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CHAPTER THREE

Room by room Lorraine worked her way down the corridor. She eased each door open and checked the sleeping occupants. There were a variety of cases and ages in the semi-private rooms. Girls were on one side of the corridor, boys on the other.

By habit Lorraine started on the girls' side. Everything seemed normal until she reached Kathy Dell's room. The blonde girl was lying on her stomach. Her well-rounded ass was bare – her pajama tops had ridden up and she wasn't wearing any bottoms. The sheet had been tossed aside. It looked as if she had been out of bed and then thrown herself face down on the mattress when her door started to open. But, she was breathing evenly and deeply. Apparently, she was asleep.

Silently, Lorraine walked over and pulled the sheet over the girl's bare bottom, then saw the panties on the floor. With a shrug, Lorraine put them on the bedside table, and left the room. She pulled the door closed behind her.

Lorraine started on the boys' side. There was always more restlessness on their side.

Everything seemed unusually peaceful until Lorraine reached Angelo's and Jimmy's room.

Jimmy was a nagging puzzle. Without warning, a crisis would come. Each time he had been saved by quick action by the doctors. When he came out of a crisis, he was never quite as strong as before – after each one he was closer to death than he had been before. Sooner or later, Lorraine knew, there would be one crisis too many.

She approached his room with foreboding. When she saw the door was ajar a few inches, she was instantly on the alert for trouble. Angelo was strapped to his bed, so only Jimmy could have left the door open, unless someone else had been along the corridor.

Without touching the door, Lorraine looked through the crack at Jimmy's bed. The boy appeared to be sound asleep – a peaceful change from the crisis the night before. Very quietly, Lorraine eased the door farther open. Her throat felt knotted. Her crotch was suddenly hot and wet. Her legs began to shake. Her mouth went dry.

Angelo was pumping his fist on his monster cock! He was jacking off! He didn't see Nurse Kelly in the doorway.

Lorraine wanted to draw back, but her cunt kept her riveted to the spot. Angelo's hand moved up and down his towering prick, alternately hiding and revealing the dusky tip. Sweat gleamed on his olive face. The knob of his cock was shiny wet.

Desperately, Lorraine tried to force herself back from the doorway. But, her hand eased the door farther open. She went into the room and shut the door slowly behind her.

Since his entire attention was focused on his throbbing hard-on and his fantasies, Angelo was oblivious of the intruder. It wasn't until she was standing beside his bed, opening and closing her fists, shivering, staring at his cock, that he saw her.

His hand stopped moving for a moment. Then, slowly, languidly, he resumed stroking the towering column of his prick.

"Looking for something?" he asked softly. "Well, here it is."

Lorraine tried to shake her head, put the teenager down somehow, but all she could do was stare at his incredible cock as hot hunger gnawed at her pussy. Her panties were wet.

"Come on," Angelo urged. "Come and get it."

Lorraine shuddered. Her breathing sounded very loud.

Reaching out, one hand still massaging his prick, Angelo cupped one of her ample tits. He stroked his prick, milked out a thick glob of clear juice, and squeezed her tit through her bra and dress.

"Come on," Angelo urged softly, his dark eyes flashing. He stroked his hand down her torso, down one thigh to the hem of her dress. Then, he slid his hand up under her dress, up the inside of one thigh. His fingers stroked her stocking, then the naked, sensitive, sweating flesh above it.

Lorraine sucked in a breath through her clenched teeth. Lust was flaring through hex, burning away the last barriers. She felt his fingertips press her soft, humid pussy, press her soaked panties. She spread her legs a little and thrust her pussy forward. Then she clamped her hands down on her aching tits. Her nipples were agonizing points of fire inside her bra.

Angelo's thumb stroked up and down her twat, pressed the slippery, wet lace of her panties into her dripping slit. Every touch on her cunt sent a wave of pleasure ripping through her. Every probing thrust near the mouth of her cunt made her quiver.

"Come on," he hissed softly.

"Noooo," Lorraine moaned.

"Come on, baby. You want it. You know you want it." He pushed his thumb into her flooding cunt-hole. "Come on. It's right here." He waggled his iron-hard cock impudently. "Come and get it."

Lorraine stood there indecisively. How could she do it? He was nineteen, less than half her age. He was a patient, and she was his nurse.

But he had the greatest looking cock she had ever seen. It was much bigger than the prick that had ravaged her the night before. Even her husband's massive prick would have been dwarfed by the gorgeous tool being waved at her. It wasn't just that it was big, it was beautiful. It was perfectly proportioned, exquisitely sculpted. The head was like a rounded arrowhead. The groove on the underside curved smoothly up toward the tip. There was no circumcision scar to mar the perfect flow of the shaft.

The thumb in her crotch rubbed her clit and Lorraine felt as if she was melting into a puddle of lust. Her eyes closed and her knees wobbled.

"Come on," Angelo urged. "You have to do it. I can't move. You have to do it all!"

Lorraine remembered the quick, sharp orgasm with Dr. Stern the night before, and her resistance crumbled. She would be totally in control. She would be in the perfect position to get all the satisfaction she wanted. She would have to do it in such a way that no strain was put on Angelo's injured neck.

"Take off your clothes," Angelo hissed hotly. "Take 'em off."

"Just-just my panties," Lorraine moaned. "Just my panties." Dragging her dress up, she hooked her thumbs in her panties and shoved them down. She stepped out of them. She pulled her dress up around her waist and prepared to fuck herself on ha patient's jutting cock.

Holding her dress out of the way with one hand, she reached up and grabbed one of the pipes that ran the length of Angelo's bed. Kneeling on the extra-firm mattress, Lorraine swung her leg over his naked hips.

Thinking she had seen a movement in the next bed, Lorraine glanced at Jimmy Carter. The boy seemed to be sound asleep, though he had rolled from his back to his side and was now facing her and Angelo. For a moment, Lorraine remained frozen in her revealing position – she was still gripping the overhead pipe, and her bare crotch was gaping over the towering pole of Angelo's prick.

"Don't worry about him," Angelo hissed. "He's a sound sleeper." He let go of his prick. It flopped up against his hard gut. Then he proceeded to roll her dress so it would stay around her waist. Lorraine gripped the two cold pipes and watched Angelo tilt his hard-on to vertical.

Aching with lust, Lorraine positioned herself over his cock, and eased cautiously downward. The head of his cock touched her twat, wedged into her crack. She was off target by a fraction of an inch. With a whimper, she shifted until his prick was set in her cunt-hole.

Then, very, very slowly, she started downward. She felt his cock slide slowly in, spread and stretch the slick walls of her cunt. She felt his prick-head penetrating her like a spear, bore up into her streaming channel. Shifting her knees slightly, she let herself down a little more. His cock was halfway in now. She was deliberately torturing herself. Her face was beaded with sweat and her hands were threatening to slip on the slick pipe. Her shoulders ached with the strain of keeping her weight off the mattress. Her eyes squeezed shut as her cunt clutched the slowly penetrating cock.

"Jesus, you're hot!" Angelo hissed. "Like having my dick wrapped in raw liver."

Lorraine was racked by a convulsion and dipped an inch lower on his prick.

"Yeah," Angelo grunted. "Yeah!"

His eyes were wide open, watching his prick being slowly engulfed by Lorraine's black-bushed twat. He licked his lips.

Lorraine grunted deep in her throat. She felt the tip of his prick hit the end of her cunt. She shuddered as she slipped lower. She felt her cunt being stretched lengthwise by his thrusting prick.

"I feel it," Angelo hissed. "My prick cap feel every ripple of your twat. I can feel the end of your cunt even."

"Aaahhh!" Lorraine moaned from the depths of her straining lungs, and realized suddenly that she had been holding her breath. She was fully seated on Angelo now. His cock was jammed completely up into her cunt. It felt like she had a telephone pole up her pussy.

"Want to see what you're doing?" Angelo asked. Reaching up, he adjusted the mirror that allowed him to see the television.

Kathy could see where their crotches meshed. For a moment it was just a confusing pattern of skin and hair. Then she recognized her own soft pale skin, the strained lines of her thighs, her garter belt, and Angelo's hard, tan gut. In the center was a thick, tangled forest of black, kinky hair. Hers and Angelo's.

She lifted and watched his dick emerge from her cunt. It was shining wet with her juices. She lifted and lifted and lifted, felt his prick leave her twat, felt her pussy close behind it. She smelled the thick aroma of her arousal as she watched the cock appear. She lifted until just the head of his hard-on was clasped in her cunt.

With a shiver of exhaustion, her arms began to give way and she had to lower herself. She felt her cunt walls dilate to accept Angelo's bulk. She saw the shining cylinder of his rigid prick vanish. A wave of lust flared through her as his cock-head jammed against the end of her tunnel.

"You okay?" she asked. Her throat felt hoarse.

"I'm fine," Angelo answered calmly.

"Your cock's so big," Lorraine moaned.

Angelo was holding her waist with his strong hands. His thumbs eased slowly down to her twat. He spread her cunt-lips. She felt cold air hit the dripping heart of her crack, and she saw her pink inner flesh glowing in the black-fringed center of her pussy. Her clit was throbbing hungrily.

Reaching down, she guided one of Angelo's thumbs to the little button and rubbed it slowly back and forth over her nerve center. Angelo pressed and rolled her cunt against her pubic bone.

Grasping the overhead bars with both hands, Lorraine lifted again, then lowered herself very slowly. She began to fuck herself on him. She watched in the mirror as his thumb mangled her clit and his cock punched up into her guts.

She was oblivious of the bright eyes looking at her from the next bed. Jimmy Carter lay rigidly still, his mouth half open. He watched his roommate's cock appearing and disappearing in the horny nurse's twat.

Jimmy's prick was as hard as steel, and his hand was curled around it, squeezing it. He didn't want to jerk off again. The last time he had flooded his sheets with chilly, gooey fluid, which had made it harder than hell to sleep. But how could he endure the sight of Nurse Kelly mounting Angelo's great cock? If Jimmy didn't do anything, he'd be doubled up with pain soon.

Maybe – maybe after the nurse was done with Angelo, she'd come over and do something with him. Angelo had said she was a horny one, after all – and he was sure proving it right now. But how could he ask her to – to do him?

He shuddered. Fear almost made him lose his hard-on. He'd have to make do with his hand. He wished he had the guts to toss his sheet back and show her what he had down there.

Lorraine Kelly's eyes flickered in Jimmy's direction. He quickly shut his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Lorraine thought she had seen Jimmy's eyes open. But when she looked at him, they were shut.

She turned her gaze back, to the mirror. She began moving faster as Angelo's thumb continued its maddening tune on her clit. Her hips swung back and forth as she moved up and down on his hard-on. Then she added a circular motion, and felt his cock stirring in her guts, whipping the walls of her cunt as she bounced up and down.

She wondered if the teenager was likely to come soon. She wondered how great his staying power was, what kind of stamina he had. She had expected him to erupt early in the game, the way Dr. Stern had. But Angelo was behaving as if he could fuck all night, as if he got fucked regularly.

"Come on, baby," Angelo urged her. "Come on."

"I will, soon," Lorraine grunted. "Oh, believe me, I will."

The steel traction frame she was hanging from creaked as she jerked and twisted it. Lifting and dropping, she pounded the cock into her cunt.

"Going to come!" Angelo grunted. "Got to, got to!"

"NO!" Lorraine protested, frantically making herself stop. "NO, NOT YET!"

She felt the prick in her twat pulse ominously, and she held herself motionless. She tried to keep her cunt walls from clenching and unclenching in reaction to Angelo's pulsations.

"Think of something else," she moaned. "How much is thirteen times fourteen?"

Angelo's sweating face went blank, his eyes closed, and his lips moved as he worked the problem in his head. "Hundred and eighty two," he said desperately.

His cock had stopped throbbing in her cunt, and there had been no hot gush of semen. They'd held off his coming. And she hadn't lost too much of her own arousal.

She began moving again, began lifting herself higher and higher, began to pogo-stick on his prick.

Sweat was running down between her big tits. The crack of her ass felt wet and slippery.

Angelo rolled her clit with his thumb. She fucked harder and faster, and her hips began swinging again. In the neighboring bed, the sheet over Jimmy Carter's hips began jerking and quivering as he pumped his cock.

"Awww, I'm coming," Lorraine whined. "Awww! Come with me! Come with me!"

She jammed herself down on Angelo's hard cock as clutching waves stroked the length of her cunt. She felt his cock jerk, spasm, and erupt, flood her twat with thick, gooey waves of come jism blasted the end of her twat. She soared higher and higher on a fireball of pleasure. Every muscle in her body helped wring out the spurting prick in her cunt.

Finally, she felt hot, sticky, overflow jism forming a pool between her steaming flesh and his. Slowly, as her coming eased, she felt his prick become limp.

She didn't see the spreading wet stain on the sheets of Jimmy Carter's bed. For a few minutes, she remained mounted on Angelo and let his prick slowly fade inside her cunt.

Then, aching with exhaustion, she lifted herself off him. His cock flopped onto his belly, soggy with their combined juices. Angelo's bush was a tangled, gooey mat. His eyes were gleaming wickedly as he smiled.

"I'm sorry," she said miserably.

"Anytime, Miss Kelly!"

"Mrs.," she corrected automatically. "I'm a widow."

"Anytime, Mrs. Kelly."

"You're a mess," she noted, staring at his sodden crotch. "I'd better clean you up." Getting a washrag from the bathroom, she wiped up the pool of come and sponged off his kinky black bush. Then she pulled the sheet up over him.

"Thanks," he said easily.

Lorraine realized she could be in deep, deep trouble. If Angelo said anything, her career would be ruined.

She was still wrestling with the problem when she heard, faintly, the call button at the nurses' station. Hurriedly, she turned and left the room. Behind her, forgotten on the floor, lay her panties. She was dimly aware of come trickling down the insides of her thighs as she helped a patient with a bedpan. Soon she was too busy making up for lost time to be aware of her naked crotch.

It wasn't until the end of her shift that she remembered her panties – it was when she sat down to finish the paper work and felt the cold chair against her bare bottom.

Frantically, she raced down to Angelo's room to cover the evidence. But, when she got there, her panties were gone! She searched desperately, but couldn't find them. She didn't want to wake Angelo in order to ask him. It was hardly possible that he had them, anyway. He couldn't have reached them from his bed.

Out of time, she hurried back for the shift change. She was sweating with fear.

Her panties were tucked into Jimmy Carter's crotch. He had used them to soak up his copious jism. There was a contented smile on his lips and he was sleeping deeply and peacefully.