Duncan Fox
The naughty nurse

CHAPTER ONE

"Keep your damn hands to yourself!" Lorraine Kelly hissed angrily, shoving away the intern's hand as he walked down the corridor beside her.

His hand insolently stroked her lush ass through her tight white uniform. "Hey, baby, I'm just doing a little anatomy study," the black-haired intern teased.

"'Nurse' to you, Buster," Lorraine retorted, pushing his hand away. She tried to ignore the horniness his touch had aroused in her. "And keep quiet, or you'll wake the patients."

"'Doctor' to you," Nathan Stern told her.

"Doctor!" Lorraine snorted and tossed her head. "You never got past the female anatomy section of any medical text you touched, you suckling pill-pusher."

"I did all right just now with that kid who was going cyanotic on you," he replied defensively as they arrived at the nurses' station.

Lorraine was tempted to snap that he hadn't done anything she couldn't have, but didn't. It wasn't true. "I still think you should have called Dr. Mansfield," she muttered as she filled out a chart.

Dr. Stern stood behind her and slid his hands down from her shoulders toward her tits. "But I handled it right," he insisted.

"You handled it perfectly," she admitted grudgingly, twisting away from his fondling fingers to slip the chart back into the rack.

"Then how come the hostility?"

His strong, slender fingers began kneading the muscles in the shoulders. He had a perfect view of her huge tits. They thrust out against the front of her dress. Her curly black hair was accented by her neat white cap. There was a dark hollow between her tits, an exciting tunnel down between the soft mounds.

"Because you're a conceited, horny, arrogant, sex-crazy squirt," Lorraine growled, enjoying the feel of his hands massaging her tense muscles.

"If I'm sex-crazy, it's because you make me that way," Nathan answered, easing his hands down toward her tits again. As his palms slid over her thrusting titties, he felt the lace of her bra. He pressed her hot tit-flesh through her clothes.

"Anything short of a double hernia would get you turned on," Lorraine groaned, grabbing his hands, intending to push them off. But her horniness made her press his hands against her aching tits still harder.

"When's your break?" Dr. Stern asked as he massaged the nurse's tits.

Lorraine wanted to tell the doctor to fuck off, but her cunt itched and was drooling into her panties. "Anytime now. All I have to do is tell the girl at station two to handle any calls."

Stern slipped his fingers in the top of her dress and curled his hand around the lacy cup of her bra. His thumb stroked over the tip of her tit. Looking down, he saw the bulge his hand made in the bodice of her white uniform, saw the way the top button was strained by the extra bulk. With his other hand, he popped the button open. "No rush, I guess," he noted. "After all, we don't want to cut down on the time we have available for the nitty-gritty."

Lorraine sat down and her fingers clutched the arms of the swivel chair. Her eyes closed as her lust boiled higher. She could feel, against the back of her neck, the growing lump of the intern's hard-on. She cursed her wantonness, but let him toy with her tits, let him undo yet another button.

He spread her dress open and revealed her bra-covered titties. Another button popped loose, down close to her waist. He could see her full lips. They were parted with passion. He continued fondling her tits through her bra.

Lorraine was seething with lust. She tried to think other dead husband.

She failed. One nipple was pinched gently and flare of lust surged through her. Her hands shaking, she began to unbutton the remaining buttons on her short dress. She opened her dress like a robe, revealing her pale skin and white lace panties, and under them, a white garter belt. There was a dark shadow at the crotch of the panties.

The intern continued massaging one tit. He reached past Lorraine with his other hand and flicked on the intercom.

"Joyce?" Lorraine asked, trying to control the shaking in her voice.

"Yeah?"

"Okay if I go on my break now?" Lorraine asked, forcing the words out of her lust-clenched throat.

"Take your time," Joyce answered.

"Okay – keep your eye on the boy in 23W had a crisis there about half an hour ago," Lorraine managed. "If he has any trouble, call Dr. Mansfield at once."

"What about Stern, where's he?"

"Dr. Stern will be – he's busy on another case," Lorraine answered.

"Are you all right? You sound funny."

"I'm a little tired is all," Lorraine answered as Dr. Stern's fingers probed inside her bra and found her erect nipple. Her excitement flared still higher.

"Why don't you lie down for a while," Joyce suggested. "It's a quiet night. I can handle anything that comes up."

"Thanks, Joyce. I'll call you when I get back," Lorraine answered, snapping off the intercom. "Aaaahhh!"

She rolled her head against the intern's hard-on. Reaching up, she found his zipper and lowered it. His lean, hard prick thrust out and nuzzled her cheek. She nibbled on his bone with sucking, hungry lips as he toyed with her tits.

"Room 18 is empty," she moaned, licking the hot, hard meat of the intern's dick. His hands were crammed inside her bra, mangling her soft, big tits into a delicious ache of lust.

"Why not right here?" the young man asked as his prick drooled onto her tongue.

"Joyce might come looking for a chart," Lorraine pointed out as she swallowed his juices. His prick nudged against her full lips.

"Guess you're right," the intern admitted. He urged her out of the chair by lifting her tits. His cock slid along her back as she stood up. She curled her fingers around his hot, hard staff.

They crossed the hall from the nurses' station and slipped into the vacant room. As the door swung silently closed behind them, Lorraine reached out and hit the light switch. She felt him stripping her dress back off her shoulders.

"How come you wear a bra?" Dr. Stern asked as he unhooked it.

Lorraine let her bra drop down and join the dress. "Are you kidding, around here? Some of the teenagers we get here get hard-ons when I walk in just to take their temperatures orally! If I didn't wear a bra, we'd have ten cases of high blood pressure a day!"

"Considering your tits, I think you're right," the young man said, lifting and pressing the heavy globes of her tits. His thumbs stroked over her rubbery tits, made them burn. He slid his hands down her warm body into her panties. He pressed his fingertips into her snatch, felt her bush tangling between his fingers. Her ass pressed against his rigid prick.

"Don't torture me," Lorraine moaned as his fingers pressed her pussy. Her clit ached with hunger. She shoved her panties down so he could fondle her cunt.

"There's not that much of a rush," he countered.

"We get caught at this, there'd be hell to pay."

"And who's going to catch us?" he asked. "Mansfield is on call, and I'm not going to call him. Are you?"

"No, but Joyce might if that kid goes into respiratory arrest again." Lorraine was burning up. She squeezed Dr. Stern's cock spasmodically. He was still probing her twat.

"He won't," the intern insisted. "It was just his asthma acting up, and the stuff I gave him lasts for hours."

Lorraine's tits ached. His other hand dug deep into her twat, hooked into her crotch.

She hadn't been this horny since her honeymoon. During that glorious week when she and Chris had discovered the joy of sex. It had all been new to her. She had gone to her marriage bed at the age of twenty-one, still a virgin. She had been prim and proper and had worn white. She had left the sheets stained red with her virgin blood.

She thought, too, of the scarlet rivers of blood that had spurted from her husband after the accident – blood that never seemed to stop. The memory slashed through her like a dull scalpel. She thrust it aside and concentrated on her flaring passion.

She squeezed the cock in her fist and stared at the two trim hospital beds. It was a semi-private room.

She went over to the bed. She let go of his prick. Shedding her panties, she lay down on her back on the bed. Her garter belt pulled tight as she spread her shapely white-stockinged legs wide. She felt her cunt flesh shiver as chill air hit her hot juices. She saw the excited gleam in Dr. Stern's dark eyes as he stared hungrily at her wanton display.

"Come," she moaned, her hands squeezing and squashing the soft, warm hills of her tits. She humped her hips, rolled them erotically on the bed.

There were beads of sweat on the young doctor's upper lip. His hands shook as he unfastened his belt. He shoved his trousers down, baring himself. He had a thick black pubic patch and a thrusting, slender prick. He was, as she had expected, circumcised.

The cap of his prick was dusky purple, the shaft was pale white, ribbed with veins. His hairy thighs were strong, his belly flat.

"Come on," she groaned.

The intern's feet were tangled in his trousers. Reaching down, balancing awkwardly on one foot, he struggled free of his pants. His dangling prick wigged and jiggled. A drop of pre-orgasmic fluid dropped to the sterile floor.

"Come on, already," Lorraine hissed, sliding her hand down to her gaping cunt and squeezing the full lips. She spread her crack, exposed the glaring wet, pink meat of her pussy. She fingered her cunt, stroked the petals of her hole.

"Fuck me," she moaned desperately, trying to forget what she was doing by getting even more excited. "Fuck me!"

Dr. Stern advanced on her, his cock swaying like the head of a cobra. He crossed the room and towered over her. His eyes raked her lush naked body, explored every sexy curve and crevice.

Lorraine shuddered with excitement and anticipation. Her nurse's cap was knocked crooked as she writhed on the bed. She was clothed in only her white stockings and garter belt. The white elastic suspenders framed the ebony patch of her pussy.

He approached her. His body came down on top of hers. His cock found the hot funnel of her cunt, and he drilled her streaming depths. Her hips heaved upward to greet him.

Lorraine grunted as her cunt was filled by his prick. She clawed his back as he hammered his prick into her twat. She twined her legs around him, slithered the nylon of her stockings against his naked flesh. She clutched his muscular ass as he fucked her.

He went at her with all the skill and finesse of a randy stallion, hammering his cock into her cunt hard and fast. She bucked under him. She felt the head of his dick slam against the end of her cunt like a jackhammer. The steel frame of the hospital bed creaked under the force of his drives.

It was too quick and too hard, and she wasn't reaching the release she needed so desperately. He reamed her cunt with his cock and held on, and she felt his come erupted into her guts like live steam. The cock in her pussy jerked and heaved and recoiled, blasted her innards with hot thick blobs of jizm. She squirmed and heaved and writhed in a frantic attempt to reach her own peak.

But his prick was shrinking and shriveling in her cunt, giving her no chance to rest. With a muttered oath, she heaved him off her, flipped him to his back beside her on the bed. Frantically, she got to her knees and dipped her head.

Her mouth closed around his slithery, dripping, limp cock. She swirled it around in her mouth. She was tasting his come and her juices on the rubbery cock, but she didn't care. The dreadful ache in her cunt had to be satisfied, and to satisfy it, she had to get his cock hard again.

As he lay on his back, panting, trying to catch his breath from his first coming, she sucked his cock. She stroked the underside of his prick with her tongue. She fondled his sweaty balls, tickled the insides of his thighs. She drew on his limp cock, rolled it against the roof of her mouth.

"Christ!" he swore, lifting his head to stare at the wanton nurse.

"Come on," she begged, taking her mouth off his prick for a moment. "Get hard again, damn it! Give me a chance."

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I-I didn't mean to come so soon. It's been a long time since I've had any release."

"You ever fucked a cunt before?" she asked bitterly, gripping his withered, limp prick.

"Yeah!" he said angrily.

"I'll bet," she said disbelievingly. "Come on, get it up, damn it!"

Her tits swayed as she dipped her head and sucked his come-sticky prick. Finally, she felt life returning to the cock. His fleshy shaft swelled slowly as she slurped on it. It began to drive to the back of her mouth. As she mouthed his prick, she cupped her hand around his balls and pressed them very gently, warming them.

"God!" he gulped. He let his head drop back on the bed as his prick began to grew and thrust deeper into the nurse's sucking mouth. She bobbed her head on his prick, pressed it hard with her tongue.

He moaned.

Her gut was a hard knot of need as she sucked his cock back to life. Her cunt was streaming with hunger. Trickles of juice slipped down the insides of her thighs as she knelt on the bed. Her tits swayed and brushed his legs as she hovered over him. His cock was poking the back of her throat now, her nose was being tickled by his thick black curls. He smelled of sweat and come and shit. He had been on shift for hours.

His cock was hard now. She spat it out and straddled him. She crawled up over him. She looked down at his prick. She wiggled his dick with her hand, made the purple head stroke along her slit, plowed her pussylips with his cock. She was burning up with lust.

She set the knob of his prick in her cunt. She felt his prick slowly find its way up into her guts for a second time. She lowered herself in a series of gentle jerks and felt his prick slide along her slithery wet pussy walls, push through the thick goo of his come.

His prick slowly disappeared from view until finally her black cunt hair tangled with his thick patch and she was fully in the saddle. His hands came up and mashed her tits. His fingers clutched her aching tits, bruising them. For a long time, she remained still, savoring the feeling of fullness his cock gave her.

She thought of Chris in the same position, doing the same thing, and pain dug into her guts. Chris had been a lug, lusty, red-headed Irishman, with a cock that had filled her guts like a column of hot cement. She would come down, and his hips would slam upward, and they would collide in mid-air with bone-jarring force.

She moved, lifted off him. Dropping, she felt his dick bum into her cunt-hole. She reached down and dug her fingers into her flooding pussy and mangled her cunt. Then she jammed a finger up into herself beside his cock, giving herself more bulk in her cunt.

She bounced on him. She fucked him with total abandon. She slammed down on his gut, drew upward, and slammed down again. She felt his cock stretch the entire length of her cunt. Her lust boiled higher as she screwed herself on him. She was getting close to her peak now.

She shook the vision away angrily and went on screwing herself. She heard the gooey pistoning of the cock in her cunt. She smelled the thick, cloying musky scent drifting up from her crotch.

She was going to come. Finally, she was going to come. She was on fire. Her toes curled as she neared her peak. Her tits jiggled and jerked in the intern's grasp as she pounded down on him. Sweat trickled down between her tits as she worked to bring herself off. She didn't care if he came or not, all she wanted was a few ecstatic moments.

She diddled her clit harder and managed to squirm a second finger into her already full cunt. She began to come, slowly at first, then harder and hotter. She froze and shuddered as the bright pink blush flared up from her cunt, out over her lush, heavy breasts. She felt her cunt spasming around his cock and her fingers as wave after wave of flame roared through her.

"Goddamnit, I almost made it again," the intern protested from beneath her.

Lorraine held on until her coming faded, then she began moving again. It wasn't that she cared about his coming, she couldn't have cared less. But there was more pleasure for her, a bit more forgetfulness, and she was determined to get as much as she could.

She bounced and pounded on him, and began to come again. She felt him begin to come, felt his cock twitch.

She felt his come hosing her guts. Thick, hot, gooey semen flooded out of her cunt and over her hand as she came a second time.

When it was all over, she felt depressed. She dismounted from the doctor. She didn't look at him as she grabbed her bra from the floor and covered her aching tits. She dragged her panties on, oblivious of the come that flooded from her hole and soaked her panties.

"Way to go!" Dr. Stern managed. He was still on his back on the bed.

"Shut up," she snapped as she buttoned her dress.

She set her nurse's cap on her black hair and patted her curls into place. Then she glanced at the bed and frowned. It was rumpled and stained, and something would have to be done about it. She stripped it quickly.

"I'll remember this," the intern told her just before he left the room.

She remained stonily silent as he left her. A hot hunger was gnawing at her guts, despite her recent climax.