Chapter 2
"I'd like to see Miss Barbara Thomas." The nurse behind the sixth floor station stared up at the source of the deep, resonant voice. It came from a man about twenty-five years old, six foot three, about two hundred and twenty pounds. He had thick, curly black hair and a five o'clock shadow that started to show about one o'clock.
"Let's see," said the nurse, shuffling through her files. "Miss Thomas is in 606, down the hall to your left.
"Is this gentleman visiting Barbara Thomas?" Dr. Ridgeman had come up behind him.
"Yes, doctor, I am. Are you the one who operated on her?"
"I did. Follow me. I'll take you to her room."
"Much obliged," Jim Strapling said. "And thank you nurse."
"You're welcome," she sighed, secretly hoping that Miss Thomas would have an extended visit on the sixth floor so she could see more of this huge brute.
"You must be Jim," Dr. Ridgeman said as they rounded the corner.
"Has Barbara been talking already?"
"Certainly. She'll be able to leave us the day after tomorrow. She told me you were a big fellow, but I wasn't expecting anything like this. Play football at school?"
"Right tackle."
"Well, Mr. Strapling, Barbara's a fine girl, healthier than ever, I expect."
"I'm sure she's jabbering away just like a monkey by now. If you haven't guessed already, she loves to talk."
"She did find a moment or two to chew the fat with me. But I enjoyed it. I'm a blabbermouth from way back." They entered 606 and found Barbara sitting up in bed watching television.
"Jim!" She clicked the set off and held her arms out to him. He hugged her gingerly, afraid he might hurt her, but Barbara wrapped herself around his neck and kissed him hard on the mouth.
"Dr. Ridgeman," she said, "how did you know I was hungry?"
"I didn't, I bumped into Jim on the way over here to check up on your abdomen."
"It's all right with me, but Dr. Pearson was here just ten minutes ago to do that."
"I see. I thought I told him earlier today I'd take care of that. Well, let's have a look for my own satisfaction."
"Step aside, honey," she said to Jim. "Dr. Ridgeman just wants to get a look at my unmentionables."
"Behave yourself, young lady," the doctor said, "or I'll keep you locked up in this room for a month."
"I'll be good. The last thing I want to do is spend any more time in this bed. My ass is cramped right up to my neck."
Dr. Ridgeman found nothing wrong with Barbara's healing wound, and reconfirmed his plans to release her in two days.
"That's all I can do for now," Dr. Ridgeman said. "Except, that is, leave you two alone for awhile. Take care."
"Thanks, Doc," Barbara said.
"Nice guy," Jim said when he had gone.
"He's sweet. Miss me?"
"Are you kidding? Ever since Thursday night I've been waiting to see you. I called here a dozen times, but they told me I'd have to wait till today to see you.
"It's only been two days. Come here, and I'll make up for it."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Don't be silly. Kiss me." Jim bent over and lightly brushed his lips on hers, but Barbara pulled him down and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Jim moaned and held her shoulders, sitting on the bed and dying to get in with her.
Barbara took Jim's hand and moved it down over her left jug. He rubbed it through the material, feeling the knob rise to the occasion, tweaking the hard tip when it was up. Then, slowly, carefully, Barbara lifted up her gown to give him her naked body, pulling it over her waist and smiling sweetly as his hand enveloped her cunt.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'll be careful not to touch the bandage."
"I'm not worried, except that somebody may come in."
"I'm giving you therapy," he said, spreading the cunt lips apart and peering inside to see the pink flesh glisten with excitement. Jim ran his fingers along the insides of the labia, picking up the moisture and bringing it lower to the hole that waited for him.
Barbara arched her head back and sighed, feeling her whole body being stimulated by his gentle touch. It's been too long, she thought, reveling to the touch of his fingernails as they gently grated along her sensitive flesh. He's so careful, so light with his fingers for such a big man.
And oh, that cock, that mass of hot meat. It's bigger than any cock I've ever seen. Check that. I think there's one that may match it. That intern, Ward Pearson, he must have a huge mother. I'd like to suck on that thing for a few hours.
But he's not here and Jim is, and Jim is big, and he's mine. Barbara sighed again as the huge man slipped a long, fat finger into her pussy. It's as big as some men's cocks, she thought, arching her hips slightly to get it in all the way.
Jim began breathing heavily, the feel of her hot sauce on his fingers making his cock bulge with lust. He unzipped his pants to ease the tension there, and his big dong popped out and lay against his thighs, pulsing with strength, growing with each second.
Barbara gasped when she saw her friendly companion, taking it into her hands and stroking the shaft till the whole mammoth meat head rose ten glorious inches into the air. And that was with Jim's pants still on. When he was naked, and his dong was stretched to its full length, Barbara knew he had a full eleven inches of power to delight her cunt.
"Fuck me," she whispered, dying to stuff that meaty, tasty treat into her cauldron of hot juices.
"No," he said, cramming another finger into her distended hole.
"Please," she begged, holding the head in her hand, squeezing it till it bulged purple and hard like thick rubber. "No. Too risky."
"No more than what we're doing now."
"I can't. We can't. I'd hurt you."
Barbara had forgotten about the bandage, about the still-tender wound that couldn't bare much pressure. Jim was right. They couldn't fuck. She was heartbroken.
"Then let me eat you."
"Later," he said, watching her clit emerge from its fleshy shaft.
"We may not have' time later." She pulled his thing to her, but even with its phenomenal length, it just wouldn't reach.
"Let me get you off first." Jim worked harder at the girl's cunt, frigging it furiously with fast fucking strokes. He didn't want her to eat him just yet because it would mean removing his hand from her dripping hole, and he didn't want to lose any of her love sauce. No one would disturb them, she would be able to eat him and take all the time in the world.
"It's two hours till dinner," he said, twanging her hard clit with his spare hand.
"I see you looked into this thoroughly," she said, gritting her teeth.
"Quiet, you're about to come."
"You're fucking right I am." Jim jigged and jagged at Barbara's hole, finger-fucking it with piston-like motions that made the girl jerk with lust. Her knees were up now, opening her cunt hole to tremendous proportions. And then she felt herself being stuffed, was it possible, with a third thick finger.
Jim waved his hand inside her, lapping at the thick cream that poured from her cunt. But he knew this was only a preliminary wetness, she wasn't coming yet. And Jim knew just how to draw billows of creamy gook from his girl's cunt. He watched the clit stiffen and jerk to his fingers' touch, and remembered how good it always tasted before.
The big man lowered his head over the girl's frothy crotch and prepared to drink her offering down. His mouth covered her long, thin, but oh-so-stiff clit, and Barbara shuddered with passion as he began to suck on it.
"Shit, oh fuck, it's so good. More, eat me more, darling. Ah, that's it, twirl the tip in your mouth. Oooh, don't bite down so hard, you're killing me."
Jim sucked at the juicy morsel as his other hand probed the inner recesses of her spicy cunt. His fingers were covered with a slimy goo that oozed from the walls of her vagina in steady streams. And now he could feel her tighten, the muscles of her whole body contract as the first furious wave of orgasm hit her.
Barbara leaped half off the bed when her cunt exploded in a fury of fiery come. Her hips drove into Jim's fingers like a bull seeking the red cloak, and Jim answered her call by forcing his digits in up to the knuckles. Her cunt hole was bigger than her mouth when she yawned. The flesh was almost ready to tear, and if Barbara had been dry, it surely would have.
But dry was one thing the gorgeous, lustful girl was not. Great walls of thick come spurted out her pussy, flowing up Jim's hand past the wrist. The bed was blanketed in a heavy cream, and Jim wondered how they would explain that away.
But what was this? Jim felt a tugging on his cock, an urgent pulling that almost tore his tool right out of its socket. He was half dragged up the bed to where Barbara could get her mouth on the meaty thing, and she wasted no time in doing just that. With a long, luxuriant slurp, she plopped the prick into her mouth, but because of Jim's awkward position, she could only engulf the head with her hot lips.
"Wait a second, will you," he said, straddling her, but being careful not to touch her bandaged abdomen. His ass rested on her tits, the bottom of his zipper digging sharply into Barbara's cleavage.
She flipped it up so that it faced the other way, spent two seconds rubbing the spot where the metal had bit her, then returned her attention to the thick, swelling rod of cock that was facing her head-on.
"What a prick," she said, taking it by the root and pulling it even farther out. The massive tip brushed against her lips and she let the tip of her tongue kiss it lightly. Jim grunted passionately, moving up higher to force his meat into her mouth.
The head pushed harder against her lips, and Barbara parted them slightly to let the head rest between them. When it was firmly ensconced, she bit down on it with her lips, covering her teeth with them like an old lady who'd forgotten to put on her dentures. Having secured the tip thus, she rapidly wrapped the little bit that protruded into her mouth with her tongue, using fast, hard motions to beat the meat to a pulp.
"Oh fuck," Jim moaned, writhing on top of her. "It's too much, I can't stand it." Barbara ignored him. She knew that the more she fondled his cock in her mouth, the more he would come in the end. And she wanted lots of cream, hot, milky and thick coursing down her throat. The food they served in this hospital was not nearly as good as the gism he could give her as an appetizer before dinner.
But the flapping of her tongue on his incredibly sensitive cock, was bringing things to their climax too fast for Barbara's liking. She felt the shaft stiffen in her hand, a sure sign that come was soon to follow. She therefore released his cock from her oral grasp, letting her boyfriend take a short breather.
"You stopped," Jim complained.
"It's just your imagination."
"What are you up to?"
"I didn't want you to come just yet. I'm not ready."
"I'll never understand you," he said, shaking his head. "I thought I was the one who was supposed to get ready. I'll never be any readier than I am now, or was." They both looked down to see his cock soften up a bit, and this was just what Barbara was waiting for.
"Now you're ready," she said, picking the dong up and popping it back in her mouth. This time she put the whole thing inside her, at least as much as she could fit. She bit at the shaft with her lips and sucked and twirled at the tip with her tongue. Jim jerked up and down, and shortly began pumping his cock in and out of her mouth.
It was difficult for Barbara to keep up with him, but the sex expert managed, keeping time with his thrusts by sucking regularly, knowing that she would draw every last bit of cream from him.
When the moment came, Barbara was ready. The bulging, swelling of his root told her he was about to spill his load, and she licked up and down on the tip of his thing at an incredible speed to bring all his sauce out.
Jim grunted, went rigid all over, then spat a shot of come into Barbara's mouth. She held it there, refusing to swallow it, and waited for the second jerk. It came, harder, more copious than the first, and Barbara knew that now the spitting would be fast and furious.
She held as much of Jim's come in her mouth as she could, but with that huge dong raging inside her, there wasn't much room for anything else. Finally, when her cheeks were puffed out as if she were holding her breath, Barbara was forced to swallow the thick soup.
It was not that she didn't like the taste, quite the opposite in fact. Barbara wanted to savor all the hot cream while she could. Once it was coursing down her throat, there was nothing she could do about it. She gulped the gism down again and again, moaning softly as her body was coated with his love cream. Then, when Jim had completed about a dozen shots of come, she held the root in one hand and sucked on the tip with her lips, squeezing progressively higher on the shaft to get the last drops out of his urethra. It was like emptying toothpaste from an almost empty tube.
Barbara groaned her satisfaction when this manipulating produced two more drops of pearly cream, which she eagerly devoured. Jim pulled his dork out of her mouth slowly, breathing heavily, but utterly satisfied. There was nothing left inside him. His nuts were bone dry.
"Have you met the other doctor who's working on my case," Barbara said when they were arranged in a more socially acceptable position. "Well, he's not a doctor, really. He's an intern. But they call him 'Doctor.' "
"No, I haven't. Is he the one who came in to check on you before Dr. Ridgeman?"
"Yes, that's him."
"I thought as much."
"What do you mean?"
"You like this guy, don't you?"
"He's been very nice to me."
"I'll bet he has. Just how much of you did he examine?"
"He was as discreet as any doctor could possibly be. I think he only got a glimpse of my cunt hairs, that's all."
Jim looked down at her and scowled. He didn't like the idea of some jerk snooping around his girl's pussy, but he supposed it had to be, seeing as how the guy was studying to be a doctor.
"I think I should spend more time around here," he said.
"Oh, Jim, don't be a bore."
"Did you expect me not to be jealous?"
"Of course I did. That's why I'm telling you about Ward now."
"Oh, so it's Ward, is it?"
"Stop acting like a child. I'm not married to you, you can't tell me who to like and who not to. I'll bet if you had your way, you'd only let me have girls for friends. It'd be a kick in your ass if I turned lesbian on you."
"That's not funny." But Jim knew it was, and he broke out in a grin. "You're too much."
"I know. And I want you to meet Ward. You'd like him."
"If you don't mind, I'll steer clear of him."
"But why?"
"Because I'm afraid I'd bust his head."
"Jim you really are archaic, but I suppose it's one of the things I love about you. You won't want to hurt him, that's what I'm trying to tell you. If I'm any judge of people, you'll get along great together. Now why don't you go look for him and see if you can't have dinner together."
"I'm only doing this for you."
"Yes, baby, I know. Now run along and let me get some rest. And do me a favor, will you, and pull the call button for the nurse. I have to have the sheets changed."
"What are you going to tell them?"
"That I spilled some orange juice."
"Yeah, about a quart of it."
"You bastard. Out!" She laughed and lay back in the sopping bed, hoping her plan would work. If they do make friends, she thought, it won't be long before I'll have Ward's cock out in the open. It's not that I don't dig Jim, I just want tc get to know more people, and more cocks too.
Jim walked through the halls, trying to find the nurses station where he had first inquired for Barbara's room. Peering down one of the corridors that all looked the same to him, he accidentally bumped into Sarah.
"Oh excuse me," Jim said.
"That's quite all right," said Sarah, concentrating on the spot just above her left nipple where this big, gorgeous male had brushed against her. "No damage."
"As long as I've got you here," Jim said, "could you tell me where I might find an intern named Ward Pearson? "Ward?"
"You know him?"
"Intimately."
"Oh really," Jim said, giving this dark beauty the once-over-lightly with his eyes. When he stopped to look at her, she was really an amazing looking chick, even in that sterile uniform.
"I expect Ward's somewhere down around the Emergency Ward. That's where he's stationed."
"Thanks. Thanks a lot."
"Don't mention it. And thanks for the feel."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Where do you think you bumped into me, my fanny?"
"You mean I...."
"Yes, and it was nice. Oh, tell Ward I think I've got lead poisoning on my behind from the sink. He'll understand. Hope to see you around."
"You will." Jim continued through the hospital, following signs for the Emergency Ward. Ward is in the Emergency Ward, he thought. What a name for an intern. His father must have been a demented brain surgeon.
"Ward Pearson?"
"That's me. What can I do for you."
"I'm Jim Strapling, Barbara Thomas's fianc‚."
"You're engaged?" Ward gulped hard and backed away from this hulking bruiser.
"Not really. I just wanted to see your reaction when I told you."
"Don't get me wrong, Jim. I'm just an intern. No ulterior motives or anything."
"It's not you I'm worried about. It's Barbara. I've got a feeling she's got plans for you, and me too, I guess."
"You're kidding?"
"I don't kid about it when my woman is about to start playing around."
"You don't want to hit me here," Ward said. "Too messy. We could go into the operating room and then I'd be all ready for surgery."
"Cool it, Pearson. You're not fooling me. I can see you know how to handle yourself. I'm in no mood to fight over her anyway."
"You mean I can have her?"
"What?"
"I was only kidding, honest."
"Funny guy. Barbara said you'd be like this. Oh, by the way, I have a message for you from some nurse I bumped into in the hall on the way down here. From the looks of her, you don't have much need for Barb."
"Sarah, I suppose. What did she say?"
"Something about getting lead poisoning from the sink. She said you'd understand, but I certainly don't."
"That's all right. It's just a little in-joke we have that would take too long to explain."
"Barb said you might want to join me for dinner."
"She said that."
"Sure. Said we'd become bosom buddies by dessert."
"Charming girl. I'm free in an hour. Can you wait?"
"I'll meet you in the cafeteria at six."
"Fine." Ward watched the Hulk stalk off in the direction of Pediatrics and wondered what the hell was going on. Barbara has designs on me. I thought I was the one with the scheming, roving eye. But what about King Kong? He seems docile enough, but I'm sure he doesn't like being told to have a meal with the guy his girl wants to go to bed with. This whole thing is screwy. I've got another half a mind that says fuck the shit out of that Barbara. Let's take a vote. First half abstains, second half votes yes. That settles it. Fucked she'll be.
Dinner was less tense than Ward had expected. This Jim fellow turned out to be a pretty reasonable guy, nothing like he looked. They talked about trivial things, the weather, the hospital, schools they had been to, and then got down to cases with Barbara.
"Listen Ward, I'm not down on you for wanting her. I'm not even asking you to keep away from her. That's your business and Barbara's, really. It just bugs me that I can't do anything about it."
"Jim, you make it sound like I've been planning this for weeks, months. I just met the girl. She's cute, I like her, but I don't want to marry her."
"I know. She wants you though, I can tell. Not permanently. She'd just like to go to bed with you."
Ward felt like he was cheating on his best friend, stealing his girl out from under him. This Jim was making him feel real shitty.
"Listen, why don't you go ahead and beat up on me. You'd make me feel a lot better."
"Why wants to fight? I couldn't even if I were mad at you. If I found another girl I wanted to screw around with, I wouldn't want Barb getting all pissed and jealous. So I really don't have any right to either."
"I see your point. Well, I tell you what. Since you've been so honest with me, and we've both laid everything out in the open, I'll do what I can to keep away from her. But I don't know how long it'll last. I'm not big in the will power department."
The rest of the meal was spent discussing less controversial issues, like sex in general, a subject guaranteed to bring two strangers together on common ground after only a few minutes. By the time they had finished the last of their coffee, Ward had grown more fond of this big man, respecting him for his intelligence and easy-going way. And Jim had known all along that Barbara would be right, that he would take a liking to the intern. She was always right when it came to people.