Chapter 2
Della Mahan walked rapidly back to the nurses' station at the end of her two-o'clock rounds. She stood trimly as she made the necessary notations on her charts, then leaned against the desk to relax. She was still excited by the afternoon's memory of her affair with Ben Smythe. It seemed so long ago to the twenty-three-year-old nurse. It seemed ages since that afternoon when the handsome intern had taken her cherry. It seemed centuries since all those other afternoons and evenings they spent cuddled in his bed. She was not even sure where the doctor was now. So why did her cunt get wet just remembering about him?
She drew a deep breath. Her fabulous tits strained against her blouse. She absentmindedly cupped the full jugs in her hands. They still retained as much firmness as they had when Ben went ape over them. They had not sagged. Neither had her tummy taken on any bulge. Her ass protruded just as temptingly behind her. Her hips and thighs were just as lithe and solid as ever.
Della caught her reflection in a window and studied her appearance. Her jet-black hair flowed over a shoulder, emphasizing the width between her large brown eyes. Her golden skin shone against the starched white uniform. No wonder she had such trouble with the orderlies. Small wonder she had been forced to threaten Jim Bonina earlier.
Jim had caught her unawares as she swung into the supply room. His arms were about her, hands grappling eagerly about her tits, swelling cock hot against her ass. "Damn, what a hell of a body you've got!" he breathed into her ear as he hugged her roughly against himself.
"Go to hell!" she hissed, kicking her heel back against his shin and feeling satisfaction as he relaxed his grip. She turned and brought her knee upward sharply, catching him full in the balls.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded as he bent over in pain. "You try that one more time when I'm on duty and I'll report you."
"Why does such a good-looking broad have to be such a bitch?" Jim asked. "Della, I've had an aching prick ever since you started working night duty. You aren't that much of a puritan. I can see that in the way you swing your ass and strut those tits. I can tell that from the way you look at a man. You're no tender little virgin. You know what a fuck is. Hell, I'll bet you like cock as much as I like pussy. So how come all this hands off?"
Della fixed a burning stare on him. The stupid oaf. If he didn't know any more than this, he'd sure be a poor partner in bed. Any man who knew only to grab it or beg for it would pop his wad as soon as he got his cock in a girl's cunt.
"Get lost!" she insisted. "I'm not about to lose my job because some stupid orderly can't keep his hands to himself"
"Okay," he agreed. "Just let me know when you get ready. I'll be available anytime."
She glared at him as he turned and walked out of the room. She got back to her duties, trying to make up the time lost brushing him away. She stood now at the station, feeling just the least bit sorry she had been so rough on him. She could remember the feel of his cock against the sensitive skin of her ass. Her tits could still heave in delight from the presence of his hands. One of these nights she would make it all up to the orderly. One of these nights she would invite him to spend their day off with her. For now, she had work to do.
She held the chart of the old man in 732. Mr. Simmons had been awfully sad when she was by earlier. Actually, there had been tears in his eyes. "Nobody cares whether I ever leave here or not," he told her when she tried to cheer him. "I don't even care myself I'll just go back home and sit there all day watching TV. No one's going to come by. I get more feeling of belonging here than I do at home."
She tried to comfort the old fellow but knew that words were not enough, not nearly enough. That was why she was going back to 732. Mr. Simmons could do with some extra care.
She opened his door quietly and tip-toed inside the room. The luscious nurse walked to the bed and looked down to see if the old man had fallen into a sound sleep. She smiled to note that he was still awake. Oh, he was pretending to be asleep for fear she might fuss at him. She could see the quiver of his eyelid as he tried to peep at her without giving himself away.
"You, old fake," she laughed to him softly as she sat on the edge of his bed. "Do you really think I believe you're asleep?"
He opened one eye, then the other. He laughed suddenly in response to her teasing. "Turn over," she commanded curtly. "I've got a secret way of getting you relaxed. Get out of those pajamas and turn over. Let me give you a good rub-down. I think we can take care of some of your tension."
He obeyed, letting her begin to massage his back and shoulders with her practiced hands. Della worked his skin firmly but gently. She stood beside him and leaned so that her tits brushed against him as she worked. Gradually her hands dropped lower, working about the cheeks of his ass, then slipping inside his thighs. She caressed his thighs in wide circles, brushing her hands against his cock as she swirled them. The brunette nurse watched the veins along his temples for any sign that she was beginning to excite the little old man. She worked at his thighs until she saw the veins stand out. She smiled, watching the muscles tense in his ass and observing the spasms of excitement that rippled through him.
Della let her tits rest against his naked ass while she leaned down to massage farther along his legs and his ankles. She brought her hands back up and played lightly along his thighs for a few more minutes before slapping him affectionately on the ass.
"Okay," she told him, "turn over and let's get to the other side.
Mr. Simmons hesitated. The girl smiled, knowing why he was so reluctant. She tapped him on the ass again. This time she let her hand drop around the cheeks of his ass and brush against his balls.
"Oh, come on," she teased. "You think I've never seen one before?"
"It isn't t-that," he stammered.
"So you're excited," she reassured him. "You think I'm going to faint or something? Come on, Mr. Simmons, I ceased being a virgin years ago. A hard cock isn't going to scare me" She caught him by the shoulder and helped him turn over onto his back. She looked at the erect prick and smiled suggestively at the old man to assure him that he should feel no embarrassment.
Della reached down and began to massage across his shoulders and chest. Her eyes kept meeting his and giving a provocative twinkle. The prick kept its hardness as her hands came down his chest, playing with his nipples, then worked briskly on his waist.
She wriggled her nose at him when she caught him staring down the open top of her uniform. Her tits swelled with the excitement of being admired. The girl twisted her body as she worked, to give an additional bounce to the luscious globes which poured over the top of her bra. Poor old guy had probably long since given up hope of seeing any to match hers again in his lifetime.
She moved her hands down to his hips, then in towards his groin. Her arms brushed against his swinging prick. She massaged his thighs just below his cock and let her hands caress up into his balls. Simmons' cock glowed with excitement. He gasped for breath as he watched the sway of her tits and ass. Della smiled brilliantly at him to let him know she was enjoying it all as much as he.
"One part of you isn't very old and decrepit," she teased. "I'll bet it would do anything a young man could do, just better."
"You really think so?" Simmons asked in a cracking voice.
"Don't you?" the luscious brunette taunted, her fingers moving against his bails.
"Sure like to find out," the old man commented.
The girl took his cock in both hands and began to caress the skin along the shaft. She leaned down and kissed the sweating knob. She held it against her cheek, then placed it upon her tits.
Simmons reached his arm around the nurse and grasped her by the ass. His fingers played with the firm flesh of her hips and thighs. The prick trembled with his excitement at her play, at the closeness of her tits, at the softness of her lips.
"God, how I'd like to find out," he repeated.
Della leaned up to his face and kissed him on his lips. She kissed him firmly while her mammoth knockers rested against his chest. His hands came towards her and pressed against her cunt, sending erotic chills up and down her body.
"Sure you won't turn chicken on me?" she asked, letting her tits brush across his lips.
"No way!" he promised.
Della slipped to the door and checked the hallway. Satisfied that no other patient was in need of her, she removed her nurse's blouse and slacks as she returned to his bed. She stood in the soft light for his inspection. She turned around before him, then sensuously reached back and unsnapped her bra, She tossed the sparkling white garment aside carelessly as her golden tits sprang free from their confinement. The brunette cupped her big jugs for her approving audience. She pressed them upward and out for him, then let them stand alone while she caught her whisper-thin panties at the waist and began slipping them over her lush thighs. Her full bush of black pussy hair shimmered around the soft pink lips of her cunt. Della inhaled deeply and deliciously, letting her body show its breathtaking beauty beneath the singe small light.
"I've never seen anyone so lovely," Simmons whispered from the bed. "I'm past seventy, and I've seen an awful lot of tit and pussy. You're beyond anything I've ever seen.
Della walked slowly to the bed and kissed him once more. She held her lips against his, welcoming his tongue into her mouth while she crawled onto the bed. His hands came eagerly around her. He covered a tit with one, her cunt with the other. The girl reached for his cock as she slipped her body alongside his in the narrow bed. The pecker snapped to life at her touch. She caressed it lovingly, fingering over the head, then moved the skin along the shaft.
She imagined herself the goddess of life. She was life itself. She was Isis, bringing forth life from the dead. She was that goddess from ancient Egypt, raising the prick of a dead man to spurt forth its new life into her. She toyed with the old man's prick. She teased it. She taunted it while he explored her swelling tits with trembling hands.
The brunette nurse moved on top of him and brought her tits down, out of his hands, to rest around his rod. Della smiled up at his unbelieving eyes as she covered his tool with her firm jugs. The heat from the vibrating prick warmed her pulsing tits. Della pressed them harder around the cock and began to move back and forth along it. She felt Simmons tense throughout his body from the maddening sensation. She laughed at him and with him as she increased the tempo with which she tit-fucked his cock. She ducked her chin against her chest and caught the tip of the pecker with her tongue as it came up through her golden jugs.
The old man's legs tightened about her waist. He rocked her slowly back and forth as she continued her erotic play. Her cunt was sweating from her excitement. Her nipples tingled from the nearness of the throbbing cock. Her ass quivered at the delightful touch of his legs around her. She felt his prick increase its trembling. She knew it was time to change the arena for the rigid pecker. She didn't mind taking his jizz between her tits, but she far preferred to take it in her cunt. She would not deprive herself of the exotic sensation when his cum flowed into her cunt.
"Fuck me," she told him as she helped him turn her beneath himself. "Get that cock in my pussy and fuck me. Fuck me like you've never fucked before."
Simmons rose to the occasion. He mounted the gorgeous body and slammed his prick into her pussy. The girl was amazed at the force with which he went after her. She twisted in delight at the power of his thrusts and at the knowledge that she had brought such strength into an aged body. Her tits pulsed with his adoration. Her cunt contracted in tight spasms around his lunging cock. She hugged him with her legs and hunched her pussy along the roaring shaft.
Simmons moved the prick in small circles as he worked it inside her pussy. Her cunt-walls exploded with the delicious sensation. Della clenched her teeth in delirious ecstasy and rode the wild cock as it fucked her with its sweet violence.
Her juice flowed through the chasms of her cunt. Her oil dripped past the cunt-lips and drooled down her ass. Her cut hummed passionately as the cock rammed against it. Sparks of liquid fire raced along her cunt. Her tits glowed with the play of his hands. Her ass quivered, pulsing rapidly as it shoved her pussy along the prick. Her brain was exploding in the thrill of what she had accomplished. Her body quaked in its exquisite pleasure.
Simmons built himself to a wild peak of demand. He held her in a crushing grip and urged his cock to greater intensity. His climax shook her body violently. Her teeth rattled with his wild passion. Her cunt exploded in orgasm as his fuck-juice poured into her hole and inflamed the already erupting walls of her pussy. She held him just as tightly and rode out the storm which swept them both. She held him tightly as his force receded. She held him tightly as he went limp in her arms and rested his head happily upon her still heaving tits. She caressed him and cuddled him as he dozed in her arms.
"That's all you really needed," she told him softly, "just some tender care. Sometimes it takes more medicine than you'd ever find in a bottle of pills.
She eased from beneath the old man and slipped back into her clothes. Della returned to the bed and leaned down to kiss him, then tucked the covers securely about him. It would never do to let him catch a chill after that exertion. She walked to the door with a deep feeling of satisfaction. She felt the presence of healing power in her body. She was the ultimate healer. She was the goddess of life.
The lovely brunette opened the door and stepped out into the hail. She glanced along the hallway to make sure there were no lights indicating a patient's need of her. Della gasped in surprise at the smiling figure which lounged against the wall.
"Guess it's time for my fuck next," Jim Bonina smiled. "Unless, of course, you want the word spread about what you do at nights up here alone."
"Go to. hell!" Della hissed at him. She shot flame at him with her flashing dark eyes. "Just because you have a dirty mind, you think everyone else has."
"Why don't I just go in and check with the old man?" Jim: suggested. "I'll bet he still has the smell of your cunt all over him."
"You leave my patients alone!" the angry and frightened girl told him. "Sure, he's naked in the bed. He went to sleep while I was massaging him. In fact, I have a suspicion that he might have masturbated while I worked on him. But if you disturb him, I'll report you and have you banned from my floor."
"You can try," Jim laughed, "but I don't think you can succeed. Okay, okay, I'll drop it for the moment. But I know what you're doing around here. I think it's fine, if you get your kicks that way. Just make sure I get my share. With all that pussy you're passing out, I'd better get my share. You got that?"
Della shoved him aside and walked briskly back to the nurses' station. She knew that Jim had her by the cunt hairs. Somehow she would have to handle the big orderly or she would be in deep trouble.