Chapter 11
"Gotcha!" Jim Bonina laughed as he grabbed the lovely nurse when she stepped into the supply room.
Della gasped and began to shudder. She twisted from his grasp and backed against the wall, her eyes wide in tenor. The orderly watched the heaving of her gorgeous tits. He leered at the way her skirt swirled about her legs. Then he saw the look on her face.
"Hey!" he protested, holding his arms up as though to show that he had no weapon to hurt her. "No offense, honey. I sure didn't mean to frighten you so."
Della fought back the tears which welled up behind her eyes. She sagged against the wall, her body going limp in the relief of recognizing that Jim was only being his horny, playful self.
Bonina saw her body going limp and stepped towards her. He got an arm around her and held her upright, then led her to the chair at the small desk. He eased her down into the chair and stood over her, staring in puzzled concern.
"What's the matter, Della?" he asked. "You're sure jumpy the last few days. Hell, I can't get near you. Just then you acted like I scared the pants off you. Shit, you used to knock the hell out of me and give me a good cussing. Suppose you tell me what's wrong."
The brunette looked up at him and swallowed the hot saliva in her throat. She couldn't tell him. She couldn't tell anyone. She didn't want to talk about it. She wanted to forget it ever happened. The only problem was that she couldn't forget it. Every time someone touched her, she felt the filthy hands of the rapists. Every time any man looked over her body, she remembered their leers and their remarks. She shuddered even now, just thinking about it.
"It's not anything," she tried to assure the orderly. "I'm sorry I didn't belt the shit out of you. I promise to next time. I just don't feel very well tonight."
"Nor the last few nights," Bonina insisted, not willing to let the matter drop. "Hell, you haven't given a therapeutic fuck all week."
"It's that time of the month, damn it," she lied to him.
The big orderly looked at her with a questioning gaze. He didn't believe it, but saw he would get nothing more out of her. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
"All right, all right," he agreed. "I'll leave it at that. Tell you what, though. I'll let you belt me if you let me grab hold of a tit for a minute."
"Get the hell out of here!" she screamed at him.
"That sounds more like my girl!" Jim laughed as he pretended to let her chase him from the supply room.
Della rose and finished gathering her supplies. She knew something would have to be done about her fears. She couldn't keep going like this. She had begun to despise herself and everyone around her. The nurse walked back out to her station, pondering the change in her attitude. She hated the crude foursome, yet she had not reported the rape. Somehow she felt that reporting it would be reporting herself. She would have to admit that she had participated in it, that she had enjoyed portions of it. She would have to admit to having successive orgasms.
The nurse flipped angrily through her charts. That was what she hated. That was it! She hated her body. Her body had been the reason, She had flaunted her tits and ass all over the park. The toughs had taken her up on her offer, only more roughly than she had expected.
The striking brunette swung down the hall and began her rounds of the patients on her floor. She ministered briskly and efficiently as she prepared them for the night. She fought back the impulse to glare at the several men who stared greedily at her lush curves. Damn it all anyway, why couldn't she have been two or three inches less across the tits? The tiny waist and full sweep of hips and ass were problems she hated carrying. Della determined to solve part of the problem. She convinced herself that she wanted to go on a food spree. She could add fifty or sixty pounds to her body and settle her problem.
Jim Bonina waited for her at the station. She swung up the hall and stepped crisply behind the nurse's desk. The orderly watched her with the same deep concern in his eyes. Della made notations on the charts and looked up sharply at him.
"Yes'? " she demanded haughtily.
"Look, honey," Jim explained, "I don't want to pry, but you're turning the happiest floor in this damn hospital into a prison atmosphere. I hadn't told you before, but I know for a fact that several of the doctors see to it that certain patients are put up here, patients that need your special treatment. They aren't getting it. They aren't even getting a soft pat on the cheek. You treat them like they're just so many pounds of flesh."
"You take care of your job and let me take care of mine!" she shot back at him. "Now, is there anything else you have to say? If not, get the hell out of my way."
The orderly stared at her a moment, then turned briskly and walked down the hall. Della stared at his departing form. Damn him anyway. Why shouldn't she treat the patients as she did? She gave them more humane treatment than she had received that day in the park.
She answered a patient's signal later that evening to find a young man twisting around in the bed, his face wearing an expression of disgust. She walked in the door and stepped to the side of the bed.
"You wanted me?" she asked.
The handsome man looked at her and swallowed with difficulty. His eyes flicked down over her tits and hips, then back up with a hint of guilt in them.
"I just can't sleep," he told her. "I don't know why. I just keep feeling depressed. I want to get well, but I don't really want to leave the hospital. There's nothing to go home to. All I'd do is work myself into another physical breakdown."
"You talk to your doctor about that," the nurse answered curtly. Her rudeness was her immediate response to the way the man's cock was swelling as he looked at her body. Della wanted to get out of the room as quickly as possible.
"I'll get you something," she told him as she left the room. The brunette stepped back up the hall and took the liberty of getting sleeping pills for him. She walked back to his room, scolding herself for the way she'd answered him. She had plenty of time to listen to his troubles. The rest of the floor was asleep.
"All right, now what seems to be the real problem?" she asked him as she returned. "I'll give you these only if you get that load off your chest."
The nurse sat and listened to his frustrations. His wife had left him, taking their only child and going across the country. As he talked, it became apparent that the poor fellow had developed deep doubts of his own sexual attraction. The girls who did act friendly toward him he saw as only interested in his ability to make money. What he needed, she knew, was a good fuck. He needed a warm pussy to tell him that he was good at it, but a pussy which made no lasting demand on him. He needed a cunt which delighted itself in the plunges of his cock, nothing else.
The lovely brunette girl reached over and touched him on the arm. She felt compassion. She wanted to answer his needs. She wanted to be Isis once more. She wanted desperately to hold him and reassure him. She ran her hand along his arm, then began to shudder at the memory. She saw the rising of his cock beneath the sheets and remembered the filthy cock Rod made her suck. Her ass began to tremble at the memory of Slim's sleek dick fucking it.
"What's the matter?" the patient asked as he saw the tenor which covered her face.
"Nothing," she lied, "really, it's nothing."
She sat back and stared at him, shaken by her own mixed emotions. Her tits heaved before his face, exciting him even more than her touch. He eyed her hungrily, realizing what she had been about to offer him.
"You rest, now," she told him. "I think I know what you need. Let me see if I can't find a solution for you."
Della stood and looked down at her confused patient. She smiled grimly and turned from him. Tears filled her own eyes as she left the room. She was failing him. He had nothing to do with the attack on her. None of the patients had anything to do with it. There was no need to deny them their treatment because of four hoodlums. Yet the nurse knew she would create only havoc if she were to try a fuck. She'd be sure to go into hysterics as soon as a cock came at her.
She had to find some solution. Mary! She could ask Mary to help. The chesty little blonde ought to be able to solve a few frustrations on this floor. Yes, tomorrow she'd talk to Mary.
Della walked up the hall, then paused at one of the doors. There was a chance, a slender chance that she might solve the problem tonight. Mrs. Holbeck was as frustrated as the man down the hall. If she could get the two together, the handsome black-haired man and the soft red-haired divorcee, they could solve both their problems. It would solve: another problem for Della as well. The redhead had looked like she wanted to attack the nurse in her frustration earlier in the evening.
Della opened the door' to see if Mrs. Holbeck might happen to be awake. She stepped into the room to discover the bed empty. The nurse stopped in Surprise, then swung out of the room and ran lightly down the hall to see if she might have gone to the patient's shower. As she ran, she noticed the door to the waiting room closed. The brunette stopped and placed her ear to the door. She heard light sounds from within. Softly, she cracked the door just a slight amount, enough to peek inside. The lights were off, but enough illumination came through the window to reveal the figures on a couch.
Jim Bonina had his hands inside Rita Holbeck's pajama top. Della watched the way he caressed the tits beneath the shimmering satin. She watched the expression of delight on the redhead's face. The woman tugged at the orderly's pants until she got his pants loose enough to bring out his rigid prick. She fingered the shaft adoringly, her head thrown back, her eyes closed in ecstasy and relief.
Delia debated interrupting them. No! Bonina had never interrupted her, even though he knew what was going on. The brunette turned to leave them to their therapeutic fuck, then turned back. She was drawn to the scene. She wanted to watch them screw. She wanted to see the effect of Jim's big prick on the horny redhead.
The orderly unbuttoned the top and brought the trembling tits into view. Rita had small tits, but they had the most luscious areolas the nurse had ever seen. The nipples lay on large pink, lacy areolas. Jim fingered over the lace, then tenderly kissed the tits. Della watched his cheeks and saw him begin to suck the delicious nipples. Rita reached inside his pants and fondled his balls while she continued to pump on his trembling cock.
"Mmmmmm," the woman groaned softly, lifting her face for the orderly to kiss her slowly and passionately. His hands cupped a heaving tit. He turned his body to help her stroke his cock more easily. One hand ran inside the pajama bottoms and toyed about the divorcee's pussy.
Della watched them gasp in the ecstasy of their mounting desire. The brunette leaned against the door and tried to calm her own rapid breathing. They were embracing so softly, so gently. Jim was handling the redhead with exquisite patience and care. He slid the pajamas off her hips and down her thighs. The deep, burnished brown of her beaver glistened in the light which entered the window from other wings of the hospital.
Bonina completed the disrobing of the redhead. He stood for a moment and removed his own white shirt and pants. His shirt followed while Della watched the bright eyes of the redhead watch him. Rita smiled her approval at the big cock which waved over her. She moistened her lips in anticipation and pulled the throbbing prick to her lips.
Della felt her knees shaking at the view of the girl kissing. the cock-head in such loving fashion. She ran the skin along the shaft and pulled at the rippling balls while she sucked softly on the pecker.
"Ooohhh," she moaned in delight as she gave a sudden deliciously strong suck. Jim's ass jerked with the excitement of her play. He drew the cock from her face and began to crawl over the woman as he pushed her down onto the couch. Della watched in sensuous fascination as he spread her legs and brought the cock into the glowing hair. She felt a lump in her throat and a tingling in her pussy as the prick began to push its way into the panting pussy beneath it. Della gasped and hugged her tits while Jim began to fuck the woman slowly and passionately.
"Uhhh!" he groaned in the shimmering pleasure which ran through his thrusting prick. "Uhhh. That's such a precious pussy."
"Ohhh, Jim," Rita sighed, "that is sooo delicious, sooo very delicious."
The brunette nurse fingered her own nipples as the woman wrapped her legs over the plunging body of the orderly. She gasped for breath as rapidly as though she were the body being fucked with such expert skill. She felt a pang of envy for the redhead and slipped one hand down to her crotch. She rubbed her trembling, tingling cunt as the fuck built steadily toward a soaring climax.
"Ummmm!" Rita moaned in delight. Her body twisted in ecstasy beneath the now rapidly driving ass of Bonina. Her own ass rotated rapidly about the great cock. She thrust her tits against the man's chest in sensuous circles, nipples stimulating nipples as she writhed and groaned in her delirious joy. "Fuck me!" she whispered loudly enough for the watching nurse to hear. "It's been so long, I'm ready to pop just having your cock in me. Fuck me, Jim! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like you've never fucked before."
The orderly's ass became a shimmering mass of rapid movement. He drove his cock deeper and harder into the woman. He clutched her tightly, a hand gathering in one heaving tit, his lips covering Rita's.
"Uhhh!" he panted as he rammed and jammed the maddened cock in the sucking, answering pussy. Della heard the soft slap of their bodies. She listened to the gentle slurping of cock through cunt. She felt her own juices flowing wildly through her pussy.
The fucking couple shook over the couch. Their bodies trembled ecstatically, shimmering in the pale light. They gasped and moaned and shook in wild delight. A series of powerful spasms racked them as they climaxed together.
"Sweet pussy!" Jim panted. "Sweet, sweet pussy!"
"Ohhh, God," Rita sighed. "That feels good, sooo good."
They shook in a final, monumental spasm, then held each other more gently while the big orderly fucked the redhead slowly and lovingly. He twisted his ass to give the panting pussy more sensation of friction, then gradually ended his exertions. He fell limply on the glowing body of the patient. Della watched the calm caresses she gave his shoulders. She watched the glow of relief and satisfaction on Rita's face.
The brunette nurse slipped from the door. She walked dazedly down the hall, checking the call light. Della paused at the man's door. She prayed that he had not taken the sleeping pills yet. She was ready to be fucked. Her pussy yearned for a cock. The scene had reminded her that a good fuck can be beautiful. It didn't have to be crude and dirty. She ached to have just such a screw.
The patient looked up as she came into the room. The lovely young nurse smiled at him. Tauntingly she began to remove her uniform. Sensuously she walked towards him, her luscious body nude and gleaming. Della cupped her tits at him and swayed her ass as she approached.
"Remember?" she asked. "I promised to find a solution for you."