Chapter 6
When Jane aroused from the voluptuous pink bliss of orgasm she was again in Liz's arms, their mouths together. Liz's tongue tip was in her mouth and she could smell her own cunt juice on her lover's face. Strangely, the musky odor didn't repel her. It was somehow exciting.
Then Liz whispered, "You passed out, honey."
"It was too much." Remembering her thought that she must do something for Liz, she reached between them and untied the bodice of her nightie, folded back the material, and pressed her hand to the girl's hot tit.
A rigid nipple bored at her palm. She shivered. Never had she touched a girl's breast. Gingerly she rubbed the stiff nipple with her palm, and fingered about it. like herself, Liz had oversize aureoles. They felt rubbery. The flesh about them had a downiness on which her fingertips slipped. She explored the bulging orbs of flesh underneath, cupped her hand, and pressed, shook, and felt the tit jiggle.
Her experiments made Liz sigh deeply and move in for another kiss, a deep one, tongue sliding full in. Heated by this, Jane brought both hands between them and seized both of Liz's titties, then felt the other do the same to her.
They lay kissing and playing with each other's tits until Jane knew from Liz's panting that she must do something more. Could she suck a breast? She had to, for Liz's sake, and now she curled down to it and took a big, firm, cone shape in both hands and licked the nipple, swabbed it with the flat of her tongue. On her elbows, the breast in cupped hands, she lipped the stiff peg while tonguing the flattish end of it. She raised off and saw that the nipple had grown and sharpened. She fingered the aureole, squeezed the white flesh about it, and felt an excited quirking deep in her belly. Yes, she liked that! She kissed the tip, then circled her tongue about it, swabbing the aureole, and heard Liz groan with pleasure. Nibbling and licking, she ate her way down the turgid stem, suckered onto the aureole and, with sudden hunger, gobbled her mouth full of meaty breast.
Liz grasped the back of her neck and forced her face into it while gasping hotly and squirming on the bed.
Sucking rhythmically on her mouthful, Jane eyed the other breast. She reached to it, watched her fingers tease the nipple, curling about it, tugging it. The sight was lovely, the white hillock crowned with red, tipped with the stiff spike bending before the touch of her finger. Here she was sucking a girl's breast and fingering the other, knowing from Liz's panting that it was making her hot, and feeling no shame. Instead, she delighted in the cushiony feel of the tit in her mouth and the one under her hand, in the pound of blood inside, in the nipples as stiffly erect as little pricks.
She turned her gaze down Liz's body and saw her belly suck in, quivering, then her legs spreading from her twat fur, muscles ridging in her thighs, straining. Quite naturally, she slid a hand down the smooth belly and combed her fingers into the bushy, dark mound. It seemed no different from masturbating, even when her fingertips went over the hump of Liz's mound and down her damp outer lips and pressed to open them, then nudged the slippery bud of her clit.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!" Liz gasped. "Darling, I just love it."
Jane raised off her breast point to draw a deep breath and murmur, "Me, too, Liz, I love all of it." She gazed down the girl's white belly at the finger slowly, delicately, stroking her clit. She whispered, "Liz, do you want me-down there."
"Oh, God, do I! But, honey, do you want to."
"I don't know. I'm curious. I mean, I should try, and see...."
"You'll like it, Janey."
Wondering, Jane raised Liz's breast to her mouth and nibbled the tip while gazing down at her finger toying with the girl's cunt, stroking her clit, and voyaging down the folds of sleekly oiled inner flesh toward her hole. She sort of gravitated toward it, nuzzling down Liz's body, rubbing her cheek on the exquisitely smooth flesh, bending down until her pussy bush loomed, filling her vision, and she got her first whiff of hot cunt, a tingling in her nostrils. She raised and hung over it, looking down at the hairy twat lips spread open about her coral gash, at the little pink clit protruding in its protective notch. She sniffed, felt her nostrils wrinkle at the strong scent.
She climbed over Liz's thigh and faced her, between her spread legs. She placed her hands under Liz's thighs and raised them, pushing them back, opening her cunt to a gaping, hair-edged wound to which Jane bent. Suddenly she knew the power of cunt musk. The odor writhed into her nose and made her blood pound excitedly, more so as she went down to it and saw the juice glistening on her lip hair, and the tiny rivulet of it escaping her fuck-hole and tracing a silvery line down toward the pucker of her anus.
She bent closer between the white marble columns of Liz's raised thighs into thehair-edged valley. The cunt odor made her pant as she extended her tongue and wagged it at the little clit. Suddenly bold, she licked it.
The effect was convulsive. Liz's hips jerked, mashing her gaping twat into Jane's face. Her feet came over Jane's shoulders, and heels braced in her back as Liz heaved up, hips jerking.
Jane had no choice but to eat it, to lick, to munch the hairy lips. And, within seconds she was on fire, willingly licking up the girl's fuck-hole, rimming it with her tongue, lapping it, and sucking out the juices. She swabbed the whole gash with the flat of her tongue, nibbled the clit, returned to the vaginal mouth where she inserted her tongue while trying to enclose the entire vulva in her mouth.
Her head was spinning, her pulse pounding as though to burst her. She was just as excited as Liz when the girl began fucking her face and crying, "Janey, I'm cumming, honey. Oh, lick my cunt. Please, darling, lick it, lick it, suck it!"
Jane found that her own hips were in motion, grinding, and she felt pussy juice dripping down her legs. As Liz came she flung a hand back to her own cunt and stuck two fingers up her hole and thumbed her clit.
She groaned into Liz's gash as she finger-fucked herself to orgasm, drank cunt juice, sucking loudly, piggishly, as her own vagina burst and scalding fluids ran down her legs.
She bit on Liz's hairy outer lips as they both surged through their cums.
It was morning.
Jane awoke with her head on Liz's breast. The girl's arm was curled about her. Jane's nose touched a shrunken nipple. She squirmed to it, wetted her lips, and mouthed the rubbery little protrusion.
Gently sucking it she gazed down Liz's body at her flat belly, at the matted dark pussy hair between her spraddled legs. Cautiously, to not wake her, she reached to it and fingered lip hair stiff with dried cunt juice. Exploring, she found that within the lips it was all open and slippery.
She wondered how her own twat felt after all that loving last night. She moved her hand to her legs, spread them, and fingered her lips, the hair as matted as Liz's, and between as soft and wetly slick as she had ever felt it.
Lazily sucking Liz's tit, at the same time fingering her own twat, she thought, I feel so good. This can't be wrong. Maybe I'd worry about the lesbian side if I didn't enjoy being fucked by a man. After all, a girl who at eighteen got a full orgasm the moment a cock had for the first time filled her cunt, well, she is normally sexed. Could this make me double-normal? She smiled. Well, this was fully satisfying. She didn't need a man, thank God. She could avoid that bruising of her pride, male domination, the final indignity of marrying some guy and losing her identity, having Jane Hearne, R.N., smothered beneath the title of Mrs. John Smith. But Liz could take nothing from her.
As she mused, Liz came awake and her hand moved to her breast and forced more into Jane's mouth. She drew it in while curling her tongue about the now erect nipple.
Liz whispered, "What a nice way to wake me up!"
Jane raised off the tit and kissed Liz's mouth, licking her lips open, then playfully nibbling her nose. "I found that our pussies are all mucky. Want to bathe and then make love?"
"Good idea." They climbed out of bed and went naked, arms about each other, to the bathroom. They got into the stall shower and Liz turned faucets to produce a tepid spray. Under it they hugged, and Jane marveled at the delightful squishiness of the big breast cushion between them. Then she became aware of the usual early morning pressure in her bladder.
"Damn," she said, "I forgot to pee. Now I'm all wet."
Liz laughed. "Why, piss right here. It all goes down the same drain. Can't you pee standing up?"
"Silly!" Jane was giggling. "I never thought of it."
"Come on, we'll piss together." Liz backed from her, bowed her legs and reached a hand down to press her pussy lips, opening them to expose her peehole. In a moment a jet of yellow urine burst out, arching out and spattering in the tile floor.
Jane was laughing too hard to do it at first. But finally, legs apart, hips shot forward, she hosed out a stream double Liz's, shooting between her legs to splash on the wall. Then Liz broke up. And Jane realized that teenage girls might do this sort of thing. It was childish. Maybe the whole lesbian thing was a reversion, a slipping backward in time to when they hadn't the responsibility of coping with mature men. Maybe so. But she was swinging between giggles and laughter. It was fun! She felt so good she switched her torso, making her tits leap about. Liz mimicked her. They moved close, tits swinging like bells, slapping each other wetly in passing.
Then they got busy with washcloths and soap, scrubbing themselves and each other until Jane lost track of whose washcloth was swabbing her cunt and which breast she happened to be fondling.
Weak from laughter, they staggered out of the shower, toweled each other, and hurried back to bed.
Liz said, "Let's get a quick cum and then have breakfast."
That meant go down right away. When Liz was on the bed Jane climbed to her in reversed position, head between her lover's legs, her hand grasping Liz's neck and drawing her face in between her own spraddled thighs.
Her head on satiny thigh flesh, gazing at black pussy hair still damp from the shower, she fingered the lips open, revealing her coral gash and ovaled hole. There was little odor now but she meant to produce some. She squirmed in and, as she licked the length of the girl's split, she felt Liz's tongue slide into her fuck-hole and voluptuously tour the rim.
She felt it all the way to her ovaries. Moaning, she returned the favor, squeezing her lips into Liz's hole, breathing hotly, then voluptuously curling her tongue about, savoring the juices that had already begun to flow. She armed Liz's buttocks and squirmed closer, flattening her breasts on the other's belly, digging her fingers into a buttock, and holding fast as she quivered and shook all over, and she couldn't suppress her moans of ecstasy. Through lust-hazed eyes, she saw the thin dark hair leading from Liz's cunt up to her ass crack, a swirl of it around the star pucker of her anus. She had neglected this. She dipped an index finger into the slipperiness of her gash, wetting it all around, then pressed it at the spongy ass-hole. She heard Liz cry out, and the pucker seemed to dilate before her touch and suck her fingertip right in.
Jane finger-fucked it as she ate cunt, wallowing in it, rubbing her whole face in the widespread gash, nibbling every hair, munching the lips, sucking the blossoming clit into her mouth, wagging her head, pulling it to a bursting little prick.
Liz cried, "I'm cumming!"
Then she stuck her finger into Jane's ass-hole, and she shrieked and it started to go, their bodies whipping together, tongues spiraling in and out of the depths of the other's belly, clit-sucking, gash-lapping, panting each in the other's gaping organs until Jane gave a last violent moan and collapsed, her vagina gushing like a fountain.
She lay slowly drifting downhill from the red peak of orgasm, still enjoying it as she lapped up the juices that had escaped her sweetheart's cunt.
On Monday morning the appendix, Hank Carson, anxiously awaited the return of his two favorite nurses.
Jane Hearne came sweeping into his room, titties jiggling, looking impossibly beautiful; her red hair glowed and her color was high and her grin huge, dimpled, terribly pleased to see him.
She stuck a thermometer into his mouth.
"Umph," he said. Gosh, the way her tits stuck out! And the big hams of her ass, rolling as she moved briskly about, tidying his bedding and pillow. She never stopped smiling. Her boyfriend must have rooted her good over the weekend, he thought. She looked like a woman who had been screwed about nineteen times with a rigid cock.
He was learning to talk around a thermometer.
"How's your love life?" he asked.
"Just grand." She smiled all the wider.
"Just gland? I bet you have grand glands."
"I bet lots of girls slap your face, Hank." She leaned over him adjusting the covers. Shit, he could see down her dress front, cleavage that looked a hand deep, milky tits! His groin throbbed and pulled at his incision. He winced but kept on looking at her breasts.
She was pulling the thermometer from his mouth and he had just glimpsed a pink arc of aureole in her gaping bra when Dr. Blake entered, stethoscope pronged into his ears, the bouncy little Kelly trailing him.
Kelly did his pulse and Blake stethoscoped and Jane Hearne shook out the thermometer, saying, "Ninety-two is a little cold isn't it, Doctor?"
Kelly giggled. "There's no blood left for his mouth, that's why."
"I think he's dead," Blake said. "Above the waist, anyhow."
Hank had to fight against the laughter that tore so painfully at his incision. He choked, "Doc, you aren't going to examine my groin with women watching, are you?"
Blake said sternly, "Young man, it is all for medical science. I know that you're shy, but you'll have to bear with it. These nurses must observe in order to learn."
"I'm afraid my incision has a shadow over it."
"Then they must take a careful look. I am sure neither of them has ever observed a male in such a condition."
The girls were giggling, Hank biting his lip to keep from laughing and rupturing the incision, and Blake looked amused. Everybody was in a high mood on Monday morning, it seemed. Hank wondered if Blake screwed the two nurses, one or both. Hank himself sure would.
They brought the screen and Blake tossed back the sheet and opened his gown. Sure enough, his cock was at half mast. Blake was grinning.
He said, "Hank, I'm afraid we may have to amputate."
"All of it, Doc?"
"Maybe just the first ten or fifteen inches," Blake said.
Beyond the screen, the girls chortled with laughter.
When Jonas had finished his rounds, Jane and Liz brought the charts into his office for tabulation. To Jane he seemed preoccupied. He gazed absently at them, took the charts, and shoved them across the desk.
He said, "I'd tell you to sit down, but where? A desk, a chair, a bed, three people-this cubbyhole is stuffed full. The good side is it brings me closer to a pair of luscious broads."
Liz giggled and made a mock curtsy. "Thank you for the compliment, sir," she said.
"And over the door is the squawk box, about to yell for us to grab our scalpels and rush to the O.R. It's inhuman."
Jane didn't know what he was driving at. She said, "The pay is decent enough."
He snorted. "You want double pay? I know where to get it. Listen, you two want to do me a favor? Advise me? You're bright girls. See for yourselves and give me your opinions. I'll show you how the other half lives. Oh, it'll be no surprise to you. You know the professional ropes, you know that hospital work is for those who can't do better, or else those who are perverse, thinking their job is to serve suffering humanity. But I'll show you. Tomorrow night. Do you like champagne, caviar, smoked salmon?"
They nodded eagerly.
He said, "Doctor Wilson is formally opening the new wing of his clinic, inviting medical big shots and politicos and God knows who else. You'll be more than welcome because pretty girls are always in short supply. I want you to look it all over and tell me what you think."
Jane said, "Tomorrow is my embryology class. I can't make it."
"Hell, this is more important. I insist. Now, buzz off while I study these charts."
As they went down the corridor toward the nurses' lounge, Liz filled Jane in. "It's his wife, she wants him to join this Doctor Wilson. But I think he figures his job is surgery, not bleeding money out of rich patients."
Jane had figured that. Her thoughts were elsewhere-on Liz and what they had done together. They found the lounge empty. Jane drew her lover into the concealment of the locker room and slipped an arm about her, saying, "Give me a kiss to start the day right."
Liz's hands slid up to her shoulders, vined about her neck. Her tongue slipped out, teasing. Jane touched it with her tongue tip and felt the delicious thrill of the slippery contact, reveled in it for a moment before enclosing Liz's lips in hers and delving into the opening orifice. Their breasts met and formed a warm, throbbing cushion between them.
Within moments she felt a vaginal warmth, a moving dampness inside her. But just as important as the sexual excitement was the reassurance of having someone, of their belonging to each other. She had certain rights, and now she slid a hand down Liz's hip and fingered up her skirt, felt over stocking top and garter to her pussy. She stroked the silky hair on her mound, as always, pleased that Liz wasn't wearing panties, her cunt always exposed to a loving caress.
Liz whispered in her mouth, "Sweetie, that's too much on a working day."
Jane agreed. But she squeezed the hairy lips of Liz's vulva before ending their embrace.