She was looking forward to screwing her tongue into Angelo's bung. She was aching to feel his cock drive into her ass. She was burning to feel his prick stretch her asshole, piston in and out of her slitter until he flooded it with jism.
And then she would carefully lick his filthy cock clean. And, if she was real lucky, maybe he'd get hard and come again, in her mouth. Just the thought was enough to turn her pussy into a hot, oozing swamp of lust.
Finally she dragged herself out of the chair. It was time to make her rounds. A deep breath to clear her head and she started off.
Kathy Dell's room was empty-her parents had taken her to another hospital after the scandal with Dr. Stern. Lorraine knew it hadn't been the intern's fault entirely.
Everything was quiet on the ward. Lorraine stopped at Joyce's station. "Okay if I take my break now?" she asked.
"Fine. Take as long as you want," Joyce told her.
Lorraine began hurrying as she got closer and closer to Angelo's room. She wanted to do it. That was the most frightening thing of all. It wasn't the acts themselves that horrified her as much as it was Angelo's youth. He was less than half her age.
She stopped outside his door. Her panties were a sodden mess. She put out a sweaty hand and eased the door open. She slipped inside.
Angelo stared at her hotly.
"Hi," she croaked.
"Hi." His sheet was tented up by his monster hard-on.
"We-we've got to be careful," she said huskily. "After what happened with Dr. Stern, we have to be careful."
"That cunt down the hall is covering for you, isn't she?"
Lorraine nodded. "Her name is Joyce."
"Don't think you're going to get off easy," Angelo warned.
"I don't-I don't want to," Lorraine confessed. "I'll just take off my panties. That way I'll be covered if someone comes."
"Long as the necessary holes are bared," Angelo said crudely.
Hiking up her white uniform, Lorraine skinned her panties down and off. She turned around.
Then she gulped. Angelo had thrown his sheet off. His cock lay up against his hairy belly like an ivory pole. Her pussy swelled and pulsed at the sight of his dick-but her pussy was the one hole that was not going to get that great cock tonight.
Her asshole itched with hunger as she stared at Angelo's great tower of meat. Angelo heaved up out of bed and turned to sit on the edge. His cock thrust up from his lap.
"You-you want me to suck you first?" she asked, hypnotized.
"Shit no. I want to shove it up your ass first. Then, after I'm done there, you French my asshole, then suck me off."
"I see," she whispered.
She got onto the bed on her hands and knees. She looked over as Angelo got a tube of lubricant out of the bedside table. He let her watch as he greased his prick thoroughly. Then he took a blob of cream and reached for her ass. He flipped her skirt up, bared her ass-cheeks.
His fingers touched her ass. The lubricant felt cold at first, then it warmed and softened. Her asshole ached and burned as he thrust two greasy fingers into her tail. She plunged her hand into her pussy, rolled the squirming button of her clit.
She felt the bed sag as Angelo got on his knees behind her. His fingers left her asshole. Then his cock-head touched her asshole. She felt steadily increasing pressure and pleasure, felt her ass slowly yielding to his brutal penetration.
Her asshole stretched and stretched and stretched. Then, suddenly, there was a snapping feeling as his cock-head popped into her asshole. She knew the most painful part of the penetration was over.
It felt like shitting in reverse. She felt the cock burn through her tightly stretched ring of muscle. She felt the contents of her bowels compact, press up into her guts. She wished she had taken a crap before she had come down here for this.
She put her head on the pillow and let the roaring flames of pleasure sweep through her. On her knees, her head bowed, she submitted to the brutal buggering.
Angelo's hips jammed against her ass, his balls swung, slapped her hand and her pussy. She thought she was going to die. He was sunk all the way in her ass. His cock jammed her asshole like a monster unyielding turd. Her ass tried to cut his tower off, struggled futilely against the solid cylinder.
Leaning forward over her, Angelo reached around and grabbed her tits. Squeezing the warm, heavy globes, he drew his cock out, them jammed it back up her ass.
Angelo was unaware of her pain. He dug his fingers into her tits through her clothes, pistoned his cock in her shitty depths. His hips slammed against her butt. His crotch hair ground against her ass-cheeks like steel wool. It felt like he was driving his cock clear through her body. The way her shit was being forced back up inside her, she wondered if it might come out her mouth.
She loved it! She loved the pressure, the friction, the pain, the weight on her back, the hands on her tits. She loved the feel of her asshole being dragged outward as he pulled his cock out of it, then pushing in as he jammed his prick up her rectum again. She was coming in a slow, hot rush.
Angelo moved faster and faster. As the pain in her ass grew so did her pleasure.
Angelo was panting hoarsely as he drilled into her asshole more and more brutally. His balls were tensing, hitting her pussy higher, differently. He had to be getting close to coming. He was going to hose her bowels with jism, his cock was going to pulse in her ass!
"Awwwww," Lorraine moaned as her orgasm crested.
"Shit!" Angelo groaned as his prick began to jump and spurt.
His cock filled her bowels with powerful, pumping squirts. It felt like she had a live animal up her ass. The walls of her crapper felt the heaving, pumping, hot creamy waves of come. Her twat spasmed madly, searching for something to fill it. She stuffed her fingers into it.
"Yeah," Angelo grunted as he felt her fingers against his jetting dick.
"Awwww," Lorraine groaned.
As she pumped her fingers in her cunt, she felt as if she was going to rip wide open from her crotch upward. Two cocks, two spurting cocks, would be better, she said to herself.
Angelo's prick gave a final heaving lurch, shrank a little, heaved again, and then faded some more. She knew that he was done. His cock drooled came as it faded in her ass. Her crapping muscles went into action, began to drive his cock out. Angelo clung to her tits. He kept his shriveling prick in her tail. It felt like she had a worm in her asshole. Then she crapped it out.
Lorraine slumped forward on the bed. His come on her strained asshole felt like ice. She was racked with shudders as her rectum slowly returned to normal. Her tits were bruised and sore from Angelo's hard grip. He was lying half on top of her, catching his breath.
She was thinking about what she had promised. Lying there with his semen burning her butt, she thought about what was still to come. He wasn't going to have to force her to kiss his ass and suck his fouled dick because she wanted to. She really wanted to lick his shitty prick and screw his asshole with her tongue.
Dragging herself to her knees, she hauled her dress down over her ass. Angelo lay on his face on the bed, his naked, hairy ass right in front of her. His legs were spread slightly. His cock and balls were framed by his hairy thighs.
"Get to your knees," Lorraine croaked, her mouth suddenly dry.
She was on her knees behind him. She hauled his butt into the air. His cock and nuts dangled obscenely as his ass waved in the air.
Reaching out, she spread his ass-cheeks, exposed the dark pucker of his asshole. It looked like the heart of a flower-a dusky rose. A wave of lust swept through Lorraine, burning away her shame. She leaned forward. Gently, she kissed one cheek of his ass, then the other.
His ass was incredibly soft.
She licked his hot flesh, closer and closer to the crack. Reaching the top of his crevice, she pursed her lips and kissed her way down toward his crotch. The crack grew deeper as she went. She jammed her face against his delectably soft ass-cheeks.