Chapter 9
Roger's half-reluctant lovemaking had been no balm for Dottie's insomnia. After lying awake staring at the ceiling and listening to her husband's grunting snores, she slunk out of bed and into her robe and stationed herself at the kitchen table, a steaming cup of coffee at her elbow while her fingers had played over the telephone dial. Ward B wouldn't answer. Every five minutes her fingers had retraced those same numbers and still no answer.
At last, tense and fidgety, she had pushed her chair back from the table and sauntered to the front door to fetch the morning paper. For several sleepy-eyed minutes she had sat staring at the printed pages, but mental distractions had cheated her of concentration just as Roger had cheated her out of an orgasm. The same menial images that had been plaguing her all evening kept returning to bother her lectures of that sweet Amy Hanson being beaten bloody or raped savagely by those despicable sex fiends kept flashing through her mind. Dottie had wrestled with her instincts for a few moments longer, then threw down the newspaper, stomped toward the bathroom and readied herself for work. To come in early would be a favor to Amy and if something was wrong they could sit and drink coffee together ... no harm done.
Half an hour later, with the sky turning baby pink, she had stormed to Ward B passing by the employees lounge where Satchmo sat slumped over in a drunken stupor and charged on to the nurses' station to find it empty. Her keen instincts warned her of misbehavior, and she checked the sleeping ward, finding Butch's, Ben's and Josh's beds empty. Something odd was going on somewhere; she could sense it. Then from the patient's lounge she had heard muffled, grunting sounds that smacked of intrigue. Her curiosity would drive her mad unless she found out for herself exactly what was going on back there in the Ladies' room.
Dottie's lithe willowy form vibrated nervously as she stared in fascinated horror at the trio who lay panting on the Ladies' Room cot. A second ago, she had witnessed them all involved in something she had never dreamed in her wildest erotic fantasies. There, all tangled up in a wild pornographic canvas of arms and legs and-oh, yes-male penises-was that sweet young widow, Amy Hanson, with two men using her mouth and vagina at the same time and another plunging his finger into her anus! Dottie's horror had lasted only until she realized with a shameful start, that the fantastic spectacle was arousing her violently. Roger's on-again-of-again lovemaking had done nothing to quell the storm up there between her legs.
Then, moving back into the darkness, she had lifted her white uniform and wormed her finger up under the elastic leg band of her panties to massage the growing nub of her clitoris, peering every few minutes around the doorway to make sure it was no figment of her love-starved imagination. Her finger had slithered up into that hungry hole in a brutal rhythm bringing her within a hair's breadth of her climax when Butch Hotchkins had discovered her.
Now she stood blushing in chagrined embarrassment before these three naked, insolent sex fiends and Amy Hanson. The crisp skirt of Dottie's uniform was still wrapped high around her full hips where she had pulled it up in the heat of her excitement.
"I'll be a sonofabitch! Look what I found outside the door." Dottie went red from her hair line to the neckline of her uniform. Lord, she sizzling with mortification! "Found her outside the door finger in' her cunt and grindin' them buttocks back and forth." Butch turned to the mortified woman. "Show us how ya were doin' that, Dottie ... pushin' that skinny finger up in yer pussy."
Dottie wanted to die.
"Wah, mah goodness," Josh drawled, propping his sweat-shiny body up on one elbow, shooting her a toothy Cheshire cat grin. "I do believe we're blessed with the day nurse come to join our li'l party. How sweet."
Dottie swallowed dryly and returned a crooked smile, not sure of what to say, not sure she even wanted to escape from what was obviously going on. Her body still raged with lust and for a second, almost envied Amy Hanson for lying there naked with all that male virility hunkering around her.
"Oh, God, Dottie ... I'm so sorry you got dragged into this mess," Amy moaned from where she lay sprawled on the cot. "These ... these men ... th-they're crazy ... they raped me ... "
"Oh shut up," growled Butch. "You weren't complainin' a minute ago and Nurse Tomkins here don't look like no male cock's gonna kill 'er."
Dottie shivered with secret excitement, Butch's awesomely masculinity and lewd words flustering her, making her blush right down to her toenails. Something told her that she should run, get out of there fast. These were no ordinary men off the streets-they were hardened rapists. Still, being face to face with no glass cage to separate her from them was alarmingly arousing. Her hungry blue eyes raked over their naked sweat shimmering muscles of their biceps, broad chests, then swooping down to include the intimate vee of their loins. Well hung all of them. Dottie gulped dryly, her pupils dilated. Dear God, why couldn't it have been her lying there naked and streaked with male sperm instead of Amy!
"Sheitttt! It's the sheet for sure now," moaned Ben, looking ready to cry.
Josh slapped him on the back cheering him up. "Come on, man ... who's the one been talkin' 'bout stuffin' his cock in ol' horse face's mouth, huh?"
"Yeah, that should get out cock's jumpin' again," Butch said eagerly. "Let's get Miss Tits here and Dottie together sucking each other off!"
The three men bellowed jubilantly while Dottie Tomkin's ears sizzled from the lewd insinuation, the happy anticipation fading from her face. Fearfully, she searched the three men's eyes for some sign of factiousness. There was none.
"Oh, no," she faltered. "I ... can't do ... I mean, I've never ... "
Dottie's eyes came last to Amy who met her gaze with quiet despair.
"You'd better do as they say," said Amy calmly, staring levelly into Dottie's bright eyes, her own gray ones smoked over with lust. "Their methods of persuasion are pretty painful." Her eyes roved over her naked body to emphasize the red welts cross-hatching her legs.
Dottie gulped and nodded, then sucked in her breath as her eyes fell on the pale red traces on Amy's creamy naked flesh. Slowly, as if she were in some kind of trance, Dottie reached behind her and worked at the zipper of her white uniform. Slipping the garment off her shoulders, she let it puddle to the floor, revealing her white lace garter belt, skimpy panties and a low cut brassiere. The men in the room gasped in appreciation. Nobody had guessed Dottie Tomkins was hiding beneath her baggy uniforms one of the hottest bodies this side of the French Quarter.
True ... Dottie's flesh was firm and smooth as a teenager. The bounteous swell of her large milky breasts all but overflowed the cups of her lace brassiere and her waist narrowed to a trim curve above her full, well proportioned hips and slender thighs. Even Amy gazed admiringly at the marble white flesh of the day nurse's body. Her husband Roger was a lucky man, indeed, but sadly ignorant of his blessing, according to Dottie's complaints about their love life. As for Amy, she had far to fall before she came down off the sexual peak these three men had abandoned her with. Unaccustomed to being in the presence of a naked woman, she became unexpectedly aroused at the sight of Dottie's delicious bumps and curves.
"Come here, Dottie," Amy whispered throatily. "Let me help you."
Dottie hesitated for a moment, looking from face to face and finding no solace, then sauntered over to stand beside the bed. Slowly Amy rose and stood shimmeringly naked beside the other woman, her wild gray eyes roving curiously over the full rounded well-molded body. The next few seconds passed in a haze and when Amy grabbed control of her senses it was to find her fingers fumbling with the clasp of Dottie's brassiere, gently pulling the garment away from her shivering shoulders. Amy dropped the brassiere to the floor to join the garment litter there and then reached out to tentatively touch the pale gleaming skin of Dottie's melonous breasts.
Those milky orbs jutted proudly from her chest like two ripe cantaloupes, their large brown nipples already puckered and kissable. As though in humble homage to their dramatic succulence, Amy's fingers traced a trembling path over the smooth swell of Dottie's breasts, circling and finally coming to rest on the sensitive tips. The young nurse felt a strangely tempting arousal at her unaccountable bravery and she stared boldly into Dottie's face to register the effect as she began to squeeze and pinch her nipples. To her delight, she watched Dottie's eyes close in ecstasy, as beneath her busy fingers the soft flesh contracted and hardened into tight little rosebuds under her soft womanly touch.
Her mind soared with joy at her power to control another woman's body; Amy slipped her hands down along Dottie's silken torso and began to tug gently at the garter belt.
"Oh ... no," breathed Dottie hoarsely, her eyes two burning coals of indecision and temptation. "Please, no, Amy ... oh God, what would Roger ... think?"
"Relax, Dottie," murmured Amy salaciously standing nakedly next to Dottie. "I won't hurt you ... believe me. Relax."
Dottie stared Amy in the eye and said in a hoarse whisper that evaded male ears. "I ... didn't know you were ... that way, Amy."
The small Ladies Room was sizzling with sexual energy, and steam nearly rose off the floor as the trio of naked men stood panting around the young strawberry haired nurse seducing the older day nurse. Butch stroked his blood engorged prick and moaned in frustration. To interrupt this unbelievable performance, however, would be unthinkable.
Amy's ragged breathing broke through the yellow stillness of the room as she slid Dottie's garter belt down over her rounded hips and slender thighs, then gently lifted one ankle then the other to remove the lacy garment. Faster now, her thumbs hooked in Dottie's panties and peeled them off too. A heavy sigh heaved from her chest as she crouched to the floor beside Dottie and wound her arms around the woman's slender legs, slowly running her soft palms, polished fingertips spread, up the insides of the woman's thighs. Above her, Dottie trembled and groaned in agony of conflicting emotions. She wanted a man, not a woman! Or so she thought ...
"P-please, dear, don't do ... anymore," she gasped. "I ... I can't stand it."
Amy answered with a smug grin and moved her soft hands upward until her fingers grazed the soft sparse hairs that framed Dottie's crying pussy. Something had happened to her tonight, she realized, something that snapped all memories and surpassed inhibition. She could not calm her body down. Every inch of her five foot four inch torso of flesh was ablaze with need, screaming for release. For some unfathomable reason, the sight and feel of Dottie's body was arousing her even more until she couldn't care less about the older woman's reticence and fear. Somehow the idea of forcing Dottie Tomkins, the unbendable day nurse, into becoming excited against her will aroused Amy to the peak. Rising from her squatting position, she gently nudged Dottie back against the cot until the backs of her knees touched the edge and she fell backwards.
Dottie's mind was a confused jumble of do's and dont's, indecision ricocheting around in her head dizzyingly. Her self-control was on the run. She knew she wasn't a lesbian for godsakes, yet this young nurse's touch was driving her mad and she almost admitted to herself that she'd like nothing more than to have this innocent faced young strawberry blond sucking and licking at her burning cuntal slit. Hesitantly and wild eyed, she allowed her body to be muscled down prone on the bed, then forced to roll over making room for Amy.
Dottie's eyes were riveted on the other woman's slightly twitching face, tight with passion. There was a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach and she apprehensively tightened her buttocks. Amy's gray eyes gleamed as she gently lay down herself, stretching her body against the older woman's. Dottie could feel the heat radiating from Amy's young body next to her own, thigh against thigh, smooth belly against hip, her breasts crushed against Dottie's rib cage with each of the hard pink nipples jabbing into her soft flesh.
Both women had blocked out the three men who stood panting around them, staring in fascination at the scene being enacted right there before them.
Slowly, Amy took Dottie's face in her hands. Dottie felt Amy's lips on her own, soft and warm at first. So gently was it done that Dottie wasn't aware of the exact moment that Amy's tongue floated into her mouth. The older woman was breathing in short gasps, excited by the idea of doing the absolute forbidden. A little smug smile crossed her lips at the image of Roger's response should he see his wife being compromised this way. Would serve the bastard right ... Her objecting conscience had all but flown the coop, being overruled by the thrills of delicious feeling down between her slender legs as her cuntal muscles did a dance ... expanding and contracting in delightful anticipation of this strawberry blonde's expert touch.
Dottie wasn't sure when her response had loosened up, or when she had begun to lick and suck greedily at the female tongue swirling around in her mouth. When Amy pulled it back, Dottie's tongue quickly followed it into the other woman's warm sucking cavern. Oh, it was delightful! She recalled how avidly Roger used to kiss her back then ... with the same passion that Amy exhibited now.
Amy slipped one silky leg over Dottie's firm upper thighs, rubbing her swollen clitoris over Dottie's hip bone. The dark haired nurse felt an electric shock course through her lissome body at the hot contact, shuddering as she realized that Amy's hand was moving up toward her pulsating breasts again, stroking and .massaging at Dottie's snow white skin with an exciting, spine tingling sensation that possessed her body and soul.
"Oo-oo-oh-hh," Dottie moaned in sheer delight as Amy's lips left her own and began a downward path of kisses, nibbling her way down to the breasts she kneaded and squeezed in her grasp. Amy's delicate hands had become suddenly aggressive, locking and squeezing on both melonous mounds, pushing them high up on Dottie's chest to ease the access to Dottie's throbbing nipples which she sucked and milked like a starving baby.
Dottie's body broke out into a fleshy canvas of goose bumps and she trembled with passion. She closed her eyes, feeling Amy's fingers play over her naked flesh so softly, so gently, so thrillingly womanly! She sucked in her breath, her stomach going even flatter, as she felt Amy's fingers reach down to tangle in the soft dark pubic curls. A moment later, Amy's long middle finger began carefully sliding up and down the damp fuzzy crevice between Dottie's thighs, maddeningly avoiding all contact with the distended clitoris, even though Dottie was helplessly grinding her hips into the army blanket, her face a mask of frustrated desire.
A strangely exciting idea popped into Amy's lust inflamed brain as she felt the narrow crack becoming more and more wet and oily with lubricants from the overflow of Dottie's cuntal juices. Why not let Dottie experience this same oddly sensual pleasure that she had felt for the first time this morning, thought Amy eagerly? These men could rape them silly, but never, never could they intercede and ruin the joy they had known together. By gaining control over Dottie's body she was, in some strange way, wriggling free of her rapist's control over her. Had some of their sadistic lessons rubbed off on her, changing her from the whimpering victim to the aggressor? Oh, there wasn't time to psychoanalyze now! Deftly, Amy's finger slid further and further back in the damp crevice until it reached the tiny elastic anal ring. Here it began a throbbing pressure to break into that tight opening.
Dottie's eyes popped wide. What was Amy trying to do to her? Instinctively, she raised her hips to get away from the uncomfortable pressure, but the slender finger was moistened and slippery enough to pop inside that hot twitching cavity.
"No-oo-oo, please, no-oo-oo," Dottie suddenly screamed. "That hurts!"
In answer to that complaint, Amy sank her teeth into the tender flesh of the day nurse's swollen breast, trying to cram the whole thing into her sucking mouth. The pain, she knew, would fade quickly and become an exquisite pleasure. Amy began to move her finger in and out of the tiny quivering rectum, trying to gain more depth, but she could not get it any deeper than the first joint. The puckered ring had so tightly clenched on Amy's knuckle that its pink elastic flesh moved as one with her finger.
Dottie moaned from deep in her chest. The painful sensation had changed into something else-something undescribably fantastically exciting! Suddenly, she began to move the muscles of her naked buttocks in a frantic effort to pull the invading finger in further. Oh, she wanted it now!
She flexed and squirmed, writhed and twisted, her vagina frothing with lust. Her body worked toward that badly needed orgasm ... but she wanted more of that finger fucking in and out of her anal passage ... wanted something hard shoved into her cunt ... something big and hard!