Chapter 10
Satchmo suffered silently, pulling himself off the lounge sofa and staggering shakily to his feet, his head pounding as if a fifty pound weight were banging against his throbbing temples. One black hand skimmed through the white wool of his hair and he shook his head gently, trying to shake off the headache as if it were a swarm of annoying mosquitoes. Ahhhh ... too much whiskey!
The yellow overhead light had dimmed, mingling with the pink morning light striping through the lounge windows. Knees bent, he shuffled along out into the patients' lounge where he glanced about perfunctorily as would a confused child lost from home. Everything he looked at had a twin, out of focus though it was. Food-he needed food, something to sop up the whiskey.
His round shouldered body ambled past the nurses' station where out of habit more than caution, he paused, craning his neck to peer within. His bloodshot eyes laughed as he stared into that empty cage. No Nurse Hanson, no Nurse Tomkins ...? His shoulders hunched in a shrug and he continued on, passing by the Ladies' Room one door this side of the refreshment room.
Not one to pass by an open door without peering in-especially when it promised women-he peered inside, his eyes flying open like trap doors and his ears buzzing ... but not with whiskey.
Naw ... He drew back and shook his head. "T'ain't possible," he muttered to himself in awed disbelief. Too much whiskey rottin' m' brain ... hallucinations, that's what it was. Satchmo chuckle softly to himself. Too bad it ain' for real ... For a minute there he could have sworn that was Nurse Hanson laying naked on the sick cot in there with Nurse Tomkins all cuddled up and moaning beside her. Day dreams ... whiskey day dreams. Ahhh ... senility. The night guard headed for the refrigerator, his step spiced gingerly, his head pounding less rebelliously.
While Satchmo munched on somebody's day old taco, somebody next door was brutally pulling Amy away from Nurse Tomkins frantically churning buttocks. Both women whimpered with frustration as they were pulled apart, like two mating dogs. Poor Dottie had been so close, so damned close ... but, then, Dottie looked up, her eyes crying, pleading, for more of Amy's soft touches.
Before her stood Butch Hotchkins grinning that wicked crooked smile that always haunted her, and oh God, he was massaging the biggest penis she had ever set eyes on! Beside her, Dottie winced as the bed squeaked and Butch climbed between Amy's widespread legs, guiding his cock straight for the hairy target of her seeping pussy.
"Didn't know ya had it in, ya, Miss Dottie," he taunted. "Thought you was all dried up and called it quits years ago."
"Oh, shuddup!" snapped Dottie, her blue eyes rolling in her head, as she reached back and tore loose her pug, letting her long dark hair spill over her naked shoulders, one swooping curl encircling the puckered nipple of her right breast. Her red tongue peeked through her pouty lips, wetting them, her slender legs automatically spreading eagle. "Come on you creeps ... you professional rapists, you men ... come on and fuck me!"
The young patient looked at Dottie, down at Amy and back at Dottie. "You asked for it, cunt!" Grasping Dottie's hips, he jerked her toward him until her buttocks hung slightly over the edge of the mattress and her magnificent legs were splayed on either side of his panting form. Grabbing his blood-fed cock, he aimed straight for that gaping hole and lunged forward in a violent thrust that nearly slammed Dottie flat against the wall.
The huge ten-inch prick drove in hard until the two sperm-filled balls slapped hard down against the sensitive ring of Dottie's swollen, puckery rectum.
"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeee ... " she cooed in ecstasy, throwing back her head, her long lustrous hair veiling her head. The hard, swollen lips of her vagina clung needfully to the cock as it slowly withdrew and she screwed her ass down into the mattress. Then the thrusts-the fiery entry that brought her body to blazing life-pushed the soft fleshy folds back into her. The glistening cock, like a never-ending oil drill, disappeared into the warm dark depths of her welcoming cuntal hole. Oh God, it was heaven!
For a fleeting moment, Dottie thought of her husband feeling a brief spasm of guilt, but then Butch again thrust deep into her and the centers of her reason and sanity shorted out in a shower of delicious sparks. God bless virility!
The bed jiggled wildly from the action of Amy being pulled off the cot head first by Ben who threw her down on her back and started fucking into her. Dottie's eyes went pale with lust ... oh, these beautiful hunks of men who knew how to treat a woman ... none of that namby pamby rolling over for a couple of thrusts and cumming. These men could use a cock! Dottie's eyes fastened on Josh, his black rippling chest muscles wet with sweat, his large nostrils flaring while he pumped away at his black, blue-veined cock that grew another incredible inch with each stroke. A nasty and delicious idea struck Her and she grasped at her billowing breasts, her body rocked to and fro with Butch's heaving thrusts. She mashed her breasts together invitingly and winked up at Josh. His black eyes lit up as he caught her thought, his thick dark lips breaking into a salacious grin.
Butch stopped his rhythmic fucking for a moment as Josh climbed over Dottie's body until he was kneeling over her chest, his beautiful black cock seeping dribbles of lubricants down into the white mountains of her breasts. Lubricating his bone-hard ebony cock with a drop of spittle, he wedged the massive hunk of flesh between her pair of tightly pressed breasts and found the narrow, warm tunnel between them. The two men using Dottie's body began stroking again, this time in unison.
Dottie looked down and sighed in ecstatic contentment as she watched the blue-black shining head of Josh's cock peeking through the creamy valley of her cleavage at the same time the young Butch's prick battered excitingly against her tingling cervix.
"Come on, you nigger pimp ... " she moaned through clenched teeth. "Harder!" As the black cock head slipped between her breasts, she raised her head and stuck her long pink tongue out, giving Josh's seeping cock a kittenish lick with each stroke. The reward worked.
Her wild eyes fell on Butch then, goring into his masculinego. "Come on," she goaded. "Come on, you child molester ... you pussy ... fuck me. Show me what you can do with that big beautiful cock of yours!"
The suggestion was well taken. The bed quivered and shook as if a 5.8 earthquake had rattled the room as they drove their cocks into the day nurse's crying pussy. She egged them on, using the dirtiest words she could think of.
Down on the floor Amy's legs were pushed higher and higher until her ankles were pressed over her quivering shoulders. Dottie, too, was in a position where she could not do much but take what the two men thrust into her body. Both women screamed and moaned in chilling organ-like tones, the sound of naked flesh slapping against naked flesh reverberating off the walls. The room reeked of sexual heat.
Between thrusts Amy managed to raise her head to see Josh riding Dottie's rib cage, his huge black prick sliding in and out of the deep creamy furrow between her breasts that the nurse held so tightly together that bloodless ridges of flesh bulged between her pressing fingers. In automatic rhythm with Josh's lunging strokes, Butch was thrusting his own visibly growing cock in and out of the hungrily sucking hole between Dottie's legs.
"Come on ... you ... bas-bastards!" Dottie screamed as her body began to twitch and hump against them. "I'm cum ... oh dear Jesus, I'm cummmmmmm-mmmming!"
The two men began driving with maddened fury and the sound of their three damp bodies slapping against each other was loud and wet. Dottie's back arched from the cot and she savagely used her heels as spurs to drive Butch even further inside her cunt. The young man gave one mighty lunge and his buttocks began twitching as he spurt out his climax at the same time. His square jaw set determinedly and trickles of sweat popped out on his forehead. Suddenly, all three were groaning out their pleasure and release as the cum spurted from the open cunt between Dottie's legs and spattered on to her face and chin from the cock that was fucking between her tits.
Down on the floor Amy's hot breath hissed through clenched teeth. To hell with fantasies, she thought, the real thing is the here and now ... and Ben's cock was very here and now ... but somehow it didn't quite fill the bill. Her steaming gray eyes looked pleadingly toward the two men lifting themselves off of Dottie Tomkins' spent body.
Butch, wiping the beads of sweat from his brow, stood grinning smugly down at the redheaded nurse, a strange stirring churning in his groin. The little bitch was getting her just desserts at last ... Ben was fucking her with pelvic smashing jolts. Good, but not good enough. His eyes locked on her silently pleading ones, and he had only to recall how she'd humiliated him, spit in his face and called him names to know what the best punishment would be. Below, his rapidly growing penis came to throbbing life again. He walked over to her, remarking, "Well, Miss Amy ... you gettin' enough cock to fill that hungry belly, or would you like another juicy hunk a meat to jab at your guts?"
Amy mewled pathetically, weakly reaching up and clenching her fist, beckoning to him. Dear Joe, forgive me ... but I need itttttttttt!
"Flip her over, Ben." Butch's dark eyes never left Amy's smoky ones, a silent communication of need sparking between them. "Get her on her belly so I can fuck her in the ass."
Amy's mouth flew open at his vile urging of Ben. "N-No! God, no! Not that ... D-Don't do that!"
Instantly Ben grasped his friends' meaning, and grabbing her around her slender waist, he flipped her over on her stomach, then yanked her hips up until she was kneeling before him doggy fashion. Never once did his ramming cock slip from the smooth, wet hole between her legs. He held her there, imprisoned, fucking up into her pussy, his beer belly jiggling with each teeth shattering thrust.
Putting his words into action, Butch reached out to the trembling white moons of her buttocks and with strong fingered hands pried her clenching buttock cheeks apart. The crevice was creamy with seeping cum from every gonad in that room and, as he held them widespread, he dipped the swollen head of his throbbing penis into the hot slippery moisture accumulated there. The soft skin and the sparse hairs lining her buttocks furrow tickled his cock to steely erection and with a grunt, he aimed it straight and true at the puckered opening of her tight, elastic anus. His wildly pulsating cock head touched the defenseless little anal orifice, and he pushed hard using all the strength of his muscle bound legs and back.
"Aaaaaaaaaggghhh ... you're hurting me!" she cried out, screaming her agony for the first time that night. "Stop ... please, Butch!"
Butch grunted with the effort as he felt the elastic opening give a little. "Tighter than hell back there."
"Stop ... please ... you'll split me apart! Oh God, stop!" Amy cried out from the depth of her soul, wiggling to try to extricate herself from Ben's iron grip. She wiggled and squirmed dislodging his cock and managing to lift herself to her knees.
She didn't see it coming, but feel it she did. Ben's hand slapped hard across her face, reddening her cheek, stinging her tender flesh. Amy wailed in pain, cursing them, hating herself for thinking she could master these sex fiends. She collapsed to her knees, succumbing to the torture yet to come.
"Push that ass back against me. PUSH, GODDAMN YOU!" His hand came down in a stinging slap against her nakedly sensitive buttocks, and Ben grinned at her sharp scream of protest, her pretty face all scrunched up with pain and mortification.
Nothing could stop them now and Amy was forced to help the sadistic beast behind her to plunge his thick sodomizing cock into her tightly tensed rear passage. She tried to relax and push back against him, but gained only a searing pain for her trouble. "Ooooooooooouuuuuugggghhhh!" she shrieked. "It hurts!"
Josh flew to his knees in front of Amy. "Sounds like the cunt needs somethin' to chew on to keep her mouth shut." His black paw pumped once, then twice at his hardening cock and then gripping her head between his steely hands, he twisted her head to the side and, using his thumbs, wedged open her mouth and pulled her head down until her soft lips closed over his ebony prick. "That oughta shut 'er up," he beamed sadistically.
Behind Amy, sweat popped out on Butch's brow. Her tightly clenched anus was locked like a vise around his painfully pulsating cock; her sphincter ring felt as though it was inexorably getting tighter and tighter, squeezing him out. With one buttock flattening surge he rammed against her and the throbbing tip of his cock was in far enough to be swallowed up in the smoothly heated sponginess of her rectum, the muscle ring of her defenselessly puckered opening squeezing all around the first few inches of his lust thickened shaft. Ass fucking ... christ, he loved it! He rammed forward another inch, banging Amy's lithe body against Ben beneath her forcing Josh's black prick an inch deeper down her throat.
The horror of her situation sank into Amy's dizzy brain like a hundred pound weight in sinking sand. "Mmmmmmmmmffff ... ohhhhh ...!" she cried around Josh's cock. Her backside felt as if a giant band aid were being ripped away from her raw flesh.
Butch gripped her nakedly bucking hips and pulled her roughly back against his hairy loins, while at the same time he drove forward. Inch by excruciating inch his wildly pulsating cock dove into her tightly tensed rectum until finally almost all of its bloated length was buried deep inside her buttery depths. Gloatingly, he looked down to see the cruelly stretched little anus clenching and unclenching around the awesome girth of his cock. It's in ... Goddamn, it's in! he rejoiced silently. Bitch deserves it ... His square jaw set determinedly, he stopped pushing then, knowing that her virginal rectum would have to adjust to his massive thickness, but he couldn't stop the involuntary twitching of his cock. Each time it spasmed it brought another moan from her pain-contorted lips wrapped around Josh's stone hard black cock. Cunt fucking was nothing like ass fucking, mused Butch, wondering if there was a man alive would could last five minutes with his cock buried in a woman's asshole. He didn't think so ...
When that hotly throbbing head had first slipped through into the tightly constricted hole of her rectum, Amy was sure she was being split apart, sliced clean like a hunk of salami. But now that Butch's steely cock was buried so deeply in her hideously stretched backside, the pain started a gradual change from a red mist of agony to a highly erotic sensation that went charging pell-mell through her entrapped body. Again, she moaned. Dear Joe, you would hate me ... but it's getting tome ... that hot prick buried in my asshole is getting to me, baby! Yes, she wanted him to use her rectum just as her cunt and mouth were being abused.
Churning, her hips began to buck against Butch's hairy groin, and she found herself mumbling incoherent obscenities that came out a mumbled "mmmfff" around Josh's plunging cock. Down below Ben slaved away, thundering into her seeping pussy, matching Butch stroke for stroke, ricocheting her body around between them like a weightless balloon. Both long virile penises moved in her with a wildness that knew no equal, and she matched that insanity by bucking her hips upward against Ben to absorb all of his deep lunging cock into her gratefully quivering pussy, then fucked downward against Butch to feel his bloated cock move deep in the hot buttery tightness of her anal hole. It was all so heady ... so ridden with erotically delicious sensations and smells that her senses began to desert her one by one, eyes lidded with rapture and ears buzzing and unhearing, but leaving her to feel it all ... the only important sense upon which she could concentrate, the coursing, electric sensations of sensual sexuality as she was fucked in the anus, fucked in the cunt, and fucked in the mouth ... fucked into sweet oblivion!
On the mattress, deserted now except for her own fingers, Dottie Tomkins pressed her three middle fingers together and plundered them into her juicy cunt, her eyes riveted on the beautiful fucking Amy Hanson was lucky enough to get from these bastard rapists. Oh, she watched their rippling muscles, their bloated cocks moving in unison ... oh never, never would she give up her job here. Now and then she pulled Tier sucking fingers free of her cunt, lifting them to her nose to smell the mingled juices of these virile men that had mingled with her own orgasmic milk. Her thumb flicked over her clitoris, polishing it, reddening it to an inflamed match head of sensation.
The four figures on the floor-three men fucking one woman-drove her closer to orgasm. The strawberry blonde curls of Amy Hanson stood out in a mist of sweat shimmering flesh, her tight little anus filled with long thick cock, while below her Ben was slamming his stubby cock into her wetly sucking cunt. Lord, it was a beautiful sight! Amy was screaming around Josh's thundering black cock, filling her mouth and stretching her lips cruelly. The room rattled with snorts and grunts as Amy was buffeted between the three of them, every one of the men claiming a hole for himself and doing his damndest to fill it. The redheaded nurse felt as though she were a volcano ready to blow its top. Soaring, she rose to meet her orgasm as she convulsed. "Mm-mm-fff ... cum-mm-mmm-fff-in-ng-gg ... " she bellowed around Josh's slick black cock plugging her rose lips. Never ... no, sorry Joe ... but not even with you ... had she climaxed so intensely and violently. Her naked young body shivered with delight as thrills of orgasmic pleasure shimmered like deep throated organ notes through her. She felt as though her inside had turned to pudding and her eyes dimmed and blood pounded in her ears like raging surf.
Hissing sounds like a snake ready to strike spat through Butch's clenched teeth as he threw his head back and pounded furiously into Amy's rectum. His square jaw fell slack as he felt his gonads bloat, ache and then explode while he spewed his thick hot semen far up into her hotly quivering bowels. His cum surged through him like molten lava. "Fuck 'yer ass ... suck my balls ... " he rasped. On and on his lust thickened cock pumped, even though he didn't move a muscle, not stroking at all, just kneeling back there feeling her rectal muscles milking him of all strength, feeling Ben's cock through the thin membrane separating cunt and rectum as the other man's hammering cock fucked in and out.
Amy's lips were stretched to bursting, and her feathery eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings over her reddened cheeks, her nurses cap scrunched but still atop her strawberry curls. Her lower jaw worked assiduously, milking Josh's rubbery cock, flicking her pink tongue tip into the seeping slit at the end. Josh gave out one yelp, sucked in his breath and rammed his shaft half way down Amy's scraped esophagus. Suddenly her cheeks were full of it ... scalding, pungent tasting sperm, swabbing her mouth like sticky mouthwash. Her cheeks pumped and she sputtered, trying to swallow it all, but rivulets wormed down her chin, dribbling onto Ben below.
He'd watched it all from down there, and like a child grabbing for its mother's milk, he grabbed her swollen breasts and lifted his head to cram both of her puckered nipples into his mouth. His groin went wild, heavy with sperm. "Bonnie ... Bonnie ... " he muttered, his mind reeling back to warm nights in his semi-truck with that sweetheart who'd sent him here. "Aa-ah-hhh ... gaw-dd-dd!" he bellowed as with a slamming jolt he sunk his cock into Amy's pussy, right down to the hairy base, and filled her full of his creamy juices.
The Ladies Room of Ward B steamed with the musky smell of lust, wet and sticky and hellishly gratifying. After a few minutes, Butch stirred and climbed off of Amy, pulling his softened penis free of her rectum with an obscene hissing sound that in any other circumstances would have made her blush. Josh was laying on his back, panting, his body mirrored with shimmering sweat. Amy was the next to move, wriggling herself off of Ben whose deflated penis had already wormed itself out of her spating womb.
Dottie, too, lifeless from her self-induced orgasm, lay panting on the mussed up cot, one leg draped over the edge, her toe tickling against somebody's hairy groin. Her lust-lidded eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling, seeing nothing, even the hideously bright light no vision now. Her stiff demeanor, starched as her nurse's hat, was crumpled and wilted into a softer, more comfortably pleasing disposition after that earth thundering explosion bursting years of pent-up frustration that had aged her well beyond her years. But not beyond my body ... she smirked slyly to herself, pleased with her performance. Her mind started clicking. Roger was a good old shoe, really; maybe things could be patched up between them.
Gradually the storm within them quelled ... temporarily. The five cum streaked bodies lay scattered about the room amidst puddles of uniforms, nylon stockings and pajamas. Wafts of musky steam billowed from the floor, so it seemed, that rich odor that prolongs love's orgasm when the body is too spent to roust itself for one more try.
Amy suffered the pain of sitting up, her curly hair a mass of Medusa curls, matted thick with love juices. Her nurse's cap hung from a strawberry strand like a wilted, fallen bow. Unavoidably, her eyes locked on Dottie's, the embarrassment flickering for a useless moment, then spreading into a reassuring smile. Shyness between them would be silly at this point ... wouldn't it?
On her hands and knees, Amy rummaged around on the floor for her clothes. No love party this ... she'd been raped, pure and simple and staying there in that flesh congested room was hardly romantic. She had to get out of there now, before somebody got body hungry again. One bruised swollen ankle wiggled through her hopelessly shredded pantyhose.
"Oh heaven help us!" wailed Dottie, gawking at her wrist watch, her face scrunched up in horror. "It's ... seven thirty!" she gulped, scrambling around for her clothes. "Now what?" She stared blankly at Amy who couldn't offer an answer. A fine mess they were in now ...