Chapter 2

As I sat in the hospital snack bar, I felt that no matter what would happen I would continue my relation with Gino. I knew that if I did not carry out my desires I would regret it. It wasn't often that I had such a superb opportunity to be with such a handsome man as Gino. There was only one thing left to do, plan for that night. The coffee on the table began to get cold.

The hours that followed were interminable and seemed to grow in size instead of receding to the honored time.

And then midnight ticked away. I knew that my patients would soon be asleep and that I had to wait at least until two.

I spent the last two hours reading a love story and at the same time I fingered myself in anticipation.

When the time came, I cautiously crept to the room and opened the door softly.

The first bed near the door was Gino's. In the darkness it was impossible for me to distinguish if he was sleeping or not. I leaned over him and heard a regular breathing and I dared not to wake him brusquely. I slipped my hand beneath the cover as I had done earlier that day and started to finger his cock and balls. He was soft, and with the skill I had obtained I was quite adept at bringing it to the proportions necessary to permit certain transactions.

Gino continued to doze and the only part of him that was alive was his well-tuned instrument. Either he was fast asleep or he was pretending to be bathed in the arms of Morpheus. His sex was swollen and large and it would have excited the most particular of libertines.

I could no longer contain myself and my other hand slid under the sheets and touched the burning flesh. I penetrated his hairy mass and then crept up to his belly and noticed that his skin was as silken as that of a child.

I continued to rub his prick and was quite impatient for the moment it would be placed in my pussy. Incapable of resisting the temptation any longer, I placed my head under the covers and took his enormous dick in my mouth. The Italian moaned. Was he dreaming that he was making love to some exceptional beauty? Or was he conscious of what was taking place?

Suddenly two arms reached out for me and I was assured that he was lucid. He took me in his arms.

"Ah my love. If you knew how long I had been waiting for you," he whispered.

I was afraid that he might awaken the others and I left his sex to creep up and have his face near mine. My lips met his and we embraced each other ardently. For several seconds and even longer, our tongues entwined in hot search and our hands were active to gain the secret domain of our combined flesh.

His fingers entered my vagina and then slid down my thighs. My thighs gave way to his insistence and I felt the skilled movement of his fingers. He slipped into my wet box. His two hands were working me over and they tickled my vaginal lips. I had to stifle myself from letting go a cry which would have awoken the slumbering patients.

"Please be more delicate," I reminded him.

"If you only knew how much I desire you?"

"I want you, also, darling, but you are tearing me apart. I wish to have my pleasure at the same time as yours," I was sincere.

He did not answer for he probably didn't want to lose time on needless talk.

Already his huge sex was rubbing up against my stomach and touching the lips of my love-nest. I held my breath while he penetrated me with an unusual force. I moaned in spite of myself. I had thø impression that fie was going to rip right through me5 and I had to bite my lips to keep from crying out. I had already seen some large-sized phalli but this one was the biggest yet. He squirmed within me without any pity whatsoever. Progressively I became used to his wide proportions and the pain quickly subsided and gave way to pleasure.

Never had I been fucked in such a manner and with such might. Not only had the marvelous proportion of his member given me a fright, but the ardor in which this young lad made love showed a powerful vivacity for love-making. He had been deprived of women for too long.

"My love, my darling," he murmured as he gave me his powerful hips to hang on.

I was able to read a great deal of affection in his soft warm eyes, thanks to a ray of moonlight which shot into the room. I had always wanted to make love and give myself over to it completely. We were giving to one another not only our bodies but our souls.

Gino was completely made for me. He was strong and he whipped into my pussy with all his being. My nails dug into his shoulders. The pain had left me and I was asking for the joyous even to last forever. I wished to be entirely possessed.

"Screw me, little one, fuck me good," he begged.

I asked for the same in return. We heightened our action and our movement became vigorous.

I overflowed with come and his member slipped in and out with regularity. He was breathing more strongly. Suddenly he seemed to grow bigger within me. His penis seemed to swell and swell. He surpassed my finest expectations.

"How good you are, my love, how good you are," I encouraged him on.

But my joy did not last forever and I felt his larg< dick sink and grow slightly soft as he filled me witl jets of sperm. Incapable of holding off any longer, came in all my glory.

There is something in the final ejaculation which ii almost undescribable. It seems to flow from the mos delicious of valleys and destroys one's cares in on< fell swoop.

I wanted to stop the movement. Doesn't one always want to stop it? But the bodily necessity of freeing itself continues in spite of what we should like.

I was again finding myself near this swarthy lover We seeped in the moments divine and sweet and slept for a few minutes like all lovers should. But thai wonderful inexpressible feeling slipped away, drop bv drop, crumb by crumb.Our drunkeness and ouf voluptousness seemed to die out like a brief candle.

I regained my senses and hung on to my lover in the hope that we could be still and avoid the harangues oj a sleepless patient.

"Good-bye my love," I gracefully abandoned his bed.

I wasn't afraid of becoming pregnant, because I waj in one of those periods where I had nothing to fear.

I left the ward to wash myself. If Gino wished to tell the others about what had happened, I could deny it and claim that he was only dreaming, the poor boy.

The following morning I left the hospital at six in the morning.

Gino was discharged that afternoon and I have never since seen my wonderful lover of that unforgettable night.