Chapter 16
They say you can't keep a good man down for very long, and that would certainly have to be said for Ned's cock.
He didn't want to rest it for a very long period of time. We lay next to each other momentarily, after which he got up and let his surging lips press against mine several times.
Needless to say, I began to feel that familiar twitching in my pussy, which meant that I was set for some more action.
He reached out with both hands, allowing them to collide against my breasts. He touched the firm, warm flesh, enjoying the fact that the efforts were getting me hotter.
He watched my body twist back and forth, and he kept up his finger movements, sending them pressing against my tits.
Every now and then, just to add to the sheer delight of the moment, Ned would let his fingers twist against my nipples. That caused my whole body to sway, and as it did so, he grew all the hotter.
Ned allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. He let his tongue slide eagerly several times against my tongue.
He finally released his tongue, after which he permitted his fingers to roam up and down my legs.
I finally reached the point where I became overwhelmed by it all. Just being around Ned, who had a huge erection, gave me a shot in the arm.
I found myself reaching out with my trembling right hand. The next thing I knew, my fingers were firmly pressing against the tip of his cock.
They worked against the tip for a little bit, and then moved down toward the base of his long stick.
I kept up the finger activity, getting him more enthused with every stroke.
"I've got to ram my cock into your pussy," he told me.
"Yes, that's what I'm leading up to."
"You really know how to lead."
"Do you like my movements."
"I love them," he gasped. "Just one thing. While the fingers of your right hand are working over my cock, I want you to use the fingers of your left on my balls."
"That can be easily arranged." I accomplished just that, permitting the fingers of my left hand to come into sizzling contact with his balls.
They were bulging, which represented a healthy sign. It meant one thing, that he was exceptionally turned on, and was about ready to deliver some stimulating fucks to me.
After I had been massaging his cock and balls for quite some time, I stretched out on my back, spreading my legs and giving him the opening he needed.
"I can see that gorgeous white mound," he grinned. "It's so nice and moist."
"Reach out and touch it," I begged, releasing my fingers from his cock and balls at that point.
He nodded, his eyes widening, with mounting passion as the fingers of his right hand began to unleash themselves ceremoniously against my pussy.
My pussy lips were begging for contact, and his fingers worked with great swiftness against my willing mound.
"This is great," he sighed. "The perfect prelude, honey."
As the fingers continued working against my slick, moist vagina, I decided that it was time for him to put his burning cock to work against my blazing mound.
"I need you right now," I cried out.
"And you're going to get me," he grinned.
He flipped his body forward, allowing his long peter to slide inside my pussy.
I liked the thorough manner with which he approached the subject. His fingers slid ever so smoothly against my firm breasts and he wiggled his hips several times as he glided his penis into my mound.
With searing determination he plunged forward. I could tell it was destined to be a quick fuck. There was no way that he was going to sustain the kind of pace, but I didn't mind.
When a guy is all that turned on the thing to do is to get his cock off as fast as possible.
On top of that, I was pretty aroused myself, and I enjoyed those sharp, excited movements he was providing with his long rod.
He kept surging his penis forward, entering me ever deeper, driving it with great impact into my hot mound.
"Keep it plunging," I gasped. "Keep firing your cock into my pussy, baby. I love your stroke action. Keep it up!"
While his prick kept on driving speedily inside my mound, he moved his fingers around my ass-cheeks.
Beads of sweat were pouring down both sides of his face, and he flashed an expression of intense concentration as he kept on plunging his penis relentlessly forward, moving ever closer to the moment we were both awaiting.
His breathing was heavy and he was gasping for everything he was worth as he kept up the fucking. His lips tightened as he kept on sending his tool forward.
The deeper he entered my gash and the faster he fucked me, the better I enjoyed it. I knew that I was with a young man who was putting everything he had into his spirited movements and that made me feel good.
If there was anything that bothers me, it was halfhearted fucking, and Ned wasn't about to disappoint me in that regard.
He kept on driving his fiery tool in me, approaching me with great excitement, fucking for all he was worth.
A few strokes later, he moved his fingers from my buttocks to my breasts.
He tugged energetically at my breasts and nipples, wanting every bit of additional contact that he could find as he pushed himself ever closer to the big moment of orgasm.
As he moved into the final stages of the act, he let his head drop forward and permitted his tongue to clash with mine.
He Frenched with me as the sea of white juices finally began to spill out of the end of his long penis and into my mound.
My whole body quivered as the inviting white juices spilled out of him and into my waiting mound.
It was a beautiful sensation, and I enjoyed every bit of it, right up until the final orgasmic release.
Everything was still following that orgasm. Ned collapsed next to me, letting his head come to rest on top of my left breast.
I reached out and stroked his sweaty hair.
"You were great," I told him.
He looked up and gave me a boyish smile. It did him a lot of good to hear me say that.
As for me, Ned had made my entire day. I had wanted him and finally had managed to work up the nerve to make the big effort.
He was the kind of young guy who, once he became immersed in the excitement of a fuck, he lived it to" the ultimate.
It hurt me to ever have to get up and leave him, but I still was an employee of the hospital. It became increasingly more difficult to remind myself of that fact after engaging in stimulating sex with the young men that I encountered.
But before I left, Ned had some kisses for me. He kissed my lips fervently several times, wanting to show me just how appreciative he was over the fun that we had had.
"You really are a passionate one," I said.
"I'm grateful. I never expected to get action like this in a hospital bed!"