Chapter 13

From the first time I set eyes on Ned Tracy, I was infatuated with him.

He was a stocky, healthy young man of sixteen, and he had been moved to my floor after he had sufficiently mended.

He sustained some nasty burns as a result of an automobile accident in which he was involved after he had had a little too much to drink.

Once he passed out of the danger zone and was in the recuperative stages, he was moved to my floor and put under my care.

I could tell that he was attracted to me from the beginning, but he didn't say anything and I had a hunch that he wouldn't.

He seemed a little overawed by me, a twenty-three year old nurse who came in daily and did her best to look after his needs.

Late one morning, as I was massaging his back, I observed his cock thrust outward dramatically.

"You've got quite an erection," I said chidingly. "That's a good healthy sign. Maybe it means you're pretty close to leaving here."

"Is that the way they work things around here?" he inquired. "I mean, once a guy gets a hard-on, that means he's healthy?"

"It's not quite that simple," I laughed. "But when the old biological urges are there, that is construed as a healthy sign."

He said nothing more. As a matter-of-fact, I could tell that I had embarrassed him a little by bringing attention to his excited prick.

"Who are you thinking about with that erection?" I asked laughingly.

"How do you mean?"

"I mean that you can't very well have an erection without also having feelings for somebody in connection with it. I'll bet there are lots of girls who dig you in a big way."

"There are a few," he said defensively. "I'd rather not talk about it."

I decided that I would press onward, even though he was embarrassed by the conversation.

"You can discuss any of this with me. I'm your nurse, and I'd like to be considered an old friend."

"If you really want to know the truth," he blurted out suddenly, "I can't help but get an erection around you. You're beautiful!"

"There's no need to get uptight about it," I said soothingly. "I mean, you act like you're ashamed of it. I know that I'm an attractive woman, and it's only natural that you'll feel that way."

"But you're also my nurse, and you're quite a bit older than I am."

"Don't be talking age to me," I snapped. "That really doesn't have anything to do with it. Human attraction transcends age differences. Besides, don't I look pretty young? I sure feel it."

"Oh, I know you are. You're young. I didn't mean for it to sound that way."

"Maybe you didn't, baby. I'll take you at your word. But I'll just tell you one thing. I dig you too, sweetheart."

"You really do?"

"Very much."

At that point I decided to try something very bold. I leaned forward and ran my fingers over the tip of his lengthy penis.

"How does that feel?" I asked.

"It feels great. I can't believe you're doing it to me."

"There's nothing like a little bit of a cock massage to get a guy really turned on."

My fingers began to move with skillful ease up and down the full length of his aroused pecker.

My fingers were scraping against the smooth skin, my lips were plunging forward, converging against his lips.

Our lips remained passionately locked for several long seconds, while my fingers kept on manipulating up and down the full length of his organ.

I could see how quickly he was becoming aroused, and I wanted us to get into the act as soon as possible.

I plunged my body forward, letting my breasts collide with his chest.

He began to gasp, enjoying the stimulating body friction.

He reached out with his right hand, letting it slide over my breasts.

He pinched my nipples a few times, keeping up the rhythmic flow of his movements.

I figured that if I gave him just a little bit of patience in the beginning, he would gladly pick up the ball and proceed from there.

His fingers were maneuvering sharply over my tits and every now and then he would thrust his tongue forward and let it slide inside my mouth.

As the tempo continued to build, I could feel the tremendous urging between my legs. I badly needed to explode, and I wanted his cock inside me.

I lowered my body, lying on my back and spreading my legs. I showed him my blonde pubic mound.

"Go to it, honey, fuck me," I said. "Come on and screw me, baby. You've got to screw me. I need it right now."

My zealous urgings brought him eagerly to the moment at hand. He kept sliding his fingers over my breasts and, as he did so, he plunged his penis into my mound.

His fingers worked smoothly up and down my legs, and he worked his cock with brilliant effectiveness inside my mound.

He would let his body lunge forward, then permit his cock to penetrate deeply inside my pussy. He would play with my ass cheeks, then my legs, enjoying the fervent activity that was developing.

Back and forth he kept on lunging his body, driving his penis into me, stabbing it wildly as he pushed that much closer to climax.

His fingers found the mark first on my legs, then my ass cheeks. After a while, he let his fingers come into contact with my breasts once more.

The constant friction served to make me even more excited as he kept up his brilliant movements, driving his cock with fervent grace.

He kept on moving closer to climax, and the closer he got, the hotter and faster his rapier cock stabs became.

My whole body was beginning to tremble noticeably as I moved closer to climax. There was no way that I could stave off that grand moment, nor did I want to. I wanted to juice spectacularly at the same time his orgasmic sea of liquid was being dispelled from the end of his urgent cock.

He kept directing his huge tool inside me with sharp strokes. Occasionally he would hurt me with the sheer force of his fire power, but on the whole I received nothing but pleasure, and even the pain that came with the pleasure took on a certain type of pleasure all its own.

He once more went back to squeezing my buttocks as he pushed himself into the final stages of the activity. He kept hurling his body forward, plunging his cock into the innermost depths of my pussy, driving himself that much closer to climax.

He heaved and gasped several times, and I could see the sweat pouring down both sides of his face. There was a look of tension written all over his face as he kept on fucking me, driving himself ever forward, putting everything he had into his productive strokes.

A few stabs later, I could no longer hold back the load that had been waiting to release itself within me.

I unleashed my juices, and he at that very same moment began to release the white orgasmic liquid from the end of his surging tool.

"I'm there," he said happily. "What a fuck! You've got such a beautiful cunt, darling. I really love fucking you. Oh, the juice is surging. It feels so good to get rid of it. Oh, there's nothing to beat a good orgasm!"

He was releasing his juices from his cock, and kissed my lips passionately.

He permitted his arms to lock securely around me as the juices were being dispatched out of the end of his huge tool and into my pussy.

After he finished exploding inside me, I lay back and enjoyed myself for a few moments. I needed to relax. It had been an on-target orgasm, something that doesn't happen all that often.

He reached out and ran his fingers through my sweaty hair.

"I like your soft hair," he told me. "It was spectacular, honey. I'm glad you talked me into it. I would have chickened out."

"I knew you really wanted it, Ned. I didn't see any reason to deprive you of it, just because you're uptight about me being your nurse."

"I'm sure glad you pushed me along. It really helped."

"I guess it did."

I was content to lie there for a few minutes, but soon the torrid emotions began to surface once more throughout my entire body.

My next move was to reach out with my right hand and let my fingers go to work on his testicles.

His cock had gone down in the aftermath of the big explosion, but I had enough confidence in myself, and in him, to recognize I could bring him back up again without much difficulty.

So my fingers went to work with the greatest of ease, sliding around his balls. I could tell from the way he was smiling how much he enjoyed the action, and I saw his penis springing to life once more.

"You're a magician with your fingers," he told me.

"I've been told I'm a magician with my tongue as well."

"I'll just bet that you are."

"It would be wonderful to have more sex with you."

I kept up my finger stabs, bringing his cock to the point where it attained full erectness.

"You've got it up there as high as it will go," he laughed.

"I knew you had it in you."

"I'll have it in me with somebody as gorgeous as you around."

I figured that such a kind remark deserved a kiss, so I leaned my head forward and allowed my lips to collide with his.

I ran my fingers eagerly through his hair, really embracing him while our lips continued to meet.