Chapter 12
Her tits pulsed beneath the play of his hands. He cupped the heaving tits as though they were the most precious things in the world. Della sat across his legs and turned her face to him. His lips covered her own. His tongue ran over their shimmering softness, then plunged into her mouth. He began to suck against her, drawing on the emotion she had built up watching the orderly fuck the red-haired patient. Della's cunt was already moist from the flowing juice. Her nipples were already tingling. He felt their firmness and rolled her backwards onto the bed. His legs came out from beneath her. He held the kiss and began to move his body on top of the soft body of the girl.
"Ummmm" he mumbled as he moved a hand down to stroke along her thighs. Della shivered at his touch, then began to feel apprehension as he brushed against her beaver. Her breath caught when his hand touched the soft cunt-lips. Her body stiffened in fear at the feel of his hot prick at the door of her pussy. "Uhhh!" she grunted as she twisted beneath him, struggling to get free of his embrace.
"No way!" he whispered into her ear. "Don't think you can back out on me now. You got me all steamed up and I'm not about to let you go. You promised this fuck and I plan to have it."
He pinned the struggling girl against the bed and rammed his cock past the trembling cunt-lips. The big knob played around her slit. Despite herself, Della felt the pangs of desire run through her pussy. She wanted to be free of him and, at the same time, she ached to have the cock ram on into her cunt and began to fuck in earnest.
"Ahhhh!" he exclaimed as he shoved his burning prick-shaft deeply into her fuck-passage. He held it there a moment, then began to fuck in slow, deep thrusts. Della fought back her terror. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and tried to picture the scene of Jim and Rita. Slowly she accepted the drives of the prick. Slowly she recovered her desire to be fucked. She slowly began to pulse with him. Her cunt-walls sucked against the prick. Her ass waved across the bed to taunt him to greater exertion. She arched her tits at him. She pressed a boob into his adoring hand and rolled it against the palm.
"Ummmm," she began to hum in her rekindled pleasure.
"That's. better," he murmured. His cock seemed to swell inside her hole. His balls slapped against her ass. His hand mashed her tit while the other reached beneath her and teased her active ass.
"Ummmm," she hummed louder and happier as she began to accept and thrill to the presence of his cock. She hunched herself against him and twisted the rearing prick within her cunt. She pulled his face back to her own and ravished his mouth with her tongue.
"Ahhh!" he sighed under her passionate play. He burrowed his groin tighter into her thighs and flicked deeper with each thrust of his prick.
Della had lost her fear completely. Her only sensations were those of throbbing tits and pulsing pussy. She hung onto him as he fucked her. She clutched at him as he drove more fiercely at her. She sucked his cock with her cunt as it exploded into delicious spasms. She rocked him and taunted him and caressed him toward his climax.
He fucked into her cunt. As soon as her pussy began to boil over with its orgasm, he joined her. His cock swelled and pounded her. His hands adored and mauled her. He sucked her mouth, drawing her breath from her. He poured his own life into her panting cunt. They fucked wildly, roughly, then lay quietly together.
"You're good, you know," she told him. "No need to think a girl wouldn't want to fuck you just to have a good screw."
Della sipped her coffee in silence. She sat in the hospital coffee shop after completing her shift. Her cunt still glowed with pleasure from the fuck. She sighed softly, tits heaving happily beneath her uniform. She had passed her crisis, she hoped. At least she had managed one good screw.
A moment of tenor had returned when he ran his cock against her pussy. She had fought for a moment. He would not be denied and forced his way into her as she struggled beneath him. Once into her, she submitted to his plunging cock. More than merely submitted, she smiled, she had responded. She was part of the way back anyway. If she could get past that last hurdle, she'd have it made. If she could remove the moment of panic, she would be satisfied.
If, if, if, she thought in disgust. She began to call herself a fool. She had been willing to try the fuck because of watching Jim screw Rita. She could not call the orderly up every time she had a patient in need of special attention.
The brunette shoved her coffee back in disgust and determination. She could do it! She knew she could do it! She didn't need anyone's help. Hell, she insisted to herself, she had even cared about the little hoodlum, Jimbo, in the midst of the rape. There was nothing wrong with her that she couldn't cure herself. Damn it! She would make herself whip this. She would fuck until it became second nature to her.
Della rose abruptly. She walked through the coffee shop and out into the hall. As she came through the lobby on her way home, she spotted a vaguely familiar man standing against the wall, his shoulders stooping as he stood alone and dejected. The brunette tried to place him. Her brow furrowed with concentration. She studied the man. She recognized the lean, muscular body and the wild brown hair. She could even recall his name. Edmund something. She walked over to him and greeted him.
"Hi," he replied, his face breaking into an honest smile. "You're Miss Mahan, aren't you?"
She remembered him as soon as she heard his voice. Edmund Lambert had eaten breakfast with her and some of the other nurses a few weeks back when his wife was in the hospital. Della recalled hearing that she had died as a result of the injuries from an automobile accident. She smiled back and admitted to her name.
"I'll bet you missed us so much you just had to come back," she laughed.
"Waiting for the office to open so I could settle the insurance," he explained. "Still, it is good to see you."
"Adjusting to life alone?" she inquired.
"Not really," Edmund answered, averting her gaze.
Della noticed the pain that flashed across his face. She reached out and touched his arm affectionately. He looked back at her and smiled shyly. His need became apparent to the lovely brunette. Ed needed a woman. Della was certain. He needed a woman just as surely as she was looking for a man to prove her own capacity with.
"Bet you haven't had a good breakfast yet today," she smiled warmly. "There, the office is opening now. Go ahead and get everything settled with them. I'll wait for you. You're going home with me for a good meal."
She turned him and pointed him towards the office. She pressed a luscious tit against his arm and gently prodded him. He looked back at her as he entered. She had her body posed, tits and ass thrust out for his inspection. She had no doubt that he'd accompany her to her apartment.
He completed his tasks and fell completely into her plan. His car followed hers from the hospital. He walked with her along the walk to the door. He stepped inside with her. Ed sat quietly, chatting idly while she prepared a breakfast.
"So," he concluded the account of his loneliness, "that's where I am."
He had confessed to more than sexual frustration. He was afraid that he was unable to perform in bed. Every time he thought of looking for a woman he saw his wife's face. He was sure that he'd be unable to fuck anyone for remembering her.
"That's because you're thinking of no particular woman," Della suggested. She walked back into the living room and sat beside him. She stroked his thigh softly and leaned a tit against his arm. She saw his eyes rest on the deep cleavage in the robe she had slipped into. She let the robe fall away from one leg and thigh as she sat beside him.
"Don't rush it," she advised. "Just let things happen. When you're horny enough for a particular girl, you won't see anything but her."
She inhaled deeply to let her tits swell against the thin nylon. Ed watched her nipples outline themselves through the robe. He swallowed noisily and nodded. She drew him to his feet and led him to the small table. They ate rapidly, then took coffee back into the living room. The robe had worked itself open enough to show one tit almost to the nipple. The full softness of her thigh was visible through the dramatic slit in the long skirt. Della stretched her leg sensuously before him.
"You see that as a leg, don't you?" she asked. "You see Della's leg, not your wife's. These are Della's tits you've been staring at."
Ed looked at her face as she came towards him. He thought of no one but the beautiful brunette as he took her in his arms. He had no thought of anyone, but the luscious young nurse as his lips closed over hers. He knew no woman except the pulsing bundle of curves in his arms.
"Ummmm," Della sighed contentedly. She offered her tits up to his exploring hands. She opened her thighs for his other arm to reach between and caress about her soft cunt. She lay back against the couch as he kissed and caressed and explored over her trembling body.
"You're beautiful," he gasped. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. These breasts, these legs, your thighs, your hips are all so soft and lovely."
"So enjoy," the nurse smiled up. "If you see something that pleases you, enjoy it."
Ed drew her robe open and stared in adoration at the beauty of her heaving tits. He smiled admiringly at the tiny waist. He gulped at the swell of her hips and the luscious V of her groin. He reached a hand for the tits and began to cuddle the fantastic jugs. His other hand fingered through the soft hair on her cunt. He caressed the lips, then eased a finger inside her pussy.
"Ooohhh," the brunette sighed delightedly as he toyed with her clit. He worked her lovingly until her body sang with anticipation. Delicious thrills ran frantically through her body, inflaming her cunt and tingling over her tits. Della twisted in pleasure against the back of the couch, then allowed him to press her downward onto the couch. She lay softly, seductively before him. Her body shimmered in the morning sunlight as he stood and removed his clothing. She throbbed lightly as he returned to the couch and began to kiss along her lovely thighs.
"I love your thighs," he sighed as his lips moved over the trembling skin. Della twisted sensuously beneath the play of' his lips as he moved slowly nearer her pulsing pussy. His lips teased and taunted until she wanted to grasp his head and force those maddening lips over her cunt. She lay back and fought to remain calm, to let him take his time, This was his therapy, she had to caution herself, not her own.
"Oooohhhh, Godddd!" she shivered as he finally reached her cunt. She shook wildly as he kissed the glowing lips of her cunt. She twisted madly as his tongue eased between the lips and caught her clit, lapping it into a frantic button of exploding desire.
"Innnn meeee!" she pleaded as she turned and twisted. "I want your cock in me!"
Ed smiled up at her. His lips returned to her pussy for a moment, then slowly kissed their way up over her mound and on to her navel. The brunette watched his brown hair as his head came slowly and sensuously upward. His lips moved up beneath her tits. Della gritted her teeth to control the ecstatic delight as his hands began to caress her hips and ass. His lips came between her tits, slowly moving from one to the other until the globes were fluttering in insane passion.
"Eeeee!" she cried, twisting and turning, thrusting her tits at the maddening lips, raking her nipples over his magic tongue.
He brought his hips upward and forced his cock against her pussy. Della felt no temptation to scream. There was not the slightest impulse of tenor. Her cunt sucked the magnificent cock into itself, its pulsing walls closing ecstatically over the long shaft. He ran it slowly along the panting passageway, weaving from side to side and sending shivers of erotic fire through her.
"You're so soft," he muttered, "so soft and sweet, so luscious. I've never felt such a satin cunt around my prick."
She suddenly realized that she'd taken the cock without a whimper of tenor. Hell, she'd have been willing to choke the man had he waited much longer getting that lovely tool into her steaming pussy. The realization heightened her mounting passion. Her hips began to sway her cunt about the slowly pulsing pecker. She moved her ass more rapidly. She spun her ass wildly, pussy sucking madly on the delicious prick.
"Ahhh!" she cried. "Fuck me, Ed! That's the most delicious cock I ever felt in me. Fuck me with it! I want it to explore every inch of me. I want it to fill me and explode me when it shoots into me. Ahhhh!"
The young man trembled at the words of the gorgeous woman. His erotic impulses thrust his cock as wildly as she twisted beneath him. He felt the added thrill of being able to fuck without picturing his dead wife. He was free!
"AGGGGHHH!" he shouted in exultation. He was free! He was only aware of the loveliness beneath him. He only experienced the softness of Della's pussy, the luscious firmness of her tits. He covered her lips with his and tasted of her devouring passion. He sucked the honey of her saliva, his tongue lapping deliriously about hers.
"I'm there!" Della shrieked as her cunt exploded. "God, I'm there! I'm bursting! I'm cumming like crazy! Shoot it, Ed! Shoot your jizz!"
Ed rode her as she bucked and twisted erotically. He kept fucking harder and harder as she writhed and thrashed over the couch. He fucked deeper and deeper as she caught his ass with her legs and hung panting to his rampant body.
"Uhhhh!" she heard him groan loudly. "Here I come! I'm filling that precious cunt. I'm exploding in you. Ohhhh! You're magnificent! You're beautiful! You're sweet, the sweetest ever!"
Della felt her teeth rattle from the force of his orgasm. She felt her body explode from the power with which he discharged. She leaped into a deeper orgasm of her own at the gushing sperm which warmed her throbbing cunt. She shook caught up in uncontrollable spasms of erotic splendor. She felt the room whirling, the couch soaring. She shook over the fantastic cock as they rode their wild climax.
"Damn!" Ed commented as they lay limply sprawled about the couch. "I never had anything like that in my life."
The lovely brunette looked mistily at him. Her dreamy eyes glowed over at him. She had solved his problem for him. He knew he could fuck without having to mourn his dead wife. That sure wasn't mourning they had just experienced. She patted his cock as she glowed with her own accomplisliment. There had been no terror. There had been no fear. There had been no memory.
They had fucked for the sake of the fuck. Only that. There had been no deeper, hidden meaning. They were healthy. The brunette lay over against his hips, her hands toying gently with his resting pecker. She inhaled deeply and enjoyed watching her tits swell against her chest.