Reaching back under herself, she slipped two fingers into her cunt and began rolling her clit against her pubic bone. She nibbled lower, fastened her lips on his wrinkled anus. For a minute, all she did was work her lips against his bottom-like a girl shyly giving her first kiss. Her nose jammed into the crack of his ass. His cock and balls dangled against her chin.
Hesitantly, she probed with her tongue, felt the funnel-shaped hole of his ass. The tip of her tongue touched his clenched asshole. She felt his muscle spasm against the threatened invasion.
She probed hard with her tongue. He resisted. She pushed harder. She twisted her tongue-tip this way and that. Slowly, she forced the tip of her tongue into his asshole. She wormed her tongue-tip slowly deeper and deeper into the youth's asshole.
She felt his pecker slowly hardening with lust. When she finished with his asshole, his cock would be fully erect, ready to plunge down her throat.
She pumped her fingers in her cunt. Then, reaching back an inch, she found her asshole. It was still slimy with Angelo's come. She twisted her finger into her rectum. She wished she had a cock there and a cock in her cunt.
Her forehead scraped against his ass as she struggled to get her tongue as far into his ass as she possibly could. Reaching between his thighs, she wrapped her hand around his sticky, greasy cock. She tugged on it as she reamed his asshole with her tongue.
She was coming again. She was telling herself what she was doing, telling herself she was kissing ass. Her coming got hotter and better. She stained her tongue into his depths.
Then her coming faded and she fell away from his ass. She shuddered.
"Jesus!" Angelo muttered. "Jesus!"
Lorraine began to shiver uncontrollably as she caught her breath. She tried to ignore the stench on her face, on her lips, in her mouth. She had never had an orgasm like that before in her life. She wondered if she would ever have one like it again.
Angelo turned on her as she lay there and waved his loaded cock in her face. "You aren't done yet, you know."
"I know," she said huskily. There was a hot core of lust in her guts that kept driving her on and on and on. She stared up at the prick hanging above her. Reaching up, she grasped the blunt, hot, dirty cock and pulled it toward her mouth.
Angelo leaned forward, let her draw his prick toward her face. He rested one hand on the bed beside her hip and looked down under his body at her. His head was over her crotch.
Hopefully, she drew her knees up, spread her legs, presented her dripping twat to his face.
"Please, eat me," she begged. "Please, eat me!"
Angelo grinned. Then his hot mouth fastened on her hairy twat.
Her lips closed around his shitty prick. She tasted grease and shit and come.
His tongue rammed deep into her cunt. His hips thrust up, fucked his cock clear to her throat. He began to fuck her mouth, totally disregarding her gagging. He chewed on her pussy.
His cock pistoned in her mouth, while his tongue pistoned in her cunt. She began to come again. She twisted her head, opened her throat, tried to take more of his prick. Her hips bucked and heaved against his eating mouth. He spread her ass checks.
She clutched his bobbing ass as he fucked her mouth. His balls were bumping her nose with every thrust. Then they began to draw up and up.
She knew he was about to blast her throat with semen.
His cock erupted for the third time that day, the second time that night, and she thought she was going to drown in jism. Thick, hot, creamy spurts flooded her throat, poured down to her stomach. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed.
She scissored her nylon-clad legs around his head, clamped his mouth to her cunt. She wrapped herself around him like an octopus as her come obliterated her consciousness.
She didn't come to until she began to choke. She sputtered around his meat, struggled to get air into her lungs. She licked his prick clean as it shriveled. Then he tumbled away from her and lay beside her with his head on her hip.
When she tried to stand, her legs felt rubbery and gave way for a moment. Her white uniform fell into place.
She helped Angelo back under the covers and tucked him in. Briskly, she washed his face, then her own, and rinsed her mouth out.
"Thanks," Angelo whispered.
She looked down at him. "Consider it a farewell present," she said.
"Oh?" His eyes flickered open and she realized he was almost asleep.
"You don't need me any more," she noted. "You can make it on your own from here."
"Yeah, but still."
"No more, Angelo," she insisted.
They had done it all. She had taught him and learned from him.
He was snoring softly as she left.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Lorraine wondered how she could feel happy at such awful news. Jimmy's readmission could mean only one thing-he was worse.
But the sickening reality was, after she heard he was coming back, she felt a surge of anticipation and pleasure. The memory of his cock driving into her ass as she sucked Angelo's cock was still burning fresh in her mind, many months later.
Angelo had been sent home, and she had kept her lust tightly controlled since then. The dust from Dr. Stern's scandal had settled, but she hadn't had a good opportunity since her ass-kissing episode with Angelo.
Jimmy's return instantly triggered a searing flame in her cunt. That slim, hairless body was available again, that wonderful, slender prick could ram her guts one more time, flood her with hot jism.
"Jimmy's in with a boy who lost a leg to bone cancer. He's about to have another amputation," another nurse said, going off duty.
"Oh? He's new, too," Lorraine observed.
"Uh-huh. He's probably terminal, too. He's the same age as Jimmy. Such a tragedy."
"Yes," Lorraine agreed. She was remembering how she had gotten involved with Jimmy in the first place. Why shouldn't the new boy get to have a little fun before he died?
"Well, that's it, I'm gone," the nurse said, picking up her purse. "Give 'em the usual tender loving care.
"I will," Lorraine managed.. She sat down and considered the situation.
An hour later she was baring her mature, lush, womanly body. Jimmy was lying on his back, naked. He had his throbbing hard-on gripped in one hand.
Down to her stockings and garter belt, Lorraine put one foot on his bed and rolled her stocking down. The pose gave him a perfect view of her black bush. She felt his eyes zero in on her hot cunt.
Once free of her stockings, she unhooked her garter belt and tossed it aside. She stood in front of Jimmy and spread her legs slightly. She ran her hands up and down her naked body. Cupping her tits, she lifted the heavy, warm masses. She stroked her thumbs over her nipples.
Jimmy stared hungrily at her. Dipping her head, she tongued her nipples, made them hot.
Arching her back, she massaged her tits. Her pussy oozing with lust, she let her hips roll and thrust, rocked her naked twat toward the boy. She was a woman, a horny, ready woman, presenting herself to her favorite stud. Turning her back, she rolled her ass at him, then bent forward. Clutching her buttocks, she dragged them apart, showed him her asshole. She felt like an animal, and she loved it.
Jimmy was sweating. A thick heavy clear blob of pre-come quivered at the tip of his rigid prick, then oozed slowly down to where his fingers encircled the tower. His hand moved, smeared the clear juice over his meat, made a sticky sound.
Raising one foot to the bed again, Lorraine slid a finger up into her cunt. Slowly, she moved it in and out of her slippery, velvety tunnel.
Jimmy watched as she languidly finger-fucked herself Spreading her cunt-lips, she toyed with her clit. Her hips began to roll and twist with arousal.
Jimmy was jacking himself off with youthful abandon. His hand moved up and down the ivory column of his cock. The skin of his prick slid over the steel-hard core. Sticky strands of pre-come coated his fingers as his hand moved up and down, up and down.