Chapter 7
Liz was singing to herself as she supervised four practical nurses who were bed-bathing patients.
She felt pleasantly warm and open in her crotch. Darling Janey! Maybe they could have dinner in a restaurant tonight, then go to her apartment. But, no, Ironpants would be there.
Besides, this was Jane's night for gymnastics. She was so goddamn busy! Weekends weren't enough.
The job done, Liz caught sight of Jonas Blake heading for his office. She made no conscious decision, simply drifted in his wake, eventually aware that her walk had slowed, her hips were swaying, that she was primping her hair and smoothing her dress.
She followed him in. After a glance at the corridor to make sure no one had seen her enter, she closed the door behind her and leaned back against it.
Jonas had sat down at his desk. "I was just thinking of you. Did you read my mind?"
"I just realized it's the lazy hour, eleven o'clock."
"Two great minds with the same thought."
"Yes, and about Wilson's party tomorrow night, we both have our minds made up in advance. I don't know about Jane but I feel that they need me here. Who else could they get? We already use too many practical nurses who don't know their ass from a hole in the ground."
He nodded. "Liz, you know something, I've never before tomcatted around on the job. Why now?"
She smiled. "Who could resist me?" She reached behind herself and turned the catch on the door, locking it.
He got up and came to her, his hands cupping on her breasts before he kissed her. And, as her mouth opened under the insistence of his tongue, she reached between them and clutched his hardening prick. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts dwell on it as it grew under her gentle kneading. The long, rubbery shank became a stiff protrusion. Before it was fully hard she unzipped him and sighed with pleasure as the hot, fat head of it wormed out into her hand.
He whispered, "We better make it a quickie. Or people will get suspicious."
"Yes. Let's start it the fast way."
They turned to the bed. Liz had him lie on his back and she knelt over the towering cock rising out of the gap in his white pants. She unfastened the waist and pulled them down enough to reveal his scrotum. She scooped up his nuts in one hand and fisted the rigid cockshank with the other, and bent down toward the engorged, red flaring head.
She licked her lips. She was eager to suck it. Poor Janey, you wouldn't understand. I mean, this isn't cheating on you. This is a man. I won't touch other girls, if you don't want me to. This is a different world. You don't compete here. Honey, it's no skin off your precious ass if I blow Jonas.
Still, she felt a little guilty.
She gazed at the plushy, puffed head capping his bony prick, at the yawning pink slit from which the goodies spurted. There was a drop of clear fluid emerging. She fingered it, spread it around the ridge of the head, then lowered and pressed her tongue tip into the little gash and slowly, voluptuously, licked it.
Jonas groaned. "Baby, you do that once more, I'll shoot all over your face."
She smiled. "Silly, you're not that sharp. I can tell." She swabbed the darkening head with her tongue, licked the rim, and, when it was all glistening with saliva, she opened her mouth and lipped the small tip of it, then forced downward, mouth opening, the split on her tongue, lips moving as she suckered onto it. Her jaw opened wide and her teeth nicked the rim in passing to the smaller shank.
There she paused, sighing deeply, then slowly licking and sucking her mouthful of cock.
He was squirming about. His hips got into it, jerkily stabbing his prick upward, the head jogging in her mouth. And, Liz thought, fuck me, honey. It will get you off sooner, has to be a quickie. Oh, gosh, but I could suck this delicious fucktool all day long, but we have to hurry!
She gazed down the rigid stem protruding from her red lips, at the swollen blue vein on the top of it, at his black ruff of pubic hair, at the big testicles she was squeezing in her hand. Yes, Jonas was all man and she loved him, and wished that she could blow him every day or have him shove this iron prick up her vagina. At moments like this she thought of permanency, even marriage, but she knew herself, too. She was always falling in love. If Jonas knew that she and Janey lapped each other's cunts that would end this, and maybe Janey would freeze up if she could see Liz sucking Jonas's horny cock. And if either saw her make a pass at somebody else, man or woman, they might turn off.
For all of that, Liz knew that she would make Jonas a better wife than that blonde bitch of a Madge.
The head was in her throat. She drew off, slurping nosily. The head escaped her mouth, stood twitching against her extended tongue. She licked around it, playfully rubbed the tip. Then a thought struck her.
Sh" asked, "Jonas, does your wife like giving head?"
His hard breathing slowed. His hand came into her constricted vision and he stroked her cheek. Finally, he said, "No."
"Does she do it?"
"Only when she wants a new fur coat."
Liz heard the bitterness in his voice. She opened her mouth and gobbled in the spongy head, thinking, Any woman who wouldn't love sucking this isn't a woman, that's all. She's got no ovaries. Liz could feel the cock in her mouth traveling in waves throughout her body, like it was as big as a barber pole and she just a bit of flesh built around it. Her cunt was wide open and drooling down her legs. Her tit points burned. It was a tease, of course. She needed her belly full of this rampant penis. But it was a delicious tease, and, besides, was the quickest way to start him toward orgasm.
He was fucking her mouth again. She watched the shaft slip in and out of her ovaled lips. At last she forced down, the head choking off her throat, and sucked hard.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!" he cried.
Quickly she pulled off. She had to have it up her hole. She kissed the slippery head, licked it once more, then hitched up her skirt and crawled astride him. When her knees bracketed his ribs, the darkness of her crotch was poised over the throbbing tower of his manhood.
She tucked her skirt into her garter belt to hold it up, then dropped, hands on the bed, not needing to guide his erection as she aimed her gaping hole at the flared red knob.
She capped it. It lodged in the mouth of her vagina. Her dark curls of lip hair hid it. She lowered and the magnificent fucktool curved up her vagina. She pushed down, feeling it open her. She was panting now as her split came down to his pubic ruff and squashed open on it.
Moaning, she fell on his chest, nuzzled his throat. For a moment she was motionless. She whispered, "Jonas, it feels as big as my arm."
He chuckled. His hands tossed her skirt up off her ass and his fingers dug in.
He said, "Quickie, remember? Can you get a cum right away?"
"You just try me."
He levered upward, driving it in deeper. Liz gasped. Her belly knotted up on the towering piece, pulled in hard, and sucked at it. Within seconds she was off, jerking her ass, hammering it, and giving an inner pull on each slam. Jonas replied with equal rapidity, chopping it in and out, meeting her humps so hard that she thought he would poke right through her.
Liz raised up and looked down between their bodies to her rising belly, on the upswing lifting her off the inflamed wet manhood, her wet-haired lips clinging to it, glued to it, and yet moving as slickly as though oiled. As it descended, her vulva yawned and she saw the coral lips, and then just their joined mat of hair as she whacked down and squirmed her clit on him. Her little split knob was crushed and fire coursed up her body to her eyeballs, and she cried out.
"Jonas, I'm cumming!"
"Then take my load, baby! I'm shooting up your hole!"
He arched up, hips jerking, and she felt the hot fountain spatter semen all over her belly cavern. It convulsed on the spewing penis, sucking the milks right out of his testicles.
She shrieked as her cum peaked and lava burst inside her, and her hole drank up his every dribble of cock cream. The pressure was such that she lifted, trying to escape it, but his hands dug into her buttocks and held her there, exploding her juices and his all over his ruff and scrotum.
He had shot his load, but they were still moving, milking out the last sensations of their joint cum.
Jane had noticed that Jonas' door was closed. Sometimes he took a brief nap after a particularly long operation, Liz had told her.
The diet wagons were rolling and today it was Jane's turn to check each dish against the list. She was busy but working in the corridor, stopping each wagon as it entered the wing, and she could see Jonas' door.
Finally it opened and Liz emerged, and hurried away toward the nurses' lounge.
Jane was thunderstruck.
Liz!
Her face had been flushed, her hair tousled, and her dress not quite straight.
Jane saw the diet lists through a veil of tears. Maybe some pork chops got through to ulcer patients. She didn't know.
Liz had betrayed her.
That afternoon she dodged Liz. Rather than face her in the lounge at the end of the day, she got her coat from her locker and went home wearing her uniform.
In the privacy of her room she let the tears roll down her cheeks.
But self-pity didn't seem enough. She stripped off her dress and undies except for her garter belt and stockings, and, in the bathroom, got out her vaginal vibrator and her mirror. She locked her door and squatted on the toilet, gazing down at the mirror propped against the bathtub. Leaning over she saw her tear-stained cheeks, her big white breasts hung out, the pink caps swollen and the nipples extended by a form of lust strange to her, jealousy, rage, and yet she wished that Liz were there to suck those big aureole cones and the thick mammary pegs tipping them. Forgive her? She brushed a thumb across the sensitive bulges, saw the pink skin become shiny with tautness. No, she couldn't forgive Liz the betrayal. She would retire to masturbation. She could make herself cum without help from anybody. She tweaked her nips, felt the heat in them, exciting although combined with rage. Maybe anger would stop her from thrusting over the hump of orgasm.
That thought was frightening.
She dropped her hands to her winged-out thighs, caressed them from belly outward on the satiny flesh, then the white nylon stocking, coarse on the bands to which the snaps attached, more sleek down to her knees. Slowly she stroked, back and forth from knees to groin. She relived the ecstatic hours locked in Liz's embrace, their mouths together, breasts pulsing on a single heartbeat, a semi-liquid pool of fusing warmth between them, prickled by their nipples. Or reversed, each nuzzling the other's crotches.
The thought made her squirm with passion, and, yet, for the first time it appeared obscene, perverted, dirty!
She caressed the undersides of her thighs, back to her naked buttocks. She leaned back against the toilet tank and raised her knees high, and watched down her body between her thighs the mirror showing her pale-gold fingers stroking the marble rounds of her ass cheeks, and the wispy hair down in the cleft, the little star of her ass-hole, then the split furriness of her tangled auburn twat hair. Her lips had parted slightly and a thin coral line was visible, widening as her fingertips circled her anus, then drew warm lines on her inner thighs, nearing the fluff of pussy hair.
Moisture glistened in her split. She licked her lips. Oh, dammit, maybe it was perverted, but she liked looking at her cunt in the mirror, and she had loved going down on Liz's, nostrils flaring with excitement at the smell of hot vagina, tongue quivering as she tasted the delicious seepage. Dammit, dammit!
And, yet, while thinking of lapping Liz, she reached down to the floor and picked up the vibrator. What she was going to slide up her hole was a male-shape, an imitation phallus, not a replica of a woman's tongue. She did like men. She did like being fucked. What she couldn't endure were betrayals.
She placed the white plastic tube underneath, pressed the tip into her anus, and thumbed the switch. The tip vibrated with sudden violence, making the opening quiver and abruptly go loose and let an inch of the plastic sink in.
She cut the switch, moved the plastic tip to the long curve of her split and slowly traced the length of it, up to her clit and the notch in which it huddled.
Suppose she went to the party the following night, and seduced some man, and let Liz know it?
That would show her!
She turned on the gadget. Quickly it shook her cunt open. Her clit emerged from hiding and stood glistening, a fiery little nub. She probed each inner lip to standing out like the coral leaf of a tropical flower. Her hole was ovaled now, gaping wetly, and she gave it what it wanted, slid the quivering vibrator up it, an inch, two inches.
She was panting now as her whole belly began to move, writhing inside and wringing itself of seeping juices until the vibrator seemed to float up into her.
She'd show Liz! The next night she would get herself fucked, that's what she'd do! Jonas? No matter who. Or would it make Liz more jealous if she seduced a woman? She knew that she could do it now. Oh, she wouldn't enjoy it as she had with Liz because she had been simply bursting with love. But she could do it.
Still, her thoughts were on men, maybe because of the gadget up her hole, and the way her vagina was sucking at it. Yes, her inner cavity wanted cock. Well, get it a stiff penis at the party. Show Liz!
She grunted, and yanked her vaginal sphincter in on the shaking gadget. A flash of heat filled her belly. Starting to cum. She grabbed a tit and kneaded it, drew them together and fingered both nipples, tugged at them while moving the plastic gadget in and out of her belly hole. In the mirror she saw the whole thing disappear inside, a fingertip holding it there, lip hair closing over it.
It was shaking her to jelly.
She would wear that white dress with the scooped-out bosom, the silky one that clung to her body. She would get a man, all right. Bet your sweet ass, Liz, I'm going to make it with a guy and you'll be sorry!
She was on fire. Her vision was turning pink. She could still see her raised and spread legs in the white nurse's stockings and the pinkishness of her exposed thighs, and her tangled twat hair dark with dampness, and her rosy wet clit peeping out, and the long coral gash between it, and the slobbered vibrator dipping in and out of her pulsing crotch hole. Slowly the pink and coral flooded the mirror and she was on top of the rosy peak, her insides racing.
She burst over the top, crying out in ecstasy.
It was a sizzling cum. It made her laugh, and it hurt because she was already wounded by Liz, but it was release, a piggish noise issuing from her fuck-hole and a rivulet of pussy juice winding down to her anus.
At the party! The white dress. A big, hard, lively cock reaming this hungry vagina! She could hardly wait.