Chapter 10
'Thank God, we've got a breather!" Cottrell said, and stripped off his blood-smeared plastic gloves.
Paula leaned back against the wall, her buttocks compressing spongily, and she lifted a lock of hair away from her check. She was breathing hard.
The last emergency case had been a messy one, from an auto wreck, and Nurse Swigert had just moved the patient to the recovery room. Whether or not he would recover was a serious question.
"I don't know how much more of this I can take!" Paula speculated aloud.
"Didn't I tell you?" Removing his soiled smock, Cottrell moved up to her. "I'm going to suggest you quit, though-you're too good at giving head."
"Doctor! Do you think that's something a lady-likes to hear?"
"Why not? I feel complimented when a woman tells me I've got a skillful tongue."
"You do have," Paula said.
He pulled her against him and gave her a warm, open kiss, putting his tongue to good use. She felt his penis fatten and go tense against her belly.
"We don't have time ... do we?" she asked. "You have your rounds to make."
"Well take time," he said, and hustled her toward his private office. He got her in there, and the door shut, before his other nurse reappeared.
"What will Nellie think ... when she finds us ... both gone at once?" Paula asked, speaking with some difficulty because the doctor was rubbing her breasts. Her nipples erected against her bra.
"Who cares what she thinks?" Cottrell retorted. "If she wasn't such a worker, and if pretty nurses like you weren't so hard to find, I would have fired her a long time ago."
"Doctor ... ? " Paula asked as he unbuttoned her uniform.
"Yes?" He slipped his hands under the edges of her dress and massaged her bra cups.
"When do I get a key to the drug locker?"
Cottrell pulled his hands out from under her uniform and fixed her with a penetrating look. "You a user?"
"No!" she exclaimed. "For goodness sake, why do you ask that?"
"What do you want the key for?"
"Well, in case Nellie is busy, and I have to administer some morphine in a hurry...."
"Then you ask me to open the locker for you." He continued to study her suspiciously.
She felt she had to divert his thoughts. "Are we, uh, going to have sex or not?"
"Pretty eager all of a sudden, aren't you?" he asked.
"Ooh, for God's sake!" Paula said, and turned, stomping a foot irritably. Her rounded ass-cheeks quivered in her thin uniform.
Cottrell moved up behind her and slipped his hands around her boobs. As he squeezed and rolled the resilient mounds, he whispered into her ear, "Baby, if you need a shot of something, I'll fix you up.
Paula realized that in her over-anxiousness she had bungled her attempt to get at the drugs. From now on, Cottrell would be watching her like a hawk. And if she did succeed in stealing a supply of Benzedrine, he would know she was the one who'd taken it.
She turned to face him. "I don't use drugs! I really don't. But I-oh shit, what's the use?"
"Right. Might as well level with me."
"At the school where I work, the athletic coach is blackmailing me. He demanded that I get him some Benzedrine for his track team." She felt relieved to let the truth out.
"So that's why you got this job, hmm?"
"Yes," Paula admitted, averting her eyes.
"The guy must really have something on you-what is it?"
"It's ... too awful to talk about," Paula said, still looking away.
"Did you kill somebody?"
"No, of course not!"
"How about robbing the school's milk fund."
"No."
"Then how bad can it be?"
"It has to do with, uh, sex."
"I see," Cottrell said. "The coach caught you and another teacher screwing on top of a desk, hmmmm?"
"Not another teacher," Paula said shamefully. "A student-a young boy. He took pictures of us."
"Holy shit!" Cottrell said.
"So you see, I'll be ruined unless I get him those bennies."
She didn't know why she was telling Cottrell all this, except that he had backed her into a comer ... and he did seem like a sympathetic sort. Also, she had to tell someone. That added up to three reasons.
"Giving amphetamines to young kids is risky," Cottrell said. 'They could get hooked on them. They could over-exert and hurt themselves. And you and the coach both could get your asses tossed into jail."
"I know that," Paula replied. "Believe me, I didn't want to do it!"
"Well, you're not going to do it," Cottrell said, massaging her buttocks. "Christ, you've got me horny! Let's fuck first, then well figure out something."
"Something like what?" Paula asked as he lifted her skirt.
"Some way to get you off the hook and maybe nail that bastard who's giving you a bad time." He started pulling her panties down, then stopped. "But how about that business with the young boys? Is that the only kind of action you go for?"
"You know better than that," Paula said, surprising herself with the quickness of her answer. "How about what we did last night?"
"I shoved my cock in your mouth and you sucked it," Cottrell replied. "That doesn't prove you like men, just that you didn't want to make me mad. You were after a job, don't forget."
"Well, I do like men-some men, at least. But I hate guys like Coach Decker!"
"Who doesn't?"
Cottrell pulled Paula's panties the rest of the way down, kneeling in front of her to remove them from her feet. He lifted her skirt and stuck his head under it.
"Ooh!" she exclaimed when his mouth smacked against her warm cunt.
His tongue plowed into her wiggly, slick flesh while her fur tickled the corners of his mouth and his nose. The bristly brush of his mustache stimulated her clit. He flicked his tongue against the tip of her tingly girl-cock.
"Uuuh ... ooooh ... I've got to ... lie down!" she panted, wavering on shaky legs.
Cottrell backed up from underneath her dress and guided her to the couch where he sometimes took cat naps. He helped her out of her dress and half-slip before easing her down onto the vinyl, which shocked her bare buttocks.
"Ooooo, that's cold!" she said, squirming.
"I'll warm you up," Cottrell replied, and knelt beside the couch on the floor.
He began by licking Paula's firm, shapely thighs. His tongue swabbed across her garter straps and glided underneath them. He licked along the rims of her nylons.
"Ooooh, doctor ... I" she breathed.
"Call me Felix," he murmured against one of her soft inner thighs, then boosted her near thigh over his head and rested it on his shoulder.
He bent to her unfurled pussy and licked its soft, warm folds of flesh while breathing in her musky-sweet scent and enjoying her tasty tang.
"Delicious cunt!" he said, his lips tickling her as they moved. "I like it better than filet mignon."
"I'd like a ... cock," Paula said with surprising boldness.
"In your mouth?" Cottrell asked, lifting his head.
"First," she replied. "Then in my pussy."
Cottrell bent once more between her warm thighs to give her cunt a last swirling caress with his penetrating tongue, then stood and lowered his trousers and shorts. His prick sprang out to stand quivering in turgid fullness.
Paula reached and grasped the sturdy shaft, her cool fingers curling around it to grip tightly. She pulled the man closer to her face. He planted one knee against the edge of the couch and spread his crotch above her face, supporting himself on the back of the sofa. Paula tilted his stiff prick down to her lips.
She amazed herself by the eagerness with which she went after the full-grown male, because she felt her tastes hadn't changed that much. She still preferred young boys. It evidently was because Dr. Cottrell was going to help her that she was attracted to him, she thought as she began to suck his long, rigid cock.
He bore down and into her wet mouth with twisty, gliding strokes as her lips worked lovingly on his rod. Her head rose and fell rhythmically against his face-fucking motions. Her lips clasped him warmly as they skidded up and down his greased pole. Her tongue cradled his throbbing glans, which he pushed deeper into her mouth with every thrust until finally he was fucking her throat as well.
Paula was like a sword swallower as she took his deep plunges without gagging, her throat flaring to admit his large cockhead, then smoothly caressing it as it withdrew. The doctor's balls plopped against her chin.
Her pussy sizzled all the while, drooling warm juice down between her plump buttocks. She writhed, causing her aroused cunt lips to rub against one another.
Finally Cottrell pulled his wet cock out of her mouth, and it swung twitchingly above her face, dangling a string of saliva.
"Fuck me, Felix!" she said, her eyes wet and dreamy.
He climbed on top of her, but held his hips back while he unhooked and removed her brassiere. He rubbed her rounded, lush breasts, whose tips bristled. He caught her nipples between his fingers and thumbs and rolled them, pinching hard enough to make her bite her lip.
Grasping his prick, he -lined it up with the fleshy gash between her thighs. He nosed his bare cockhead into her wealth of softness, finding her as wet as any woman he had entered-but snug, at the same time, as he slowly slipped his tool all the way into her.
"Little boys' cocks have kept your pussy small," he said, grinding his prick deep inside her. Her flesh writhed clingingly around his probe.
"Go ahead and stretch me!" she said. "Fuck meee! Ooh shit, I NEEEED IT!"
The doctor began to stroke his prick in and out of her clasping love tunnel, rippling its walls with his gristly, wide ridge. Paula could feel his veins as well, backed by the bone-like hardness of his column.
It did feel pretty good, she admitted to herself, to have a prick-reach all the way up inside her ... to have its man-sized thickness stretch her pussy's mouth and expand the walls of her channel in voluptuous waves. She raised her ass from the couch each time Cottrell powered deeply into her. His wiry bush ground into her pussy fluff, his balls tickling her anus. Each of his long, gliding strokes rubbed the tip of her clit delightfully, sending new wanton sensations to her already over-stimulated brain.
"Oooooh " she said. "Yesssss! That's good fucking! Oooh, I like your big prick!"
"Was that ME talking? she wondered wildly as she heard the voice continue:
"Stick it wayyyyy into me, Felix! Oooh, wowwww! You're tickling my tonsils! You make my pussy feel so goooood!"
"Your pussy is a treasure!" Felix said as he slowly and powerfully pumped inside her. "It's clasping my cock like a fist! Oooh, roll those muscles, baby! Give my rod a hot, fucking massage!"
"Yessssss!" she hissed, and writhed more wantonly, working her deep inner muscles around the man's probing, thick cock.
The door opened, and Nurse Swigert stuck her head in. She gasped as she watched the doctor and his new nurse screwing on the couch.
"You fucking old bat!" Cottrell raged, but kept stroking his prick into Paula. "Why didn't you knock?"
"Because I wanted to catch you just like that!" the frumpish nurse replied, red-faced. "The administrator's going to find out about it!"
"Come in here," Cottrell said, then looked down at the pretty nurse beneath him. "I'm sorry, Paula, but we're going to have to take care of her, too. You don't mind too much, do you?"
"Ooh shit, I don't mind anything now!" she said, writhing as her eyelids fluttered.
Nellie Swigert quickly entered the room. She began stripping the clothes from her dumpy form. Paula scarcely noticed the other woman, because Felix's long, bone-hard prick felt so good as it surged rhythmically deep into her quaking, swirling vagina.
But she was forced to notice Nellie soon enough when the fat nurse swung a leg over her recumbent form and squatted astride her face while embracing Felix. He kissed Nellie and hefted her soft, floppy tits as Paula was confronted by the first pussy in her life that she was expected to suck. It wasn't a very appealing pussy, as pussies went, and it had a pungent aroma. The perspiring crack of Nellie's ass had an earthy quality about it which offended Paula's nostrils as it settled over her nose. But she was still getting Felix's fine cock shoved up into her cunt, and she was so deeply sunk in wanton passion that she pressed her lips to Nellie's soft, warm twat and let her tongue rise into the strange-tasting feast.
Nellie writhed, grinding her breasts into Felix's grasping hands. Their tongues stroked, first in her mouth then in his. Her fat ass gyrated against Paula's face, and the dismayed younger woman licked and sucked Nellie's cunt as her own slit continued to be speared relentlessly by Felix's strong, stiff prick.
Paula was forced to push the other woman's buttocks up a bit, so she could get a breath of fresh air, but her tongue continued waggling in Nellie's drizzly, warm twat. The plump woman writhed more fervently astride Paula's face. Felix squeezed the fat tits he was holding.
"Aaaahhhhh!" Nellie cried, lurching, her buttocks flopping against Paula's cheeks. "I'm going to ... CUMMMMM!"
She did come, with Paula's tongue inside her. She gushed what seemed like a gallon of female honey down Paula's gulping throat. Felix pumped his prick harder into the woman who was on the bottom, evidently because he knew she needed it-and Paula ignored all the unpleasantness which had been forced upon her as she gained a throbbing, mind-blowing release around his fast-fucking rod.
He spurted, hosing the depths of her quaking chasm. Her stocking-clad legs kicked in the air.
"That fat cow!" she said later, after Nellie had returned to her duties outside.
Paula was still trying to spit the taste of the other woman from her mouth, but with little success.
"Give me your cock!" she told Felix, pulling his relaxed penis toward her face. "I need something that tastes good!"
Felix knelt astride her neck and let his prick dangle down to her lips as his balls rested on her chin. She licked his moist cockhead ardently, swirling her soft tongue round and round it. She bobbled his glans to and fro while waggling her tongue across its tip.
Her tongue shoved his spongy knob up against her nostrils as she licked the underside of his penis, then she used her hand to hold his prick higher and walked her tongue-tip down to its base. She licked his bobbing balls which, even though sweaty, tasted and smelled a lot better than Nellie's crotch.
Paula seized one of the doctor's nuts in her mouth and sucked it.
He groaned, writhing pleasurably, and his soft cock flopped to and fro across her nose. Her nostrils flared as they took in the humid scent of his stalk.
She sucked his other ball, then licked underneath his testicles while the soft, egg-like shapes straddled her nose. His prick waved in mid-air and stiffened up. By the time Paula's tongue had worked its way back up to the crown of his pecker, his shaft was serviceable once more and his glans had swelled so that it gave her a mouthful.
She champed on it, sucking and swallowing greedily. She raked Felix's prickhead with the edges of her teeth.
"Get onto your hands and knees!" he rasped. "I want to give it to you dog-style!"
He backed up, and Paula quickly turned over, sticking her ass in the air. Un-like Steve, he didn't take advantage of her vulnerable position to put his prick where nature hadn't intended it to go. He thrilled Paula by shoving the knob-ended tool far up her pussy.
"Oooooh, yessssss!" she hissed, grinding her hips. "Fuck me like the bitch I am! Drive your prick right throoouuugh meeee!"
He fucked her with long, steady strokes, shaking her buttocks as his front smacked against the springy mounds. She writhed, rubbing her tits against the vinyl couch. Her cheek also pressed against the vinyl as she gasped and moaned.
Thrust after thrust of the man's rigid prick speared lustily into her, and she shook from hips to shoulders, rolling with the waves of male power. Her pussylips gobbled heatedly around his gliding rod. Moisture dripped from his cock each time he withdrew it.
He speeded up, shafting her hot cunt faster and faster. A fine spray shot out of her flaring slit, dampening his bush and balls. The couch shook. Paula moaned fervently.
Finally she came as he drilled her hot hole with fierce abandon. When his spurts jetted into her pussy, she knew she had experienced a breakthrough:
She had been screwed and re-screwed by a mature man and had loved it!
Perhaps there was hope for her yet, she decided.