Chapter 3
Sweet Sister of Mercy
"I barely noticed the handsome young man who hired me to take care of his wife. I was too busy feeling terrible for the tiny woman who, as a result of an automobile accident caused by a drunk, was confined to her bed, unable to do much more than breathe.
"A friend of mine once told me nursing was the worst profession in the world for me, because I was a bleeding heart type. She was probably right-being a softie was no help. Professionally or privately. No help at all.
"All I had to do was look at my life. At thirty-two had known two husbands, more lovers than I cared to count, and I'd not yet known anyone who hadn't found some way to take advantage of me. Oh, I don't mean that quite the way it sounds ... no one's victimized unless they want to be, but I swear I wasn't consciously looking to be a loser. Somehow, though, I always ended up getting the short end. A lot of that had to do with my being the world's softest touch. I'd become involved with some man, let him give me a sad story, and there it was again. When I look back at the things I let old boyfriends and husbands get away with.... Ron, my first husband, used to knock me around like a yo-yo every so often. I'd be all set to move out on him each time, then he'd give me some stupid story about being sorry, needing me, even swearing he'd never hurt me again, and I'd end up forgiving him. Asking him back, even, once he'd gone through a big 'you're too good for me' bit. Then, of course, he'd work me over against the next time the mood struck him. Well, if I had to be such a pushover, I always thought it was for the best I buried myself in nursing. At least someone who deserved it would get a little mothering for a change.
"I was more than ready to get on with the mothering as I looked down at the poor young woman who was my new patient. I was looking at the pale, pretty face, lost in thoughts of unfairness and professional concern, when the husband, Kurt, came up behind me. Together we watched the steady breathing and the immobile features.
'She'll be just fine, Mr. G-, ' I whispered comfortingly.
" 'I know. The doctor said it was just a matter of time. She's a lot better already. I'm really glad you're here, Kathy. I have to go back to work and someone has to stay with Nola. Besides, I need someone to talk to. Come on!'
"His hand was warm on mine as he pulled me toward the other room. I allowed myself to be rushed through the small house, ending up finally in the kitchen.
" 'I'm hungry. In fact I'm starving to death. Have you had dinner yet, Kathy?' He threw himself into a chair and grinned crookedly up at me.
"Unable to resist returning the smile, I admitted I hadn't taken time out for dinner before moving my things into their house an hour after the agency sent me here. I was feeling strangely self-conscious with my new boss. He was good-looking in that certain, arrogant way that had always turned me on-and gotten me in trouble, I might add.
"Then, slowly, Kurt dropped his eyes, deliberately trailing them over my large breasts, trim body, rounded hips, stopping at my crotch, clearly outlined between my plump thighs in the too-tight white pants suit I wore. I'd gained a little weight since leaving Harv, my second husband, and I knew my ripe body was a little too suggestive in the pants suit, but until my first paycheck for this job I had no choice about what I wore. Now I reddened as Kurt frankly stared at my pussy.
" 'Hmmm ... we are talking about dinner, aren't we? Food, food, huh?' he mumbled, studying my crotch as if it were a feast.
"I didn't have to do any mental mathematics to figure out it had been a comparatively long time since I'd had any sex. The instant wetness of my crotch under his steady gaze was proof enough. Having him feast on my hot pussy would be wonderful. For one wild, fantastic moment I considered hooking a long leg over his back. Him seated, myself standing, he was on eye level with my crotch anyway....
"Instead I backed away a step or two. This was a job, Kurt was my patient's husband and my employer, and he had to be kidding, anyway. I was just so hot I was losing sight of my fading sense of humor. I plastered a smile on my face. 'You were saying something about dinner, Mr. G--? '
"Sighing, he tore his eyes back up to my face. 'Knock off the "Mr." bit, okay, honey? My name's Kurt. Now then, why don't you rummage around in the fridge and find us something to eat. I bet you even can cook.'
"I set my mind to showing him he was right. But my mind was far from the mushrooms and other treasures I salvaged from the kitchen. My new boss had managed to turn me on good, in spite of my determination to never mix business with pleasure, my recent resolution to stay away from men and sex until I felt I could handle them, and the fact that Kurt had a sick wife in the other room. There was just something in the air, in his eyes, in the fire in my own body that warned me that I was on the verge of getting a good fucking, no matter what I did to prevent it. My knees were actually shaking as I prepared the salad.
"Dinner was good, and Kurt praised me over and over as we ate. He brought out a bottle of wine and we polished it off. I was unused to all this attention, and I have to admit, it felt nice. Then I remembered my duties and went off to attend to Nola.
"When I returned, Kurt was sitting in the living room, a fresh bottle of wine already started. I knew I should make my excuses and go to bed, but I gave in, as I knew I would, and joined him for another drink. The knowledge of our sexual interest in each other was there. Nothing needed to be said. Still I cast around in my mind for some way to avoid the entire issue.
" 'You know, Kathy, my wife isn't the only one around here in need of nursing. I have this-' Kurt began after a few minutes of small talk. But he never got to finish his sentence. Bert and Jeannie barged in through the kitchen door, a couple Kurt had known for years, apparently. I got up quickly, before they came in. Smiling leadenly, I got through the introductions and excused myself. Kurt had set up a cot in his wife's room for me, and he had moved into the spare room.
"I tried not to make a sound as I prepared for bed. Sleep wouldn't come, though, so I started going over the past six months in my head while the voices of Kurt and his guests droned through the closed bedroom door.
"I married Harv after a miserable affair with an orderly at the hospital where I worked. Nick turned out to be an alcoholic, and after going through all my savings I ended up working like crazy to pay off his old debts so that I could pay off his new ones. Then I got sick, we lost our apartment, and Nick split to live with another woman, another nurse. After all that, Harv looked pretty good. He was a quiet man, with the crude good looks that heated my blood at a glance. From the time I was fifteen I'd known that life simply wasn't bearable without someone who could give me what I needed-a nice, fat cock that could ream out the tension in my always hot cunt. I was an early addict, a sucker for that special combination of looks, voice, and penis that made me go all weak inside. I'd never been inhibited or artificial. When the right man came along, the one who had that magic going for him, I didn't play games. I was more interested in our bodies crushed together under cool sheets than I was in a movie and dinner date.
"Sure, life had never been dull, but just before I met Harvey, while I was going through that bummer with Nick, I started thinking about how nothing had ever turned out quite the way I wanted it to. The men in my life had proved to be weak and clinging out of bed, and I was on the verge of giving them up for a while. But fate wouldn't let me off the hook so easily. Harv got himself smashed up in a motorcycle mishap and, bloody and bruised, popped into my life.
"Men who take command from the start get to me right away. Harv endeared himself to me by talking me into having sex with him right in the hospital! And while he was still too wiped out to be able to move much!
"It was late at night, and Harv was my last stop. My rounds were extensive. It was a very small hospital and we were short of help. I half expected Harv to be asleep by the time I got to him with his night knockout pill. But he was up and grinning.
" 'Ah, here's the sexy sister of mercy! A sweet, sweet sister of mercy! Come to give me a rubdown, I hope. That pavement shooting up at me like that.... I ache all over.'
"I explained that it was time for sleep, that a rubdown would do a lot more harm than good until his injuries were healed somewhat. We talked in whispers, as we were the only ones still awake. That telltale heat was there even then. Harv had that magic and knew it.
" 'I'm too warm, baby. How's about peeling away these covers for me, huh?'
"I pulled off his covers and immediately saw why he wanted them off. His hospital gown was a white tent. His prick was straining against the cloth, an irresistible target for my astonished eyes. Harv reached down and tugged at the gown, lifting it out of the way of his huge erection.
"Instantly I was swimming in my own slick juices. His dick was big and thick, and his oversized balls seemed laden with come. He was nearly hairless, and because of it he seemed unusually naked in the semi-dark hospital room.
" 'See what you did to me, baby? Now be a good little nurse and take care of it for me. Seeing as how I'm kind of useless right now, and this bed is kind of narrow....'He lifted his hips, shoving his cock at me obscenely. 'Suck it,' he commanded in a harsh whisper.
"Although I was astonished, to say the least, I couldn't rip my eyes from that beautiful tool of his. I swallowed nervously, my mouth suddenly dry.
" 'I said suck it, Kathy. Go on, stick it in your mouth. Don't pretend you've never sucked cock before. That mouth of yours was made for cock sucking.'
"Instead of turning me off, his words were exciting me like crazy. He was so sure of himself, and somehow what he said was delivered so matter-of-factly I didn't feel as if he was putting me down for doing to others what he now asked me to do to him. And he was right. I glanced around quickly, even stepping into the hallway for an instant. We were quite alone. Trembling, I got to my knees, reached out for that hard mass of beautiful flesh, and began to kiss the head of his cock. At the touch of his burning sex against my lips I completely flipped out. I began to suck on it like I'd never get enough. Before long I was slipping out of my panties, tugging at my skirt, and reversing myself on the bed next to Harv. His tongue was heaven in my pussy, and I came in about four seconds. But we kept it up until I'd downed two hot loads and spasmed against his twisting tongue more times than I cared to count. It was with shaking fingers that I wrote in my record book that our newest patient appeared to be improving rapidly.
"We were at each other's pants constantly after that, and we moved in together once Harv was released. Sex was amazing between us, and Harv never seemed willing to quit. He was nearly ten years younger than I was, and I marveled at his energy. I was never happier. In fact, our happiness sent us stupidly down to the courthouse to make our fun legal, and that was our biggest mistake. Once Harv was my husband, though, our living on my income seemed more noticeable. He made no effort to find a job, and every time I brought it up he'd ram that wonderful cock of his up my cunt and the subject would be dropped for a while. Then I started coming home from work and finding evidence that Harv had been having company, and the company always turned out to be female. Again, a word of doubt from me would be met by a staggering hard on thrust down my throat or between my legs. He was a superman in the sack. I was hooked on his one talent, though I didn't want to admit it, not even to myself. Sometimes I think I even accused him for the sole reason that I knew it would lead to a pussy-stretching hour of bliss. But all that was leading us to hell, and I knew it.
"We had been married a very short time when money began disappearing. Small amounts at first, then more and more until it was obvious Harv was helping himself without the slightest fear I'd jump him for it. I tried to ignore it at first, but when my car was nearly repossessed because my payment was deftly removed from my purse, I had to say something. This time I got a slap across my face for my accusation!
"Harv almost overplayed his hand, though. He was counting on my being so hooked on his cock that I'd bear his slapping me. What he overlooked was that he'd just fucked me numb the night before, and it wasn't my cunt thinking now. Sated at the moment, I wasn't thinking ahead about being cut off if I didn't take whatever he dished out. Furious, I told him to get out. I threatened him with everything from the police to the FBI. He left. I made up my mind to put Harv out of my mind. He was another loser.
"Unfortunately, things are never that simple. I was in my bed-what had been our bed-one night, possibly a week later, regretting my actions. I was hot, and I had an itch that had to be scratched, and only Harv knew how to scratch it good. Somehow I managed to drift off to sleep, but even my dreams were colored with my desire. Then I heard the familiar sound of a key in a lock. I held very still as Harv let himself in, stripped in the dark, and got into bed with me. I tried to fight him off, but he knew the minute he touched me that my thighs were going to part on their own for him, my tongue would curl around his beautiful shaft at the slightest urging, no matter how much I was hating him out of this bed. And that's the way it was. He plowed my pussy all night long. When he wasn't shoving his meat down my willing throat, that is. And to my disgust, it was better than ever.
"Harv was back to stay. The only difference was that he wouldn't touch me again for a solid week after that night. At first I acted nice to him, just because I was so hungry for sex. But he wouldn't so much as let me touch it. He continued to help himself to my food and money, though, and when I tried to kick him out this time, he beat me until I couldn't get up off the floor. What happened next was the final straw. I could hardly bring myself to think about it as I tossed and turned in Kurt and Nola's house that first night. But I forced myself to go over it.
"I couldn't quite believe that Harv was going to hit me again. So, like an idiot, I kept getting up and yelling at him after every blow. As I said, he stopped beating me only when I could no longer get up. It was what happened after that that sickened me enough about myself to finally give me the incentive to get the hell out of that marriage.
"I was on the living-room floor, crumpled and refusing to cry, when Harv undressed himself and began removing my clothing. I was numb at first, unaware of what he was doing, cringing and waiting for the next attack. But once he had my panties off I began to realize what he was going to do. I was too shocked to stop him. Then, when I tried, it was too late. Harv was much stronger than I was. All my struggling was to no avail as he forced me over to my stomach and kneeled between my legs. I felt the naturally lubricated tip of his cock press between the cheeks of my ass and throb against the unprotected mouth of my puckered, virgin ass-hole. I did everything I could to buck him off me. I pleaded, threatened, then pleaded again, but it was no use. The more I fought the harder his prick seemed to get. Sadistically Harv didn't hurry his act. He simply held me down and let me feel his massive prick against my tiny slit. He wanted me to be totally aware that I was going to get it, and the getting wasn't going to be gentle.
"When I'd nearly run out of pleas and was weary from the struggle, Harv began to move. He pulled back from me until I could feel his stomach muscles tense. Then he plunged his prick into me! I screamed sharply as his fat cock dove past the tight ring at my rectum's entrance, but so many sensations were hitting me at once I hardly knew what it was exactly that I was screaming about. With one lunge he was halfway up my tiny ass-hole, stretching the delicate tissue as far as it would go. I was unprepared for the pain, but my moans seemed only to urge him on even more. He rammed that thick cock of his in and out of my ass-hole, groaning in my ear at the exquisitely tight fit. His arms reached around and his hands were squeezing handfuls of my plump breasts, fondling the nipples. One hand went to my pussy and began fingering it, running a finger in and out of that hole while his prick plowed my smaller opening.
"It felt as if a pair of experienced hot cocks were working me at the same time, filling me, deserting me, filling me again. The other hand on my tits was coaxing pleasure, touching them in a way that was too obviously adoringly to ignore. As wonderful a lover as Harv had always been, he was never more skilled and magical as in that moment when he was bringing me as much pain as he had ever brought me pleasure. Yet his very excitement was amazingly infectious, so much so that even as I flopped around weakly on the floor, having just been given the beating of my life, my breasts being mauled as if by a hungry animal, my cunt finger-fucked and manipulated as if by a madman, and my tender, inexperienced ass-hole being broken in as if by a battering ram ... and this is what hurt me most of all, what I cringed at as I remembered the whole thing ... through it all ... I felt my traitorous body responding, so that as Harv emptied his balls into my ass-hole in an effort to humiliate me utterly, I came....
"It didn't seem possible, thinking back, but there was no point in denying it to myself. Even as I thought I would certainly be split in two any second, I exploded in the most ecstatic orgasm I'd ever had....
"I suddenly wondered why I was bothering to remember now, anyway. Why remember? I'd left Harv, come to this city, gotten this job. By a stroke of my usual rotten luck I'd managed to get an employer who turned me on. Well, I simply wouldn't give in to it, that was all....
"Even as I thought that I had to laugh at myself. I was a slick puddle down there even now. My irrepressible cunt was throbbing even in my chaste nurse's cot....
"The bedroom door silently slid open even as I tossed reslessly and thought thoughts I didn't want to think. It was then I became aware of the silence from the other room. Kurt's guests had obviously gone, and he was probably stealing into the room to check on his sleeping wife. I decided to pretend I was sleeping soundly. There was no point in encouraging anything I wasn't sure I could handle.
"Kurt tiptoed to the bed, leaned down, kissed his wife's cheek, then her lips. Her breathing changed and my trained ear knew she was awake. He whispered something I couldn't hear, and Nola's weak but musical voice whispered an agreeable answer. I'd been taken by her voice earlier, when I'd been hired, and professionally I was pleased to note that it sounded a bit stronger now. Her frail body had been shocked by the accident, but it was only a matter of weeks before she'd be fully recovered and as strong as ever.
"I kind of mentally tuned out of their brief whispered conversation, aware only that whatever it was they discussed, they were in agreement about. I faked sleep so convincingly that I soon dozed off. A minute or an hour later I came awake feeling a warm hand on my nearly naked ass...."
Kathy's sexuality, especially her enjoyment of her anal "rape" by Harv, are but a symptom of her real psychopathological problems, a deep-seated dependency and a masochistic behavioral pattern. Psychologically, these two problems are seen to be interrelated to a high degree.
The concept of a masochistic personality development as a compensation for failure to achieve a satisfactory love relationship is used extensively in adaptational psychodynamics to explain a wide range of psychopathological symptomatology. Thus, masochistic behavior is explained in terms of automatized obedience and submission to old parental threats of punishment before forbidden pleasurable goals could be experienced and achieved. This is self-punishment elicited by guilty fear, administered in advance of obtaining prohibited pleasures. This has been described as "pain dependent" behavior, which can be observed in all forms of disturbed pleasure functioning. This explanation is based on the desire for mastery, experience and pleasure, despite inhibitory fear and guilt. According to adaptational theory, it cannot be attributed to death-seeking instincts, or sadistic or masochistic components of a sexual instinct.
Ideally, the production of what is called "emergency emotions," such as fear, rage, guilty fear, and guilty rage, will lead to the realistic resolution of the threatening situations. In this case, Kathy's problems with her ex-husbands should have led to an immediate resolution of the problems and an avoidance of future problems of this sort.
Where healthy resolution fails, however, as it has with Kathy, there develops an overproduction of some of these emotions, which then presents the person with an additional threatening problem from within with which she must cope.
The overproduction of emergency emotions, termed "emergency dyscontrol," is the simplest form of psychosexual behavioral disorder. Usually the problems are controlled through the unconscious handling of them in dreams. Occasionally, though, dream control is not effective, and surface manifestations appear. This is what has happened in Kathy's case, with the prime surface manifestation being extreme dependence.
Such dependence throughout life, together with an inability to give love or affection of a real nature, is usually accompanied by mental responses of fear and rage, along with eventual gross obedience or gross defiance, with little in-between range of emotional shading. This dependent craving is resented, and the anger is aimed at those upon whom the individual is forced to depend.
A scarcity of sources of pleasure forces the individual to cling to every morsel of pleasure that comes along. Thus, any loss of small pleasure is experienced as a severe blow. However, a favored or routine pursuit may absorb the entire limited capacity for pleasure.
Intellect is used to do the job ordinarily done automatically by pleasurable feeling. Unemotional thought is used to figure out how to live in the emotional world of other people, whose emotions are not shared by the individual. This attempt to imitate other people's pleasurable reactions may create the impression of extreme sexuality in a basically frigid person, or frigidity in a highly sexual person.
This sort of situation can lead the person into a greatly increased craving for magical love. The normal reparative devices may sustain a workable adjustment to the dependency problems, but the desire for magical love miscarries because it defeats adaptation by its very nature. While it provides solace, the person eventually comes to depend upon the idea of a magical love, and the intrusion of reality can cause extreme mental damage.
In Kathy's case, a satisfactory outcome, a resolution of her psychosexual problems, will depend upon both her ability to adapt to her sexual problems and her inner and outer resources. These would include her intellect, educational opportunities, social and financial advancement, employment opportunities, and, most importantly, the establishment of achievable goals directed and aided by a psychosexually stable relationship with a man who can accept her extreme overde-pendence without reacting sadistically.
Failures to adapt to situations such as this tend to develop under the stresses of a life involved in the nursing profession, and as Kathy becomes more and more aware of her failures in sexual and psychological development and adjustment she will be flooded with fear and experience a severe loss of pride. If she is able to find no acceptable way out of her situation, she may decompensate with a regression into acute schizophrenic panic.
"For a moment I was lost in time and space.
Then I remembered about Nola and Kurt. Kurt....
'Kurt!' I whispered, really waking up. Had he gone out of his mind? Had he completely forgotten his ill and sleeping wife in the other bed?
" 'It's okay, honey. Calm down. Just couldn't resist getting in a quick feel. Move over, huh?'
"He made as if to get in bed with me. I wondered if I could still be asleep or something. This guy couldn't be for real. 'Kurt! Nola....'
" 'Worried about Nola, huh?' His whisper was nearly a chuckle. 'If that's what bothering you, let's go into the other room, Kathy, honey.'
"I stared at him in the darkness, wondering if it was Kurt who was out of his mind, or me. 'But we can't! Nola.... I mean....'
"This time he did chuckle. 'Tell you what. Either you come talk to me in my room in-say, five minutes, or we'll have to-talk right here. Five minutes, Kathy. See you.'
"I felt him get up and watched him leave the room. I stared at the ceiling, listened to Kurt's footsteps go down the hall and to Nola's steady breathing, and thought furiously. I was at least honest enough with myself to know that I was itching to go to his bed and get on with it. But this was a whole new ball park, and I wasn't sure of what the game was all about.
"As the minutes passed, though, I thought about Kurt's threat of coming back. Would he really hop into bed with me right in front of his wife? Maybe he would. What if she woke up? She'd be horrified. God knows what it would do to her condition. Silently, I slipped out of bed. No matter what kind of nut her sexy husband might be, right now she was my responsibility. I had to make sure she came to no harm. Whatever happened to me, it was my job to shield her.
"My heart was pounding as I stole down the hallway. What if he was only kidding? What if he laughed when I showed up? I was on the point of returning to my cot when I heard his voice.
" 'Kathy? That you? In here, honey.'
"Taking a deep breath, I stormed into his bedroom. 'Mr. G-, I don't know if this is your idea of a joke, but....'
"He was stretched out on the bed, smoking a cigarette, naked. His cock was enormous, maybe the largest I'd ever seen. And it was very, very hard.
" 'Calm down, honey. Come here and I'll explain it all. Come over here. Don't look that way.' He laughed. T take it back. Keep looking that way. Right at my cock. Come here, baby, before I chase you down Vine Street with this tool of mine. And knock off the "mister" bit. Kurt, remember.' Then, seeing my obvious discomfort, he softened. 'Look, Kathy, I'm really not the great beast or anything. Honest. Nola thinks it's fine, too.'
" "Thinks what's fine, sir?' I asked icily, a little fed up with all the confusion.
"Sighing, Kurt held out a hand. His cock had withered quite a bit, but it was still big. 'Come over here, Kathy. That's a good girl.'
"I let him pull me down on the bed. His arm went around me. It felt surprisingly good.
" 'Look, Kathy, I don't know what you think's going on around here, but I really do like you, did you know that? So does Nola. And she was hoping you liked me, too. She feels lousy that she's out of commission right now. We've always had a great sex life. No hang-ups. But she's been out of it for weeks now, and I've been stuck in this house every minute of it. I didn't mean to push you, honey. I guess I was just a little eager, that's all. Kathy, even though you're a nurse, I wonder if you have any idea what it's like to have your sex life cut off like this, after being so ... active. For a man, I mean.' He laughed, but nicely. 'like, it hurts, you know.'
"His hand stroked my shoulders and back as he talked, and I felt myself relax a little. I didn't say anything.
"Kurt continued to talk, his voice low and soothing. Pretty soon I stopped listening to the words and concentrated on'his hand on my back. There was something wonderfully hypnotic about allowing myself to be held gently and stroked by a totally naked man with half an erection. I made no move to involve myself in what he was saying or in thought of any kind. It had been several weeks since that fateful night with Harv, and in spite of my strong wishes to keep away from men, my hormones were standing end to end by this time. So I let myself be a body thing, a feeling, nonthinking creature.
"Kurt's hands began to work down my back, tightening at my waist, following the curve of my hip, warming my flesh as well as the thin fabric of my gown as it moved. Soon one hand was cupping my ass cheeks, then moving upwards again. I felt more and more in a dream state, relaxed yet a little high and hot. When his hands moved to my breasts I just hunched my shoulders a little so he could feel the full weight of my swollen mounds. I didn't need to turn around to know that his prick was back up to its former super size. But I did turn, and reached for it.
"I was almost content to sit there, playing with Kurt, for the rest of the night. I couldn't seem to get out of the dream state I was in. That is, until Kurt began to rub my pussy.
"First he rubbed it over the gown; then, with an impatient shrug, he was reaching under the gown. His fingers played with the reddish down, then felt between the folds of flesh for my small oiled clitoris, rolling the hard little jewel between callused fingers. That did it for me. I was moaning like an animal in heat, and I had no choice but to open my legs wide and let him do what he wished. One hand was still feeling my tits and that felt good too. 'God, that feels so wonderful, Kurt,' I moaned as his fingers continued to roll and tease my erect little flesh marble. 'Now stick your finger in my hole, please....'
"Once it starts for me, that wonderful, impossible first buildup, it's useless to try to stop. I found that out a long time ago, in high school. Even then, once a boy managed to get me to the finger-fucking stage, that was it. I was his. He could fuck me all night long if he wanted. Once I get a finger in my pussy I just open wide and take whatever comes my way. Once I was even 'raped' that way-two boys who knew about my weakness grabbed me, dragged me into the bushes, held me down and started playing with my naked pussy. Before long I was letting them fuck me. I even sucked one of them off, my first experience in cock-sucking.
"This was no exception. I was getting fingered good, and I was loving it. I repeated my desire to have him slip a finger into my vagina,-but I was unprepared for what he actually did. Keeping one finger on my clitoris, Kurt deftly shot a finger up my ass-hole. Before I could protest he began to pump it in and out fast, meanwhile rubbing my clit harder than ever. I was spread-eagled, half on his lap, half on the bed. My nipples were burning little pebbles, my clitoris was being worked over, my tender ass was being speared, and there was nothing I could do but come. I groaned as I spasmed, and I tugged frantically on the fat shaft in my palm.
"Kurt laughed low in his throat, delighted that his unexpected move sent me into convulsions. Then he lifted and placed me on the bed. I threw open my legs as he mounted me, resigned completely to getting fucked.
" 'Want it, Kathy? Want my cock in that beautiful little hole of yours? Then put it in, baby.'
"Groaning, I reached down and grabbed his prick. I rolled under him until it was lined up with my hole. Then I clamped my heels into his ass cheeks and waited.
"Kurt moved smoothly, introducing just the head to my aching hole. I cried out softly as the wonderful tool penetrated me, and my cry deepened as the cock slid further into me. Halfway in, Kurt rested. Then, when I thought I couldn't stand it any longer, he began to move again, fucking me now in slow, smooth strokes.
"My fingernails bit into his shoulder blades as I came again, and I was so hot the slick cream glazed the insides of my thighs. I had no trouble taking his big cock. I ground my soft outer lips hard against the hairy base of Kurt's belly, feeling his dick fill me so that I swore I could feel him all the way up my belly.
" 'Oh, Kathy, honey ... .Your cunt is squeezing the come out of my dick.... Yes, keep doing that! Lift your legs, baby. I'm going to pump you full of come...."
"I raised my legs until they were touching his shoulders. It was fantastic. He was all the way in me now, further in me than anyone had ever been. Kurt started nipping and licking at my ears. Then his mouth went to mine, and we were joined in a deep, long kiss while I reveled in the sensation of being filled to the brim with cock. I knew then what a fool I had been to think I could ever do without this. I needed it. I had to have it. No matter what the price. I wouldn't think of the future or anything, just the feeling of now, of being completely, totally fucked, of being under a pounding cock, the only place I ever really longed to be.
"I was riding his cock, lost in the moment, when Kurt suddenly pulled out of me, grabbed my legs and forced them even further into the air so that I was nearly doubled over. Then he pressed the slick head of his cock against my ass-hole and pushed.
"First I moaned loudly, half in protest, half in delight. The memory of my night with Harv flooded back, and I made an effort to push Kurt away. 'No! Don't! Don't do it to me that way!'
"Immediately he halted his furious assault of my rectum, his prick about an inch inside me. 'What's the matter, Kathy? Does it hurt, baby? I'll go slower. Real slow. I love fucking girls in the ass, honey. It feels so good up there. Let me show you how good it can feel....'
" 'Don't! I-it'll hurt....'I argued uselessly.
His prick was in another inch now, and I was loving it in spite of the pain. But somehow it seemed right to complain, to make sure this wasn't like with Harv.
"Kurt laughed softly. 'Just relax, Kathy. Just feel it in you...." Then he began to feed it to me an inch at a time, slowly withdrawing it partway after every thrust.
" 'Oooh ... that's so wonderful!' I groaned finally, unable to fight it any longer. It hurt, yes, but the pleasure was so much stronger than the pain.... He was slamming into me now, opening me further and further with each stroke, widening the track Harv had started. My heels were hooked on either side of Kurt's shoulders, and my curvy ass was being beaten beautifully by his thrusting loins. 'Oh, yes, fuck me, Kurt.... Keep shoving that big cock up my ass...." I was beyond myself with ecstasy as I built up to a tremendous orgasm. 'Fuck me hard! Go ahead! Give it to me! Fuck me!'
"He moaned as the words poured out of me. 'Christ, honey, I knew you'd be a good fuck! I knew you'd love taking it up the ass! I can always tell!
like Nola....You should see her take it this way!
She loves it as much as you....'
"Any other time the mention of his wife would have been upsetting, but now the erotic image of little Nola with her ass cheeks spread for Kurt's prick was very exciting. I was powerless to move in this position, so I began begging him to let me sit on his magnificent shaft. It was nearly impossible to shift around without disconnecting, but we managed. Finally he was flat on his back and I was sitting right down on his prick. It was all the way up my ass-hole now, and while I moaned from the unavoidable pain, I began, at the same time, to come from the undeniable pleasure.
"Kurt knew I was starting to come, so he played roughly with my tits and fondled my clitoris. I came, all right; I thought I was going to die from the way my body kept convulsing as every inch of me, every cell tightened and relaxed all at once. Thick love juice oiled my thighs, his belly, my ass as I slip up and down that greased pole, pounding out the spasms that threatened to drive me straight out of my mind. Finally, I was calm again, relatively speaking, and I relaxed slightly, the cock still deeply embedded in my ass-hole. I happened to tilt my head and a large mirror over a dresser caught my eye. In it was the image of two people, us, and the cheeks of my ass were fire red, as if I'd just taken a good beating and come back for more. Just looking at us like that got me hot all over again.
"Kurt had all he could take. 'I have to shoot, Kathy. I have to pump a load into that beautiful little ass of yours. Get down on the floor, honey. Quick!'
"I groaned passionately as he slowly withdrew his throbbing cock from my bruised flesh. Once on the floor I allowed myself to get on all fours as he wanted. He got behind me and this time his prick slid right in. I had to steady myself by grabbing the bedstead as he began to fuck me violently. I was working myself up to still another come when Kurt beat me to it. His hot load burned the aching walls of my rectum, but I backed into him in order to take every last drop. We fell asleep like that, on the floor, his shriveled cock curled up against my exhausted ass-hole.
"The next week was tiring but wonderful. At least once a day Kurt would fuck me, usually in the ass-hole. He also would eat me and have me suck him. Once he even got me to lick his ass-hole. I'd never done that to anyone before, but I kind of liked it. I liked everything he did to me.
"But every time I'd see Nola I'd feel terrible. So I went out of my way to give her the best nursing possible. She was improving rapidly. By the end of the week she was eating normally and talking a little, but she still wasn't out of the bed except for trips to the bathroom, and then one of us had to help her walk the few steps.
"The three of us ate together that weekend, a little celebration for her improvement. We even had a drink of two. I'd consulted with the doctor, and he'd assured me that Nola would be fine once she had a good rest. So she had a drink, too, and Kurt kissed each of us several times. I paid no attention to it until he suddenly grabbed me and really kissed me! His tongue was halfway down my throat while his wife calmly watched. I glanced at her nervously when Kurt let me go. Nola was smiling warmly at me. Then he kissed his wife the same way.
"Her voice was soft and musical as she turned to me after the kiss. 'Can I fuck yet, Kathy?'
"It was a good thing I wasn't holding anything. My mouth must have dropped a mile. 'You shouldn't get ... get overly excited yet, you know,' I answered weakly.
" "That's too bad,' she shot back quietly. 'I really am getting horny. Well, that means you'll get all the fun again tonight, sweet Kathy. Can I at least watch?'
"I was never at so much of a loss for words in my life before! But Kurt answered for me.
" "That might be too exciting.' He grinned. 'But let's risk it. I've waited long enough to get the two of you together.' He reached out and rubbed my butt over my skirt. 'Give Nola a kiss, honey. Show her you like her, too.'
"I think I obeyed only because I hadn't the foggiest idea of what else to do. I meant to plant a sisterly kiss on Nola's soft cheek, but the girl turned her pretty face and our lips met. She hadn't the strength to do very much then, but her pointed little tongue darted out and met mine in a loving caress. I was surprised. Possibly at not being turned off by the kiss.
"Immediately Kurt began to undress me. I was still as he pulled off my panties, finally. Then he got out of his things, and I was instantly excited by his big cock, even with his wife right there! But I needn't have worried-she was as eager as we were. Her eyes were hot on me as she reached out and squeezed her husband's prick.
" 'Let me get her ready for you, darling. Can I do that?'
" 'I don't see why not,' Kurt answered. He motioned me over to the bed, then had me turn so my back was to Nola. 'Suck my cock, Kathy. Go ahead. No, don't get to your knees. Bend over. We'll both get ready at the same time that way---'
"I did as I was told, bending from the waist and sucking the huge dick into my greedy mouth. I'd just managed to suck about half of it when I felt cool, fragile fingers prying apart the soft cheeks of my ass. Then I felt the satin smoothness of Nola's pale face against the inner surface of my butt, and her wet little tongue was instantly darting up my ass-hole! Shock delayed my enjoyment a few seconds, then it was feeling entirely too good to concern myself with 'why's.' I only knew that the lovely Nola was licking my ass-hole like she would never stop, and I was loving every flick of her hot tongue. I sucked Kurt's prick so hard he pulled back slightly.
"I have no idea how long that continued, but it was Kurt, not Nola, who finally pulled away.
" 'Fuck her now, darling! Shove your prick into her like you shove it into me! Can you do it over here so that I can lick her while you do it?' Nola's cheeks were pink now, warmed by her excitement.
"Kurt turned me so that I stood over his wife. Then he began to penetrate my well-prepared ass-hole with his swollen shaft. I was moaning and backing into it when Nola worked her face between my cunt lips and began to eat my pussy. She knew what she was doing, too, and went to work on my clitoris right away. When she started sucking on it
I went wild. Kurt had his big cock almost all the way inside me and was starting to fuck in earnest, and Nola was sucking me off so furiously that I couldn't keep back the first explosion.
"After I came a few times Nola was beyond reason. She begged Kurt to give her some cock where she loved it, and I realized that as worked up as she was, it was safer to give it to her than to withhold it. So I had to undergo the shock of parting with the wonderful thing myself.
" 'Why don't you return the favor and get Nola ready, Kathy?' Kurt suggested.
"I was so hot by then I'd have done anything anyone suggested. I waited until Kurt lovingly turned his wife over and lifted her nightie. Then I bent over her small but sexy little ass. I parted the cheeks quickly. The coral ring was darker than the rest of her ass, and it was there I centered my attack. I licked her ass-hole once, then shoved my tongue up there as far as it would go. I thought Nola would come right then. Again I tongue-fucked her. Then Kurt pulled me away. I watched and played with myself as he quickly and efficiently ass-fucked her, bringing both of them to an instantaneous orgasm. Then Nola was so tired we each held her until she was soundly asleep. Then we continued to fuck.
"Nola's recovery was swift after that, and while I was very happy for her, I was sort of dreading the day when I'd be out of a job. But it turned out that I'd wasted time worrying for nothing. Neither Kurt nor Nola wanted me to leave at all! They wanted me to stay on with them for as long as I cared to stay! Who am I to say no to such a deal?
"So for the past year I've been their full-time nurse, taking care of both of them nightly or any time they want me. I nurse them with my mouth, my tongue, my pussy.... And best of all, when they want it, my ass-hole.
"Whenever outsiders ask me how I like my work, if the rewards of nursing are worth it, I have to answer them honestly. I love it. I've learned in the past year that taking care of the needs of others is the surest way to have your own needs taken care of. It's the best job of all...."
Although it appears that Kathy has found a stable situation with Kurt and Nola, we have no doubt that she will soon be leaving it. While her sexual needs are being satisfied, her emotional dependency and masochistic behavioral patterns are not, and soon they will once again get the upper hand.