Chapter 3
The morning that Barbara was to leave North Island County Hospital, Jim and Ward were present along with Dr. Ridgeman to see her off.
"I'll be back," she told them when she had finished dressing and let them in to see her.
"I hope not," said Dr. Ridgeman.
"Not as a patient, but as a student nurse. I've found at long last the career I've been looking for."
"That's very funny," Jim said. "Now let me take your bags and we'll get going."
"I'm serious," she said, sitting down on her suitcase. "Dr. Ridgeman, can you help me get started?"
"Are you sure you want to become a nurse? I detect a hint of other reasons floating around."
"Doctor, how could you suspect me of conniving like that. I want to be a nurse, and I want to start training immediately."
"All right then. It just so happens I have an opening in the intensive training program that begins at the beginning of next week. Come to room 124 at seven-thirty sharp Monday morning. You'll begin classes then. Mind you, this is no easy thing you're taking on. After the first two weeks you'll probably be too tired to tell me how badly you want to quit the program. But I'm willing to take a gamble on you."
"Thanks, Doc. I won't let you down."
"It was you I was thinking of."
In Jim's car on the way back to her apartment, the two of them discussed her momentous decision.
"You're nuts," Jim said unequivocally.
"True, but I'm great in bed."
"Stop fucking around. Why are you really doing this? It's to be near Ward, isn't it?"
"So, it's Ward now, is it?"
"What if it is. I still don't have to like the idea, do I?"
"Ward is only part of it. I really do want to train for a nurse, and don't ask me to spout all those high-minded ideals about medicine and all that shit. I'm doing it because I think it would be fun."
"When they bring in that guy whose lost his arm in a factory accident, and you've got to help stitch him up, then come to me and tell me how much fun begin a nurse is."
"Over-dramatic as usual," Barbara said.
"We'll see. Remember, you were only a patient there. You didn't get to see what nurses do every day they work there."
"And that's just why I want to give it a try. If it doesn't work out, I'll go on to something else. But let me find out for myself, okay?"
"Okay," he said begrudgingly.
The next Monday Barbara started her intensive training. For the next two weeks she worked like a dog, trying to pick up in that short time the knowledge she would need to save human lives, an obviously inadequate time period.
"Don't worry," Dr. Ridgeman told her. "This is merely to get you oriented, so you know your way around the hospital. The real training will come after these first two weeks.
"You see, Barbara, what I'm trying to do by instituting this new scheme, is reduce the time it takes for a woman to become a nurse, while at the same time giving her a more comprehensive, practical knowledge of the field."
"Don't those two goals contradict themselves?"
"No, my dear, they don't. You see, you'll be spending four hours in the afternoon on the job, a member of a team that will be dealing with actual patients. Your duties, of course, will be minimal, but you will learn nursing far faster than if you spent two years in school."
"How long will it take before I become a Registered Nurse?"
"Only half the time. You should be registered within a year."
"That's great, but I don't want any part of it, Dr. Ridgeman, if it means jeopardizing any of the lives of your patients. What if I make a mistake, I mean it won't be as if I were working on a cadaver."
"Your objection is well taken, but you have nothing to worry about. You will not be asked to perform anything which you have not already mastered in class. This method of instruction, though, will enable you to learn the techniques twice as fast as was previously possible."
"I get it, kind of like a speed reading course."
"Well, I wouldn't call it that, but you may."
In two weeks, the Doctor's program had been approved by the Board, and Barbara was assigned to Dr. Ridgeman's team, at the request of a certain young intern who also happened to be on the same emergency squad.
"You're doing fine," Ward said one day after they had just treated a woman for second and third degree burns.
"You think so, huh? Maybe outside, but I think my vital organs melted after that last one. Will she be all right?"
"Hard to say just now. But Dr. Ridgeman knows what he's doing, so don't worry."
"I know I'm supposed to care, Barb, otherwise you'd have no business being here. But when that patient is on the operating table, don't let your feelings get ahead of your skill and control."
"Yes, sir, Doctor, sir."
"Cut it out. Let's get some lunch."
They met Sarah in the cafeteria and Ward asked her to join them.
"I'd be delighted. It's been so long since I've seen much of you."
"Sarah, behave yourself. I guess you two have met."
"We've bumped into each other in the halls," Barbara said. "I guess I've been hoarding your boyfriend a little lately."
"That's quite all right," Sarah said. "There's plenty of him to go around."
"Hold it girls, just hold it. I'm not going to have any squabbles on my hands. If you two want to discuss something together, you can do it on your own time, not on mine."
"Well, what did you expect me to do," Sarah said.
"She's right, Ward."
"Whose side are you on?" he asked Barbara.
"Mine. I don't want to make any enemies. I think we're making this whole thing bigger than it really is."
"Honey," Sarah said, "you obviously haven't seen just how big it is. Otherwise you wouldn't be so complacent."
"Really," Barbara said, getting interested. "Just how big is it?"
"This is ridiculous," Ward said, starting to rise.
"Don't go, baby," Sarah said. "This is just getting good. Now, Barbara, just how much do you think you can handle?"
"Are you insinuating what I think you're insinuating?"
"Well, honey, you do seem to have a small body frame."
"I thought registered nurses were supposed to have some knowledge of anatomy. Even I know body size doesn't determine cunt size, if you'll pardon my French."
"Chalk one up for Barbara," Ward said, taking a pencil from his coat pocket and keeping score on the paper place mat.
"Would you shut up," Sarah said. "Barbara and I are trying to have an intelligent discussion."
"Where were we?" the other girl said. "Oh yes, the size of my cunt. Suffice it to say there's not a man in this hospital I couldn't fit up my hole."
"Don't you think that's a bit of a rash statement?"
"Sarah, you'd have to see me to believe me.
"I'd rather see Ward. It's nothing personal, but men's cocks are so much nicer than other women's cunts."
"One for Sarah," Ward said.
"That's just as rash a statement as the one you claim I made. How do you know till you've tried it?"
"Hear that, Ward? You're starting to mess around with a bi-sexual. I hope you know what's good for you."
"You women are incredible. I've seen cats who behaved better than you."
"And who said anything about being AC-DC? I'm as straight as they come."
"And just how do they come?" Sarah asked.
"Hard and heavy. But ask Ward in a week or two. He'll be able to give you all the details."
"That does it," he said. "I'm leaving. All this bile floating around isn't good for my digestion. I leave you women to sort this out, especially the bit about my hopping on to you, Barb. In case you haven't noticed, men like to make their own decisions about who they're going to ball. Have a nice lunch."
Ward picked up his tray and moved to the opposite end of the cafeteria, sitting with his back to the girls.
"That's quite a man," Barbara said.
"You're damn right he is."
During the next few weeks, Ward found it difficult to keep his mind off either of the girls. Sarah was punishing him for this whole business with Barbara, and Ward in turn, was trying desperately and barely successfully to keep his word with Jim.
Sitting at home alone in his apartment one night after a particularly boring day at North Island, Ward found himself pacing around the living room, rubbing his crotch. Ridiculous, this is ridiculous, he kept muttering to himself. I'm horny as a mother and nothing to do about it. Shit, look at this, completely alone in here with a hard-on as big as a railway spike.
Ward paced into the bedroom and flopped down on the bed. He was too hot for words, it had been over a week since his cock had tasted pussy, and he couldn't stand it any longer. He zipped open his pants in a rapid, tortured movement, then pulled down his shorts to let his huge dork out.
"Most beautiful mother prick in the whole world," he said, admiring its tremendous length and width. "Shit, I'd sure like to eat this mother. I wonder what it would be like." Ward was so frantic for sex that any sexual thought he entertained, no matter how bizarre, seemed appealing to him.
"Maybe I should try and eat myself. What a kick. Sarah would never believe it. But it's her fucking fault. I wouldn't be reduced to doing this shit if it weren't for her damn jealousy." He sat back against the headboard and stared at his swollen member. The head was big and round, except for its front which was flattened and blunt. The little vertical slit looked uncannily like a mouth in miniature.
Ward wanted to kiss his cock's mouth. He knew what he was thinking was more insane than anything else he'd ever done with a girl, let alone himself, but he just had to try it. He held his cock firmly by the root and leaned over, trying to kiss it with his puckered lips. Shit, he thought, I hope there are no hidden cameras in here. I must look like an ass-hole.
But Ward couldn't reach his cock, even though it was bigger and longer than most men's. He cursed his lips for not being able to stretch the necessary two or three inches needed to make contact, and tried to think of another way around this obstacle.
He yanked on his dong rhythmically to keep it hard, but thoughts of Barbara and Sarah made that unnecessary. As he stood up to think things over, his cock soared almost a foot into the air, a beautiful arrow of sexual prowess. If there was only a way he could get at the thing.
Maybe I should just jack-off, like normal men in my condition. No. that's too simple, too easy. I need something really perverse, really weird to make it extra good. What I really need is a fuck, but there's nothing around to ball.
He bent over again and tried to reach his dork, but the downward motion of his back sent his hips back behind him and the dong receded as he lowered himself. Fuck, he thought, getting hornier by the second. He ran to the bathroom and started rummaging around for a bottle or jar with a mouth big enough to take his huge member in. In the process of looking, his dork deflated a touch, and he thought he had found what he needed. It was a bottle that contained pills for headaches, and Ward quickly emptied them onto the toilet seat. Then he stuffed the plastic bottle with cotton so his dong would have something to fuck, and placed his dork into the mouth of the bottle.
Holding it in one hand, he jerked it back and forth over his prick, closing his eyes and trying to imagine that he was fucking Barbara or Sarah, he didn't particularly care which. But then disaster struck. The more he excited himself, the bigger his cock grew until the shaft was rubbing uncomfortably hard against the mouth of the bottle.
"Shit," Ward said when he realized that he was stuck. He yanked on the jar but it wouldn't budge, so he sat down on the toilet, spilling the pills onto the floor, and waited. A few minutes later he could free himself, and in his frustration he threw the entire mess out, including the pills.
Then he went through every drawer, looked in every cabinet for a bottle with a bigger neck, but there was nothing he could use. There were all kinds of cream and lotions he could smear onto his body, but he'd done that before in his high school days, and now he wanted something more sophisticated.
I've got to blow myself. It's the only way. He lay down on the bed and rested from his previous exertion in the bathroom. Rubbing his balls gently and fingering his shaft, he soon had another glorious hard-on, and this time he could almost feel his balls turning blue.
Wait a minute. I've been going at this the wrong way. Bending over to reach it would never work, but there is another way. He jumped off the bed in blatant glee, positive now that he could accomplish his perverse task.
He sat on the edge of the bed, leaned forward to give himself momentum, then threw his legs over his head, doing a somersault but not completing the roll. He ended up with his knees touching his ears, his ass way up in the air, his feet somewhere around his pillow and his cock only inches away from his face.
Ward's neck was bent so that his chin was pressed hard against his chest. It was difficult for him to breathe, but after a while he caught the hang of it, and balancing himself with one arm on the bed, used the other hand to grab his dork and stretch it toward his mouth.
Oh momma this is going to work, he thought, the tip of his dork just brushing against his lips. Lying on the bed like this gives my spine the extra leverage it needs to bend, my body weight forcing me to curve more so my head gets closer to my dork. Dr. Ridgeman would be proud of this exercise!
But Ward was still not satisfied with his position. He could just kiss his tip, and with his tongue he could lick the head, but Ward wanted more, he wanted the whole mother head in his mouth so he could suck and tug at it like Sarah had done so many times.
Carefully, so he would not get a cramp, he uncurled himself, and stood up, listening to his spine creak as it straightened. Then he went to the living room, grabbed a couple of small pillows and brought them back to the bed. He propped them up strategically, then rolled himself backward again so that his head rested on the pillows, forcing it up even more, giving him a more pronounced arch.
Now, he thought, now I'll get it. His cock was hard with only the thought of eating himself, and as he maneuvered his ass over his head, the dork touched his lips without the help of his hand. He kissed at it and licked it lovingly, finding out why the women were so attracted to it.
Its texture was smooth and firm, a fortress of love that he wanted to unleash into his own mouth. Ward pushed down on his ass and the head of his dork poked in between his lips.
Ward moaned. The pleasure was exquisite. He had never felt so good before, cramped back or not. He humped himself as best he could, forcing his dong in deeper, finally getting a good grip on the head with his lips, holding there as his tongue worked magnificent things on the tip.
He slid his pink poker into the mouth of his cock, and for the first time in his life, he tasted his own love juice. Wild bolts of liquid fire shot through him as he lapped the drops up, swallowing their goodness and moaning with delight as his licking only succeeded in bringing more sauce to his cock's mouth.
His prick was obliging him, giving him just what he wanted, and Ward was grateful. He sucked on his member till the head was bright red, giving himself a hicky to end all hickies.
The experience was so novel, so amazing, that it only took a matter of seconds to get Ward off. He felt the tip suddenly get hard, and he pushed down even more on his butt, getting the rim of his head behind his lips and into his hungry mouth.
"I'm going to come. I'm going to come in my mouth. This is terrific. It's too much. Oh fuck, there it is, it's getting ready, I'm gonna spew spunk any second. Ahhh!" Hot gushes of cream coursed down Ward's mouth, spilling into his throat with fierce rapidity. He was to swallow fast to keep from choking on the gism, and he couldn't control his muscular contractions. They just kept coming and coming till he thought he would blow a pubic fuse.
His mouth was filled with his own come, the taste thrilling him and making him spit more sauce into his mouth. It was easy now for him to keep his dork in his mouth. It was there of its own accord, coming vibrantly, the head spitting furiously into his mouth. Finally the deluge ceased, and a weary Ward fell limp on his side, almost immediately falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Ward was not the only one horny enough to resort to something as sordid and lewd as blowing himself. Sarah cursed herself every lonely minute of the night for rejecting her man, needing him and wanting his cock shoved up her juicy and empty cunt.
But she was stubborn, and was determined not to be the first to break. Ward had told her of his promise to Jim to keep away from Barbara, but the big dark-haired woman wasn't taken in by that. She would hold back her cunt from him if it killed her.
And just about now, after a week of no fucking, Sarah was beginning to think her horny nature would kill her. She was dying for a fuck, aching for cock, for fresh meat that would fill her box and make it pour cream. She almost ran to the telephone to call her lover, and if she had she would have gladly begged for him to come over and give her what she needed.
But she stood firm, or rather lay firm, lying on the bed and staring blankly at the ceiling, trying to think of who was going to win the pennant that year. But it was no use, sex has always been a greater drive than baseball, and it always will be. Sarah rolled over on her stomach and looked into her pillow, pretending it was Ward.
"Hello, baby. How about a fuck? Yes I know I said you couldn't, but I've changed my mind. I'm dying for one, can't you tell?" She got up on her knees and lifted up her nightgown, showing the pillow her dripping cunt.
"Look at all the sauce, and it's going to waste. Won't you fuck me, suck me, pet me, wet me? You're cock is so big, so meaty, so good to eat. Let me eat your cock."
She leaned down on her hands and knees and took the pillow to her, undulating her hips in the air as she began biting and kissing a corner of the pillow, almost seeing Ward's cock in its place.
"Mmmmmm, so good, I could eat you forever." She began chewing mightily on the thing, her mouth full of saliva, a sign of her incredible lust. The pillow became moist with spittle, and Sarah groaned and grunted over it, twanging the tip with her tongue, trying to get it to come in her mouth.
"Doesn't that get you hot, darling? Maybe you'd prefer it if I let you fuck me. I know you want to. You're just playing hard to get. Here, take my pussy. It's yours, all motherfucking yours."
And with that she grabbed the pillow, and using the edge that was now soaked with moisture, began stuffing up her gorgeous cunt hole, moaning and sighing as the foam rubber inched up her pussy.
She kneeled on the bed, her breasts high, her head thrown back, her mouth open. With both hands she pushed increasingly harder, till almost a third of the pliant pillow was crammed up her cunt. She screamed with delight as the tip that had entered her first touched the tip of her cervix, tickling her with lusty strokes as the pillow surged deeper.
At last she was stuffed with pillow, jammed full of foam rubber. Her cunt was huge, distended and swollen with this strange meat. And now Sarah was getting off on it, starting to come with hard downward shoves from her hips, shudders that shook her entire body as she vented her pent up emotions on the cotton material, burying it in a mound of steaming scum.
Barbara too was having problems, but they weren't nearly on the drastic level of Ward and Sarah. Jim was being a nuisance, still claiming that she was interested in Ward, which in fact, she was, but she kept telling him he had nothing to worry about. Both of them were as horny as their masturbating acquaintances, but they had each other to soothe their frazzled nerves.
"I need you," Jim said one evening when he was having dinner with Barbara.
"Darling, I want you too. Please don't be upset about Ward. You've got to believe me that there's nothing serious between us."
"I believe you. But that's now. Later I know something will be between you, his cock."
"Why do we always end up talking about
Ward's cock. I haven't even seen it yet."
"Yet, did you hear yourself. You intend to see it, don't you?"
"Yes, for Pete's sake, I intend to, but that's nothing that should upset you. Things like this happen all the time. I can't understand why you're being so provincial about it. I don't love Ward, I love you. It's just that I'm attracted to him and would like to fuck him once or twice. Is there anything so horrible about that?"
"I might lose you."
"You'll never lose me." She went to him and took his hand. "I love you, you big dope."
He kissed her and held her tightly, knowing deep inside that she was right. He had no right to go on like this. It would be worse for their relationship than her future affair with Ward. But as they kissed and got hot, Jim knew that he had one ace in the hole. And that was Ward's promise to keep away from Barbara. He knew he would keep his word. Now it was just up to his girl, to see who was the stronger.
"Let's go into my bedroom," Barbara coaxed, unzipping Jim's fly.
"We haven't finished eating."
"I know. I want to do it in there. I need dessert. Dessert and meat at the same time. That's what I get from your big, fat cock."
She led him into the bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed, making him watch as she undressed. Jim's eyes grew with this cock as her breasts appeared, large twin globes that shone brilliantly, seemingly of their own angelic light.
"Kiss me, Jim, Kiss me here, on my nipples." She held her red, pointed tips out to him, pinching them slightly to get them up. They were lovely things, ripe for plucking, ready to be sucked. And Jim wasted no time in complying with her request. His mouth was over her left boob in a flash, tasting its sweetness and covering the head of her tit with juicy saliva.
Barbara writhed to her man's touch, pushing her chest out to stuff more of her jugs into his mouth. They were beautiful tits, and Barbara had even gotten herself to come by fondling them by herself in front of her mirror. They were so perfect, so firm and big that she could hardly resist them herself. And now she was so horny that the temptation was too great.
While Jim worked diligently at one of her nipples, Barbara raised her other breast to her mouth, bending the nipple back to place it in her mouth. She held it at length for just a moment to gaze on its wrinkled loveliness. The smooth skin surrounding the knob had shriveled up, contracted so that the tip could grow and expand. And that it did, pushing pertly outward with each lick on its sister, excited by the very knowledge that it was soon to enjoy the same comforts.
Barbara opened her mouth and lowered her head, her thick locks of hair falling around her breast, hiding from view. But on the inside, behind the tent her hair had created, Barbara could see the knob rise still more in the subdued light. She let her tongue slide out of her mouth, moist and alluring, and let it lick leisurely at the tip of her tit. Her body quivered with excitement as tiny sparks of joy flitted through her breast and spread a warm glow throughout her chest.
The twin glows of the two tongues working on her breasts mingled at her cleavage, then spread further out to envelope her entire body. Barbara was supercharged with sex, and the focal points of her excitement were her nipples. They seemed to be alight with passion, lit with love, and now the two of them, both Jim and Barbara made little mad sucking noises as she neared her peak.
With a heaving jerk that almost made her lose her balance, Barbara jumped in the air and cried with joy, the sound garbled because her mouth was full of tit meat. Her cunt exploded in that instant and Jim's pants were liberally sprayed with hot juice.
Her tits still throbbing from their exquisite massage, Jim stripped himself, threw his woman roughly on the bed, and proceeded to fuck the everloving shit out of her.