Chapter 7
Kim watched her younger sister, Jan, undressing for bed that night. They were in Jan's bedroom, talking about nothing in particular, just visiting. Jan kicked off her tennis shoes and rolled socks from her bare feet. They were skinny little feet with knobby toes and pink flesh.
"There's this guy in my class, Tom Brinks, he just broke up with Georgina Torres and I think he's interested in me now," Jan was saying.
"Oh?" Kim said as she lay across the bed.
"Yeah. He's really cute ... and tall. He'll probably go out for basketball."
"How old is he?"
"Fifteen, I think," Jan answered. She unbuckled the belt around her bleached, tight jeans and started pushing them down over her round, proud backside.
Kim saw the fullness of her young sister's hips, the curving hump of her rear end and the way the satin panties hugged it tight. She remembered how such a short time ago she was built in the same awkward way. Awkward not because of anything wrong, just because of the sprouting growth sitting on a still-immature structure.
Jan dropped the pants to the floor and stepped away from them. Her legs were too slim; they curved, but lacked the full sweeps of beauty of Nurse Phillips' legs, a beauty which Kim felt forming on her legs ... maturity, womanliness.
"Do you like him?" Kim asked.
"He seems nice," Jan replied. "I just think we should wait a while. After all, he just broke up with-Georgina and I wouldn't want her to get mad at me, maybe think I tried to steal him away."
She hoisted the sweater off her head and all Kim's speculation about her breasts was confirmed. The bra had an easy job; in fact it looked like the tits were supporting it. When Jan undid the white halter and threw it aside the breasts hardly jostled. Pink, extremely sensitive-looking nipples poked out from each breast like small sugar cones. They were buds, evolving teats on still-inflating foundations. But Kim could see her sister might possibly possess breasts larger than her own some day soon.
"It would be stupid to get serious," Kim said. "After all, you're only fourteen and there are a lot of guys."
Jan cocked her head and snickered. "I know. But why can't I get serious about lots of them?"
Kim giggled. "Because then they get serious about you and it's hard to get rid of them."
Jan squirmed her undies down her legs while asking, "Why would I want to get rid of them? I like guys."
"You know what I mean. A fifteen-year-old boy can be a pain in the butt sometimes. Especially when he won't take no for an answer."
"Yeah...." Jan giggled.
"Yeah? Have you had trouble with them already?" Kim was surprised, she hadn't got into any serious necking until last year. Up to then there never was any problem because nothing worth stopping had ever started.
"Just once," Jan said. She sat on the bed next to Kim and almost blushed. "Last month, when I was at the beach with Lenny."
Kim could see the sprouting hairs of a light beige color in Jan's crotch. It was like a fine spray of mist across the white, full flesh and swollen tissues of her completely grown pussy. There was no question in Kim's mind that Doctor Conrad was right; Jan was old enough to drive without a license and have sex without any problem or permit.
"What happened?" she asked her younger sister.
"Nothing too much. He tried getting out of line with his hands. I let him go a little too far, I guess," Jan said.
"How far?" Kim was curious.
"Promise you won't tell?" Jan whispered confidentially.
"I promise. What did you let him do?"
"He wanted to feel my breasts real bad. He kept trying to put his hands on them, so I finally decided to let him. Why not? Actually I was dying to find out how it felt."
"Did he do it?" Kim asked. Her little sister was impressing her, she hadn't even dreamed of such a thing until she was a year older.
"Sure! It was wonderful! I thought I was going to" explode it felt so nice. Then he got under my shirt and squeezed them in the bra...."
"Yeah....?"
"Well, I was so excited I let him. Next thing I knew his fingers were in there, then his whole hand! All he had to do was push up and I was bare! God, I never felt anything so fantastic ever! I knew I should have stopped him right then but I liked it, I didn't want to."
Kim swallowed; her sister jumped right in and threw caution to the wind. "What did he do then?"
She blushed; obviously there was a lot more to tell. "He pushed my shirt up so he could look at them, then he kissed each one real soft ... and ran his tongue across my nipples. I thought I was going to melt, even my crotch was going crazy. I couldn't stop him even when I tried, I was too weak to even say anything."
"Wow," Kim sighed. "How far did you let him get?"
"I sort of drifted off, I was gasping, my vision was blurry. Then these feelings were in me, real wild feelings, I could feel my vagina trembling ... then I was twisting and groaning and feeling so wonderful that I just relaxed and let him suck on my nipples. It was so good that I didn't even notice his hand slipping down inside my jeans."
"He got his hand in your pants?" Kim excitedly asked.
Jan nodded. "Way in. I felt his finger curl up and push into me ... I was going crazy! I didn't want him to stop, but I knew I had to get his hand out of there fast! My body was jerking out of control, I couldn't get my breath, and the finger kept slipping in there deeper and deeper!"
"What did you do?"
"I rolled away, but his hand stayed there, he wouldn't pull it out even when I lay on my belly. He was being real pushy, stabbing it up in there while I moaned and pleaded for him to get it out! I couldn't stop him from poking it in and out, making me real wet, making my body go crazy again."
"Why didn't you kick him?" Kim asked.
"Because it felt too good. He got it real deep and pressed it all around. It felt great but I knew how wrong it was. I mean, he's nice in a way, but I don't love him, I didn't want him getting that personal!"
"Did he stop?"
"Yeah, after a while. First he pushed himself up real tight against my butt, I could feel his thing all hard and stiff rubbing against me as I twisted and shoved back to get him away. But he didn't try to go any further, he just pushed and twisted back at me with his big thing rubbing against my buns and into my crack."
"You had your pants on, didn't you?" Kim quickly asked. "
"Sure, but it didn't seem to matter. Anyway, my jeans are real tight, I could feel everything ... I guess he did too."
"Did he have his pants on?"
Jan looked surprised. "I thought so ... but I really don't know if he did or not. It felt so close to me, you know, so real, maybe he didn't."
"What happened then?"
"Well, he kept his finger inside me and just rubbed his thing against my ass until I heard him gasp. Then he rolled away and I started crying. I made him take me home after that."
"He climaxed," Kim said. "He dry-fucked you on the butt."
"Huh? Is that what you call it? Dry-fucking?" Jan asked.
Kim nodded. "He finger-fucked you and dry-fucked you. At least that's how he'll put it when he tells the guys."
Jan was greatly impressed with her sister's knowledge of such things. Admiration showed in her eyes and half-open mouth. "Gosh, Kim, you know so much about these things. How did you find out?"
Kim was dying to tell, but she remembered her promise. "I'll tell you some time, Jan, but I can't right now. I promised not to say anything."
But Jan wasn't stupid. "Does it have to do with your visits to that doctor's office? Huh?"
Kim looked away; she could allow that much information to leak to her sister after all the confidence Jan had just released. "Yes, but I can't say anything more."
Jan stood up and crossed to the closet. Kim watched the slim, supple body with the haughty rump and light bulb breasts. Her sister was beautiful, blossoming. She realized her duty to guide her sister, to make sure she avoided the senseless pitfalls of adolescence.
Jan draped a robe around her nude body and asked, "Will you take me with you sometime? So I can learn these things too?"
Kim swallowed hard. She pictured Doctor James Conrad spearing pink vibrators into the sugarcoated lips of her little sister's fresh pussy. "No! Never! I'm sorry, Jan, but I'll never take you there!"
On Friday afternoon Kim sat alone in the reception area of the medical center across from Nurse Phillips. She had a set, unhappy expression on her face, one of determination. Kim was ready to tell Doctor Conrad off, she was through with his sick games. She would give him a choice, either treat her right or let her go. He could make all his threats about telling her parents, about abortions, pregnancies, VD, anything he wanted, but she wouldn't fall for it. He was involved too deep now, he could never explain all the visits she'd made. He'd get in a lot more trouble than she would.
Doctors, nurses, patients were leaving, the reception room was empty except for Jan and Nurse Phillips when four-thirty finally arrived. The nurse checked her schedule, then looked up at Kim. "Do you have another appointment?" she asked. "Yeah," Kim answered.
"That's another one he forgot to tell me about," Phillips dryly said. Then she looked at Kim with a friendly smile. "Never let anyone tell you that doctors are organized. They're the most scattered-brained people on earth."
Kim giggled; Nurse Phillips really meant it. "Isn't that because they're always thinking about their patients?" Kim asked.
"Hah!" the nurse replied. Then she picked up a small sheet of paper and handed it to Kim. "These are the names of the nursing schools I told you about."
"Oh, thank you."
"Follow me, I'm sure the doctor is getting nervous."
After being led into the office Kim stood alone, nervous, apprehensive, while James shuffled the papers on his desk. Finally he looked up, looked around, and looked back. "I see you're alone," he said.
"Yes."
"I told you to bring your sister."
"I won't do it. I can't," Kim said with all the courage she could draw up.
James stared at her as she stood there in defiance with a short yellow skirt hardly covering her thighs and a hugging sweater accenting the curves of her youthful breasts. She was disobeying him, committing an act of rebellion, something she was obviously unaccustomed to doing. He was an adult and she was a child, a child who was misbehaving.
Of all the things Kim could have done to anger Doctor Conrad she chose the one thing which drove needles of happiness into the head and length of his cock. She stood there with her hands on her hips, her full lower Up jutting out in a stern pout. Her bravado was paper thin, she was bluffing and therefore showing more vulnerability than he had ever seen before.
"You know why I asked you to bring her?"
"I have a good idea," she answered.
James stood up and removed his smock. Then he deliberately unzipped his pants and drew out his cock. "Because I wanted to have her suck this," he quietly said, while stroking it with his squeezing hand.
Kim's eyes glanced down and quickly away. He saw the hunger in her face and the exciting way she tried to repress it. This was what he wanted: she was attracted yet afraid. She was trying to protect the virtue of her little sister; he had found the secret formula to Kim's vulnerability purely by accident.
His heart leaped with joy. "I wanted to push my cock inside her virgin cunt."
A tremble of fury mixed with passion overtook Kim's body. He was saying terrible things, things which made her furious. Kim wanted to scream at him, spit, cry, howl. She also wanted to help him stroke the long tube of stiff muscle in his hand.
"And up her tight little asshole, until she begs for mercy."
Kim stamped her foot and cried, "Stop it! I won't bring her here ever!"
James came from around his desk and approached. Kim's eyes were darting up at his face, at the cock, back to his face. He had never seen her so uneasy before, so emotionally worked up. James stopped in front of her and slipped his free hand up under the flap of the skimpy skirt. A tremble shook her.
His fingers touched against the smooth satin of her panties and he rubbed back and forth against the matted hair inside, saying, 'I'd touch her like this. Real gentle, just enough to make her get wet and hot."
Kim sucked in a deep breath, but it was no help. The fingers were doing to her just what he said they would do to Jan. Her twat was tingling, the lips of her covered cunt were seething inside as the first drips of vaginal fluid started to trickle down. She hated him for doing this, talking about her innocent sister this way.
She was frozen with fear and it thrilled James beyond belief. He pushed one finger between her thighs and lifted up to press into the slithering skins of her juicy hole. It was working beautifully. An unwanted shudder of passion made the thighs clap against his hand.
"I'll just touch her snatch to make sure she's ready for my cock," he said.
"No, I don't want you touching my sister," she moaned.
His hand moved up around the rise of her rump and found the waistband of the panties. He pulled down and they slid over the cool buns and away from the cooking snatch. Conrad pushed the panties to her ankles. He could smell the ripe flow of her cunt even before he pushed her skirt up and tucked his head under.
He was facing the splendid perfection of her eager little crack and could feel the heat against his face. "Then I'll use my tongue to taste her unspoiled pussy and lick away all the tensions."
"Please leave her alone...." Kim groaned. She felt weak, afraid for her sister. Her knees were unsteady as his tongue came up against the burning skins of her pussy. All Kim could imagine was his tongue licking across the freshly-haired vagina of poor, unknowing Jan.
James ran his tongue up hard between her legs and curved it into the welcoming lips of the twat. His hands came up to cup her ass and drive the cunt at his lashing tongue and kissing lips. She was submitting herself to him in a passive, apprehensive manner and James loved it. She had never tasted so sweet; she didn't open up and behave eager at all.
"Please...." Kim sighed, as she felt her cunt walls gripping with fire at his manipulations. She didn't want this, not this. Not his eating her while pretending she was Jan, no ... not this.
A trembling climax whipped through her body as tears of helplessness streamed down her cheeks. Her face was soft, beaten; he was enjoying Jan even if she wasn't there, he was eating her and making her climax. Whether it was real or not made no difference to Kim, the foul thoughts and rotten lusts of the doctor were enough to insult the virginity of her sister.
James stood after Kim's climax passed and eased her stunned, unwilling body over to the examination table. He pushed her sweater up above the cups of the bra and reached behind. It unsnapped and fell away to leave the husky tits exposed. He pressed his hands against them, squashed them flat and rubbed hard. A moan of pleasure came from Kim's closed mouth.
"Yes, this is what I'd do to Jan's tits. I'd make them pucker up so hard that she'd groan too, and then she'd beg for my cock. Beg me to fill her hot pussy with it."
"Please...." Kim sighed. "Please...."
"Please what? Say it."
"Please fuck me."
Her back was to the table and James jammed his hips forward. The head of his cock dipped down under the skirt and came up to feel the boiling heat. Kim made her first move of compliance, opening her legs as best she could while standing. But the tears kept coming from her eyes, the half-opened mouth didn't close. She felt like he was about to destroy Jan's virginity.
He cinched it. "Okay, Jan, here I go." He lifted up and sent the blood-gorged head of his pecker into the dripping softness of the quaking cunt.
"Noooooooo! Please...." Kim moaned as the cock separated the gasping lips. James was almost expecting a hymen as his cock muscled deep into the sobbing crack. He jammed it to full penetration and felt her body disobediently respond. She made an attempt to pull away, but it was futile, he was already too far inside. A crying whimper came from her lips as he slammed his cock deep and hard.
"Ohhhhh ... It hurts!"
He pushed at her shoulders until she fell back across the table and her legs lifted part way off the floor. She was arched at his cock as he pounded it into her box with repeated fierceness. Each time she yelped, cried, moaned and bit her lip. Kim was drifting off into that world of helplessness Jan had talked about.
He pushed the skirt up to her waist so he could see how the red lips of her tight box slid out with his cock and tucked back into the cunt as he pushed in. She was grinding against him, in a state of constant climax, creaming, shivering, bucking her assaulted cunt up for each of his thrusts.
But she wasn't going at it like a hungry animal. Instead she was responding physically by begging him to stop. That's what he wanted, the virgin attitude, for real-not like the crap in the movie he'd seen. Kim was finally where he wanted her. James sent his long rod deep inside the hugging snatch and paused, the pressure of his own climax rising. She had drawn a fast arousal from him; he was hot, close, about to cream.
He heard the door open, but didn't believe it until he heard it close. Then he looked up. "Hello," Nurse Phillips said. "Performing a little operation?"
His mouth opened to speak but it was impossible. Her timing couldn't have been worse. The deep pecker lunged with pleasure and stream after stream of pumping cream made his hips lurch, his back strain, his rump flex with stabbing contortions. James felt his face turn red. The flashes of clammy cold hit him, and finally a fire started at his toes and raged upward through his fucking body.
"Get out! What do you mean...."
"Shut up!" Phillips barked. "How long do you think I was going to keep quiet about you and your little filly? Huh? She's just a child and you've been screwing her up and down the walls for weeks now!"
"I said get out!" James screamed.
Phillips grinned. "I've got your medical ass in a wringer, Doc. Throw me out and I go straight to Doctor Blake."
James gulped. Doctor Blake was the head of the medical center. He would see to it that Doctor James Conrad quickly became Mister James Conrad. Or worse, sent him to jail. And to top it all off it was common knowledge that Nurse Phillips was the personal property of Doctor Blake. They were lovers-he fucked her, she fucked him. Doctor Blake would believe what Nurse Phillips told him.
Phillips smiled warmly at Kim, then turned to James. "Have you figured out how bad your position is?" she asked.
James nodded. "What do you want? Money?"
She laughed. "Hell no, keep your damned money! You work hard to rip off your patients. I just want a share of the goodies, that's all."
"Her?" he asked, pointing at Kim.
Phillips nodded. Her tongue washed across her hungry, red lips. "Exactly. I'd also like to drink from the fountain of youth."
"What is going on?" Kim asked as she rose up.
"Take a seat, doctor," Phillips said to James. Then she turned to Kim and smiled. Her hand soothed the young girl's perspiring brow. "Just relax, honey. I've come to show you what the doctor can't. I'm going to show you how lovely it can really be."
"Huh?" The fog was lifting from Kim's head. She remembered James' filthy words, the way he talked about Jan. When Nurse Phillips' hands started gently to caress her thighs and remove her clothes, Kim was surprised, but she didn't know what to do.
The nurse kissed Kim's open mouth, a soft, light kiss. Kim didn't react. The tongue finally touched her lips and slid inside her mouth to dance across her tingling tongue. Kim realized that it was the tongue of a woman, that this was a lesbian act, that it was abnormal. But it felt so good that she sucked her lips closed and drew the moisture from the feminine organ.
Phillips' mouth was like a tender vibrator as it traveled over Kim's tear-soaked cheeks and up to her ear. When the tongue slid inside the sensitive opening Kim's body heaved up, her arms wrapped hungrily around the nurse's head, and swirls of blasting ecstasy bounded through her limbs, torso, crotch.
"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh...." Kim sighed.
James dumbly sat in his chair and watched. The damned nurse had just stepped right in and shoved him out of the way. And what choice did he have? None. None if he wanted to keep the diploma on his wall ... keep the wall, for that matter. If she spilled the beans he could have bars instead of wall.
The most angering thing was Kim's response. He could see the confused hesitation and vulnerable doubt in her face; she was acting, at last, exactly how he wanted. After a few moments' thought he realized that maybe Phillips was doing him a great favor; together they could keep Kim balanced on the fence between child and woman. There was plenty of that young, vibrant body to go around.
Nurse Phillips slid down low on Kim's body and buried her head into the proffered, sperm-filled crotch. She scooped her tongue inside and withdrew a puddle of sticky paste. With a slurp the cream disappeared into her mouth and she used her tongue to spoon more inside. The nurse washed away all the traces of masculine presence before jabbing the flexed tip of her tongue into Kim's burning, hard clitoris. Kim responded with a full-bodied climax.
Phillips lifted her head from between the shaking, hugging thighs and realized she had just moved in on a gold mine. The little girl was a virtual orgasm machine, one touch and pow! She stood up and quickly undid the buttons of her white uniform. She stripped it off, unhitched her bra and shed the white pantyhose.
James' eyes bulged. He knew Nurse Phillips was built, but in the nude she was unbelievable! Her breasts were giants! They lumbered out of the bra like rolling tanks and appeared as solid. Her waist was incredibly narrow and her hips swooped out so abruptly and fully he couldn't believe they belonged on the same body. As she squirmed out of her pan ties and shoved the full, wide expanse of fully ripe, completely mature buttocks at him he had to blink.
She grabbed Kim by the legs and laid her completely out on the table. Now James knew the answer to the frequent speculation among the young doctors who were all attracted by the nurse's light blond hair and were known to wonder if it was real, if she was blonde down where it counts.
She wasn't. A thick, curly pile of jet-black hair literally filled the crotch of Nurse Phillips. There was so much of the abundant growth that it obscured her pussy lips. There was no question about the fact that Nurse Phillips was as mature as one can get.
And she wasn't wasting any time. Once Kim was laid out on her back the nurse hunched over and started trailing her working lips across the supple, slim body. She kissed the stomach and gave each high breast a long, powerful suck.
Once again she kissed Kim's willing mouth, then moved up to the ear. The young girl's body wrenched out of control, spasms moved along her soft flesh. Kim had never felt anything so gentle in her life. She thought James was tender at times, thought his hands and mouth seemed to know exactly what to touch, what to kiss and suck. But Nurse Phillips was making the excitement he drew from her body feel like only an ember in the middle.
Kim peered into the intent, happy eyes of the nurse after she removed her mouth. It was wrong, she knew that, but it was worth the consequences. Nurse Phillips was treating her like a woman, a grown, mature woman.
The nurse leaned over the table and lowered the balloon-sized tits down to Kim's waiting, curious face. Kim was dying to kiss them, slide her tongue around the gigantic, meaty nipples and suck them inside. Her mouth opened to receive the warm press of soft, smooth meat.
She had never done such a thing. The pillows of smothering tit buried her face in downy comfort, and she kissed them. Nurse Phillips pressed down harder, and the jostling masses rubbed across Kim's nose, eyes, cheeks and grasping lips. Then one of the brownish, cooking nipples found the suction of Kim's wet mouth and slid deep inside to feel her inspecting tongue.
"Ummmmmmm ... Yes ... the nude nurse sighed.
Kim was elated by the groan of approval. She was pleasing Nurse Phillips, she was making this full-bodied woman happy. Kim's mouth grew more courageous, and she sucked the nipple until it crowded into her mouth and enveloped her taste buds with hot flesh flavor.
James realized his cock was growing hard again. The lesbian actions were arousing him, inspiring a new excitement in his body. Kim was experiencing something completely new, and the apprehension and awkwardness were apparent in all her moves.
Nurse Phillips was calm, practiced, a professional who knew precisely what to do. The combination was perfect, a dreamed-of contrast between youth and experience.
The nurse let Kim chew on her tits, lick them until they glistened with a coat of saliva. Then she climbed onto the table and swung her knee across Kim's startled, inquisitive face. Phillips lowered her head down between Kim's open thighs and pressed her full lips into the juice-streaming gash of the youthful twat.
Kim stared up at the looming, black-haired cunt and ass just above her face. The hair was everywhere, it billowed out over the red-lipped slit and seemed to trail around it like a picture frame. Then it trickled in little black wisps up into the ass-crack and thinned out around the anus. Kim knew she was looking at the ultimate in development.
Her mouth was filled with saliva as she tried to get the courage to lift her head and kiss cunt. She kissed, then drew away. The thick taste of the ripe cunt flooded her lips, and she licked it off and swallowed. Her mouth tingled with excitement; it was tart, overwhelming, then mild and light like nectar.
When Nurse Phillips felt the exploring mouth at her aching hole she moaned into Kim's spasming cunt and pressed her hips down onto the juvenile face. A whipping, digging tongue slid far into the yearning depths of her wanton snatch; it scooped, trailed, twisted and jabbed. She felt her body growing with lust, building itself up toward a great release.
The two nude bodies, one slim and Umber, the other full and mature, pulled tight together and the heads burrowed deep between outstretched thighs. James sat nude in his desk chair and slowly stroked his cock, wishing to join in on the fun. When Kim ran her tongue up into the crack of Phillips' ass and probed into the puckered hole, the nurse's body started to roll and twist with abandon.
"Ummmmmmmm...." the nurse groaned.
Kim's tongue washed against the surrounding hairs and matted them flat against the cheeks of the ass. Then she poked into the taut muscle, squeezed and squirmed her tongue until it slipped well into the churning crevice.
Nurse Phillips felt like her anus was being drawn right out of her body. The tiny tongue was whipping her whole ass, her whole cunt into a froth of fizzing effervescence. She realized just how much Doctor Conrad had taught Kim, just how far he had taken her in a short time. She was impressed; obviously she had underestimated the doctor's talents.
Kim's hands were grabbing tight at the nude cheeks of her ass and separating them, spreading them wide apart so she could slap her tongue up and down the whole chasm. She plunged her tongue deep up the ass and scooped, then slid it back down to the chaining, quivering snatch. The black hairs tickled her face as she sucked the pussy lips into her mouth and speared her tongue into the fiercely excited hardness of the clitoris. "Oh! Oh!" Phillips groaned as she felt her guts being bombarded with tremors of joy. "I...." she gasped, "I'm ... coming! Oh, it feels so good!" Kim's slender legs jerked up and collapsed together on each side of the nurses eating head. She heaved her cunt up to the whipping tongue and the two naked bodies slammed together, merged, bounced with mutual climaxes.
The next thing Kim knew Doctor Conrad was there, lifting Nurse Phillips' hips into the air, pushing her rump forward until she was on her knees. Then his knees passed over her head, and his balls, ass, and cock hung over her face. The bared cunt and ass of Nurse Phillips sat just in front of his stiff, red pecker.
His thick-headed cock moved close until it pressed against the still dripping lips of the black-haired cunt. James pushed into it slowly, deliberately, giving Kim plenty of time to watch. The juicy snatch opened up into a yawning ring of stretched tissue around the glans as it popped inside. Then the lips relaxed a second until the thicker part of the shaft pushed inward.
James marveled at the comfortable, gentle friction of the box. It wasn't any squirming, wrenching hug of newness; no, this was a cunt with age, like worn leather, fine wine, one which grows better and better each time. Nurse Phillips finally made her move; she sat back on his driving rod and let it sink completely into the welcoming grasp of her soft-tissued pussy.
As their tempo increased Kim wanted to join in, and all she had was her tongue. She raised her head up and licked at his cock as it emerged from the now-sucking pussy. His balls trailed across her nose and she gave them a thick-tongued swipe. James felt the added treat between his legs, the curious, probably lonesome tongue and nose. He gave his cock a quick shove into the burning tissues of the throbbing snatch and felt the nurse's ass crash back. Now Kim would have something to watch.
He pounded forward and she slammed back, in a slapping crescendo of buttocks against hips and thighs. The gurgle-gurgle of air being forced from her hole spilled out, and a spray of cooking liquid covered Kim's thrilled face. She licked up and caught the balls, then speared back to lick his asshole.
Nurse Phillips was shocked by the fullness his cock gave her. It was a powerful, hard shaft which just fit. One fraction of an inch more would have been painful, one fraction less would have meant unused cunt. Doctor Conrad had a lot to offer, and she wondered why he wasted it on beginners.
Her tits were rumbling across Kim's heaving belly and she licked down into the crack of the fresh, firm ass. The tiny anus was pink and new, Offering extreme tautness as her tongue stabbed inside. Kim's hips lunged up and the legs seemed to do into a perfect splits to provide her with total access. Phillips grabbed the cheeks and dug her fingernails into the white fleshiness.
"Ahhhhhh...." Kim groaned, as she felt the sharp nails gouge her buns. But she knew it was a signal, Nurse Phillips was close to climaxing and wanted Kim to watch closely.
Kim tilted her head back to avoid getting in the way and managed to push the tip of her tongue into the upper skins of the cock-filled crack. She could just touch the clitoris, just enough to wiggle back and forth against it. An increased flood of lubricating oils trickled from the gash onto her tongue.
Nurse Phillips was throbbing, in the cunt, in her head, inside each breast, and most of all right inside her guts. It was a perfect way to end a hard, tiresome day. A cock in her cunt, a tongue on her clitoris, a snatch at her mouth. Yes, she realized, this little trio could be very enjoyable indeed.
"Oh! Uuuughhhhh!" the" nurse groaned as the first quakes forced into her box.
James crammed deep and hard, the swirling muscles of the hole grabbed and hugged, her round ass shuddered and clipped against him. Kim forced her tongue alongside the imbedded cock and whipped at the pounding clitoris while nudging the sac of balls with her pug nose. Everything-cock, cunt, tongue-drew in close as the nurse's guts started to split open and cry tears.
James leaned into her thrusting ass and kept the cock at full depth while she banged her head up and down in Kim's crotch. Kim felt the fingers ripping at her ass, felt teeth nipping her cunt lips, felt tits smashing down flat on her belly. Nurse Phillips was going berserk with happiness.
James waited until the soft meat of her ass stepped beating the rapid rhythm against his hips, then pulled back. He had climaxed once already today but his spike was screaming to do it again. He poked back into the whirlpool of dripping flesh and felt his cock belch a sudden, wrenching billow of steaming jism from the burrowing tip. His hips slammed up against her ass and the pecker hit full depth as a second spraying ejaculation bombarded her innermost area.
"Yessssss!" she cried out happily. "I feel your cream in me! I feel your cock blasting inside me!"
The jism filled Nurse Phillips' hot cunt to the maximum and the churning cock whipped it into white froth as it seeped back along the clogged passage toward the waiting lips. Kim saw the sparkling glimmer of the first drip as it oozed from the snatch and trailed with sticky slowness down along the soaked base of the cock. Then, as the cock shoved back inside, the drip broke free and Kim's pink mouth opened; she caught it and swallowed with contented smugness.
James worked his meat into the relaxing crack until it started to lose the stiffness and collapse into a satisfied warmth. With a sperm-spattering pop the wrinkling cock slid from the satiated cunt and allowed more of the seepage to drain down into Kim's swallowing mouth.
The doctor looked down at the gulping face under the black-haired snatch and spiked ass of the nurse. He saw something he detested; the innocence, the vulnerability was gone from Kim's large brown eyes. Instead there was a sparkling twinkle of fascination and lust. The girlish virgin now considered herself the complete female, the fully initiated sexual partner.
James climbed off the table and watched as Nurse Phillips lovingly kissed Kim's thighs. She was still at it, still eager even though he had just bombarded her swollen pit with happiness from his powerful post. He shook his head; he knew he had a problem. As a trio they worked well, but it was too dangerous. Nurse Phillips was too intelligent, too experienced to put up with his elaborate attempts to keep Kim shaded with innocence. No, she'd put a quick stop to that and try to develop the child into a ravishing, starved creature constantly on the trail of sexual pleasures.
But he didn't know what to do. He couldn't force the nurse out because she had the goods on him. He was helpless. Doctor Blake was a son-of-a-bitch when it came to flaunting ethics, ethics James doubted the old turd ever followed himself. He'd chew James up and spit him out like bitter tobacco just to make an example of him in front of the rest of the doctors.
James could only think of one solution, and he hated it. He'd have to break it all off, send Kim packing, let Nurse Phillips have her and be in the clear. He would have to dream up something so repulsive that Kim would refuse to ever see him again. That would avoid any retribution on the young girl's part, the revenge of a scorned woman.