Chapter 4
"Oooohhhh!" the luscious blonde mumbled as she twisted in delicious agony on the hospital bed. "Oooohhhh! You have my little pussy jumping all over the place!"
Della drew her finger more lovingly across the trembling clit as she sucked on a delicious tit. Her other hand cupped and cuddled the other heaving jug. She slid her finger deeper into the girl's drooling cunt and felt the walls of the pussy gripping it in rapid spasms.
"Ummmm, you love me so good!" Marilyn cooed as she reached for one of the brunette's tits.
Della arched the trembling globe of flesh into the welcome hand and twisted her body sensuously to press the nipple against the girl's palm.
Their lips met, each slightly parted, each moist in anticipation of the roving tongues which met and embraced and contested each other. Their lips twisted over one another. They sucked firmly on each other's tits as their bodies writhed on the narrow bed.
Della felt her pussy pouring forth its lubricant to make way for the blonde to begin the teasing play of her delicate finger. The nurse shuddered in delight as her clit received its frantic massage. Her thighs tightened over Marilyn's hand to hold it captive and insist that it continue its maddening play.
"Uhhhhhmmmm!" the brunette sighed as she rolled her ecstatic hips from side to side. Her cunt sucked on the invading finger. Her lips drew more strongly on Marilyn's mouth, then returned to one of the delicious tits. Her ass hunched her forward as she began to shake and pound with demand.
She wanted to devour this beautiful girl. She wanted to be devoured by this gorgeous creature. The girls rolled together, their bodies throbbing with mutual demand and shared desire. It was more thrilling to the brunette nurse because of the tears and sobbing of the blonde when she first saw her that evening.
"Take it easy," Della had reassured the young woman. "I'm only trying to straighten your bed so you'll be more comfortable."
The pretty blonde sat up eyes wide in terror, her mouth open to scream. The brunette smiled comfortingly at her and continued to rearrange the covers on the bed. The poor girl was still on the verge of hysterics. The nurses had warned her about Marilyn Dufours. None of them had been able to calm her during the day.
The strikingly beautiful blonde had been brought in early in the day, just after Della had gone home. The nurse had read the newspaper account of the rape this afternoon without ever thinking that the victim would be her charge tonight. She smiled again to reassure the terrified girl and stood upright as she finished her task with the sheets.
"There," she said. "Now you should be able to sleep more comfortably. I'll be right out there in the hall if you want me. Now don't hesitate to call for me. The most important thing right now is to let you rest and relax."
Della started to pat the girl on the thigh, then realized that Marilyn was reacting strongly against any physical touch. Instead, she gave another smile and walked back out to the hall. She tried to remember the newspaper account. Damn! Someone should have let her know. The psychiatrist should have left some better instructions on the girl. All Della knew was that the girl had been awakened early this morning by a prowler who held a knife to her throat while he raped her. The account hinted at what was generally referred to as "unnatural sex acts" in the coverage. Della assumed that the rapist had made the girl suck his cock. Either that or he had sucked her pussy.
Still, it hadn't been that horrible an attack. The blonde could be thankful she hadn't been killed or mutilated. The brunette shuddered with the memory of one girl who had been admitted after a rape. The poor creature had practically lost her tits, the maniac had cut them so badly. Marilyn had no bruises on her body as a result. The only scars were emotional. She was lucky.
Della checked her round of patients, then slipped back into the rape victim's room. The blonde had twisted the bedding into a terrible mess again. Della stood and watched her shake in terror as she apparently lived the attack.
"Marilyn," she said softly to shake the girl from her shuddering. "Marilyn, it's all right. You're safe here in the hospital."
The blonde turned and stared at Della. Her brilliant blue eyes spread wide in fright as she clutched a twisted sheet in front of her heaving tits. She worked her mouth as though trying to speak, yet not a sound came out.
"Hey!" Della laughed. "Are you going to be afraid of me? I'm about the most harmless person about."
She sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to soothe the girl. She would be wise to spend what time was necessary to get the girl calmed. Her other patients were all sleeping. The floor was secure unless this blonde started screaming.
"You aren't afraid of me, are you, Marilyn?" she asked.
The girl shook her head slowly and began to relax her taut body. The nurse took the sheet and began straightening it across the bed. Her eyes caught the dramatic curves of the blonde's body. No wonder the burglar interrupted his looting of the apartment to rape this luscious stack of curves.
Della frowned in confusion. A girl with a body like this must certainly have experienced male lust before. Perhaps this was the most violent attack, but the brunette could not believe that this gorgeously built twenty-five-year-old had not been forced into a fuck at some point in her life.
"Can you stay with me awhile?" Marilyn asked. It was the first time she had spoken to the nurse all evening.
"Sure," Della assured her, patting her thigh unconsciously and realizing it when the girl jumped at the touch. "But you have to promise not to be afraid of me. Tell you what, I'm going to give you a rubdown to help you relax. Would you like that?"
The girl stared with wide eyes and began to ease back against the head of the bed as though to escape the nurse. Her luscious tits heaved rapidly beneath her soft gown, two lovely nipples pressing against the thin cloth.
"Are you afraid for me to touch you?" the brunette asked.
Marilyn nodded. She nodded her head rapidly, but her eyes still were pleading for the presence of the beautiful nurse.
"We'll have to do something about that," Della informed her. "I won't hurt you. You do believe me?"
The girl nodded and gave a feeble attempt at a smile.
"There," Della responded, "so you touch me first. Here, touch my hand."
She extended her hand to the young woman, who grasped it hesitantly, then held it tightly. The girls smiled at each other as though a major achievement had just occurred.
"No one understands," Marilyn complained in a pitiful voice. "No one understands that it frightens me to be touched. It reminds me of how he touched me."
The voluptuous body shuddered as the girl remembered. Della held her hand tightly for reassurance, then held the hand between her hands.
"But you have to get used to other people touching you," the nurse insisted. "Touch can be just as loving as what you remember was brutal. My touch will be a way of showing you the care we all have for you here at the hospital. In its own way, it's a sort of love. You aren't afraid of being loved, are you? I should think a girl as beautiful as you would be used to being loved."
Marilyn closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Della watched the lovely tits rise as she breathed. The brunette looked down over the tiny waist and wide, flaring hips. Her eyes moved on to the outline of long, flowing legs beneath the sheet. This was an unbelievably beautiful girl. The nurse felt a mixed emotion of jealousy and admiration for Marilyn.
"That's what bothers me," the blonde answered finally. "I'm used to being handled. I'm proud of my body. I've always enjoyed having my tits caressed and kissed. Maybe that's what was so awful about what he did."
The girl lay back a moment and closed her eyes again. Della experimentally slipped one hand along her forearm, caressing the satin skin. She watched the soft swelling of the tits, the trembling nipples thrusting against the gown.
"He could have cared less," the girl continued, "that my tits are full and firm. It didn't matter that my legs are slender or my tummy flat. I could have been an old hag. All he wanted was a hole to run his cock in and bang away for a minute. I really think he hated me because I was beautiful. He sure treated my tits like he despised them. He even spat on me afterwards, like I was something dirty."
Della's hands moved over the soft upper arms of the blonde. She caught the flash of blue eyes. Marilyn knew what the nurse was doing. She was not yet responding to the massage, but she was submitting to it.
"How could he not adore such a lovely body?" Della asked as her hands moved over the girl's shoulders and caressed the skin so that she could see the tits rise from the flow of skin.
"He kept talking about it," Marilyn answered. "He kept saying what big tits, what a taunting ass, things like that. But he treated me like he resented my being pretty."
"He probably did," Della suggested. "He probably resented his attraction to it. He despised himself for wanting you and got even by degrading you."
"You think so?" the blonde asked, eyes wide in question. "You think he was some kind of nut?"
"That's what you've described," the nurse answered. "He wanted to humiliate you. He wanted to make you ashamed of your body. I think he almost succeeded."
"He did succeed," Marilyn agreed. "He did make me ashamed. He made me hate my body."
The nurse ran her hands down over the matchless tits. She cupped them through the gown and rolled them lovingly about. Her thumbs played over the nipples until she had the beautiful patient twisting over the bed in response.
"Let's get even with him," she suggested to the girl. "Let's have you appreciate your body again. It's not something shameful. It's a beautiful body. It should, be loved and adored. It's capable of love and adoration. Let me show you how sweet you are, how delicious a woman you can be."
The blue eyes met her own. The blonde reached out and touched the excited tits of the nurse. One hand remained at the tits while the other sought the softness of Della's thighs. The brunette shivered in delight at her touch and ran one hand beneath the short gown. She filled a hand with soft tit and rolled the heaving jugs around about on the girl's panting chest.
"Not fair," Marilyn suddenly pouted. "It's not fair that I can't get to you through all those clothes."
Della smiled and kissed the girl quickly, then hopped up and checked the hallway. No lights indicated a patient's call. She began slipping out of her uniform as she stepped back to the bed. The white cloth fell softly to the floor as she stripped before the delighted blue eyes.
Marilyn smiled and just as quickly slipped her gown over her head, then tossed her panties off onto a chair. She kicked the sheets back and lay soft and golden before the gleaming eyes of Nurse Mahan.
"You're so beautiful," the blonde whispered as she looked up at the slender brunette and her lovely curves and tits and ass and thighs. "Your tits are just as round and full as mine. I think I'm going to enjoy this. It'll be the first time I've loved a body just as well-made as mine."
Della slipped into the bed beside her and laid a hand over one of her tits and pulled the anxious globes forward, pressing them together voluptuously, then leaning up to take a tingling nipple into her mouth. Her tongue darted over the nipple, flicking about the areola and whipping the tit into glowing desire.
The nurse went to work on the young woman's clit. Her finger teased and taunted the passion button until the blonde was writhing over the bed, her legs thrashing slowly in erotic ecstasy.
"Ummmm," Marilyn groaned softly. "I like the feel of that. You sure know what to do with a cunt. You have my pussy panting like crazy and we've only just started."
The girls twisted about each other, They writhed over each other. Their long, lovely bodies merged and contorted and pulsed against each other as their desire mounted. Fingers pumped frantically in soaked cunts. Lips sucked lustily on throbbing tits. They caressed and cuddled and kissed as their lust rose toward peaks of ecstasy.
"Oooohhh!" Della murmured as she slipped a leg between Marilyn's thighs and slipped upward until their cunts touched. "Mmmmm, I want to feel your pussy with mine. I want to touch your lovely tits with mine."
She lifted the blonde by the shoulders and brought her up so that their tits met, nipple against nipple. The girls each pulled on the tits of the other, caressing the lovely jugs outward so that the nipples pressed into each other. They revolved their tits against each other and twisted their cunts together even harder. Their clits trembled and throbbed together. Their thighs could feel the silken softness of the other's thighs. Their pussies poured juice into each other. Their tits pulsed and flamed in desire. Their cunts glowed with constant erotic sparks rippling along the passages.
"Mmmmm," Marilyn muttered, "you feel so good against my pussy. I can feel your juice all over me. It feels so nice and warm."
"No better than yours," Della assured her. "My cunt hairs are soaking from yours. It feels so good I want to suck it. I want to lick it up. When your cream comes oozing out, I want to eat that, too."
The blonde released her so that she could turn over on the girl and thrust her face between two satin thighs. Her lips came over the sweating cunt. Her mouth fastened over the pussy-lips. Her tongue parted the labia and flicked over the clit.
"EEEEEE!" Marilyn squealed in ecstasy, her own mouth groping for Della's pussy.
The brunette felt the sudden force of the blonde's suction against her cunt. Her ass leaped in response. She clamped her thighs against the shimmering blonde hair and rolled ecstatically about the bed. She lapped her tongue in and out of the patient's pussy and sucked at the soft cunt. Her hands reached back for the rolling tits of the blonde as she felt hands grasping for her own heaving jugs.
"Mmmmm," she hummed as she teased the pulsing passage of Marilyn's cunt.
"Uhhhhh!" the beautiful blonde grunted as her body began to shake with the frenzy of Della's cunt-lapping. The girl hunched her pussy against the sucking lips. She rolled her cunt about the taunting tongue as her breath began coming in shorter gasps.
"Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhh!" she moaned in the growing rhythm of her spasms. Della burrowed her face more tightly into the pussy and sucked the liquid which was pouring out of the cunt. She felt her own climax growing in concert with the girl's spasm after spasm racked her body as she shook in erotic thrills. Her whole body was afire with a thousand sparks of electric delight.
"UMMMM!" she sang as she rose in intensity, shaking wildly and thrashing over the bed. The two lovely girls rolled about in mad passion as their orgasms began to shake them with deeper intensity. They writhed and sucked and grasped and rolled and pounded in exploding desire. Della tasted the sudden sharp taste of cum as her own cream began to ooze through the passage of her cunt. She heard the sucking and lapping of her partner as they shook once more in their wild ecstasy.
"Ooooooh!" Marilyn breathed as they began to come down from their orgasms. "Ooooh, that was good. That was the best."
Della turned her body so she could face the soft, misty blue eyes. She smiled at the glow they now held and kissed the girl lightly.
"Feel like your body's something special again?" she asked.
"Ohhhh, do I!" Marilyn sighed happily. "I can still respond, can't I! I can love and be loved still. Oh, Nurse, I feel so beautiful. I feel so desirable. I was loved and adored. It feels so good."
Della caressed the luscious body for a few minutes, then slipped back into her clothing. She leaned over and kissed the blonde, who lay calm and relaxed on the bed.
"I have to see about my other patients," she apologized. "But I'll keep my eye on you tonight. You get some sleep and relax."
The nurse blew another kiss back as she opened the door and stepped into the hall. She was relieved to find all the signal lights off. Still dazed from her orgasm, she walked back to the station and began working on the patients' charts.
Della almost sang aloud as she worked. This was why she had entered nursing. She wanted to help. She wanted to heal. She wanted to be part of broken people regaining their wholeness. Tonight she had been. Her cunt glowed with satisfaction. What the rapist had taken from the blonde, the nurse had restored.
Della laughed at herself. She was so charged up that she would even give Jim Bonina a fuck if he were around. Too bad the overheated orderly wasn't here, too bad for him. By the time he did show up, she'd regard him as a sickening creep again. Tough luck, Jim!
Right now, though, she was Isis again. She was the goddess of healing magic. She was health. She was completeness. Della shook herself out of her happy musing as she saw a light come on down the hall. She checked her charts quickly and swung her ass along the antiseptic hall as she rushed to continue her work of healing.