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CHAPTER TEN

Lorraine stood at the counter, waiting to start her shift. The nurse going off was giving the usual rundown on the patients. Lorraine still hadn't made up her mind about asking to be transferred, despite what she had seen Dr. Stern do to Kathy Dell the night before. She had, thank God, managed to avoid throwing herself at Jimmy Carter again.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot. Jimmy Carter is going home tomorrow," the nurse announced.

Lorraine felt the blood leave her face. "There's no hope?" she whispered.

The other nurse laughed. "No. Exactly the opposite. There's been a 'spontaneous remission'. A miracle really. Jimmy is going to live after all. He's going home to live, not to die."

Lorraine could hardly believe it. Jimmy was going to live! She thought of what she had done for the "dying" boy, and felt slightly betrayed.

"The doctor says it must be from a sudden change in his body chemistry – some unexpected glandular activity," the nurse noted as she collected her things and handed over the keys to the drug closet. "I say it's a miracle."

Lorraine sank down in the chair. She had thought for a moment that she was going to faint from shock.

Lorraine sat stiffly, trying to control her emotions. Finally, she began making her rounds. As she drew closer and closer to Jimmy's room, her pussy grew hotter and hotter.

Praying he would be awake, she pushed the door open. Her heart sank when she saw his face. He was asleep. He was lying on his back. The sheet covered him to his waist.

Lorraine looked over at Angelo. He, too, was sound asleep. He, however, looked much less comfortable than Jimmy was. There was a big lump under Angelo's sheet – a hard-on. Lorraine wondered if he was dreaming about her or Kathy Dell.

The sight of Angelo's hard-on did nothing to ease Lorraine's horniness. But, she didn't really want Angelo. She was much more attracted to Jimmy's smooth, immature body, and his youthful innocence and enthusiasm.

But, Jimmy was asleep. And Jimmy didn't have a hard-on.

She slipped into the worn and eased the door closed. Her tits felt very tight. She knew she was going to do it. It was her last chance.

Standing over the sleeping boy, she unbuttoned her white dress. She let it slide off her shoulders and stepped out of it.

She shed her bra, wiled down her panties. She felt chill air touch her amused pussy. Undoing her stockings, she rolled them down, then took off her shoes. Her garter belt joined the white pile on the floor.

Jimmy was snoring softly. His lips were parted slightly. He looked like an angel.

Very carefully, Lorraine pulled the sheet off him. He was naked. She wondered if he had been expecting her. His cock, a stubby worm, lay drooped down over his balls. It looked sweet and innocent.

Lorraine reached down and touched his prick. Lowering her head, she blew on the limp prick. She licked it, tasted a salty drop at its tip – piss? The idea excited her.

Jimmy's prick shivered in her trembling fingers. She touched it with her tongue, and felt it hardening, growing. After moistening her lips, she wrapped them around the end of his cock. The quivery shaft expanded. She screwed her tongue into the slit at the tip.

She swirled her tongue around the rubbery cap of his cock. She felt his prick expanding quickly. She glanced up and saw he was still asleep. Dipping her head, she carefully sucked his swelling cock into her mouth, let it slide along her velvety tongue.

Jimmy groaned softly, and his hips began rolling and thrusting. His legs slid apart, and his balls dropped down slightly. The muscles in his trim, flat belly squirmed.

Lorraine's guts tightened as she got more prick in her mouth. She wondered if it would be possible to bring Jimmy off without him waking up. She decided to try. She held his prick delicately between her thumb and forefinger and bobbed her head up and down. His prick seeped hot pre-come onto her tongue.

Jimmy's hips rolled from side to side on his pillow.

Lorraine slowed her cock-sucking. She stopped bobbing her head and remained still, with just an inch of his cock in her mouth. Very gently, she stroked the underside of his prick with her tongue, pressed a wave of clear juice out of his piss-hole. The slippery fluid smeared her tongue. His cock was fully erect now.

She waited until Jimmy was breathing evenly again, then began pumping her head, more slowly and carefully this time. She reached between his slender, hairless thighs and slipped her hand under his balls. The egg-shaped glands squirmed as she fondled them. She gently pinched each ball between her fingers and thumb, then let it squirm aside. She felt the twisting cord of his sperm tunnel.

She pumped her head on his prick. Her fingers caressed his balls, scratched his cock. Delicately, she touched his asshole with her fingertip. She felt his prick twinge reflexively.

The burning trickle from Jimmy's cock increased as she scratched his asshole. She fucked her mouth on his cock, coated his shaft with spit. Her jaw was staring to ache.

He was still asleep, but was increasingly restless. His hips were pumping, driving his cock into her mouth. His flat, hairless belly was almost touching her nose. She gagged as his cock-head brushed against the back of her squirming, scrubbing tongue.

His balls tensed. His ass-cheeks clenched. She felt his piss-tube squirm and a hot blob of jism squirted into her mouth. She was swamped in a musky scent. The viscous fluid coated her tongue. She was swimming in come. Her mouth flooded with saliva and jism.

She swallowed jet after jet of come. She was being drowned in semen. She knew the total amount could be no more than a teaspoonful, but as it kept spurting into her mouth, her stomach recoiled as she swallowed.

She swallowed the last of Jimmy's come, then sucked his cock as it began, to lose its stiffness. Her mouth was pasty with semen. She loved it. She let go of his cock and sat up. She looked at him. He was still sleeping. His legs were drawn up and spread wide as if he was a girl who was eager to take her lover.

His prick was shiny with spit.

"Very nice," Angelo said suddenly from across the room.

Lorraine looked sharply in his direction. He had thrown the covers off and was holding his towering hard-on. His hand pumped the cock-shaft as his fingers smeared the purple cap with clear fluid.

"I thought you were asleep," Lorraine said stupidly.

"It's damn hard to sleep in this fucking rack," he pointed out sourly.

"I suppose so."

"Quite a farewell party."

"You've heard, then?"

Angelo snorted. "Shit, who hasn't? A miracle, the doctors say the kid's body chemistry changed suddenly. Shit. You and I know all he needed was a good fuck – which he got."

"You sound bitter," Lorraine observed.

"What makes you say I'm bitter? Should I be bitter? Bitter about spending the rest of my life on this fucking torture rack?"

"You won't spend the rest of your life on it."

"Yeah? You ought to hear what my doctor has to say about that," Angelo responded sourly. "Anyway, the kid's getting fucked, and going home. I'm stuck here."

"You've gotten fucked, too," Lorraine pointed out.

"Yeah, well, I haven't had a blow job like that one," Angelo argued.

"Looked to me like Kathy did all right by you."

"Yeah, for a kid she did all right. She's young and inexperienced, though. She's not a woman."

"Are you leading me on?"

Angelo grinned. "Shit, yes!" He was still pumping his fist on his throbbing prick. "I want a blow job. I want to see your mouth on my cock. I want a fine, high-class, educated, registered nurse twice my age to suck my cock like a common whore. I want a blow job from a neat Irish chick named Kelly."

"I'm French," Lorraine snapped. "My husband was Irish."

"Yeah, well, French is more appropriate anyway," Angelo said, then snickered. "So, French me, lady."

"Why should I?"

"Because, you're a nurse, and if you don't, I'll be in pain."

"You keep jacking off and you'll be in a puddle."

"Shit. I could do this all night and all I'd get is a raw cock."

Lorraine watched him jerking off, watched the way the foreskin tugged and slid over his towering prick. She wondered what his come would taste like, how much of it he could produce. Then, there was his bitterness. Chances were he would heal, but it was going to take a long time. And, when he did get out of the traction frame, there would be weeks and weeks of physical therapy.

Lorraine knew she was rationalizing what she was going to do. Also, she didn't want Angelo the way she did Jimmy – Angelo's older, hairier maturity didn't appeal to her the way Jimmy, did. She liked them young – at least young-looking – the younger the better.

But that towering chunk of cock made her mouth water.

And, if he didn't come, he would be in pain.

Getting up from Jimmy's bed, Lorraine went over to Angelo. He was still pumping his hard-on. Putting her hands on his bed, she leaned forward, lowered her mouth to the jutting purple knob of his cock. He smelled of sweat and shit. Her lips curled around the bulb of his cock and she swept his hot meat with her tongue. She lifted her head, picked a pubic hair off her tongue, then took his prick into her mouth again.

Angelo steadied his cock with one hand. His other came down on her head. He curled his fingers into her short black hair and forced her to take his cock down her throat. She gagged.

"Yeah, suck it," Angelo groaned.

"What are you doing?" Jimmy asked suddenly.

Lorraine froze.

"Getting some special nursing care," Angelo answered. "Like you just got."

"I did?" Jimmy's voice cracked.

Lorraine wanted to spit out Angelo's prick, but his grip on her hair made it impossible.

"I had a real crazy dream," Jimmy said.

"Sonofabitch, never would have thought it was possible," Angelo grunted.

Lorraine's throat was battered as Angelo's cock slammed against it.

"Jeez, look at her go!" Jimmy exclaimed softly.

"Yeah, man," Angelo agreed. "Deep throating it, that's what she's doing."

"I'm getting hard just watching," Jimmy noted.

"So, go ahead and do something about it," Angelo suggested.

"I-I'd like to do something a little different," Jimmy stuttered.

"You mean up her ass?"

Lorraine's guts chilled, and her asshole twitched.

"Uh-huh."

"Get some hair cream," Angelo ordered.

"Okay."

Lorraine heard the drawer of the table between the beds being opened. Angelo had stopped jamming her face down on his prick, but his cock still crammed her mouth, which effectively silenced her.

"Put some on your prick, and some on her asshole and plunge right in," Angelo instructed.

Lorraine started to mutter something, but Angelo forced her head down and his cock corked her throat. Silence. Then there was a chill, greasy touch at the crack of her ass. Something slithered to her asshole, pushed against the tight hole, entered her. Lorraine's guts knotted with pleasure and fear.

Angelo grabbed her head with both hands and began pumping her face on his prick. He was bruising her throat with his prick.

Lorraine hardly felt Jimmy's finger leave her asshole. Then she felt his cock-head jam at her asshole, and her pleasure roared still higher. He leaned against her backside and the pressure on her asshole built and built and built. She drew hungrily on Angelo's cock.

"Keep pushing," Angelo told the younger boy. "It takes quite a push."

"Yeah," Jimmy grunted.

Lorraine's butt burned. She felt her rectum yielding. She tried a momentary crapping motion – the result scared her. Her asshole opened, and Jimmy blocked the closing, and it hurt like hell. She whimpered around Angelo's cock as she forced her asshole to relax again.

Jimmy's cock gained more ground up her ass. It felt like her asshole was being stretched open by a too big turd. Only, instead of there being the delectable release of pressure from getting rid of shit, there was a slowly increasing pressure.

Angelo's prick seeped sticky juices over her tongue as Jimmy's dick forced her asshole open bit by searing bit. Lorraine wondered vaguely if they might meet deep inside her – wondered if she would wind up with cock from her head to her tail.

She felt something snap, and a ringing burning pain speared through her bowels. She would have yelled, but Angelo's prick made any sound impossible.

What had happened in her ass? Had she torn?

The pain faded to an ache, and the pressure in her bowels grew, as did the burning friction, and she realized that Jimmy was driving his cock deep into her rectum. The snap had been her ass muscle slipping over the groove of his cock-head. The worst was over. Now the smooth, oily shaft of his cock was sliding deep into her bottom.

"Sonofabitch that's tight!" Jimmy gasped.

"Swallow again," Angelo ordered.

Lorraine swallowed. Her tongue and throat massaged Angelo's cock. Her asshole squirmed around the cock jamming it.

The pleasure was unbelievable. If she hadn't seen Kathy take cock up her ass, Lorraine would never have thought it possible. She had given hundreds of enemas during her nursing career, but an enema tip was nothing compared to a cock.

The cock pistoned in and out of her burning ass. She was bobbing her head up and down on Angelo's cock now without any orders from him. She loved the double penetration. She loved the feel of two cocks driving in and out of her. She wished her cunt was similarly stuffed, but she was taking all the cock that was available at the moment.

She was coming. Her cunt was flooding, sending hot, slippery juices down the insides of her naked thighs. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through her as the cock drove into her ass. She wanted the two boys to come, to flood her with creamy jism. She tried to get another fraction of an inch of Angelo's monster cock down her throat. She felt Jimmy's hips slam up against her buttocks as he got the full length of his cock up her ass.

Reaching between Angelo's thighs, Lorraine lifted his balls, searched farther and found his asshole. She twisted her finger into his asshole. She felt his cock throb, expand, tremble, and then erupt. His come hitting her throat felt like hot acid. She swallowed frantically. The hot jism hit her stomach, joined the copious pool left there earlier by Jimmy's cock.

Jimmy slammed into her ass. Her asshole was being rubbed raw, blistered by his brutal ass-fuck. He had only come a few minutes ago – he might go on like this for centuries! Her asshole would be a tattered ruin. Lorraine was terrified.

Then Jimmy slammed into her again. His hands sank into the soft flesh of her waist and he dragged back on her. Her ass-cheeks squashed against him, and he got more cock up her butt. His prick pumped and jerked and she knew he was shooting her ass full of come. She could feel his cock lurching in her asshole. She took a jism enema as cocks flooded her throat and her bung.

She slumped down on Angelo. His dick stopped pumping in her mouth. The cock in her ass was driven out. She felt something hot trickle down her ass. Her legs folded and she slid to the floor. She rested her head on Angelo's bed and fought to catch her breath.

"Gosh, I hope I didn't hurt her," Jimmy whispered, frightened.

"I'm okay," she said quickly.

"Boy!" Jimmy gulped. "Boy, that was really something!"

"A going-away present," Lorraine told him.

"Yeah," Jimmy sighed. "Gee, I'm going to miss you."

Lorraine shrugged. "You'll find someone to take my place. Someone nearer your own age."

"Aw, they don't know anything," Jimmy snorted. "You know what?"

"What?"

"Sometimes you sound just like my mom."

Lorraine frowned. She knew he meant well, but his words were a harsh reminder of just how young he was, and how old she was. "Thanks. I'd better be getting back to the station."

"Let me look at you for a minute," Jimmy asked softly.

She stood before him, naked, a mature woman with lush, full tits and a thick black snatch. She let him feast his eyes on her until his cock started to lift its head again. Then she started to dress.

"Thanks," Jimmy said softly.

"You're welcome," she said as she opened the door. Her greasy ass-cheeks rubbed against each other as she walked down the hall.