Chapter 2
Linda hurried down the ward. She knew that she would be late to get back to the front desk. When she did, the head nurse gasped, "Why has it taken you so long?"
"I'm just starting here," she said, "and I have to get my bearings."
"You'd better get your bearings quick, honey," the head nurse warned, "or you won't last long. Everyone around here has to carry his weight."
That really burned her up.
"Let me tell you something," Linda said angrily, "I've always been a hard worker. And
I don't appreciate your constantly getting on my back. Now quit bugging me."
Marjorie Peterson wasn't used to anyone talking to her like that.
"I should think you would have the decency to have a small amount of respect for your supervisor," she said.
"That's exactly what I do have," Linda smiled smugly, "a small amount of respect."
She turned on her heel and walked away. She was glad that it was her break time. She happened to see a broad-shouldered young intern who smiled at her. She needed someone to confide in and she spoke up.
"Hi, handsome," she nodded.
"You're new here," the intern smiled, "Let me introduce myself. I'm Harry Dean."
"Glad to meet you, Harry," she said. "I guess that horrible head nurse Mrs. Peterson is a problem."
"Has she been giving you a rough time?" he chuckled.
"Has she!" she gasped. "That old bitch has been on my back since I walked in here tonight"
"I can explain all that" Harry Dean continued, "she is angry about all the nice parties that the interns and the nurses have. Nobody invites her. She's an old maid."
"I can see why," Linda shrugged. "Who would want someone like that on their tail."
"Or you might say who would want to get on her tail?" he said, patting her on the behind.
"What are you doing after work?" he then asked Linda.
"I'm going to bed," she said flatly.
"Alone?" he smiled as he pressed the elevator button.
"I figured I would," she said. "Do you have anyone in mind who would like to sleep with me?"
"Put me at the top of the list," Harry nodded. "I can assure you I would give you a time you would never forget"
"I just bet you would, Tiger," she said, "and I might shock you and accept your indecent proposal."
"I was hoping you would," Harry assured her.
They had coffee together and all the time that they were talking, Harry was pressing her leg.
"Don't you think that's about enough of that?" Linda finally asked him. "Honey, how am I going to get acquainted with you if I don't make passes?" Harry demanded.
"You've got a point there," she said. "Do we get off at the same time?"
"I get off at midnight."
"So do I," Linda said.
The two of them made an appointment to meet in the parking lot just after midnight However, just as she was leaving at midnight Marjorie Peterson warned her, "Keep your nose clean."
"Keep your nose out of other people's business," Linda said, shaken by the fact that it seemed this woman was forever watching.
"You'll be sorry for talking that way to me, I'll see to that"
"Don't threaten me," Linda said, "nobody's job is that secure. You could be replaced."
"Well, I never," Marjorie Peterson sighed as she glared at Linda who was slipping on her coat and walking out
Once in the parking lot Linda knew she needed a drink. She didn't feel like sex. She was more in the mood to kill someone, namely the head nurse.
"We'll go to my place right away," Harry Dean immediately suggested. "The night is young and I'm so hard."
"I've got to have a drink first," Linda said.
"Oh, I have everything," he said. "My bar is supplied with everything from bennies to uppers to downers to you-name-it."
"Just a simple drink," she said, "that's all I require."
There was no arguing with Harry. He continued insisting that his bar was the best in town and free. It did sound inviting to Linda at this point and she accepted.
Once in his apartment the first thing he wanted to do was strip.
"I don't see any reason for running around here bare-assed naked," she complained.
"I feel so much more relaxed without clothes," Harry explained.
"All right, if you must," she said, "but I've never been a nudist."
"I haven't either," he told her, "but I don't mind parading around in my own quarters in the buff."
"Especially when you have a new girl handy," she smiled. "Oh, you men are all alike. You want to examine the sex merchandise."
"It's always fun to look," he laughed. "Why do you think those dames wiggle their butts at the topless and bottomless bars?"
"That's true," she said. "But if you expect me to stand up in your home bar and wiggle my ass, you've got another think coming. My feet are tired after all of the walking in those wards."
"Just so your pussy isn't tired," he grinned.
"How dare you talk that way!" she said.
"I'm stripping away the hypocrisy while I'm taking off my clothes," he chuckled as he got down to his shorts.
As she looked at his tight-fitting shorts, she shook her head.
"You know that it's dangerous to wear those tight shorts," she warned.
"No, I never heard about it," he said as he pulled them off, revealing his huge cock.
"Some scientist says they make men impotent," Linda tried to explain.
"Impotent I am not," he said, "and I'll prove it in about thirty seconds."
"Hang on, honey," she said, "I know the engine is on fire but you've got to wait until I'm stoned out of my gourd. Then I won't care what you or I do."
"All right, baby doll," he said, "we'll do it your way."
Sure enough when she had taken her clothes off and was sitting on the sofa beside him, sipping her drink, she was about willing to do anything.
"I always like to get on my knees before a gorgeous woman," Harry smiled as he sat on the floor and buried his head in her crotch.
"I can tell why," she said. "You're a confirmed pussy-eating addict."
"How did you know?" he smiled.
"That was easy," she said. "You had your tongue out the minute you looked at me."
"That's the truth," he admitted, "and why shouldn't I? Such an inviting twat has got to do something to a man."
"Well, don't drool all over it," she said. "Your saliva is dripping on my pussy. If you want to eat it, go ahead."
Spreading her legs wide in open invitation, she enjoyed the sensation of his tongue stabbing in there.
"Keep it up," she begged him. "Oh, baby, that's what I want you to do. Lick it, lick it."
It was so exciting and stimulating to her now that she was trembling with delight.
Harry reached up and massaged her bosoms while he sucked away at her snatch.
"Oh, baby, you're gonna get a nice juicy box lunch," she promised him. "It won't be much longer now. Keep your tongue riding in there, lover."
He continued pumping his tongue in there. She was getting more excited every second and so was he.
"Suck my pussy," she begged, "suck me, baby."
She was so excited now she leaned back on the sofa and threw her legs over Harry's shoulders. Harry went at it with enthusiasm. He was delighted that he had found a woman who wanted to be eaten as much as he wanted to eat her. And he spared nothing. His lapping, loud sucking sounds as he ate her, stimulated her even more.
"Oh," she groaned. "Baby, now you're eating it. Oh, keep that going."
She wouldn't stop for anything now. She was determined to give him a good time. She not only had her legs over his shoulders and her thighs pressing against his body, but she reached out to grip his head and guide him down over her.
"Eat it," she said, "eat my pussy. It's sweet in there. Lick it."
Harry's probing tongue did indeed excite her. She loved the bite of his finger nails as he gripped her ass cheeks. She only hoped he wouldn't bring blood he was so excited.
"Suck me," she demanded, "oh, yes, Harry, eat my pussy. Now you're doing it. Ohhh, ahhh, don't stop for anything. Love me. Love me with that big tongue of yours. Keep sucking, baby."
His hot tongue went on lashing away. And she was so thrilled at his tongue action she was shaking all over. Harry noticed this and that excited him even more. He squeezed her nipples so hard they almost bled.
"Suck my pussy," she begged, "suck my pussy, sweetheart."
Suddenly she juiced. His teeth nibbling at her there got her cuming.
"Ohhh," she groaned, "baby, now you're doing it. Just like I want you to."
Harry went back to eating her. And he didn't pull his tongue out until he had finished lapping her love juice.
When he pulled away she saw his cock. She wanted him so bad she told him, "Stretch out on the floor, baby, and I'll get down there and suck you all over."
"Will you eat my ass, too?" he asked Linda eagerly.
"If that's what turns you on, lover," she said, "I'll do it for you."
For a second Harry wanted to utilize the king-size bed. However, he enjoyed the primitive aspect of sex on the floor. Throwing his legs up in the air, he begged, "Lick my ass-hole. Go ahead, honey, lick all around my ass."
It didn't take her long to get her tongue in motion. It moved all around his ass cheeks and he loved it However, he was determined that she was going to suck his ass-hole as well as lick his ass cheeks.
"I don't want you to just lick around, honey," he explained, "I want you to stiffen that tongue and stab it up. All the way up my ass-hole. That's what really gives me kicks. And while you're doing that jack me off."
She realized he had a whole series of sexual acts that he wanted her to perform. Even though she wasn't too high on sex like that she was willing to go through with it She stiffened her tongue and stabbed it up his ass-hole and grabbed his cock and began pumping methodically. Now he was really stimulated.
"Eat my ass," Harry begged, "eat it sweetheart Oh, doesn't that taste good? Lick it. Lick my ass-hole, baby."
To her amazement she did enjoy this demeaning position. And the pleasure of pulling on his throbbing penis doubled the delight.
"Oh, honey," he said, "I'm gonna shoot my rocks off in a second. You'd better get your mouth up here and start sucking if you want a nice sperm meal."
She got the point. And hastily Linda took her tongue from his behind and licked up the underside of his cock and began sucking on his cock head.
"Oh, yes," he enthused, "that's what I need, baby. Oh, keep me going."
The wonderful pleasure that she provided with her mouth movements had him shaking. She was letting her mouth travel from the top of his cock to the base. She was jiggling his balls at the same time.
"That double action really gets me going," he panted. "Oh, yes, baby, that's what I like. Now you're doing it."
The sensational pleasure that he was achieving at this point had him almost there.
"Oh, baby," he groaned in delight, "now you're doing it. Just like I want you to. Come on, sweetheart, suck me."
Linda sucked all the sperm out of his cock head and then slid off quietly. She rested her head on his thigh as she let her hand slip under his ass and gently massage him.
"You're wild about sex," he said. "You shouldn't be working in a hospital. You should be working in a whorehouse."
"I'm not that kind of girl," she said softly.
"I know," Harry chuckled. "A puritanical nympho, oh, I see them all the time. And most of them are at the hospital. They won't let a guy alone."
"You have problems?" she said testily.
He nodded.
"There's one redhead on ward three," he said, "that has a crush on me. Every time she sees me she wants to unzip my fly, reach in and pull me across the room by my penis. Then she drops to her knees and starts sucking. It's awful."
"What do you do?" Linda asked.
"What do you think?" he chuckled. "I let her drain my dick. The problem is I'm so weak I can hardly stagger down to surgery and perform any operation after that kind of workout."
"I'm gonna have it put in my will," she laughed, "that if I'm almost dead you can never touch me. I know you'd be too weak to perform any operation except a sex operation."
"Sweetheart," he said, "I was only kidding when I said that."
"I'm not so sure you were, Harry," she said. "Marjorie Peterson warned me. She said that a lot of you young interns were sex crazy. At first I thought she was exaggerating. I don't think she was now."
"Marjorie Peterson," he exclaimed, "that old bat. Forget her, she needs to get laid."
"Don't we all," Linda said as she raised her head and acknowledged the fact it was time for her to get going.
"Nonsense," Harry shook his head, "I want you to stay here overnight. We can have a morning fuck and then you can fix me my breakfast."
"This is morning, Harry," she reminded him. "As a matter-of-fact it's three-thirty."
"All right," he said, "we can sleep till ten. Then we can get up, screw and have breakfast at eleven."
"You've got it all figured out," she said. "But it takes two to tango. And I don't want to screw."
"If I would tell you all of the wonderful ways I have of doing it you'd be so crazy for me you'd be as bad as the redhead who pulls me around by my pecker to get a fuck."
"You have an awfully good opinion of yourself, Harry," she said.
"Sure I have," he said. "I have girl problems. like I told you, they won't leave me alone. I guess I've got the cock that satisfies."
"Would it come as a great jolt to you," she said, "that I've had sex that I've enjoyed more?"
Harry hardly knew how to answer that one.
"You've got a great sense of humor," he countered quickly.
"I knew your ego would find a fast out," she said, "because you never could accept the fact that any man could surpass you in the sex department. I've got news for you, Harry. I've been fucked, and liked it more."
"You should have stopped right there," he said, "right after you said you'd been fucked. You've been fucked up if you haven't been screwed by me. You haven't let me slip my dick up your ass-hole. Wait till you experience one of my ass fucks."
"I can live without that," she said. "You've got a huge cock and I've got a tight ass."
"That's what would make, it so much fun," Harry insisted. "But I'll let you have something to live for till tomorrow morning."
"How generous of you," she said, "should I call you Casanova or Clark Gable?"
"Casanova Gable would be all right," he teased Linda.
At this point she knew she needed a drink. And she wanted to get one as quickly as possible.
"I've got to have another nip," she said.
"You've been taking nips all evening," he told her. "Are you some kind of an alcoholic?"
"No, I'm not," she said, "but something is bugging me and I feel the need of something to cloud the agony."
"Agony?" Harry questioned. "What's troubling you, baby?"
"I can't tell you," she said.
She knew that she had done a terrible thing playing with a patient. She knew she'd put her career on the line and that no one would sympathize with her. In common terms she knew she was a molester. She was glad Harry couldn't read her mind. For if he could he would see how tortured and tormented she was. More than that, he would know what an awful person she was. This was what troubled her most. For the sake of passionate pleasure she had given in to her lustful desires. Her steady boyfriend would-likely kill her if he knew. She figured it would be best to break off with him when he called, but she didn't know how she would do that. Mike could be a difficult man and it was tormenting to her to think about telling him and explaining why they were through.
"Now, baby," he said, "Let's go into the bedroom and get some sleep. You probably are just tired. Tomorrow when that sunshine streaks across the horizon you'll be wanting to rise and shine."
"Yes," she said quietly, "maybe you're right, Harry."
"I know I'm right," he nodded assuredly.
When she got in bed with him she did enjoy having his arm around her protectively. It would be a wonderful thing she thought to herself to always have this kind of attention and protection. Yet having tasted the bizarre urges of her erotic nature, she didn't know as one man could ever satisfy her. She was fearful that she would require many cocks, not one. She knew that someday she would want to feel one sliding into her pussy, ramming up her rectum, and driving in her mouth. But it wasn't just that, she wanted them all at the same time. Indeed she recognized she was an orgy girl. Just the thing that the head nurse warned her against. It was strange how Marjorie Peterson hit it on the head. Maybe she sensed that there was something about Linda that was off. It was this compulsive sexual urge that tormented her. Certainly it had been fun with the patient. He had plunged it into her with savage force. And the big load he had shot into her mouth surpassed that she had just received from the intern. She recognized it was because it was a sixteen-year-old boy. And this was what troubled her. Because of this one experience she wondered if she always would want sixteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old or seventeen-year-old boys to satisfy her carnal lusts. Certainly if they could deliver such fantastic sexual experiences they would always be a temptation to her.