Chapter 4
Hours later, Steve's occasional snore reverberated through the bedroom, but Ellen had been unable to get to sleep, which was very unlike her. She usually slept like a log, particularly after a day as packed with sex like yesterday had been.
It was the memory of that sex-packed day which was keeping her awake. What am I going to do about myself? she thought miserably. Her mind was at war. In unguarded moments a hot flush of excited memory would sweep over her as she remembered Dr. Johnson's hard swollen cock as she had pulled it from his pants. But then her conscience would strike, damning her for so casually giving away what should belong only to her husband. She felt particularly guilty after Steve's inspired love-making. If he only knew what a little whore I am. . . . Even now her cunt burned with a smoldering desire, and despite herself she couldn't keep out of her troubled mind the half-formed plans for seducing the handsome young patient that had been admitted to the hospital a few days ago. Oh . . . what's the matter with me? the confused young wife asked herself hopelessly. Do I have to lay everybody I meet?
Gradually the guilt subsided, replaced by a genuine desire to get to the roots of her problem. How did it all start? Ellen wondered, remembering that at one time in her life she had been quite sexually conservative. When was that? she asked herself. Before I was married? She remembered how she had been a virgin before meeting Steve. No . . . even after that! she decided. While she and Steve had fucked like rabbits ever since that memorable night when he had taken her supposedly precious virginity, she had remained faithful to him ... for a long time. Until after they were married. What made me change?
For a long time the perplexed young woman struggled with that question, trying to pick out one single event in her life that might account for the radical change in her sexual behavior. But nothing stood out that clearly. Looking back, she remembered instead a slow alteration of her feelings, a growing desire for sexual promiscuity that had finally burst free not so very long ago. Only a little more than a year. . . . After I'd started working at the hospital. . . .
The idea hit her like a thunderclap. Of course! she thought triumphantly. The hospital! The job! Being a nurse!
Ever since she had decided on her profession, Ellen had scoffed at the snickering rumors about nurse's being sexually insatiable. But it's really true! she decided. Look at me! And as she thought about it, Ellen slowly realized what a horny bunch her fellow young nurses were. But why? she asked herself. Why should we be so different?
For the next hour, the thoughtful young redhead slowly mulled over the questions she had asked herself, and gradually a somewhat coherent picture began to form in her mind. All those naked bodies lying around all the time. . . . All those people in bed-it gives you ideas! There was more to it than that, of course. It was such an unusual life-the uneven working hours-the feeling that normal life was temporarily suspended during those long crisis-filled nights at the hospital-like a war-time atmosphere. And the temptation. The ever-present young doctors and interns. The lonely, willing, horny patients. And hanging over the entire Dante-esque scene, the stark realities of the struggle between life and death. No wonder that conventional moralities seem to melt away, Ellen thought. Why didn't I see all this before?
Convinced she had at least a partial answer to her seemingly depraved behavior, Ellen eagerly thought back to her own slow progress down the pleasant path of immorality. If had started with a general growing uneasiness, a kind of lurking hunger up inside her supposedly satisfied wifely little belly. God knows, Steve had been fucking her enough!
But I tried my best! Ellen reminded herself as she lay in bed, staring into the dark. She remembered all the times she had turned down the blunt sexual invitations of her male colleagues. I was a good girl, Ellen thought, almost giggling as she remembered what she would now call foolish innocence. So how come I fell? The young wife's brow furrowed as she tried to remember the first time she had been unfaithful to Steve. It was so hard to pick one incident out of the flood of lewd memories of sweating bodies and hard spurting male organs -and sometimes the soft wet feel of quivering female flesh.
Let's see ... she thought. Oh yes! It was that young guy with the two broken legs! A flood of memories began to come back to Ellen. She saw herself as she was then, looking pretty much as she did now, but with an indefinable air of rectitude that had since metamorphosed into an air of constant sexual invitation. A slow smile came over Ellen's face as she remembered that fateful night.
Nurse Ellen Burbage walked quickly down the hall, angrily rubbing the sore spot on her lushly rounded ass where one of the doctor's had just pinched her. "That bastard! I ought to complain to my supervisor!" she muttered to herself, at the same time realizing how futile that would be. Ellen was a little afraid of her supervisor-a fierce and battle-hardened older woman. Just a few months out of nursing school, Ellen didn't want to get the reputation of being a complainer. And besides, from what she had already heard and seen, doctor's were expected to pinch the nurse's asses. This place is a real bordello, Ellen found herself thinking, remembering how, just a couple of hours ago, she had seen another doctor leading a young nurse into a dark and empty room. With a flash of shame, Ellen remembered also the hot flashes of excitement that had flared up in her belly, looking at that closed door, as her fertile imagination ran wild. For a moment I was wishing it was me! she found herself thinking, and had to admit that even that insulting pinch on the butt had made her loins quiver. The doctor had been very good-looking.
Nervously straightening out her tight white uniform, Ellen continued on down the hall. What's been getting into me lately? she asked herself, not for the first time. Or maybe it's what's not been getting into me, she added silently, shocked at the lewdness of her own thoughts. But there was no denying that her tight little cunt had been in a continual state of seething need for days now. She'd tried working it out in bed with Steve, but the harder he made love to her, the more frustrated she became.
"Hey! You trying to fuck your old man to death?" he'd asked her, half joking. "A hell of a way to collect my life insurance." Ellen had done her best to control herself after that, realizing that she wasn't letting Steve get any sleep. He dragged off to the office in the morning tired and bleary-eyed, his cock rubbed nearly raw.
But the need had grown. As the atmosphere of the hospital seeped into Ellen's being, she found that the sharp edges that had formerly marked the parameters of her world were crumbling. The constant drama of life and death unfolding around her, the shared tension of the staff during the constant series of crises they had to face every day affected her as it seemed to affect most of the others. Strained excitement turned naturally into sexual stirrings, and Ellen, sensual by nature, found she was hardly able to control herself at times. But control herself she did, determined that she was not going to be unfaithful to her husband. She had almost fallen once, in the silent early morning hours, when the doctor Oh duty had unexpectedly come up behind her, putting his arms around her body and cupping her firm breasts in his hands. While he gently nuzzled her neck, Ellen felt her willpower slipping. Paralyzed from the powerful reactions of her sensitively aware breasts, the stunned young nurse had been unable to move for a moment, but when the doctor's hands slipped lower, trying to work under her dress, she suddenly stiffened, knowing if he ever made it to her palpitating aroused cunt, all her resistance would melt. She turned on the surprised man in a fury, angry as much at her own treacherous bodily reactions as at his unsolicited fondling of her breasts.
These were some of the things that were bothering Nurse Ellen Burbage as she entered one of the semi-private rooms, determined to smother the shameful thoughts in her mind by concentrating on her work.
"Good evening, Mr. Hellstrom," she said, trying to sound as professional as possible. "And how are we doing tonight?"
"I don't know how you're doing, but my ass itches like hell," he replied. His legs were encased in plaster from his toes to nearly his waist, the result of a motorcycle accident.
"Well, we mustn't complain, must we?" Ellen said, feeling that somehow she was losing the initiative.
"Hey, what's this we stuff?" Mr. Hellstrom asked. "Does your ass itch, too?"
Ellen blushed, partly because she realized her patient was right. She'd been sounding like old Mrs. Lundgren, a nurse who dated back to somewhere around World War Two. And she also blushed, because Mr. Hellstrom was a good-looking, virile young man, and his words suddenly made Ellen very aware of her ass. Yes, it does itch, she thought, but not in the way you mean! The tingling that had been simmering all day in her nether parts, if anything, was getting stronger.
"Well . . . what are you in here for this time?" Mr. Hellstrom asked. "The needle, the bedpan, or what?"
"I've got to give you a bath," Ellen said, dropping the regal we.
"Aren't you afraid my plaster will run?" Mr. Hellstrom asked, grimacing unhappily down at his two rigidly encased legs, which jutted out from under his hospital gown like big white pieces of pipe.
"It'll be a sponge bath, of course," Ellen said, wondering how she kept letting Mr. Hellstrom get the verbal advantage over her. He must be bored out of his mind lying there day after day, she decided. If he gets his kicks out of being witty, well . . . why not?
Ellen hadn't given many sponge baths on her own yet, especially on big solidly-built men like Mr. Hellstrom, with his two legs heavy and immobile. It took her a long time to work the hospital gown off him. She found herself jealous of the way the older nurses performed this difficult chore so easily, removing the gown a little at a time, as they washed each separate part of the patient's body.
"Can't you help a little more?" she asked the prostrate man as she struggled to free one of his arms.
"No ... I like to watch you work," he answered. Ellen had been washing his broad muscular chest, lost in admiration of its sinewy breadth, and she missed the slight thickening of his voice, Mr. Hellstrom had been nearly a month in this bed, cut off from the company of the numerous girls he was accustomed to fucking, and was vitally aware of the lush young form under Ellen's uniform as she struggled to wash him. He managed to maneuver so that one of her excitingly near breasts spent a long time pressed against his arm. It took all the willpower the young man had to keep from reaching out and sliding his hand up underneath the hem of her uniform. From the way the shiny white material stretched over her full hips and ass, he had little doubt as to the girl's eminent ability to satisfy.
"Almost half done," Ellen said breathlessly, as she finished washing her patient's broad chest and shoulders. She hated to cover up such an expanse of manliness and regretfully fastened up the top of his gown once again. He wasn't the only one affected by the nearness of their bodies. "Okay . . . let's do the . . . rest of you," she said, suddenly very aware that "the rest of him" was his belly and loins.
Why am I acting like this? she asked herself angrily. I've washed men before without it bothering me like this. ...
But she was almost blushing as she slowly pulled the bottom of Mr. Hellstrom's hospital grown up over his lower body. Oh, no! she thought as she stared down at what she had uncovered.
Mr. Hellstrom was getting an erection!
Ellen had been afraid she'd seen something stirring under the shapeless gown, but she was still unprepared for what was there. Mr. Hellstrom was a well-endowed young man, and his long thick cock was hardening rapidly, pulsing powerfully as each of his heartbeats raised it another fraction of an inch above his loins.
What do I do? she asked herself frantically, trying to remember her training. Then she remembered something about rapping the offending member with a pencil, but she had forgotten her pencil. And in the middle of her panic, like a siren song in the back of her mind, one treacherous thought kept repeating itself.-What a beautiful cock!
It was a nice cock-maybe not as large as her husband's, but well-shaped, with a gently flaring head. But it was a dangerous cock too -much, much too tempting. She had to get rid of it.
Maybe my finger will work just as well, Ellen thought, flicking her index finger at the rapidly thickening shaft, but that was a mistake. As her finger thudded into the meaty rod, she became vitally aware of its smooth hot reality, and Mr. Hellstrom moaned softly, his penis jerking even further aloft under the stimulation of the first female touch it had felt in weeks.
"Oh, Christ, the damn thing feels like it's going to explode," he groaned, turning pleading eyes on Ellen. "Can't you do anything about it?"
Ellen swallowed nervously, her mind racing in a hundred different directions at once. She knew she should just cover Mr. Hellstrom's loins up again and leave the room, but the idiotic picture of how his hospital gown would look thrust up from below like a tent by the man's now fully erect cock made such an action seem somehow futile. No, it had to shrink to normal size again! Once more the desperate young nurse flicked her finger against the throbbingly erect rod that jutted obscenely up from her patient's body, but if anything, her second attempt was even more feeble, and to her amazement she found herself unable to remove her hand from the vicinity. The burning heat of Mr. Hellstrom's arousal attracted her like a magnet. . Slowly, tentatively, she reached out again, this time to stroke the huge rode lovingly, reverently.
"It's . . . it's so hot!" she heard herself say, but her voice sounded a thousand miles away.
"Yeah. . . . Yeah. . . . That's the way!" Mr. Hellstrom stammered as Ellen's soft fingers glided lightly up and down his quivering erection. His eyes were fixed pleadingly on her. If it just wasn't for those casts. . . . Ellen thought, her mind stumbling along brokenly. The casts came up high, with a center portion cut out to give Mr. Hellstrom's genitals space for air, but now, to Ellen, the main effect was to draw attention to the pulsing fleshy shaft that jutted up from out of the surrounding expanse of plaster, like a sturdy plant growing up out of the sidewalk. The contrast was too much for the already thoroughly aroused young nurse.
With a little whimper, Ellen fell on her knees next to the bed, her hand finally making the decision to wrap itself tightly around Mr. Hellstrom's upthrusting member. She knelt there, like a worshipper, doing homage to her patient's massively swollen manhood.
"Atta baby, atta baby . . . jack me off!" he panted eagerly, hardly daring to believe this lovely young nurse was now holding his erect cock in her soft little hand. His long drought seemed over at last.
"But . . . we'll get it all over the bed!" Ellen replied, shocked that her only response should be so practical.
"Oh, Christ . . . what do I care?" Mr. Hellstrom moaned. "You just can't leave me here hanging like this!"
No, I can't, Ellen thought, nor did she want to. Her growing sexual hunger of the past few weeks now found a focus in the throbbing penis she held lightly in her hand. So far, Steve had been the only man she'd ever had, and she was fascinated by the small differences between Mr. Hellstrom's cock and his. And the similarities. It pulsed in her hand just like Steve's, even if it was a little smaller, but the bullet shaped head didn't flare out as widely as her husband's. I'll bet it goes in easy, she caught herself thinking, and for a moment she wondered if it would be worth the risk to pull off her panties and climb up on Mr. Hellstrom's virile young body, plaster and all. But that was too much of a chance for the half-frightened girl to take. Part of her mind told her she could get in just as much trouble for massaging a patient's swollen cock, as she was doing now, but it did seem like a lot less of a commitment.
"Come on . . . come on ... do something!" Mr. Hellstrom's voice ground out, jerking her from her reverie. Excitedly, the young redhead began to slide her fingers more strongly up and down the groaning man's unbelievably hard cock. Ellen stared in wonderment as she watched the smooth hot penile skin work up and down over the bone-hard core beneath, and on the underside she could feel the tightly swollen tube from which she knew the sperm would soon spurt if she kept up with her lewd pumping. She had an image of the slippery thick liquid spouting out of the little slit at the tip of Mr. Hellstrom's cock-maybe on to her own uniform, and how would she explain that? Common sense told her to stop now, but her seething insides wanted that obscene fluid to jet up from the writhing man's already drum-tight balls.
Suddenly the obvious solution occurred to Ellen. She'd both see that he came and make sure that his semen didn't get on anything!
Mr. Hellstrom quickly noticed the change in Ellen's manner. "Well . . . what the hell are you going to do?" he asked irritably as Ellen scrambled up on the bed next to him, her face flushed with excitement.
"I'm going to suck your cock," she said breathlessly, thrilled by the sound of the lewd words coming from her own lips-lips that would soon be wrapped around this near-stranger's ready cock. Mr. Hellstrom's mouth fell open in amazement.
"Then what are you waiting for?" he finally managed to choke out, trying to draw Ellen's head down toward his anxious organ. But she shook off his desperate grip, wanting to do it her own way. For one thing, her conscience still screamed no, and she knew she'd have to work up to the final irrevocable moment slowly. Images of her husband flickered through her mind, but quickly became swamped by the much more vivid picture of Mr. Hellstrom's lovely cock, only inches away, and indisputably appetizing.
Positioning herself above her patient, Ellen cupped his swollen rod in both her hands, so that the smooth, torpedo-shaped tip stared one-eyed straight up into her face, which was poised just inches away. The quiveringly expectant Mr. Hellstrom could actually feel her warm breath washing tantalizingly over his achingly sensitive glans. Unable to move his plaster-encased hips, he had no choice but to lie there and wait, while every normal instinct in his sex-starved body told him to thrust his ready manhood up toward the lovely face above. He stared eagerly at Ellen's slightly parted lips.
Ellen was staring, too, at the male cock she had already decided to suck, to take into her mouth the same way she did her husband's much more familiar cock. She knew it was wrong, but there seemed no way she could stop herself. What was happening now seemed like the natural and inevitable outcome of the weeks of growing sexual tension that had been smoldering in her nubile young body. And if there had been any chance of pulling back at the last moment, it vanished when a single shining drop of sperm appeared at the tip of Mr. Hellstrom's waiting cock, glittering like a jewel, drawn up from his overheated testicles by Ellen's eager manipulating of his long-denied cock.
With a little moan, Ellen's head fell forward, and her tiny pink tongue darted out to lave warmly over the head of her patient's shuddering organ. Immediately her mouth was flooded with the salty tang of semen, and she knew she had to have more-every drop that Mr. Hellstrom carried in the wrinkled sac of his testicles below.
"Oh, yeah . . . yeah ... do it, baby.... Suck it!" Mr. Hellstrom spat out obscenely, his belly-muscles sucking in as he felt the first hot wet touch of Ellen's tongue against the swollen tip of his painfully engorged cock.
Kneeling above her patient, Ellen was vitally aware of the musky male smell of his genitals just inches away from her face. It's not really so wrong, she tried to tell herself as she struggled with her guilt. Ifs not like I was letting him FUCK me! She might have hesitated longer, trying to make up her mind as to whether or not she was unforgivably betraying her husband, but Mr. Hellstrom, able no longer to stand the torture of having Ellen's lovely lips merely brushing over the end of his cock, reached up his powerful hands, and tangling his fingers in her thick dark hair, yanked her head down toward his desperately needing penis.
"Mmmmmpppphhh," Ellen choked out as the prostrate man's long thick organ pounded irresistibly past her half-open lips. Taken by surprise, she started to gag as she felt the rubbery swollen tip ram deep into the back of her throat. Her first reaction was to struggle free, but it quickly became clear that Mr. Hellstrom was too strong for her. There was no way she could beg him to let her go either- her mouth was too stuffed with cock for her to speak.
Accepting the inevitable, Ellen determined that her best course would be to go on to the end-suck the hot sperm up out of her desperate patient's cock until it became soft and harmless in her mouth. That's what I told him I'd do, anyhow, the helplessly trapped young nurse reminded herself as she hunched over her captor's lust-swollen loins.
Forcing herself to relax, Ellen opened her throat as Steve had already shown her how to do, and made more room for Mr. Hellstrom's massively swollen rod to work its way in and out of her cock-stuffed mouth. He was already guiding her head up and down over his rock-hard shaft with his hands, fucking himself with the young redhead's hot wet mouth. Sensing that Mr. Hellstrom had already passed the point of no return, and was no longer totally responsible for his actions, Ellen stopped her earlier futile struggles and rode along with his frenzied urgings, adding extra motions of her own until her head was bobbing regularly up and down over the grunting man's plaster-encased loins.
How did I get into this? Ellen asked herself when she was able to think again. Here she was, Ellen Burbage, nurse, still dressed in her white uniform, kneeling on a patient's bed, her sturdy hospital shoes digging into her tender ass-cheeks, bent forward with a patient's swollen cock rammed halfway down her throat.
He was suffering! she tried to tell herself, attempting to force from her mind the memory of her own powerful reaction to the sight of this handsome man's aroused cock. I'm just doing it to help him out, she rationalized. He was so horny!
Oh, hell! Ellen finally told herself in disgust. Who am I kidding? I LOVE it! Realizing that she was only detracting from her own enjoyment of her part in this lewd scene, the cock-munching redhead kicked the last of her hesitation out of her mind and went to work with a will.
"Mmmmmmnnnnnnn," she moaned happily, sucking powerfully on Mr. Hellstrom's throbbingly hard cock, luxuriating in its hot fleshy male taste. At the same time her fingers dipped down into his plaster-guarded crotch, massaging the base of his wrinkled ball sac, bringing an answering ecstatic moan from the recipient of her passionate ministrations.
I never knew I could get so turned on sucking a cock, Ellen thought wonderingly. Half of her excitement was the knowledge of the very forbiddenness of what she was doing. She knew that if she was caught in the middle of this obscene act, her job at the hospital could be over. Why didn't I remember to lock the door? she thought frantically. But it was too late now. She wasn't about to desert Mr. Hellstrom's pulsing member until she had finally sucked the cum right out the end of the lust-swollen tip that was bouncing crazily against her tonsils.
Refining her technique, Ellen began to make long smooth strokes up and down her patient's throbbing penis, all the time laving her slippery tongue over the part of it still captured up inside the burning hot depths of her butter-soft mouth. She could feel the rubbery tube on its underside swelling and swelling, and knew that it was only a matter of minutes before it became filled with its rushing torrent of seminal fluid.
"Atta girl . . . suck ... for Christ's sake, don't stop sucking!" Mr. Hellstrom begged, his face distorted in pleasurable agony as he felt his cock being worked over by Ellen's eager mouth. What a blast! he thought ecstatically, hardly able to believe this was really happening. Staring down at Ellen's bobbing head, he eagerly watched his monstrously swollen shaft race in and out between her cruelly stretched lips. From time to time, her thick red hair would fall forward over his sweating loins, and he would reach up and push the heavy tresses aside, anxious to see his lewd penetration of this willing young nurse's cock-filled face. Several times his gaze strayed to the incongruity of the little white starched nurse's cap that rose rhythmically up and down with each of Ellen's pleasure-inducing movements. The guys at the club will never believe this! he told himself, hardly able to believe it himself. Christ! I wish she was naked! I'd like to get my finger up her cunt!
He wasn't the only one thinking about her cunt. Ellen was becoming more and more aware of the burning need up inside that hot little tunnel, but every time she pondered the advisability of ripping off her panties and transferring Mr. Hellstrom's ever-swelling cock to her hungry snatch, a great wave of doubt and fear would sweep over her, much as it had done when she was still a virgin. No! That would be going too far! I could never forgive myself! she thought in anguished indecision. Wasn't she doing enough already? But her need raged on, and she tried to transfer it all into her effort to fill her sensitive mouth with Mr. Hellstrom's hot semen. Concentrating her attention on the job before her, Ellen sucked to end it, her slightly freckled cheeks hollowing and filling as she slaved over Mr. Hellstrom's near-bursting cock. At the same time, she began to drag her fingernail maddeningly over the wildly aroused man's tightly clenched asshole.
This last refinement was too much for the heavily panting young man below her. With a choked cry, Mr. Hellstrom let her know he was starting to cum, but Ellen had already been forewarned by a last minute further swelling of the long thick organ filling her sucking mouth. Get ready! she warned herself as she felt the big shaft begin to buck and jerk inside her mouth, and a moment later the first hot load of sperm jetted into the apprehensive nurse's mouth, nearly making her strangle. Swallowing desperately, she tried to stay ahead of the thick gushing fluid, but some of it was forced back out from where her ovalled lips circled tightly around the spasming shaft, running down her chin and dripping onto Mr. Hellstrom's hairy loins in thick ropy trails.
The groaning man writhed helplessly below, his hips naturally trying to jerk up against Ellen's madly sucking mouth above, but were held down by their rigid coating of plaster. Once again his fingers tangled in Ellen's hair, holding her head down tight against his cum-smeared loins while he buried his spurting organ to the hilt in her lovely young face.
Ellen thought it would never end-that hot hard jets of semen would keep pumping up out of Mr. Hellstrom's balls indefinitely, but finally she felt the shuddering member begin to shrink in her mouth, and at long last she let the now-rubbery cock slip limply from between her tiring lips. She sat up wearily, wiping the residues of her patient's lewd cum from her chin, searching his sweating face for signs of approval, when she became suddenly aware of a cold draft of air on her back.
The door was open!
"Oh!" Ellen exclaimed in shock, and spinning around on her knees, saw a man standing in the doorway. It was Dr. Peele, the head of the ward.
"And who, may I ask?" he said icily, "wrote that prescription, Nurse Burbage?"
Ellen could only stammer. She had always been half-afraid of Dr. Peele. He was considerably older than her, a big man with a pot belly, and she had never seen him smile. There was something about him that made her uneasy. Once or twice she had seen some of the older nurses look at him with what she could only interpret as lewd intent, but why they did so, she was unable to understand. She had long ago decided that Dr. Peele repelled her.
"I . . . I . . ." she started to say, hastily scrambling off the bed, giving the sheet a flick in a vain attempt to cover up Mr. Hellstrom's still partially erect and dripping cock.
"Got a good story thought out?" Dr. Peele asked. "I hope so, because clumsy lies bore me. Perhaps you're going to say that you were just testing the patient's reflexes, and thought you'd employ the most sensitive part of his anatomy?"
Ellen's mouth opened and closed silently several times, but she was unable to force a single word out. Indeed, she had no idea of what to say, but just stood there, sunk in shamed misery.
"You know, Nurse Burbage, that such behavior with patients is strictly prohibited by hospital regulations, don't you?" Dr. Peele asked sternly. "Well, don't you?" he prodded when the unhappy young woman failed to answer, and she finally nodded dumbly.
"And you know," he continued, "that the rules call for the dismissal of any staff member caught in the act of sexual congress with a patient . . . don't you?"
Ellen nodded again, her face a study in misery. Oh . . . how will I ever be able to explain to Steve the way I lost my job ? she asked herself unhappily. "Please . . ." she finally was able to choke out. "Can't you overlook this one time? I'll never do anything like it again!"
Dr. Peele gave her a strange smile. "So. . .. You don't want to lose your job? You don't want to be thrown out in disgrace? You know, of course, that you'd never get another job in a hospital with this on your record, and he waved vaguely in the direction of Mr. Hellstrom's now much diminished penis. That young man was anxiously watching the drama being played out in front of him, assaying his own chances of getting in trouble. He decided they were slight, although he wouldn't put it past the hospital to charge him for extra services, and he was about to intercede on Ellen's behalf, when matters took a new turn.
Ellen had been nodding automatically to Dr. Peele's accusative questions, resigning herself to a future of ignominious shame, when she became aware that his small sharp eyes were traveling appreciatively up and down her white-clad body. "However," he was saying, "I personally would hate to see a fine young woman of your promise ruin her life over such a trivial episode." He licked his lips nervously.
"Perhaps we could come to some kind of an . . . understanding. . . ." he said, his voice growing slightly thick. Ellen was aware that his gaze was fastened on her crotch.
My God! she thought in sudden realization. He wants to fuck me! A wave of nausea swept over the young redhead as she stared back at the big, gross man. Never . . . never . . . I she screamed silently, and instinctively took a step backward.
Dr. Peele's composure was slipping badly. He moved after the retreating Ellen, lust washing over his features. "How about it," he asked her heavily. "Can you think of anything that might make me change my mind?"
"What do you mean?" Ellen choked out, trying for time.
"Oh, let's quit playing games," Dr. Peele snapped out, his patience wearing thin as he fruitlessly tried to see beneath Ellen's tight-fitting uniform. "I'll be blunt. You were performing a sexual act with your patient. In this case, I think two wrongs can make a right. You perform a sexual act with me, and I'll just forget the little tableau I walked into." Which was not quite true. For some time Dr. Peele had been keeping an appreciative eye turned toward Ellen's opulently lush buttocks as they swayed down the hallways, and had followed her into this part of the ward with half-formed plans for her seduction struggling to life in his brain. And now he realized he'd been presented with an opportunity he might never have again. Already he could envision a naked Ellen Burbage writhing abandonedly beneath him. But her reply burst his little bubble.
"No! Never!" she rapped out. "How could a dirty old man like you even suggest such a thing!" Which was a tactical error on her part, because now anger was added to Dr. Peele's lust. Dirty old man? he thought angrily. Why, the stuck-up bitch! Thinks she's too good for old Toby Peele, does she? Tossing aside all caution, the heavy-set older man stepped close to Ellen, seizing her by the arm.
"Alright, baby," he snarled. "Have it your way! Come on, we're going down the hall to see your supervisor. And you're married, aren't you? I think your husband deserves a phone call."
His thrust went home. Ellen was willing to accept the loss of her job, but the thought of Steve knowing what she had done completely panicked her. "Wait!" she cried desperately, fighting back against Dr. Peele's insistently tugging arm. "You can't, you wouldn't tell my husband!" There was so much horror in her voice that her tormentor knew for the first time that he was going to win.
"I'll give you two minutes to get out of that uniform," he said with an evil leer. "And if, by that time, you're not naked, then I'm going right to my office and make that call!" There was a short silence while Ellen's eyes widened with shock. "Two minutes!" he repeated, while she cast a silent appeal for help in the direction of the man who's cock she'd so recently sucked.
But far different thoughts were racing madly inside young Mr. Hellstrom's mind, very few of them chivalrous. Christ . . . the old goat wants to fuck her . . . right here and now! he thought excitedly, realizing he might be about to get his wish to see Ellen's naked body . . . and with a fat cock stuffed up it!
"Better do as he says," the excited young patient said, and Ellen's heart sank. There was to be no help in that direction.
"But can't we talk this..." Ellen started to say, but she was cut off by Dr. Peele's rasping voice.
"Only a minute left," he rapped out, looking at his watch. "I have your husband's work number in your personnel file, you know," he added menacingly.
"All right ... all right!" Ellen said desperately, willing to do almost anything to keep Dr. Peele from going out the door and wrecking her marriage. She had not yet decided to give into the man's horrible demands, but began to struggle obediently out of her uniform. Two pair of male eyes watched her as she fumbled with the buttons on the front of the simple white garment, two pair of eyes filled with lust. Hesitantly Ellen pulled her uniform over her head and let it drop from trembling fingers. She was glad she had worn a full slip underneath, and felt almost as clothed as she had a moment before.
"C-Can't we do this someplace else?" she asked Dr. Peele, casting a meaningful glance in the direction of the grinning Mr. Hellstrom. But Dr. Peele knew if he let her get out of the room now, the spell would be broken, and he would never get to plunge his already hardening cock into her lovely young body, the body he'd determined to see stripped nude in front of him.
"Shut up and take it off!" he ordered, staring at the girl's creamy shoulders above the white straps of her slip. Not knowing what else she could do, Ellen pulled the slip over her head and tossed it down on top of her already discarded uniform. She cringed under Dr. Peele's gloating look as his eyes swept hungrily over her partially uncovered body. She was now only wearing her bra, panties, low-heeled white nurses shoes, and a pair of long sheer white stockings, held in place by a slender elastic garter belt.
"The bra . . . the bra . . . take it off!" Dr. Peele ordered hoarsely. And with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Ellen reached behind her back to the hook that held the filmy brassiere in place. Both men watched avidly. The bra was partly transparent, and already they could faintly make out behind its shimmering material the dark circles that marked her nipples. Mr. Hellstrom was a little disappointed, because Ellen's breasts had looked larger when she was bent over him in her white uniform, but both men let out a collective gasp when the bra finally fluttered free, baring the girl's rose-capped twin mounds. Christ, they're perfect! the young patient found himself thinking as he stared at the gently curved nude symmetry of the disrobing nurse's quivering mounds.
Ellen knew what Dr. Peele expected next, but she doubted she could do it. She was now naked to the waist, her proud, high-set breasts rising and falling rapidly with her tortured breathing. Her lower body was still encased in white, except for where pink flesh showed through between her panties and the tops of her stockings.
"The panties ... the panties!" Dr. Peele said, his voice sharp and half-choked. He waited impatiently as Ellen's thumb's hooked hesitantly in the waistband of her white bikini panties, which she was wearing over her garter belt. She knew when she took them off her cunt would be naked and defenseless, obscenely framed by the white material of her nurse's stockings and garter belt. With a shudder she realized she had gone too far to back out now. If she had called Dr. Peele's bluff while she still had the chance. . . . But now that she was nearly naked, all he would have to do was call in the duty nurse and say he'd caught her like this with the patient. Cursing her earlier indecision, Ellen gritted her teeth and quickly pulled down her panties.
"God, genuine red pussy hair!" she heard Dr. Peele exclaim. His voice grated on her, but she still had some hope. Maybe he'll be satisfied if he just sees me naked, she told herself hopefully, half sick at the thought of having her body violated by a man who repelled her so much. She was beginning to unfasten the garter-belt snaps that held her stockings in place when Dr. Peele stopped her.
"No!" he said gloatingly. "I want you just like that ... in your stockings and shoes."
With a rush of horror, Ellen realized that Dr. Peele was already fumbling with his own clothes. He's really going to do it! her fear-numbed brain screamed out. The half paralyzed young woman stared helplessly as Dr. Peele quickly stripped to the waist. To her surprise, he was much less flabby than she had expected, and she remembered the many times she had seen him on the way to the squash court in the basement of the hospital. But she got her greatest shock when he kicked his shoes free and then stripped his pants, underwear and all, down over his bare feet. The mesmerized girl found herself staring at the biggest cock she'd ever seen.
My God! It's ENORMOUS! she thought, staring at the huge fleshy spear that jutted out from Dr. Peele's hairy loins. It was already much larger than Steve's and obviously still growing! Suddenly Ellen began to see Dr. Peele in a new light. True, he was old, and he was a little fat, but naked he looked a lot more impressive than he did with clothes on, and not the least of the reasons was the monstrous cock that jerked and twitched between his powerful legs, dancing higher with every heartbeat. Ellen licked her lips nervously.
"You ... you want to put that thing in ME?" she asked incredulously. A slow smile spread over the doctor's face. Obviously this was not the first time he'd had the mere sight of his monster organ perform its subtle magic on an unwilling maiden's mind. And it was having an effect. Ellen was remembering the persistent tinglings in her cunt earlier in the day, and her excited imaginings of what had gone on between the doctor and nurse in that empty room. And her memories of the hot sexy feel of Mr. Hellstrom's cock in her mouth. Was this that much worse? And besides, I'd be doing it to save my marriage to Steve, she rationalized feebly, her eyes never leaving Dr. Peele's massively pulsing cock. It had swelled to almost its full girth now, and pointed up toward the doctor's powerful heavy belly, looking more like a weapon than an instrument of pleasure. All the secret yearnings that had been growing over the past weeks far up inside Ellen's excitable little belly fastened their hopes on that giant probe which jiggled and danced with the big man's every motion. Ellen was faintly aware that the wrinkled balls that dangled below Dr. Peele's ready organ were correspondingly huge. What a load of cum he must have! she found herself thinking.
"No . . ." she said feebly, backing away as the leering man came nakedly nearer. "No . . ." she repeated as she let him push her down on the empty bed next to Mr. Hellstrom's. Her legs dangled over the edge, and she instinctively tried to kick them closed, but Dr. Peele was too fast. Moving surprisingly quickly for a man of his size, the naked doctor slipped in between the frightened girl's thighs, forcing them open wider with his hands, baring her defenselessly naked genitals to his hungry gaze. At the last moment, Ellen tried to save herself, struggling desperately to writhe away from the big man now that she felt his bulk insinuating itself between her helplessly spread thighs. But it was no use-he was just too strong for her.
"It's too late now," Dr. Peele said, staring angrily down at the naked girl spread-eagled below him. Ellen looked up at her tormentor, her eyes fixed on his big cock as he nervously worked the heavy foreskin back and forth over the impossibly broad head with one hand, while the other hand slid inexorably up the soft tender flesh on the inside of his captive's thigh, heading for her soft downy red pubic hair.
Do I want this to happen, or don't I? Ellen frantically asked herself, fruitlessly trying to sort out her scattered thoughts. A part of her was still faithful to her husband, recoiling at the obscene thought of having her vagina plundered by the stranger who towered threateningly above her. But at the same time, the prospect of having Dr. Peele's surprisingly formidable cock shoved up into her undeniably hungry pussy sent shivers of delighted apprehension fluttering in dizzy circles far up up in the girl's soft young belly. What am I worried about? she finally temporized. He's right! It's too late to back out now, even if he'd let me!
The whole internal argument was resolved a moment later when Dr. Peele crowded his considerable bulk closer and placed the mammoth head of his cock against Ellen's widespread pussy. The touch of that hot spongy mass against her ultra-sensitive genitals sent the first hot bolt of unhesitating desire coursing through the girl's electrified nerve-paths. Oh . . . it already feels so good. . . . And he hasn't even put it in yet, the stunned redhead thought wonderingly. She began to pant, and her eyes became wanton as she looked up at the older man.
"So . . . you're not so unwilling after all," Dr. Peele grinned. With one hand he brushed Ellen's fiery red pussy hair aside, baring the entire length of her suddenly wet slit, while with his other hand he worked the blunt tip of his enormously swollen organ in past the thick outer cunt lips. "Got to get it good and wet," he grunted, fast becoming excited as he felt Ellen's hot wet pussy-flesh closing partly around the tip of his cock. Eagerly he slid the mushroom-shaped tip up and down the gushing slit, thoroughly coating as much of it as possible with the girl's slippery lubricating juices.
"Aaaaahhhhhh," Ellen moaned as she felt the spongy flesh drag maddeningly across her easily aroused clitoral nubbin. Despite her earlier hesitancy, the young nurse's hips bucked up involuntarily, in a vain effort to capture the long thick penis that was so near to her achingly needing vaginal hole.
"You want it, don't you, you little whore?" Dr. Peele jeered, sure of himself now, as he glared gloatingly down at his victim's suddenly transformed face. I've seen a lot of girl's turn on fast, but this one's a real sprinter, he thought, congratulating himself.
"Oh, yes, yes . . . for God's sake, stop playing around and shove it in!" Ellen pleaded, amazed to hear her own voice saying these shameful things. What about Steve? her conscience shrieked, but her cunt shrieked just as loudly. Give me cock! it wailed, and cock was at hand.
"That's the way I like you stuck up little bitches," Dr. Peele sneered. "Flat on your backs and begging for it. Well, hang on, because here it comes!" And leaning further forward, the big man placed the blunt head of his iron-hard cock right against the opening of Ellen's eagerly waiting vagina and began to push.
"Uuuunnggghhh," Ellen grunted as she felt the first delightful stretching of her pussy-only the stretching kept on and on. "Wait!" she cried out, suddenly filled with fear. "It's too big! You're going to split me in two!"
Struggling desperately, Ellen tried to push Dr. Peele's big bulk away, but he was too heavy. To her horror the pressure against her cunt grew and grew but still she had not been penetrated. She had always considered Steve's penis as big as she could ever want, but she was becoming increasingly aware of how much bigger Dr. Peele's was.
From his vantage point on the next bed, Mr. Hellstrom watched eagerly, one hand toying with his resurrecting tool. He'd watched Ellen undressing with great eagerness, and when Dr. Peele pushed her down on the bed and crowded in between her legs, he sat up as straight as he could. His view was good-he had a straight shot up Ellen's crotch, and when Dr. Peele placed the end of his cock against the girl's ever-more-ready cunt-hole, he was able to sight right up the underside of the doctor's monster organ to where it pressed into the girl's dripping slit.
Christ, how does he ever expect to get that tree-stump up her tight little twat? he wondered, sympathizing with Ellen's sudden struggles to get away. But at the same time he wanted to watch to the end, and felt a lurch in his fast-hardening cock as he saw the tip of the doctor's relentlessly advancing probe flatten against the tight wall of defense Ellen's desperately struggling pussy muscles were setting up. Suddenly the head popped up inside, and with a triumphant flick of his hips, Dr. Peele sent the rest of his mighty rod thundering up into the helplessly writhing girl's snatch.
"Aaaaaghhhh!" Ellen shrieked, as she felt her insides invaded by the awesome girth of Dr. Peele's hard-driven cock. She pushed and shoved desperately, trying to push the panting doctor away, but he was inside now and not about to be ejected.
"Hold still, you stupid cunt," he snarled down at her. "You're only hurting yourself worse."
Ellen realized, despite the unbearable agony of his presence up inside her ravished cunt, that he was telling the truth. Gritting her teeth, the sobbing girl forced herself to hold rigidly still as the big man started his first tentative strokes in and out of her plundered genitals.
"Tight cunt!" he grunted, his face grimacing with the bliss of being up inside this lovely young nurse's quivering body. He knew she'd get used to his enormous presence soon enough -they all did-and sure enough, in another couple of minutes he felt the girl relax under him. "Feel better?" he asked, giving her a genuine smile for the first time. Ellen nodded, and then blushed, as the full impact of what was happening came home to her confused mind.
My God! she thought in shock. I'm being fucked by a near-stranger while another man's watching! And not only was there another man watching, but only minutes before Ellen had sucked the hot cum up out of his balls and into her mouth! The very depravity of her situation swept over the girl like a hot blast, fanning the embers of lust that had been sizzling in her body for weeks. Never before had she felt so naked! Never before had she been so aware of a man's cock slithering in and out of her quivering body!
With a choked moan, Ellen gave herself over completely to Dr. Peele. Just as he had hoped, his formerly reluctant conquest turned into a bucking, squealing, writhing whore, plunging her suddenly unashamed hips again and again up against his bristling loins as Ellen tried to fill herself with every inch of his plunging manhood.
"Oh . . . fuck me . . . fuck me hard!" she begged deliriously. "Make me cum. . . . Make me cum like I've never cum before!"
Grinning evilly, Dr. Peele lengthened his already long strokes, pulling his long thick organ almost all the way out of Ellen's twitching body on the outstroke, her tender pink inner flesh clinging lovingly to its withdrawing hardness, then he would pause a moment, his cock a long glistening white shaft, while Ellen sobbed in eager need below, begging him to shove it back up inside her hungry depths. Only then would he once again slam his meaty hips forward, impaling the girl on his fleshy stake. On the next bed, Mr. Hellstrom watched eagerly as he furiously pummeled his now thoroughly re-aroused cock.
"Oh ... oh ... oh .. . I'm going to cum . . . cum soon!" Ellen chanted, awed by the power of the orgasm that was slowly building up in her overheated loins.
"You bet you are," Dr. Peele growled. To help make it an orgasm worth remembering, he slid one hand down into the crack of her ass, searching out her hidden asshole. There was a warm trickle of cunt-juice running down from her cock-stuffed pussy, and the doctor's finger skidded in it before he at last found her anus.
"Mmmpphhh," Ellen grunted as she felt his fingertip catch at the opening of the tight little pucker, and then a moment later he was up inside her bowels, probing deep.
"Aaaaiiiiiiii!" Ellen shrieked. It was as if someone had set off a bomb far up inside her lower torso. The lurking orgasm was immediately touched off by the double impalement of the doctor's huge cock in her pussy and his marauding finger up inside her tightly clenched asshole. In another moment it was all Dr. Peele could do, despite his bulk, to hold down the wildly writhing Ellen. Her long white-stockinged legs stuck out straight in the air behind his sweating back, quivering with tension as her orgasm wracked the girl's body in one long shudder after the other. Ellen was blind with passion, and her unseeing eyes glittered hotly behind long thick lashed lashes, while her head whipped back and forth on the bed.
Who the hell would have ever imagined ... ? Dr. Peele asked himself in wonder as he compared the bucking twisting demon below with the frightened apprehensive young woman of a short while ago. I always knew I could pick 'em, but Christ! He thought as he watched Ellen's tightened stomach muscles writhe madly under the stimulus of her incredible climax. And at the same time he was enormously aware of her spasming cunt-muscles jerking hungrily at his near-bursting cock. Can't hold off any longer, he realized, just before the first hot spurts of cum rifled from his cock up into Ellen's shuddering cunt, touched off by the power of her internal action. The doctor threw his shaggy head back, his mouth open wide, and thrusting his cock to the hilt up into Ellen's convulsing loins, proceeded to fill her empty womb with his gushing seed.
On his bed, Mr. Hellstrom watched in awe as the thick cum flowed back out the opening where Ellen's cunt fitted so tightly around the doctor's jerking twitching penis, expelled by the force of her vaginal spasms. The watching man's eyes bulged, as, still pumping his aching cock, he watched the naked couple on the bed thrash out the last of their orgasms.
When it was finally over, Dr. Peele sank back onto the floor exhausted, his cock slithering wetly from Ellen's still twitching cunt. It was over for him, but not for Ellen. Now that she had finally given in to the insistently growing desires that had up until now been only fantasies, a subtle change came over her. I need, I need! she realized. I need sex, lots of sex. . . . More than any one man can give me . . . and still have time for anything else! And the need was still there, despite the tremendous fucking Dr. Peele had just given her. She looked around wildly, groaning inwardly as she saw that the big man's massive cock was shrinking fast . . . becoming useless. Then her eyes strayed over toward Mr. Hellstrom's bed, and to her delight, saw him still eagerly tugging at his massively swollen rod.
"Oh . . . don't waste it!" she said anxiously, and getting quickly to her feet, went over to his bed. "Here," she said, gently tugging his hands away from his swollen rod, "I've got a better idea."
And while the entranced young man watched happily, she clambered up on the bed, positioning her eagerly opened cunt, still dripping with Dr. Peele's cum, over his up-jutting organ.
"Oh, God," Ellen moaned, her eyes opening wide with delight as she slowly forced Mr. Hellstrom's hard hot cock up into her ready pussyhole, "I could do this forever!"
And that's just what I've been doing, Ellen thought unhappily to herself as she lay in her bed, trying to make out the ceiling in the dark. A hot hungry cunt . . . that's all I am! And the worst part of it is, I don't even WANT to stop!
It was true. Her constant sexual adventures had become a totally necessary part of the young nurse's life And she loved it! Ellen would have felt no guilt at all about her wide-open sex life-except for Steve. Lurking in the back of her mind was the fear that he would eventually find out, and then their marriage would be over. And as much as she loved making love to new men, she felt she loved Steve even more. I think I'd die if he left me, the unhappy redhead thought to herself. She'd tried more than once to give up her sinful life, and it had worked for a few days-almost a week once. Then there would be a handsome new orderly, or one of the doctor's would brush up against her . . . and she'd be off again, panting and writhing as she had the adventure of a new cock sliding in and out of her voracious cunt.
But maybe there's hope now, she told herself. Perhaps the answer lay in the sudden understanding that had come to her tonight- the connection between her job and her seemingly endless sexual need!
I'll quit my job! she decided. But what will I tell Steve ? We need the extra money right now. And besides that, she loved her job. Or is it all the fucking I get there? she asked herself bitterly.
Finally, exhausted, the unhappy young woman drifted off into a troubled sleep, curling close against the warm strong body of her husband.