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Wet Nurse
by Anonymous Author (address withheld)
***
The burn ward of the Intensive Care Unit is not the
kind of place most guys expect to get lucky. Nut
busting was certainly the last thing on my mind as the
doctors bandaged up my red, swollen arm. I felt
ridiculous explaining that my wife had tossed a
sizzling skillet of grits at my face, right before she
tossed me out. That's the price I pay for boning her
tattle-tale kid sister. (MF, oral, work)
***
Robin, my nurse, was a leggy brunette, with creamy jugs
that seemed to struggle for freedom from her white
uniform. I sprang wood each time she leaned in close
enough that I could whiff her musky perfume. However,
my enthusiasm wilted when each shake of Robin's ass was
accompanied by the prick of a six-inch needle. By the
time she led me behind a curtain for my second enema, I
decided the good nurse's special treatment had gone too
far.
"Is this shit really necessary?" I groaned, fighting
her efforts to bend me over the gurney. "Can't you see
enough of my bare ass through the little green robe?"
Robin's only response was to loudly snap on a pair of
rubber gloves. Her subsequent yank on my balls was as
exciting as it was alarming. I gasped when she began to
massage my hairy oysters.
"Keep it down," she growled. "You'll wake Mrs. Reucroft
out of her coma." I did my best to obey as Robin pulled
my meat from behind and swallowed the blood-engorged
head like a veiny thermometer. Her tongue tickled up my
shaft, sending shock waves of pleasure that overpowered
the painkillers. My wang leapt straight up into the
air. When I turned around to parade the nine-inch
salute across Robin's wide, red mouth, my massive hard-
on knocked off her little white hat. She was too busy
drooling to notice.
Gentle kisses to the underbelly of my white whale
followed. With a deep breath, Robin ingested the entire
length; then just as quickly spit out my rod, leaving
lipstick tracks all the way to the base. I returned the
favor by smearing the Max Factor mess on her cheeks,
like a kid with his dick in the finger paints. Robin
appreciated my artistic attempts enough to lift her
skirt and offer her splayed pussy as my next canvas.
I laid her curvaceous, 5-11 frame on a nearby bed and
plunged shvantz-first between Robin's quivering thighs.
Immediately, her eyes rolled back in her head,
accompanied by the kind of shriek that comes from a hot
piece of ass who hasn't even diddled a candy-stripe
girl in months. The violent arch of Robin's back was
like an orgasmic standing ovation. I plunged in and out
of Robin's canal with sweaty urgency, driving her
squeals to a pitch that only dogs could hear. That's
when I recognized the rhythmic beeping of a heart-rate
monitor.
"Oh, my God," I gasped, still ravaging Robin's fish
hole. "We're screwing on top of Mrs. Reucroft!" The
stethoscope-wielding slut was too fuck silly to concern
herself with the Hippocratic oath.
"Who cares?" howled Robin, grinding her ass furiously
enough to mash my nuts. "If the bitch were conscious,
she'd love it!" I wasn't going to argue for a second
opinion; after all, there did seem to be a smile on the
old lady's comatose lips. Truth be told, Mrs. Reucroft
wasn't bad for a vegetable. She resembled Ann-Margret
with bigger hoots, which bounced out from under the
hospital sheets each time Robin bucked her butt. Soon I
was paying more attention to Mrs. Reucroft's mature,
milky sacks and massive areolas than I was to Robin.
Somehow I had to wake this sexy invalid; maybe Mrs.
Reucroft would be so grateful, I could score her phone
number.
Using every ounce of strength in my bandaged arm, I
scooped up Robin's muscular legs, banging her ankles
against the sides of Mrs. Reucroft's head in the
process. My manhood plunged to such briny depths, I
feared the bends with each withdrawal. Robin, now
nearly in a naked handstand, somehow met my every
impalement with an equally forceful lunge of her loins,
and animal grunting.
"Harder, you dirty bastard," Robin spit through
clenched teeth. "Fuck me hard enough to raise the
dead!" After a few more firm strokes, she was speaking
in tongues. I jammed my own tongue into Robin's mouth
to quell the incoherent babbling, and was rewarded by
the tear of her sharp teeth. Thank God the pulsing
throb of her spasmodic vage distracted me from the
intense pain of Robin's bite.
"So Florence Nightingale likes to play rough," I said
as fiercely as possible with my impaired speech. Before
Robin could reply, I uncorked her hole and flipped the
thermometer jockey onto her flat belly. My good hand
pried open her rectum as I fumbled to whip the sheets
off Mrs. Reucroft. The change of life had been kind to
this foxy lady; her voluptuous bod and peek of red
pubes gave my member the extra stiffness necessary to
penetrate Robin's sphincters. The butt-plugged nurse
forced herself up on all fours and eased back,
stretching her bung to the breaking point. I slowly
swung my hips, building up to the ramming speed that
would force a flood of jism into Robin's colon.
The inevitable climax was delayed, however, when Robin
burrowed her head between Mrs. Reucroft's lifeless
legs, and noisily slurped at the poor, unsuspecting
woman's snatch! Licking a comatose patient's pussy was
going too far, even by my standards.
I barked, "Do you have any idea how much trouble you
could get us into?" Even though I was red with moral
indignation, the pistoning of Robin's seat meat against
my crotch was dredging up a splooge deluge of
cataclysmic proportions. Much to my amazement, Mrs.
Reucroft sat straight up in bed and yanked Robin's mane
back in the direction of her squack.
"There'll be trouble, all right," croaked Mrs. Reucroft
through a matronly smile. "If you don't keep eating me
out, I might sue you for malpractice!" Robin
frantically mouthed the pink cunt folds as if
administering the kiss of life. When Mrs. Reucroft
caught an eyeful of my big johnson sinking into Robin's
bum, she licked her lips with a hunger that the shitty
hospital food couldn't satisfy. I practically leap-
frogged over Robin to give her recovering patient a
taste of meat-straight from the can.
"Mmm. It's been so long since my husband could even get
it up," Mrs. Reucroft rhapsodized between mouthfuls.
She gobbled my balls and jacked me off with the
expertise of a seasoned old cocksucker, only stopping
momentarily to guide Robin's tongue back to her love
button. This three-way was like the fulfillment of
every kinky act I'd ever read about in HUSTLER-except
one.
"Mrs. Reucroft," I began sheepishly. "Do you suppose I
could talk you into giving me a gumjob?" When she
promptly pulled out her false choppers and still had an
even sexier face than the one buried in her muff, I
knew I had finally discovered the older woman of my
dreams. The sensation of sliding my rod into that
perfectly smooth, warm cavity was like nothing I've
ever experienced. I almost lost my footing and fell
onto the bed, but felt myself steadied from behind by
Robin, who was orally exploring my enema-clean shitter.
Mrs. Reucroft's mouth worked like an old-time Hoover
vacuum cleaner on full blast; even when her head was
perfectly still, I could feel the muscles in the back
of her throat pulling at me with nad-churning force.
Finally, I grabbed her by the head-gently, so as not to
break anything-and fucked Mrs. Reucroft's toothless
face like the world's biggest, red-haired pussy. I
dropped my load with a sigh of relief.
Unfortunately, Mrs. Reucroft hadn't even worked her way
up to swallowing chicken soup, let alone a torrential
gush of salty semen. She gagged and coughed out my
cock, which continued to spray sperm like an out-of-
control garden hose. Robin took her face out of my ass
long enough to panic.
"Oh, no," she cried. "You're not getting jizz all over
these sheets after I just had them washed. It's
unsanitary!" Instinctively, she milked my pud into a
nearby bedpan, then licked it clean in a cum-drunk
frenzy.
Two days later I received a bill for $25,000. I hope my
health insurance covers "felching."
End
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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