When Westfield turned round again, he saw Christie on her knees with Fleming's hard cock deep in her throat. Westfield walked back across the room and handed Fleming his drink.
"Thanks," Fleming said. He thrust his cock deeper into Christie's mouth. "She's very good at this," Fleming said. "Be sure to give it a try."
Christie had no intention of wasting Fleming's first load of jism down her throat. There'd be plenty of time to drink all the cum she wanted to, later. What she needed at the moment was the feel of a stiff cock slamming in and out of her cunt.
Pulling her face out from between Fleming's legs, Christie smiled up at him, and then over at Westfield on the sofa. She saw the drinks in their hands and asked for her own. Without getting up off her knees, she leaned her head back and took a deep swallow of her drink. She could see traces of her lipstick on Fleming's cock. She held out her hand and he helped her rise to her feet. She handed him her drink. Unzipping bet dress, she slipped it off and draped it over a chair.
Westfield whistled his admiration. He stared with glittering eyes at the dark bush of her cunt-hair framed by her garter belt and nylons.
Her tits swayed back and forth like heavy cantaloupes as she pranced across the room on her high heels. She let them have a good look at the wobble of her asscheeks, and then called out to them over her shoulder.
"I think the bedroom would be more comfortable," she said. "I hope you don't mind."
She left them there. Moments later, she stretched out on Fleming's wide bed. She propped a pillow beneath her head and spread her legs apart. The pose wasn't exactly prim and proper, but neither was her mood – she needed hard fucking! The idea of making it with two men at the same time had her pussy quivering and her nipples tingling. Damn it, why don't they hurry! she thought.
In a moment, both Fleming and Westfield walked into the room. Both pairs of eyes traveled up from her feet to the dark cunt-bush between her legs. Fleming's eyes remained fixed on her hairy cunt. Westfield's gaze continued up across her flat stomach to the mounds of her cherry-tippled tits.
"Lovely," Westfield said.
Christie squirmed beneath the hot stares of the two men. She was thrilled at the way their eyes devoured every inch of her body. Her lips pulled back in a wanton smile. She slowly rotated her ass on the mattress. She raised her legs up in the air. They gazed transfixed at her sopping cunt. She reached down between her raised legs, smiled lewdly, and parted the folds of her pussy with her fingertips. Beads of cuntjuice glistened on her pubic hair.
"Jesus, what a cunt!" Westfield hissed.
Her fingers probing the moist heat of her pussy-gash, she watched them strip off their clothes. They climbed on the bed on either side of her body. Looking down, she watched her fingers pumping in and out of her cunt. Fleming's hand moved to the insides of her thighs. Westfield's fingers captured her right nipple. She raised her ass up off the bed as he twisted and pulled at her tit. The burning lust in his eyes sent a shiver racing through her belly. Westfield dug his fingers into the meat of her tit and raised it up to his lips. He began sucking and slurping at her long, dark nipple. Christie could feel the sharp edges of his teeth. Then Fleming's hand was between her thighs, joining her own on the mound of her cunt. Her head rocked from side to side as she felt his fingers seeking out the erect tip of her throbbing clit.
With a short grunt, Fleming climbed between her thighs and lowered his face to the steaming heat of her cunt. She moaned at the first touch of his tongue whipping her clit back and forth. He sucked and slurped at her cunt like a hungry puppy. Then, he pulled his face out from between her legs and climbed up to his knees. He licked the excess cunt-juice from his mouth. He positioned the head of his throbbing cock between her dripping cunt-lips. Christie raised up her ass and pressed her cunt against the fat knob of his cock. With a sharp thrust of his hips, Fleming rammed his swollen fuck-meat deep into the channel of her pussy gash. Christie vented soft moan as his cock began pumping in and out of her ravenous cunt.
Wrapping her legs around Fleming's waist, Christie forced him to roll over. Resting on his side, he continued fucking her with a steady rhythm. Christie reached behind her. Her fingers slipped into the crack of her ass. She pulled her asscheeks apart and looked over her shoulder. She smiled when she saw Westfield's gaze centered on her puckered asshole.
There was no need for either of them to say anything. Christie was offering her sweet little asshole – and Westfield was not about to refuse! Shifting his body forward, he pressed the tip of his cock into the deep crack of her ass.
Christie bit her lip as Westfield's cock-head pressed against the tight ring of her asshole. She held her asscheeks apart for him. She groaned as his cock-head suddenly snapped in. He lurched forward to drive his cock into the clutching grip of her asshole.
"Oh, Christ!" she hissed. "Fuck me!"
She tightened her ass-muscles on his cock. She had both men now, one cock in her cunt and the other reaming out her ass. She felt as through her body was stuffed with cock-meat right up to her throat! She felt skewered, gloriously impaled like a sacrificial animal.
As Westfield felt her muscles tightening around hit cock-shaft, massaging the throbbing meat of his cock, he fought to hold back his climax.
Fleming could feel the constriction of her cunt caused by Westfield's cock stretching her ass. He groaned and grunted in a delirium, holding on to her tits as if they were life preservers offered to a drowning man.
Her crotch aflame from the fucking of her two holes, Christie rocked back and forth from one slab of fuck-meat to the other. She slammed her body between the two thrusting cocks. She soon had both men convulsing past the point of no return, their swollen cocks spurting jet after jet hit jism into her fuckhole and asshole. Her eyes rolled back and she cried out her ecstasy.
Later, when she recovered her senses, she sat up and smiled at the two men lying there limp and exhausted. She squirmed out from between their bodies. She could feel sticky, thick jism running down the insides other thighs. She climbed to her knees, moved her legs apart, and held her hands at her waist. When the two men opened their eyes, they found themselves confronted by her jism-drenched crotch.
Fleming was the first to move his face forward and close his mouth over the cunt which he had just ravaged. He sucked and slurped at the mixture of his own jism and Christie's cunt-juice.
His eyes feverish as he watched his colleague grunting at the trough of the nurse's cunt, Westfield suddenly moved behind Christie and pressed his face between the cheeks of her ass.
Christie cupped her hands under her tits and moaned. She had the Hospital Director sucking jism out of her cunt-hole and the Chief Surgeon sucking jism out of her asshole. Her eyes glittering, she placed a hand on each head and urged them on.
"Suck me out!" she hissed. "Get it all out!"
Westfield mewled in response and pushed his long, wet tongue into the depths of her asshole. Christie groaned and tightened her ass-muscles. His tongue felt delicious. Using both hands, she pulled her asscheeks open to give him more room.
Fleming moved his mouth up to her clit and closed his lips over it.
Grunting at the luscious sensation of the two men slobbering at the dripping fountain of her crotch, Christie released her asscheeks to slap against Westfield's face, and moved her hands to her tits. She raised up her naked, sweaty tits. Bending her head forward, she wrapped her lips round a long, brown nipple. She sucked and chewed on her swollen teat. Pulling it out of her mouth, she moved her lips to the other nipple and gave it the sate treatment.
Westfield wanted a chance to suck her cunt. Fleming moved away and the surgeon crouched down between her legs and put his mouth on her pussy. He used his hands to lift her asscheeks. He slid his tongue deep in her cunthole, and at the same time he pushed a finger into the ring of her stretched, fucked-out asshole. Fleming sat beside her, playing with her tits and sucking her nipples.