Chapter 11
Her excitement was intense but she managed to suck gently on the meaty length. She gazed down at the fattening shank that ovaled her lips and saw it become firmer, almost a direct line from her mouth into his glossy black ruff.
She drew off, gasping for air and looking up at him and saying, "I love sucking it, Jonas. Funny. I never did before."
"You're doing a hell of a good job. Be careful you don't make me shoot off."
Then she pressed a kiss to the bulging tip. "I think I'd like that, if I didn't choke on it. I mean, last night you shot an awful lot of cream up my hole. Really, I'd like to try swallowing it." She rubbed the slippery head about her face, licked the underside of the hardening shank. The growth of it now was almost frightening. She had to make her mouth yawn to pass her teeth over the rim, but then it was easier, a firm mouthful. The stem was hard enough that she could fist it and begin jerking it off, pulling as she sucked, pushing her hand toward the root when she breathed out.
She had only once before felt an urge to go down on a prick. That had been about two years before, on a boy named Dave. He hadn't been a very manly type, prone to giggle, and she had found herself the aggressor, becoming excited from kissing and finally stroking his thigh up to the bulge of his penis. She had wanted him to take her breasts out, but he had seemed to be content with caressing the sweatered orbs, so she had unzipped him as a hint. He still had done nothing. Then, finding her hand full of hot, swollen man meat, she had felt a sense of power, something like what a man must feel in raping a woman. She had pushed his hand away from her breasts and just sat there in Dave's car toying with his rigid prick, hers to do with as she pleased, a prong that both her hands didn't quite cover.
The existence of Dave himself had receded from her consciousness and she had somehow viewed his cock as part of herself, as though her pussy had sprouted a male organ. Curiously, two-handing the throbbing erection brought her panting toward orgasm. She had felt her mouth water as the fever mounted in her, and she had been on the point of dropping down to at least taste it when Dave had given a cry, his hips had jerked, and in front of her eyes the split in the end and opened and creamy globs of cream had fountained all over both of them.
Dave had apparently been ashamed of the incident, and had avoided her after that.
She couldn't help but think of it while softly sucking Jonas' prick. Yes, this was aggressive, and like Dave, Jonas didn't mind a woman taking the initiative. That had to be part of his attraction for her. She wondered if he would let her mount him. Her cunt was now drooling steadily and she needed action. Surely she would be able to jerk her hips like crazy if she were on top.
She forced to him, taking the head in her throat, nibbling the rigid shank, eyeing the taut, cylinder projecting from her mouth. Then, sucking and tonguing, she very slowly drew off, licking it as she surrendered the pulsing head.
She whispered, "Jonas, my crotch is all swampy. I think we better put your cock into me, let me get a good cum. But, listen, after that, let me suck your load. I really want to try it."
He responded by pressing the back of her head, drawing her into it again. She opened her mouth and let it be filled with his meat. He was unzipping her uniform dress, then unhooking her bra.
She tongued it out long enough to say, "Undressed, we'd be in trouble if an emergency call came over the squawk box."
He swore. "Maybe I should take Wilson's offer. I could lock my office door and screw you all day long, let my customers just sit in the waiting room."
"Customers?"
"Hell, yes. They'd come to buy my bedside manner. Wilson hasn't got patients, just customers. Well, it would make Madge happy. D'you want to work for me there?"
"I'm used to hospital work."
She corked onto his prick again, gave it a couple of good sucks before he drew her dress up her body and she had to disengage, raising her arms so that he could strip it off. She fisted his stem again and steered it to her mouth, slurping loudly on it. She used her other hand to un-snap his shorts. She peeled them off while still munching the fat cockhead.
Her vagina had begun to pulse hotly. She raised off and asked, "Could I ride you, Jonas?"
"Climb on, baby." He dropped back on the bed.
Naked except for her cap, garter belt, stockings and shoes, Jane got onto the bed, astride his hairy legs. She moved dog fashion until her knees bracketed his chest. Then she looked down between her hung-out tits to the pole of man meat standing up between her spread thighs, aiming at the soggy mat of her pussy hair. She lowered her gaping notch to the red-purple head, slowly settling onto it, knowing that she needn't grasp his penis to steer it between the swollen lips of her twat because they gaped widely, presenting the slipperiness of her channel and the immense opening of her fuck-hole, the easiest of targets. His fiery knob was soon enclosed, and she sank her cunt down on it, hearing it suck on the horny intruder, feeling that suck as a contraction of her vagina that burst into a series of spasms as soon as the viscous flow of it closed on man meat.
"Ooooooohhhhhh!" she cried. "I'm starting to cum on the head of your cock!"
She hung there, poised, seeing between her breasts the tall, rigid trunk of his penis, all of it exposed, only the head within the tender clutch of her vaginal sphincter muscle, which was fluttering now, daintily caressing the velvet-shod, slippery head, then contracting to mouth it inure firmly.
The cum was right there at the entrance. Tiny hot flashes chased around his knob, coalesced into a ring that slowly but surely drew in and gripped, forming a seal.
There was a single, loud suck, then a gush, and Jane cried out and shook her ass and saw rivulets of drool worm down the tower of a stem, and felt the seething heat leave. She sank down as she went soft all over, moaning softly, still watching her twat fall, engulfing the standing meat. The head rode up her hole as though it were as big as a barrel.
She watched her hairy labia spread and flatten on his loins, and her protruding pink clit disappear into his ruff.
She squatted there, kneeling, the curved cock high in her belly. She squirmed, rubbing her clit on him, and the orgasm seethed from her, opening to the nubbin, and fired it explosively. She gave a jerk, groaned, threw her head back and squeezed in again, searching for another little clitoral blow off and getting it, a bursting cum.
Panting, still braced straight-armed over Jonas, she avoided his gaze, for the orgasm had been shameful, a cum when only the knob of his penis was inside her, as though she were an animal that only needed to be touched and she would erupt.
She choked, "I shouldn't let myself go that way."
"Why in hell not?"
"It makes me feel like a pig. I want to grunt and let my cunt squirm all over you and suck and make slurping noises. I mean, it's just rutting, what animals do. I felt like I didn't even have a name, as though I gave up being who I am. As though if somebody were looking they'd see just a hairy twat swollen open and showing its pink insides all runny and smelly. I can smell myself."
"So can I. And I like it."
She glanced sidelong at him. He was smiling gently. He reached up her arms and caressed her throat with his fingertips. It made her blush.
She looked away, and saw the mirror on the wall over his desk, a larger one than a man would install. This room might have been used by nurses in the past. She saw herself in it, her naked form kneeling astride a hairy-bodied man, hands on his shoulders and arms straight, her back curved inward to her waist, and then the sharp upturn of her rump. She still wore her peaked white cap, stiffly starched, and her garter belt, white stockings, and shoes. These garments accentuated her nakedness, the big hams of her ass and her tits with their oversize pink caps. Her cap and the tidy auburn waves of hair into which it nestled belonged to Jane Hearne, R.N., but the grotesque position, the nakedness squatting on a man with his long cock filling her belly, that was someone else; the piggish, depraved girl who a few moments ago had pulled off an orgasm with only the head of Jonas' prick inside her, and moments before that had admitted she loved sucking cock.
Oh, this lascivious creature whose tits and ass were too big, her twat too hairy, had always existed, most freely and vividly in masturbation. She had probably been less ashamed of this other self than afraid of her, for she was a wanton bitch, a hot cunt who laughed at achievement and pride in her profession, who was now mounted on a man when she should be at work. Well, she often worked extra hours without additional pay. The hospital owed her this hour. But the lewd wanton within her would, if it got control, keep her in a constant state of wet panties, parading about with a roving eye, wagging her behind invitingly at whatever well-hung male aroused her lust.
She had used masturbation as an outlet for this over abundance of passion, then had tried the lesbian angle with Liz. Oh, she had liked that very much, had enjoyed cunt-lapping as much as having a tongue up her own hole. But it hadn't made an animal of her, so hot that she had arrived at work smelling of vaginal drool, and practically bowlegged.
She bit her lip. Then she whispered, "Jonas, I'm afraid. Beyond that wall is the corridor, people hurrying up and down, and yet I'm riding your cock as though it's all I care about, and it is. I used to think when I had the hots for a guy that I was in love with him, and maybe I am in love with you, but I also have a hang-up about sex. Maybe I'm a nympho trying to hold it down."
"Honey, it's a lot healthier than Madge's frigidity."
"But see, a girl built like I am, such big tits and an extremely hairy twat, I mean, I've never seen a girl with more bush than I have, well, you either get ashamed of your obvious sexuality or else you flaunt it, live for it. I've tried to do neither, live as a person, almost one that could be either male or female."
He chuckled. "As a guy you'll never make it, baby."
She shot a glance down at him. "Jonas, you're a bit of a male chauvinist pig. You do think a woman can live for her man, that it's enough."
He turned serious. "No. I respect your ambitions."
"But if I married you, you'd try to make .a Madge of me. Well, I don't want to marry you, anyhow." Then, impulsively, she lowered and kissed him, and squirmed her breasts over his hairy chest, and whispered, "I don't know what I want to do, but I do want your cock inside me, Jonas."
She nuzzled his cheek. She felt that bony shaft inside her stir. She raised again, wishing a certain distance from him, afraid that kisses and caresses might instill too much affection. Well, she wanted affection from him, and fucking, but somehow leaving her privacy, her persona, intact.
She thought, I'm a fucked-up broad trying to straighten out my life with an erect penis pulsing in my vagina, and that's a stupid-ass thing to do. Here I am, hands on his shoulders, arms straight, professional white cap perched on nicely coif fed hair, back curving down into the waist, and then all ass, my God, in the mirror I'm all ass and big thighs, and I have my professional white stockings and shoes on! I can't see the big, rib-like manhood inside me, I'm hiding it, but I look grotesque just the same.
As though to complete the picture, Jane raised up, drawing off the towering prick, saw it in the mirror red and glistening with her vaginal juice, saw her hairy lips clinging to it, pulled out because they were suckered fast on it. She raised to the head, then jogged on it, raising and lowering her behind an inch or two with the head bobbing in and out of the sphincter muscle at the mouth of her vagina.
It was a tease. She knew that it was a sex variation possible only when there was control, an experienced cock, and a cunt ready to experiment. She liked that thought. It made her seem self-possessed. Oh, filling herself up was the big thing, taking the whole bony length into her vagina, but she was gaining confidence.
In the mirror she saw her breasts swing into view each time she jogged. In this position they hung and lurched about like bells, despite their firm out-thrusting posture when she was upright. Maybe it was shameful to be so amply titted, and to have a sloshy cunt sucking greedily on the lump on Jonas' cockhead. But somehow she was facing what she was, and even though the view in the mirror was lewd, she in her pristine white cap cunt-nipping a man's penis, although her face was red with humiliation at seeing herself obscenely cunt-sucking a man's cockhead, she was beginning to feel that she could satisfy her passions and yet remain Jane Hearne, R.N.
She sank down, impaling herself on the velvet-capped spear. She squirmed on him, squeezing her oily split about on his loins. In the mirror her eyes were hooded lustfully, her smile a lascivious twist. Slowly, a fusion occurred, her starched cap no longer a thing apart from her fevered body, no longer marking a different one from the woman rotating her big white ass to knead her insides on the skewering rise of horny penis. She almost felt that she could accept herself, make her probable nymphomania a respected part of her proud self-image.
But, without Jonas the picture was incomplete.
She couldn't let Wilson and Madge suck him into the clinic. Not even if she could accompany him, for having only money would destroy her pride in her work.
Thus it was while riding his bony manhood and watching her mirror image perform the act, that she resolved to act.
She would visit Madge and issue her declaration of war, explain why she was going to fight tooth and nail for Jonas' right to determine his future.
Having decided, she felt a great serenity come over her. Her eyes closed and her lips drew back as she grunted unashamedly, pitching long and hard on the penis in her vagina, drawing herself into a controlled orgasm like climbing an acre of puffy pink clouds in the sky, then stuffing them all up her hole, compressing them to a heavy oiliness, then expelling the whole barrel of juice in a single gush.
"Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhh!" she cried.
Jonas said, "Hey, you're making my nuts boil. You said you wanted to suck my load out. Still want to? Or should I shoot off?"
"I don't care, darling. I'll cum again either way."
Jonas began to pitch, slamming it up her convulsing hole. Jane caught the rhythm, quickly rising and falling, almost bouncing. The new cum seemed to start in the top of her head and flash to her toes. Every corpuscle in her body seemed swollen to the size of a tomato. This time she wasn't stuffing clouds up her vagina. She was riding a tree trunk.
He gasped. The globs flew upward, raising her off the bed, and she flipped right out of herself, lifted by each spurt of flying cum.
"Fuck me," she choked. "Fuck, fuck, keep on fucking...."
Endlessly the big prick throbbed and blasted, and Jane moaned until waves of heat burned her to a jelly, and she fell down on him.
Her hips still jerked, milking every last drop of man juice from his loins.