," Angelo growled angrily.
"Ho, ho, ho, wouldn't you just love to?"
"Yeah, well, who says I want you?" Angelo retorted.
"You were eager enough while you were strapped down, she observed. "Of course, you didn't have to do anything but lie there. No one could criticize your technique."
"Ain't nothing wrong with my technique!"
"I'll bet you can't even get your cock up. I'll bet you're afraid to even show me your dinky dick," she snorted. "Probably wore it down to a nubbin beating it with your hand because you're chicken to fuck a real woman."
Angrily, Angelo tore his robe open and jerked at the snaps to his pajama bottoms, pulled out his prick. "Some nubbin!"
Lorraine swallowed at the sight of his cock. "Limp as over-cooked spaghetti."
"Yeah, well you aren't showing it anything to get it excited," Angelo answered.
"If I did, you wouldn't know what to do with it," she taunted, shivering.
"You just give me the chance. Anytime, anyplace."
"How about right here, right now?"
Angelo looked surprised, then wary.
Lorraine was burning up inside. Her pussy felt like a brush fire. Moving away from the door, she went to the parallel bars, and stood at the end away from him. She began to unbutton the dress that was the only thing she had on.
She saw Angelo's cock begin to rise between his hairy thighs. She wished he weren't so hairy.
"You want me, you come get me," she challenged, undoing the button below her navel. "You walk down here and get me." She unfastened the button over her dripping pussy, then the one below it-the last one.
She let the dress slide off her shoulders and drop to the floor. She stood there naked. His cock rose rapidly. Cupping her breasts, she thumbed her tits, made them stiffen. Then she slid her hands down her belly, down to her pussy and fingered her cunt. She spread her legs.
"Come on," she whispered. "There's your target. Come and get my pussy, if you've got the balls."
Angelo's face beaded with sweat. Reaching out, he grasped the bars. His shoulders and arms bulged as he hauled himself painfully to his feet. His pajama bottoms dropped around his ankles.
Holding himself up on the bars, Angelo dragged his feet out of his pajama pants. His cock was swaying heavily. Then, steadying himself with one hand, he slipped one arm, then the other, out of his robe. In a moment he was down to just his pajama shirt. It parted around his erect cock. He undid the buttons and stripped off his last covering. Now he was as naked as she was.
His prick drooled. She fingered her itching cut. "Come on," she whispered. "Come and get pussy."
The muscles in his arms swelled and strained as they took his weight. Slowly and painfully, one foot inched forward on the slick floor. After placing it carefully, he leaned on it, transferred his weight to the wasted muscles of his leg. Sweat poured down his body as he dragged his other foot forward and set it firmly. His chest was heaving. His eyes were fastened on her furry cunt as he struggled toward her.
Lorraine waited for the teenage boy. Her finger slippery with cunt-juice, she rolled the little pearl of her clit.
His jaw clenched, Angelo moved slowly toward her. He was halfway to her now. He moved more easily as he gained experience. His cock was swaying and bobbing.
Mentally, Lorraine was urging him on. Her cunt was spasming, searching for a cock to fill it She stayed at the end of the bars as Angelo drew closer and closer. He was two feet away, then one foot, then his cock was smearing her belly. Still she made no effort to help him get to her.
For a moment he hesitated. Then, quickly, he moved one sweaty hand from the bars to her naked flesh, dug his fingers into her upper arm, clutched at her. His other hand slapped her, bruised her arm as he fell against her. His cock skidded up her belly as his full weight lurched against her.
Wrapping her arms around his sweating body, she fell, backwards onto the exercise mat. As she dragged him down with her, she was very conscious of the steel collar protecting his neck.
She spread her legs and felt his cock slam into her twat. She shifted her hips, and his cock slid into her hole. His hips heaved, and suddenly she was filled with his cock, jammed full with it. Her cunt juiced around Angelo's drilling dick and her hips heaved upward.