Chapter 1
As Dr. Kenneth Raymond finished his emergency appendectomy on the young girl, he took off his surgical gloves, then fastened his eyes on his nurse, Terry Ehrlich.
Every time that he looked in her direction, the young doctor found it that much more difficult to keep his mind on business.
For that reason he did not even look her way during the course of the operation, except to observe instruments she was holding in her hands that he needed.
Dr. Raymond had just moved out of the intern stage. He was content over his position at City Hospital, and looked forward to moving up the hierarchy before leaving to embark on what he knew would be a successful private practice.
But the longer he looked at Terry, the more academic everything else seemed to become.
His alert male eyes flashed first of all on her breasts. He could see them popping out to- ward him beneath her white nurse's uniform.
His eyes then began to trail down toward the rest of her body. He liked the way her body tapered from her superb, eye popping breasts down to her tiny waistline.
From there on things continued to taper. He observed her long, chic lovely legs observable beneath her white nurse's hose.
Anyway that he sliced it, Dr. Kenneth Raymond couldn't help but concede that the gorgeous blonde-haired Terry was a beautiful woman.
At twenty-five she had all of the young interns on the evening shift of the hospital agog. He couldn't recall even one who hadn't expressed an interest in her at one time or another.
Since Terry was too busy to accommodate all of them, a number of the interns had to end up disappointed. But he liked her spirit, and the fact that she had accommodated a tremendous number of them.
He looked at Terry's face, observing-the sparkling blue eyes and the dazzling blonde hair.
"How about taking a break?" he looked at Terry and grinned.
"That sounds pretty good. It's been a busy evening," she laughed.
"Then let's get going."
"Whatever you say, Ken baby," she winked.
A few moments later they entered Ken's private office. He looked up and down the corridor several times before letting the lovely nurse inside.
"That's what I like about working evenings," Terry laughed. "So many of my foolish nurse friends want to work days because they like the hours and their evenings are free, so they'll go out on a few boring dates. But me? I've got all these handsome, hungry young interns around here at night. That's when they get horny. Not only that, but there aren't as many people around to catch on to what's happening."
"I'm with you," Ken chuckled. "If you'll notice, I'm working nights too."
At that point Ken reached out and seized Terry's warm body. He pressed it fervently against his own, then plunged his hot long red tongue inside her mouth.
The saliva meshed with great exhilaration as the tongues worked back and forth, colliding with diligent enthusiasm.
They kept on darting against reach other for the next few moments, after which Terry withdrew her tongue from his mouth.
"I need you right now," she said.
"My prick is bulging like hell with excitement inside my pants," Ken exclaimed. "You know, the last few days when I've seen you I haven't been able to say anything to you. When I see that cute ass of yours wiggling in that tight white uniform when you walk from room to room. If you don't think that makes a guy horny, you've got something else coming."
"If you're that horny, you'd better do something about it quick."
"Oh yes."
"Just sit down on that couch over there and spread your legs" Terry commanded.
"With great pleasure," Ken laughed.
Ken slid his body downward into the comfortable sofa, then spread his legs accommodatingly.
"I'll take care of the rest," Terry said, dropping down to her knees.
"A guy likes to be made to feel important. You're just the kind of girl to do that."
"I want your prick," she announced. "I like gobbling down that hot white stuff! You know, that's what I call my high protein diet."
"You are quite a health addict," Ken quipped.
"You bet your sweet ass I am."
"Speaking of my sweet ass, you've got to suck it sometime soon."
"It sounds delicious, but now I've got my sights set on your long shaft."
"I won't argue that point at all," he nodded. "Come on and work your fingers over my dick. Slide them around, baby. You've got real hypnotic magic in your fingers."
"In my fingers and in my tongue."
"I'm on to that, honey. Oh, do you ever know how to suck me off"
Terry diligently slid her right hand forward, unzipping her lover's trousers. She reached inside Ken's trousers, pulling his hard cock out from beneath his shorts.
"I want you," she whispered.
"Drive your tongue against my dick," he sighed. "Ah, suck it off, baby. The second I looked at you after that operation, I knew how damned bad I needed you. Suck my hot stick, drive your tongue, honey. Eat me, eat my prick juke, eat my hot cock."
Before Terry was about to embark on the actual sucking, however, she wanted to satisfy herself in other ways.
She was also aware of the fact that despite his urging to the contrary, Ken was the kind of man who liked to go through all of the preliminaries. He liked her finger strokes.
"I'm going after those beautiful bulging balls," Terry laughed.
At that point she reached out with both hands, gliding her fingers eagerly over her lover's balls.
She slid her fingers back and forth, driving at an enthusiastic clip, putting even more sensations into Ken's pecker and testicles.
"You're driving me mad," Ken sighed. "Ah, those finger strokes. You're working them so beautifully, baby. Oh, I like the way you're driving your fingers, honey. Keep up the stroke action. Ah, baby, drive your fingers. Oh, do it, baby, ah I know you can do it. Send the fingers into me, honey, work them against my balls, baby, oh, work the fingers."
With great skill and precision, she worked her fingers even more quickly against Ken's balls.
She would alternately tug and stab at the flesh, surrounding her fingers with it, pumping eagerly as Ken twisted and turned with every stroke.
The finger mastery exerted on the part of beautiful Terry was enough to propel Ken into orbit. He knew that he wanted her to move on to the next stage of the action.
"You've got to suck me," he said. "Put your tongue to work, baby. You don't want to have me juicing now. You want me to juice with my cock in your mouth. I want you to eat it. It's no fun unless you're gulping down the hot stud"
"I'll tickle your balls some more, but now I'll do it with my tongue," Terry smiled happy that she was making so much headway.
"That sounds fantastic. Manipulate your tongue, honey, over my balls. Really go to work, baby."
"I sure will."
She reached down and began to slide her tongue against Ken's balls.
Terry began slowly, then proceeded to step up the action, stabbing his balls with her tongue, driving fervently, pushing and pumping ever so eagerly.
As Terry's tongue kept on scraping over his hot ball sack, she reached out and let the fingers of both hands sweep up and down the full length of his bulging pecker.
"Now you're doing it," he gasped. "You're really finding the range, honey. Oh, keep up the stroking. Drive your tongue, darling, oh, yeah, this is what I want. I really need it, baby, I need to explode in your mouth."
Ken's legs began to tremble as Terry kept up the fervent stroking, driving her tongue devastatingly around his balls while her fingers kept on working up and down his cock.
"Turn your tongue loose on my dick," Ken finally exclaimed. "I've gotten enough of the ball action. There's no more that I can take without having to shoot. My juices are going to shoot. I want to juice in your mouth, baby. Come on and put your tongue to work. Ah, come on and slide it over my cock. Drive it hard, baby, oh, I really want you to move it. Ah, come on and slide it, baby. Oh, work it good."
Terry immediately heeded Ken's suggestions. She had been hoping to get him as hot as possible before moving on to the cocksueking.
Now she felt that she had arrived. She had pushed him just as far as she could reasonably push him, before putting her tongue to work on his long hard rod.
"Sweep your tongue over it," he said. "I really need it, baby. Work your tongue, honey."
Terry wasn't about to let a moment pass. As her tongue began to scrape along his balls, she began to work her tongue up and down the full length of his burning penis.
"Drive your tongue," he called out. "Oh, suck me, honey. You've got to make me juice. Ah, go after the hot stuff. I'm going to shoot it off inside your mouth."
A few thrusting strokes later, Terry could see that the hot juice was getting ready to spill from her lover's cock.
Every minute that her diligent fingers made contact against his ball sack, she recognized that he was that much closer.
"Ah, keep it going," he cried out in a hoarse tone. "You've got me on the edge of my chair. Oh, the juices are ready to spill. Oh, my pins are trembling. My legs are on fire. The rest of me is on fire. I can't take any more."
Terry was happy whenever she heard such responses from Ken. It proved that she had not lost her touch.