Message-ID: <7807eli$9801251943@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Sxjames Subject: New story by ELP: "The Sexdoll" (Mf, MFF, nc, cons(?) ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <1fe34557.34cad324@aol.com> I am not the author, just the posting agent for Emerson Laken-Palmer. Comments (good or bad) may be directed to Sxjames@aol.com and I will see that he gets them, or you may call the BBS at the end of the story. --------------- cut here ----------------------------------------------- -------------------------WARNING!------------------------------- THIS TEXT FILE IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READERS! IT CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX AND SEXUAL SITUATIONS. IF THIS TYPE OF SUBJECT MATTER OFFENDS YOU, OR IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, PLEASE READ NO FURTHER AND DELETE THIS FILE. THE AUTHOR (AND THE ORIGINATING SOURCE OF THIS FILE) HAS MADE THIS TEXT AVAILABLE (FOR ADULTS ONLY) AS SHAREWARE AND CAN NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR ITS DISTRIBUTION. ---------------------------------------------------------------- THE SEX DOLL by Emerson Laken-Palmer One I didn't love my job. I mean, it paid well. But it just wasn't the kind of job I always thought a man should have or any person should enjoy. I was a nurses' aid at a hospice in Cincinnati. Don't laugh. Me? A guy? A nurses' aid? Well, let me explain a little. First: a hospice is like a hospital. It has nurses and doctors and beds and rooms and medicines. But you don't go there to get cured. You go there to die. A hospice is where they send someone who has been diagnosed with a fatal illness and there's no need to keep them in a hospital because they are just taking up room and there's no way to cure them. Those people still need care and medical treatment but it's too expensive and time consuming to keep them at home so they are sent to a hospice. Doesn't sound like a fun kind of place, does it? Well, that's where I worked: The Runyon Medical Hospice. I was well liked by the staff there and well paid by the administrators. I was pulling in $20.00 an hour! They needed me. Having dropped out of medical school (for lack of money), I was as able as any nurse but, at 190 lbs, I could easily lift the patients from their beds to the gurneys and from the gurneys to the whirlpool baths or examination tables. There were other, female, nurses aids and male orderlies, but I combined the two and, in our small, twelve room, four ward, hospice, I was quite appreciated and busy. I worked the midnight shift, coming on duty each night at ten and working until seven, six nights a week. I don't mind telling you, that REALLY cut into my social life. Not that I had one. I was thirty-five years old. Not bad to look at. I had brown hair and eyes and I was told that my smile was sexy. But I was just a tad on the heavy side. My only days off (to troll the bars and look for women) was Sundays and that's not the greatest night of the week for bar hopping. I was quite shy around the opposite sex (especially if the girl was sexy and pretty) but I managed to met the occasional woman and, every once in a while, I got lucky and took her back to my apartment for a good fuck. The women were surprised at the size of my cock. I don't mean to brag, but I did have a good eight inches of man meat. And it was a THICK eight inches too! Those women LOVED it! The trouble was, all those women were either too old or too fat or two homely or too stupid for me. And they talked and talked and talked-- about nothing-- endlessly. Or they talked about getting married and keeping my cock for themselves. Married? I wasn't ready for that. At least not with the ones I had met and fucked. None of them were what I wanted-- a pretty, young, quiet, intelligent girl. I wanted a sweet, little virgin with a great, sexy body and an endless desire to have herself fucked and eaten and with a constant craving to suck my cock. Now, I ask you, where was I going to find a girl like that? There were a couple of pretty nurses on the midnight staff at Runyon. Candy was 25 and had a body that was just built for sin. She had long, permed blond hair (that she wore up and under her little nurses cap) and sweet, full, lips. You should have seen the way her sexy ass would sway, in the short skirt of her white uniform, when she walked. Peggy was 23 and a fiery red-head with an incredibly pretty face. She had a button nose and a swarm of freckles on both her high cheekbones and under her eyes (which, by the way, were emerald green). She looked great in white too. She had firm looking, ample breasts and she filled out her white uniform as well as any girl could. Wow, did she have a set of long, sexy legs! You should have seen the way she sat, with her legs crossed, in those white stockings. Peggy and Candy would take coffee breaks and lunches with me and we'd joke around with each other and sometimes talk pretty sexy. But it never amounted to much. All three of us were afraid of mixing our personal lives with our professions. And, though both women were alluring enough to die for, Candy did have the annoying habit of loudly chewing gum all the time. She had a way of rolling it on her tongue and then causing it to make "popping" noises. I HATED that! Peggy, on the other hand, was always talking about her latest boyfriend and how this new one would abuse her even more than the last one. She was always saying that her luck with men was so awful and that she would really like to have a nice man, like me, and yet she always fell for the ones who drank heavily, slapped her around, took her money, wrecked her car and (just for fun) beat her black and blue. I did try to get somewhere with her once. I asked her out to dinner at a nice restaurant and, after thinking it over for two days, she said she'd try it with me. Lonnie (her old boyfriend who liked to flick lit cigarettes at her) called her on Thursday and wanted to patch things up and get back together. By Friday our date was off. Monday she came to work with two burn marks on her forearm but told me and Candy that Lonnie was moving back in with her that weekend. So much for women in my life. Candy and Peggy were the only women I came into contact with. Except for the patients. And the patients were all dying! They were all in the age group above 50! All grey haired crones with wrinkles on their wrinkles. All laying in their beds, in their hospital gowns, and moaning and bitching and waiting for the grim reaper. We had male patients too. Just as old and just as moaning. I had to move them and dress them and bathe them and give them enemas and catheters and change colostomy bags. I had to talk with them and smile nicely and take the verbal abuse, that they sometimes bestowed upon me, for trying to make them comfortable in their last weeks of life. I made friends with a couple of the old crows once or twice (just talking with them) but sooner or later they all checked out. And when I say "checked out" I mean they really checked out. No patient left under their own steam (unless the family's money ran out before their dear loved one croaked). It was a Tuesday evening when everything changed for me. I had just finished wiping all the shit off Mr. Cotter, in the men's ward, when Candy came walking up, looking sexy as hell in her white uniform and chewing her gum loudly. "Hi, Bob," she smiled, as she lifted his chart from the metal footboard of the hospital bed. "How's Mr. Cotter?" "He smells a lot better," I said as I lay the frail, mumbling, incoherent, old man back down and watched her prop her left foot up on the side of the bed so she could rest the chart on her white- stockinged knee and leaf through the pages. From my position, across from her and leaning to pull the blanket up to the old man's neck, I could see right up her white skirt, almost to the cheeks of her butt. She was wearing thigh high stockings tonight and I could plainly see where the white of her creamy thigh emerged from the frilly, elastic band. God! Did she WANT me to look up there? I could feel my dick harden with a fury. I hadn't gotten any pussy in months! Candy chewed loudly and popped her gum a few times as she read and scribbled notes on Mr. Cotter's chart. The smell of cinnamon came to me as I continued to look up her skirt. She didn't seem to notice as she said, "Peggy's checking B-Ward and then I have to check A. I've got to medicate three in here and then check the private rooms. I wondered if you would look in on the new patient in Room 11? She just came in this afternoon and I hope the day shift prepped her." "Sure," I said, looking up at Candy's radiant face just as she lowered the chart. Candy's mouth was one of those where her upper lip was an inverted V-shape below her upturned nose. Her lips looked so soft and full and her teeth were so white and straight. She was wearing pink lipstick (her favorite color) again tonight. I couldn't help but think what a wonderful thrill it would be to pump some sperm between those lovely lips.... "Bob? What are you staring at?" She giggled and her nose wrinkled as she smiled at me with her wide, doe-brown eyes. "Oh, nothing," I stammered as I watched her move to the foot of the bed to re-hang the old man's chart. "I'll get to the patient in 11 right away." "Thanks, Bob. It's so great having you around." "No problem," I said, dropping my gaze to Candy's curvy behind as she turned and walked over to the next bed. The short skirt of her white uniform played seductively over the backs of her lower thighs as she moved. Man, I thought as I turned to the hallway and started for the private rooms, spending the evenings with Candy and Peggy wasn't easing my sexual frustrations any! The corridor was quiet as I moved toward room 11 and listened to my soft-soled shoes squeak on the shiny tile floor. Another poor old lady had checked in to wait for death, I thought, as I reached the door and opened it. It was dark in the room and I snapped on the light to check this new patient and see that all her charts were in order. As I turned to the bed I got the surprise of my life as I saw, reposed there on the bed, a young, teenage girl. I shook my head and blinked a couple of times but she was still there, with a pink blanket pulled up to her neck and her arms, over the blanket, at her sides. She looked to be about sixteen or seventeen, I thought, as I walked slowly to the bed and looked down at her. She was an adorable angel. She had straight, jet black hair, that seemed to be shoulder length and contrasted dramatically with the delicate appearance of her pale, white skin. Her cheeks were blushed dark crimson and almost matched the color of her lips, which were generous and soft- looking below her small, pert nose. Between her slightly parted lips, I could see a hint of very white, straight, little teeth. Her eyes were open but they were just staring blankly up at the ceiling. They were a deep blue... almost black. She didn't seem to notice that I was there, in the room with her, at all. I snapped my fingers in front of her strikingly pretty face but got no response what-so-ever from her. She didn't even blink. She just continued to breathe, slowly and evenly, through her nose. I walked to the foot of the bed and took her chart. Her name was Tia Elizabeth Mieneke. She was 17, 5', 5" tall and weighed 115 lbs. She had a closed head injury from an automobile accident when she was 15. She had been in a coma ever since then. Her family-- it said on the chart --had given up all hope of her recovery and had given the doctors, at Sentinel Hospital, permission to pull the plugs on her life support systems. That was two weeks ago. Apparently Tia had kept breathing on her own. The doctors (the chart said) were only giving her another week to live and the family had moved her here. In big, red letters, on the bottom of the chart, it said: GIVE NO MEDICATIONS. I looked from the chart to the unbelievably pretty girl on the bed. I gasped. What a waste! What an absolute angel this girl was! She looked as if Snow White had somehow come to flesh and blood life. How darling the features of her face, reposed in a slumber from which she would never awaken. It must have been a tough blow to her family (whoever they were) to have to give up hope, and pull the plug, on such a sweet- looking child. I set the chart back on the hook and stepped, to the side of the bed, next to her. It was my job to check this girl and see that she was correctly tended to and that all her physical needs were being taken care of. I reached over and took hold of the sheet and the pink blanket that covered her. Funny. All our blankets were blue. Her family must have supplied this blanket for her. I slowly pulled the blanket and sheet down, exposing the girl's body to me. Even in the plain, white hospital gown, it was evident immediately that Tia possessed an exquisitely curvy and firm young body. The shapeless gown covered her from just below her neck to just above her knees but you could make out the curves of her body as the soft, cotton material clung to her. Tia's breasts were moderate in size and seemed to rise and fall with her steady, unconscious breathing. Below that, I could see that her stomach was flat and that her waist was extremely thin and waspish and flared out to deliciously proportioned hips and thighs. I put my hand down on the warmth of her soft chest, just below her right breast, and pushed on her rib cage. I could feel her heart beating, strongly and steadily, below my palm. Looking down at where I was touching her, I could feel my blood start to boil and my penis start to harden and go erect. I closed my eyes and shook my head. This was a patient, I reminded myself. A beautiful, youthful, comatose patient. I put my stethoscope to my ears and then I reached behind her soft, warm body and loosened the top tie of her gown. Then I pulled it over her satiny, pale shoulders and down to her mid stomach. I put the stethoscope to her chest now and checked her heartbeat. Looking down, I could see both of Tia's firm, exposed breasts. They were beyond perfect. Two soft-looking, sculpted hills of exquisite, feminine flesh, topped with small, slightly raised areolas and pert, little, flat-tipped nipples that were the color of deep rose. I felt the urge to wrap my hand around one of them and give it a squeeze but I looked up into her sweet face and into her beautiful, unseeing eyes and then I calmed myself and took her pulse and checked her blood pressure. All of her vital readings were normal and I went about my business and recorded her readings on the chart. I took hold of the bottom of her hospital gown now and pulled it slowly up her legs and her curvy, pale thighs until I had exposed her genital area to me. The breath caught in my throat as I gazed at the most beautiful, girlish pussy I had ever seen. Tia had jet back pubic hair. It wasn't bushy, (as were the other's I had seen) in fact her pubic hair seemed straight and looked shiny and feathery and soft and it just covered the jut of her pubic bone, below the plane of her flat, lower stomach. As I used both my hands to part her supple thighs slightly, I could see that Tia had no hair on the, flesh colored, pad-like lips of her pussy and that her outer lips were very smooth textured in appearance. I could see the protrusion of the hood of her clitoris between those lips. It was a dark pink in color and looked slightly moist. The twin pads of Tia's pussy were pressed close together, forming a tight slit, as if nothing larger than a slender finger had ever explored between them. I swallowed hard and, with the trembling fingers of both hands, I reached over and gently separated the unbelievably soft pads of Tia's pussy and then gently opened the delicate inner pedals of her sexual flower. I could see the thin, clear, plastic tube of the urine catheter as it emerged from under her thigh and then entered her just inside the wet, pink vestibule of her, exquisite, pink vagina. I was trembling as I stared into the wet, sexual entrance of her young body for a long minute and then I let go of her pussy and straightened myself. Panting loudly, I grabbed the chart and notated the inspection of the catheter. I put my hand to my face, to see if I had broken into a sweat, when I suddenly detected the delectable aroma of her sweet pussy on my fingers. The piquant scent of her young, feminine, sexual area caused my cock to go so painfully rigid that it pounded, like a huge bass drum stick, in my pants. Pulling my hand from my nose, I quickly checked that her urine bottle, at the other end of the catheter, was only a third full and I noticed that there was no saline IV running to her. I slowly pulled down the bottom of her hospital gown and then pulled up the top and tied it behind her soft, unconscious body. As I pulled her sheet and blanket back up to her neck, I felt as though I were tucking her in, as her mother and father must have done a thousand times. I felt the urge to kiss her forehead but then I checked myself as I looked again into her beautiful eyes. Tia just stared beyond me and blankly up at the ceiling, breathing steadily and slowly, as if she were all alone and I wasn't even there with her. Reluctantly, I took one last, long look at her exquisite face, turned off the light and (with my heart and cock pounding) left the room. Two The rest of that night, and the next day, all I could think about was Tia. I couldn't get the image of that sweet, innocent face and that alluring, youthful body out of my mind. All I could think about was the way she looked and felt and how I had swooned to the seductive scent of her pussy on my fingers. Several times, before work, I felt compelled to masturbate and relieve myself of the sexual tension that had my psyche wound like a tight clock spring. I didn't though. I had given up on self-gratification since shortly after leaving college. I needed a woman! Now! But there were none. I hadn't met anyone in months. God, I was frustrated. And now I had to go to work and be around Candy and Peggy all night in their short, white uniforms. Man, I didn't think I could take it. If only I could corner one of them and just ask them, point blank, if I could plug myself in, between their seductive legs, and get a massive nut off into one of their curvy, sexy bodies. Wow! Would that feel GOOD! To fuck one of them while she was wearing her nurse's dress and white stockings... No! To fuck BOTH of them! No... To have both of them do the dirtiest, filthiest sex acts to me... at the same time! Yeah. Both those pretty girls doing the most perverted shit, to me, I could think of! Like, one sitting on my cock and fucking me while the other sat on my face and I ate her pussy. That WOULD be great! But no. What was I thinking? Why was I putting myself through this? I knew they would never go for it. They were a lot of things but Candy and Peggy weren't sluts. And what about Tia? Would I get the duty of checking on her again tonight? Jeez! I'd ASK for it! How could I possibly not look in on that little, sleeping angel again? When I arrived at work, I looked at the duty roster and saw that I had to attend the patients in B & C ward before lunch. I went about my business and found that wiping the asses of old people and cleaning up puke and emptying bed pans and colostomy bags helped me to chase the thoughts of sex from my mind. When I took my midnight lunch break, Peggy was already there and eating a tuna sandwich at the corner table we always used. "How's it going, Bob?" she asked as I approached. I could see her shapely legs as she sat, with them seductively crossed, at the table. "So far, so good," I said as I dropped my bologna sandwich on the table and stepped over to the coffee machine. "Did you hear about our new patient?" she asked me. I looked over at her as I put my quarter in the machine and pressed BLACK. "The young girl in room 11," she went on. "The coma case." "Yeah," I said. "I checked her last night." "Gosh, that's a sorry thing," Peggy said as I took my paper cup to the table and sat down beside her. I could smell the clean scent of her body, mixed with the odor of tuna as I watched her shake her pretty, red head. "Yes, it is," I replied. "Poor girl. Only seventeen. We don't get many cases like that here." "None that I've seen," I said. Peggy took a small bite of her sandwich and looked at me with those sexy, green eyes and said, "It's spooky though-- the way she is." "Spooky?" "Yeah. The day nurses were all talking about her." "Why? What were they saying?" At that moment, we heard the door open and Candy came in, walking toward us with that sexy, youthful gait of hers, her white dress conforming to her curves as she walked. "Hi Candy," Peggy said and I waved. Candy snapped her gum loudly and then sat down at the table, on the other side of me, making a sexy show of crossing her white- stockinged legs. "Hi guys," she said. "What's new?" "We were just talking about that poor kid in 11," Peggy said. "Oh yeah. I heard about her from Gail on days." "Did you hear how they won't let us feed her IV? That they just want us to let her expire?" Candy nodded. "She eats though," Peggy added. "What?" I asked. Both girls nodded at me. "Dr. Clifford told the day nurses to try and get some sugar water or juice into her," Candy explained, "and they found that, if you put a straw in her mouth, she'll drink." "Really? In a comatose state?" "Yeah. Dr. Clifford said that sometimes a coma patient retains certain, rudimentary motor skills. Like blinking her eyes and swallowing. It's something like how a newborn knows how to nurse. They even found that, if you spoon something into her mouth and then touch her cheek, she'll close her mouth and swallow it." "I didn't hear about that," Peggy said. "Yeah," Candy went on, "Dr. Clifford says that the poor girl will be gone in a week or so but, even if he can't use artificial means to keep her going, he'll at least see that she dies naturally and not of starvation or dehydration." Peggy shivered beside me and rubbed her arms with her hands. "I don't know," she said, "I hate to see somebody that young in that condition. I don't really want to go in that room." "Me neither," said Candy. "I feel so sorry for her." "I'll attend to her," I said, hoping that I didn't sound too eager. Both girls looked at me. "You will?" Peggy asked. "That would be great!" Candy added. "You know I'd do anything for you two," I said, smiling to raise their spirits. Peggy took another small bite of her sandwich and said," You better see to her after our break." I nodded as I chomped on my bologna. Candy leaned over me, to Peggy, and I felt her soft breast touch my arm as she pointed at the other half of Peggy's tuna sandwich on the table. "You gonna' eat that?" she asked as I smelled the cinnamon from her breath and sensed the close proximity of her soft, feminine body. It caused an urgent longing in my loins. Peggy smiled and pushed the half of sandwich over to Candy. "No. Go ahead." Candy snatched her wad of gum from her enticing mouth and turned one knee toward me as she spread her legs and bent to press the gum to the bottom of the table. "Thanks," she said as she sat upright, turning to the sandwich and opening the bread to examine the contents. "You don't mind?" Peggy shook her head. "Lonnie says I eat too much." Me and Candy saw a sad look briefly cross her pretty, freckle adorned face. "Men!" Candy grunted as she took a small bite of the sandwich. "They always say we're too fat or too skinny. They're always complaining about something." "Yeah," Peggy said. "Especially Lonnie." "Is he being a dick again?" Candy asked as she chewed. Peggy nodded. "Isn't he always?" "It makes you wonder what they're good for," Candy observed and then she looked at me and smiled sweetly and touched my arm as she said, "Present company excepted." "I know one thing we do good for women," I said. "What?" Candy asked, still smiling and looking past me at Peggy, "fuck us?" I just grinned widely. "They hardly do THAT very well," Peggy stated cheerlessly, and we both looked at her. "They just jump on you and push their things in. Whether you're ready or not. And it only takes them a couple of minutes and they're done-- when you're just getting turned on. And you're so frustrated when they just roll off of you and go to sleep." "Plus," Candy added. "you're all messy with their goop dripping out of you all night." "And its sticky and wet on your side of the bed and they won't even hug you or say `thanks' afterward..." "Girls," I interrupted, "you just haven't been done by the right man..." "Ha!" Candy scoffed. "I've been done by quite a few, but none who could REALLY do it to me." "I know what you're saying," Peggy chimed in. "I like a guy who can put a BIG hunk of something long and hard into me," Candy said, looking down at her thin midsection and pushing her wide, flat stomach in. "I like to feel it push way up against my cervix and have it rubbing my G-spot when he does me. That really gets me off! And if they don't fuck well, I just get right on top of them and grind my pussy right on that pole 'till I satisfy myself." "They don't care about satisfying us," Peggy complained. "And they want to be sucked off all the time!" "And they spurt that icky stuff in our mouths!" "And they expect us to like it." "The only thing Lonnie does well... the only thing he does that REALLY gets me off, is when he... you know... licks me down there." Candy laughed. "Yeah," she said. "Give me a man who knows how to eat my pussy!" They both giggled now and blushed as they sat close on either side of me and looked at each other with knowing gleams in their eyes. "Lonnie," Peggy said, "likes to lay on his back and have me kneel, with it right over his mouth, and then he licks me while I work it around on his tongue to where it feels good... right on my clitty." "Your clit?" Candy asked. "You like them to lick your clit? I like it when they run their tongue right up my vagina!" She closed her eyes as she thought about it. "That's when I really go off!" "I like their tongue up there too," Peggy stated, "but after they've worked on my clitty for a while... right as I start to orgasm. Lonnie says I really melt into his mouth when I have my climax. He likes to lick it out of me as my 'gina clamps on his tongue. He loves it!" I couldn't believe the way the two of them were talking! It was torment as they leaned across me to make a point, to each other, and I felt their tits press on my arms and smelled the fresh fragrance of both their sexy bodies and the smell of cinnamon and sweet shampoo and the aroma of tuna and the sight of white legs and short skirts. My cock was going as hard as iron! "My ex-boyfriend liked to eat me out a lot," Candy went on. "He told me that my pussy tasted as sweet as honey. I liked the way he licked me but I still like a good, hard fucking every so often! I mean, that's what all that juicy stuff, we make, is for, isn't it? To lube us up for the main event?" "I know what you mean," Peggy said. "Sometimes I get so wet down there when I think about having sex!" "Tell me about it," Candy said sarcastically, "my panties get so gooey with my discharge sometimes...." "Especially before my period!" I jumped up. I couldn't take this anymore. I was breaking into a nervous sweat and my cock hurt because it was so hard in my pants. "Ladies!" I shouted at them. They both looked up at me with bewildered expressions on their pretty faces. "What?" they said in unison. "I better go tend to the girl in 11," I said, trying to catch my breath. "Okay," Peggy said sweetly, batting her red lashes over her green eyes at me, and then she looked back at Candy and said, "Do you ever get those low cramps? Just before your period?" "Oh, do I EVER!" I heard Candy's reply as I dropped my coffee, and what was left of my sandwich, into the trash can and walked quickly out of the cafeteria. As I approached the door to room 11, I slowed my step and tried to hold down my excitement and my lustful urges. I had to get a hold of myself. I had to be under control. Reaching the door, in the quiet corridor, I counted to twenty and then opened it slowly and stepped inside. The day shift had left the light on and I looked over at Tia, laying on her back, just as she had been last night when I first saw her. Walking to the bed, I realized that she looked even more beautiful and innocent than my mind's eye remembered her. "Hi, Tia," I said to her open, unblinking eyes. Of course there was no reply. She was just breathing, in her deep, steady manner. I reached down and grasped her thin wrist. It was warm and delicate in my hand as I looked at my watch and took her pulse. "You're a beautiful girl, do you know that?" The glassy eyes just stared upward in the silent room. As I held her small hand, and looked down at her pretty features, I noticed that, at regular intervals, Tia's eyes did blink. Another rudimentary function, like breathing, necessary to keep the eyes moistened. How many parts of Tia, I wondered, were functioning without her brain's consciously thinking about it? I pulled her pink blanket and sheet down again, exposing her young, girlish curves, as she lay there in the white, cotton gown. I reached behind her and again undid the tie at her warm, soft back and pulled the white gown down over her pale shoulders to her thin midsection, exposing her arms and her upper body. I put my stethoscope to my ears and set the metal disk to her warm chest, half expecting her to flinch from the contact of the cold metal. "I'm sorry if this is cold, Tia," I said, but she made no movement or sound. Her heart beat regularly, in my ears, as it had last night, and again, as I listened, I gazed down at her perfect, naked breasts and watched them seductively rise and fall as she inhaled and exhaled in an automatic rhythm. Her tits looked so pale and so firm and so lovely and her rosey nipples were so alluring and seemed more protruding than when I had seen them last night. The temptation of her soft, girlish flesh was overwhelming me as I stood and trembled and gazed down on her. I placed my hand at her chest and then, without even thinking about what I was doing, I moved it over her soft skin, feeling her rib cage beneath my fingers, and then I placed my trembling hand squarely over the warm, extremely soft flesh of her left breast and gently squeezed it, feeling her supple nipple compress against my palm. When I realized what I was doing, a part of me wanted to pull my hand away from her before she started screaming. But Tia did not move. She did not blink or react or change the cadence of her breathing in any way. This soft, young girl had no idea that I was sexually touching her and so I left my hand where it was. I felt my cock harden as I gently took her rose colored nipple between my thumb and forefinger and carefully rolled and pulled and squeezed it. Oddly, I could feel it grow and harden at my touch. Though Tia showed no signs of life, I was breathing hard and breaking into a sweat now as I fondled the pretty, unconscious teenager and felt the lust, for her young body, building within me. I took my hand from her and, removing my stethoscope, dropped to my knees, beside her bed, and then placed both of my hands firmly over her lovely titties and watched myself rub and squeeze and fondle her. God, her tits were so soft and warm and delicate to handle! What a waste her imminent death was going to be, I told myself. This poor, beautiful, sexy teen. Taken from life before she could experience the pleasures of her shapely body or before a man could take pleasure from her. Releasing it with my right hand, I leaned over and kissed the dainty nipple of Tia's left breast. My cock ached in my pants as I took the warm nipple into my mouth and softly sucked its sweetness, drawing most of her areola between my lips as I did so and smelling the sweet, salty essence of her flesh at my nostrils. The sex urges that charged through me now caused me to tremble all over as I closed my eyes and suckled at her and let my right hand wander over her other firm tit and warm chest and flat stomach and the soft curve of her hip and then back to her fleshy stomach where I let it trail down the smooth skin and past her navel and down until I could just detect the tickle of her fine, black pubic hair on the bulge of her pelvic bone. My face snapped up from her chest and I looked down to where my wrist disappeared into her white gown. I suddenly remembered that I had to check her catheter. I got back to my feet and took hold of the hem of her white gown and pulled it up over her thighs until her pussy came slowly into my view again. It looked even more attractive than it had in my memory. I slowly parted her fleshy thighs again, only more so than I had the last time, so that I could get a wide view of her sex. As the spreading of her leg caused her pussy lips to separate, I distinctly heard them make a moist sound, as they parted, that caused my cock to lurch in my white pants. God, the sight of her naked crotch made me swoon with carnal lust! I leaned down and pushed my face very close to her pussy so that I could both look at where the plastic tube passed between the delicate folds, and sniff the thrilling scent of her most intimate area. The fragrance of young pussy wafted to my nose and I was trembling as I placed my hands on her hairless, puffy lips and widely separated her to inspect the catheter. My loins were on fire as I looked so closely into the entrance of her tight-looking vagina that I could see every moist-looking, tender membrane within it. Maybe, I reasoned, I should check the catheter more closely. Maybe I should make sure that it was properly inserted? I carefully took hold of the plastic tube and pulled on it, gently withdrawing the harder plastic catheter from the tiny opening of her urethra. Now I had an unobstructed view of her pink, open vagina and I gazed closely into its mysterious depths for many long moments. Was she a virgin? I placed my index finger in front of my face for a moment and then I pressed it into the soft, wet passage of Tia's hot, sexual hole. She was tight! I had to pull my finger out and lube it by putting it into my mouth, tasting her pussy's exquisite, tangy flavor as I did so. Then I pressed it more firmly into her warm opening, feeling it slowly penetrate to the first, and then almost to the second knuckle, before I felt the delicate, inner obstruction against my fingertip. She was pristine. No man had ever taken Tia before. I extracted my, girl-moistened, finger and sniffed it, thrilling again to her most intimate scent as I gazed at the twin lips and the moist slot at the juncture of her supple thighs and felt the horny fire building ever hotter inside me. I straightened up and looked over at the door to the room. There was no lock on it but, I knew, I could prop a chair under the door handle to keep anyone from walking in and interrupting me. That could be dangerous, I told myself, because if someone did try the door, and it wouldn't open, they would most certainly wonder what I was doing in here. I was going to be taking an awful chance. But I knew that Peggy and Candy were busy in other parts of the hospice and nobody else was allowed in the building after 9:00. I walked to the chair and picked it up and carried it to the door where I leaned it so that the chair-back wedged up under the door knob. Then I walked back to the bed and unsnapped and removed my confining pants, freeing my erect and throbbing cock. Tia lay exposed on her back with her white gown bunched at her midsection and her arms at her sides and her legs apart. Her dark eyes still staring, unseeing, up at the ceiling. I walked to the foot of the bed and took her soft, warm legs and parted them so widely that her knees were now at the edges of the bed and her shins were hanging off both sides of the mattress. I gently lay myself down, on the foot of her bed, so that my head was at her alluring crotch and I placed my hands at the soft curves of her hips and then leaned forward and pushed my parted lips gently against the open folds of her delicate, young pussy. I shuddered at the thrill of giving her soft lips this genital kiss and I could strongly smell the allure of her sex, in my nostrils, as my nose pressed into her warm slit and pushed against the supple hood of her soft clitoris. I looked up her body, past the furry, black mound in front if my eyes, and over the flat, round plane of her stomach, up to the firm hills of her breasts and to the chin and perky little nose of her unconscious, pretty face. Then I slowly worked my tongue deep into Tia's hot vagina and tasted that tangy essence of her youthful, feminine sex. I began to probe and lick, inside of her slit, from the top, above her clitoris, to the bottom and the opening of her vagina. As I swirled my tongue around in her girlish groove, concentrating more and more on her protruding clitoris, I noticed, to my surprise, that her clit was growing more firm and that the nectar from her hot, little hole was becoming sweeter and more abundant. My God, I wondered, was she becoming aroused? Was that even possible? I raised my head and looked, up the bed, at her face again. She was still reposed and comatose, her dark, glassy eyes open and registering nothing. I brought my face back to her pussy and I continued to lick her and suck her and feast on the flavor of Tia's sex for many long minutes, running my hands up and down her soft flanks now and caressing her warm, creamy thighs and the curves of her hips and her breasts as I ate her out. Her clit became even harder and protruded from its sheath now and she became wetter and more slippery inside as I probed in her entrance and sucked out her sugary, sexual nectar. Then, suddenly, I heard her breathing stop and saw the muscles in her stomach tense as my sensitive tongue felt her vagina pucker around it once, twice, three times, four times... I couldn't believe what I knew was happening. Tia was having an orgasm! What else could it be? Thrilled by this thought, I licked into her harder and faster, as I sensed her cumming and then, when the spasming of her opening stopped, and her juices stopped oozing sweetly into my mouth, I lifted my wet face and looked up her curvaceous, little body to her face again. There was no change. She was still just staring up at the ceiling. Curious, I got up from her bed and checked her more closely, looking for signs that she had felt something. There was a difference in her. Though her eyes still stared vacantly, I could see that her cheeks were now flushed a deep red and that a red, speckled rash had appeared on her chest and breasts. There was little sweat beads visible on her forehead and across the bridge of her nose now too. Tia HAD felt what I had done to her! I know she did. She DID have an orgasm. It must be another rudimentary response, not needing the conscious brain to happen, I reasoned. Like if you push the button, the doorbell rings, whether somebody's home or not. I was turned on beyond endurance now and I reached down and took a hold of my naked, throbbing cock and began to jack on it as I looked down and watched her tits rise and fall with her breathing motion. I felt her soft breasts again, as I jacked my burning rod, and then I reached down and grasped her crotch, pushing a probing finger up into her slippery, tight pussy. I could feel the hard mound of her little pelvic bone and her soft pubic hair on my palm as my finger luxuriated in the heat and the wet textures of her insides, causing me to pump even more urgently on my cock. In only a few moments I could feel my nuts and my ass cheeks tighten as I was ready to have a massive, orgastic release. I stepped to the side of Tia's head and turned her pretty face to me, caressing her soft black hair as I jerked at my cock and looked down at her innocent, unblinking eyes and felt the electric charges that conveyed that I was about to go over the edge of sexual bliss. At that second, I used my thumb to pull Tia's chin down and open her jaw and I leaned forward and aimed my erupting cockhead, looking down and watching closely, as I began to shoot thick, wet ropes, of white sperm, directly into her pretty, open mouth. The first shot hit her lower lip and the row of perfect, white teeth behind, and then it ricocheted to the roof of her mouth and dripped downward but, as my aim improved, I put the second shot, and the rest of my thick load, directly onto her small, pink tongue. When I was totally spent, and panting loudly, I cradled her beautiful face, with both of my hands, and looked into her sweet, open mouth, seeing that some of my large deposit of pearl-colored cum was clinging to her tongue but most of it had pooled at the back of her throat. Remembering what Candy had said earlier, I gently caressed her soft, hot, crimson-blushed cheek, with my fingertips, and then I watched her and listened as she closed her pretty mouth and swallowed it all. Three After I had finished with Tia, I reinserted her catheter, dressed her and covered her back up, kissing her forehead before I turned off the light and closed the door. I couldn't get the sights and smells and feelings, of that sex session, out of my mind as I finished the workday and went home. Tia was on my mind as I went to bed and when I awoke later that day. I couldn't believe that I had done what I had done with a patient. A young, sweet, innocent, incapacitated patient at that. And yet, the more I thought of her, the more I couldn't wait to get back into that room and to be with my soft, little, teenage love doll again. As the workday began, I made my rounds of the wards and tried to keep my mind off of sex. It didn't work. I had to help Peggy sponge bathe and prep a patient that had been admitted late, and the sight of her, as I watched her lean over the old man's bed in that sexy uniform, had me horny as a three peckered toad by lunchtime. Peggy was such a sexy sight. The way her ass fanned out that short, white skirt and how it crept up the back of her thighs when she bent way over. Or when she got down on her haunches, to work the handle that rolled up his bed, and I could see her sexy, askew, white-nylon clad legs, up her skirt, and (at the same time) I could see down the neck opening of her dress and the freckle specked cleavage of her breasts in her lacy, white bra. After we had finished, Peggy wanted me to walk with her to the cafeteria but I was so jittery from sexual lust, and the need for satisfaction, that I told her I was behind in my work and that I would have to skip lunch. I went directly to Tia's private room and propped the visitors' chair under the knob as soon as I had the lights on. Tia was, as always, reposed in a vacant trance on her bed. "How are you tonight, sweetheart?" I softly whispered as I went to her side and took her warm, little hand into mine. Tia's empty expression didn't alter, as I gazed down at her pretty face, but I kept talking to her anyway. "Did you like our wonderful session last night?" I asked. "Did it feel good to you, sexy baby? I have more for you tonight, my little love doll." Not waiting for her reply, I pulled the blanket and sheet off of her and tossed them on the floor. Tia's sexy, little, teenage body was there for me. Warm and curvy and soft looking. My cock sprung to life as I put my hand on her baby-smooth thigh and ran it up her gown to the downy fur at the bump of her soft pussy. As I felt her, I looked at her sweet face at those glassy, dark blue, unseeing eyes. My probing finger worked into the groove of her pussy and I began to massage the moist hood of her clit, reaching down and rubbing the growing bulge of my cock through the material of my pants. As I felt the little nodule of flesh become hard, under my fingertip, I worked my finger down lower and until it came into contact with the plastic catheter. I withdrew my hand from her and sniffed the spice of her pussy from my finger. The aroma filled my nostrils and charged my body with intense, carnal lust. I removed my white top and sat down, at Tia's side, on the edge of her bed and looked down at her pretty face, framed in her shiny, black hair. "Pretty Tia," I said to her as I rubbed her shoulders. "I want you so badly." Grasping her soft arms, I pulled her up to a sitting position and held her to me. Her head rested on my shoulder as I hugged her and kissed her warm neck. Her hair smelled fresh and sweet. They must have washed it for her today. I reached to her back and untied her cotton gown and then I worked it over her shoulders and let it fall around her lower body. Now I wrapped my arms around the warm flesh of her small body and, feeling her tits press against my naked chest, pushed my face to her hot, red cheek and kissed her ear. If only she could respond to me, I thought, as I maneuvered her to the side so that I could cradle her naked, upper body and look into the blank expression on her lovely face. Those dark, blue eyes seemed to stare into mine and those full, red lips were slightly parted so that I could see the tip of her pink tongue between her white teeth. I pressed my lips to hers, feeling their tender warmth on mine and the sweet aroma of her breath as it puffed from her nose. Spurred by the feelings, I pushed my tongue between her lips and, as I did, I suddenly felt her tongue against mine and her mouth close around my tongue and begin to gently suck it. My cock hardened fully as I strengthened my kiss in response to her but, as I kissed her and looked into her vacant eyes, I realized that it was just an automatic response. Her body was only assuming my tongue was a straw. It didn't matter. I pulled back for a moment and used my thumb and forefinger to gently close her eyes and then I pushed my mouth to her tender lips again and kissed her with all the fury of my rising, sexual passion, holding her with one arm while my hand squeezed her firm, left breast. As I felt her nipple harden, I broke our kiss and then lay her gently back on the bed. Her eyes remained closed as I worked her hospital gown down over her rounded hips and then her shapely legs. I had to pull the catheter from her, tossing it, and the white gown, to the floor. My darling, little Tia was now naked before me. Burning with sexual hunger for her, I removed my pants and then, as last night, reached down and spread her legs widely on the bed. I noticed that the delicate, inner pedals of her pussy, surrounding her open vagina, glistened with dewy moisture from my earlier manipulation. I leaned over and pushed my face sideways to her crotch, sticking my tongue into her tangy slot and broadly licking between those folds and into her entrance. Tia was wet. I stood up, licking her sweet discharge from my lips as I crawled onto the bed and got to my knees between her open thighs, looking down at the display of Tia's alluring pussy with its tuft of black hair adorning the little pubic mound. Supporting myself on one arm, I held my cock and lowered myself over her curvy body, aiming the head of my dick toward the glistening, pink slit between the hairless lips at her exposed crotch. The first contact of her warm pussy sent a thrill through my spine and I pushed carefully forward, rubbing my sensitive cock- tip slowly up and down, in her moist gash, and feeling her slickened lips wetly and warmly spread around my cockhead. I shuddered and gasped in ecstacy, as my cock found the small intention to her hot hole, and then I pushed my hips forward causing my rigid shaft to almost bend as her tight, little opening resisted the invasion of the engorged head. I pressed harder and felt the, sensation charged, hood of my member pushing firmly to her tight opening and then slipping inward slightly. I gasped again from the thrill of entering the hot grasp of her forbidden opening. Tia's little pussy was so tight that I almost expected her to scream from the pain of my entry. But, as I looked up at her angelic face, I could see nothing revealed in her blank expression. Still holding myself over her soft body, I pulled my cock back a little and, grasping it firmly in my hand, worked it around in her hot pussy to lubricate it with her sexual fluids. I pressed inward again, squeezing my cock with my hand to keep it from bowing. It was slow going but I could feel myself slowly sink into her vagina until I came to the restriction that was the membrane of her virginity. Whimpering now from intense lust, I looked up at her sweet, expressionless face and saw that her dark eyes were open again and blindly staring upward. I slowly looked down her body, past her firm tits and their erect nipples, past her thin waist and past the rounded, feminine contours of her girlish hips, to the black patch at her lower belly where I could see my huge cock pressed in between the stretched, hairless pussy lips at the juncture of her pale, parted thighs. Overcome by the sights and sensations, I closed my eyes and forcefully thrust my cock forward, sensing a slight snap, inside of her, as Tia's cherry tore and give way to me and my cock began to grudgingly submerge into the restrictive passage of her hot body. Getting down on my elbows above her, and feeling her warm, soft belly against mine, I looked down into her sweet, unknowing face and felt my cock throb, buried half-way in the hot tightness of her firmly clasping pussy. I used my thumbs to gently close her staring eyes and then I forced my rigid member into her again, watching her shoulders rise toward the pillow as tried to penetrate her. Then I pulled back a little and pushed inward again, gaining another thrilling inch of her restrictive passage. And then I pulled back and pushed forward harder until my pubic bone made contact with the small bump of her pussy mound and I could feel my cockhead mesh against the firm, slick opening of her cervix, deep in the tightness of Tia's small belly. In the bliss of being joined to her in full sexual union, I held Tia's tender shoulders and lowered my chest until I felt the contact of her firm, young tits. Then I gently pressed my lips to hers and, as she grasped my probing tongue with her soft, warm mouth, I began to slowly grind my lower body and to gently fuck her. God, it felt so wonderful! The sensations of slick, inner tightness, gripping my cock, and the curvy, soft, warm body under me, were just too overwhelming. After only six or seven good strokes, my whole body shuddered and, losing all control, I went over the edge and began to cum, pressing myself in deeply and spewing my seed into her womb in long, forceful, thrilling jets, as I sucked her hot tongue right into my mouth and grunted loudly in her face. Exhausted and drained from the fury of my orgasm, I pulled my lips from hers and pressed by face to the soft, black hair at the side of her head, hugging the young body, that I had just satisfied myself with, to me. As the lust cleared from my brain, I suddenly started to think about what I had just done to Tia and the severe consequences if I were to be discovered. I lifted my upper body from her and looked down at her sweet face. It looked as though she were just sleeping. Her eyes were closed and stray strands of black hair were clinging to her red cheeks. I used my arms to lift myself from her, surprised when I discovered that my cock was still hard as it was tightly gripped by the slick, warm walls of her little vagina. I pulled my hips back, luxuriating in the suction created by my prolonged withdrawal from her pussy as it grudgingly, and slowly, released my cock. There was an audible suction sound as the tip of my cock pulled from her reddened hole and I watched as a stream of cream-colored cum, tinged with blood, oozed from her vagina and dripped down the crack of her firm ass to the sheet. Shit, I thought, how was I going to clean this up? The day nurses would certainly check Tia's catheter and see the sperm on her. Some might still be dripping out of her by then. I must have pumped a quart into her! Kneeling between her parted thighs, I looked around the room for something to wipe her with. I jumped from the bed and went into the small, adjoining bathroom where I wet a wash-rag and brought it to her, wiping her pussy and the crack of her ass and the sheet free of any evidence. But, as I finished, more sperm appeared between the thin, inner lips adorning her fuck hole and I dabbed at it as it began to drip out. Jeez, I thought, how much of my cum was still in her? How was I to get it all out? I had to douche her, I decided. But how? Peggy administered the douches to the women patients and she kept the equipment in a cabinet at her work station. She would be there right now getting ready for shift change. I looked down at my hard cock and an idea came to me. I walked to the other side of Tia's bed and picked up the plastic bed pan. Then I set it on the floor, next to the bed and, grasping Tia by her soft, rubbery arms, I pulled her to a sitting position. Then I maneuvered her legs around to the edge of the bed and, holding her around her thin waist, I pulled her to me so that she was sitting at the edge of the mattress with her long, girlish legs dangling toward the floor. Her head bobbed against my shoulder as I spread her thighs apart and sank down, holding her upper body with one arm and maneuvering my cock to her pussy with the other. The hospital beds were high enough so that I could align my cock with her pussy without having to kneel. When I felt her gooey opening, I firmly pushed and felt my cock slowly sink deep back inside of her. Now, holding her naked body against mine with both arms, I began to fuck her again, pushing myself way up into her insides. I realized that her pussy felt even tighter to me, as it was compressed in this sitting position, and the angle of my penetration caused the sensitive trigger of my cock to be firmly stimulated. I was again tingling with carnal urges, as I quickened my pace and listened to my hips slap against her spread thighs. I suddenly realized that I would be able to get another nut off. What the hell, I thought, and I began to fuck her faster until I went over the edge and, clutching her young, warm, sexy body to me, I discharged another load of my cum into her. Then, as my lust subsided but my cock remained stiff in her hot pussy, I concentrated and strained and relaxed my bladder and then, after a few moments, I felt my tightly gripped cock begin to pee. I held Tia's warm body tightly, lodging myself up firmly between her creamy thighs and smelling the sweetness of her hair, at my face, as I pissed and pissed a strong, steady steam of hot urine, deep up into her diminutive body, for what seemed like a full minute. After I had fully relieved myself inside her pussy, I grasped her supple round butt, with both hands, and pulled her ass over the edge of the bed. Then, as I held her in place, I extracted my hot cock from her body and looked between her legs as my amber urine (mixed with white clots of sperm) erupted from her vagina and gushed down into the bedpan on the floor. As I watched the piss flow from her hole, it seemed like she herself was peeing but it didn't have the force of her bladder behind it as it silently rushed from between the thin lips, at her open hole, in a wide, yellow stream. When the last drops of my piss had dripped out of her, I lay her back on the bed and emptied the bed pan into the toilet. Then I dressed her, reinserted her catheter, tucked her in, and kissed her forehead goodnight. Four All that next day, I was scared stiff that it would be discovered that I had fucked the little girl in room 11. Every time the phone rang, I thought it would be the hospice calling to fire me for what the nurses had discovered when examining Tia. By late afternoon, however, I realized that I was being stupid and that I had covered my tracks pretty well. What reason would they have to examine her anyway? As the day progressed, I began to think about that tight, tender little pussy and that firm, curvy young body of Tia's and how great it had felt when I sank my cock into her and fucked her. By dinner time, I had a powerful hard-on. As I rubbed my cock, to try and soothe it, I tried to remember exactly what that sweet pussy felt like as I screwed it. I realized that the human body retains no memory of the feelings of pleasure or pain. You can recall you had a tooth ache once, but you can't recall exactly how it hurt. The same is true for sex. I remembered Tia's pussy was tight and warm and slippery, and that her belly felt soft against mine and her little, furry pussy mound pressed firmly on the base of my cock as I rode between her silky thighs and felt her softness under me, but the only way to really have those exact feelings once more was to actually fuck her again. And why not? I reasoned. She was there, all night long for me. Sexy and inviting and always willing to have sex. I mean, she hadn't complained yet, had she? What was the harm? She was a vegetable. I could fuck her without the worry of her telling anyone. I could safely cum in her because, even if I happened to impregnate her, she only had a week or so to live. Who would ever find out? "Love Doll" I had called her last night. And, thinking about it now, that's just what she was. Only FAR better. She wasn't plastic and you didn't have to blow her up and (though I'd never owned one) she didn't feel like fucking a cold, human-shaped, plastic bag. She was warm and soft and had all of the curves and warmth and softness and smells and tastes of a real, live girl. But, like a rubber fuck doll, she was always ready for crude sex, whenever I was, and she didn't complain that I hurt her with my cock or that what I wanted was dirty or she had a headache. She didn't even get mad when I came in her mouth! I became so horny, thinking about it all, that I went to work an hour early and, as soon as I got there, I went directly to Tia's room. My cock was hard and ached with longing as I checked the empty hall and then opened Tia's door. But, as I turned to her bed, I found that she wasn't alone. There was a tall, dark haired boy in the room, sitting by her bed and holding her hand with his head bent low. He turned his head slowly to me, as I entered the room, and looked at me with sad, moist, dark blue eyes. "Excuse me," I said. "I didn't know anyone was in here with her." "Are visiting hours over?" he asked. I looked at my watch. "No. There's fifteen more minutes. It's quarter to nine." "Thank you," he said, in a quiet voice. My curiosity was getting the best of me as I asked, "Do you know her?" He nodded, still holding her hand. "She's my little sister." I heard him sniff as he continued. "I was the one who was driving the car when it swerved off the road and hit that tree." "Oh," I said. "I'm sorry." "I'M the one who's sorry. I got a broken wrist out of it and my friend Doug fractured his leg. But my sister...." He was quiet for a moment. "She's been like this for two whole years!" I felt odd, standing there in the doorway now. "I know, kid," I said. "That's too bad." "Too bad?" he mocked. "It sucks, mister. You didn't know her. Tia was always happy and laughing and cheerful. She was always friendly and smiling and outgoing and eager to please people. Everyone loved her. She wanted to be a dancer. Going to New York was her dream. She was good too. She'd gone to dance school since she was seven. She was a cheerleader, at our school, and an A student. Made the national honor roll twice. Now it's all gone. I fucked it all up for her..." As I looked at his back, I could tell that he was crying. I started to back out the door but he seemed to compose himself and went on. "I had just gotten my drivers licence and me and Doug and Tia were going to an Aerosmith concert. That was her favorite band. I got the tickets as a surprise for her and Dad let me use the car. It was my first time driving without Dad and I was doing alright until I drove onto the shoulder of the road and lost control. "Me and Doug weren't even admitted to the hospital, that night, but poor Tia never woke up. The doctors told my mom and dad that she'll never come out of this. That she's a vegetable and that her brain waves are dead. They tried everything, they said. They say that no kind of stimulation gets through to her conscious mind. Then, when the insurance money started to run out, they convinced my parents to unplug her from the respirator and let her go. I begged them not to do it but they did it anyway. And now they've sent her here to die. "God, mister," he sniffed. "I wish it was me in that bed instead of her. I wish I could die in her place." I walked to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "Don't talk like that, kid. From what you told me, I bet Tia would want you to be happy and not to blame yourself for what happened. An accident is just that-- an accident. It could have happened to anyone." "Yeah, sure," he said sarcastically. "I just wish they hadn't given up. I KNOW something will get through to her. I KNOW it! I've visited her every week, without fail, since the accident happened. I sit with her and hold her hand and I talk to her and watch her eyes for a sign that she hears me and she knows I'm here and that I'm getting through to her." He was quiet again. "I haven't seen anything yet. Now they say she'll be gone in a week or so. This may be my last chance to ever see her alive." "Don't say that, kid." I found myself saying. "You never know. There's always hope." "Ha!" he laughed. "Sure! Not in this place, mister. I know what this place is. They won't help her here at all. They won't try any techniques to stimulate her brain. They won't give her any medicines. They aren't going to do anything for her but call my folks when she's gone." He put his hand to his face and began to shake with grief again. I squeezed his shoulder and turned to leave. I didn't want to see this anymore. "Wait," he shouted wetly as I opened the door. I turned to him. "What's your name, mister?" "Bob," I told him. "Bob Muncie." "Bob," he said, with tears streaking down his cheeks, "will you keep me posted on how she's doing? The doctors and my parents... they won't tell me anything." "Sure, kid." "The number is on her chart," he said as he wiped his face with his sleeve. "My name's Tim." "Alright, Tim," I told him. "I will." He gave me a forced, half-smile and then turned back to his sister on the bed. I left the room, closing the door behind me. Peggy came in precisely at 10:00. She had a long haired, freaky looking guy with her and she sat him down at the nurses' station as she went to punch in. "Who's that?" I asked her. She looked back at him and then at me and said, "That's Lonnie. He needs to use my car tonight so he drove me to work." As I looked at his unshaven face and dirty brown hair and his ear ring and dingy t-shirt and grungy blue jeans, I wondered, for the millionth time, why the assholes of the world always get the sweetest, most beautiful women. "Nice looking guy," I said. "Yeah," Peggy smiled. "He says he wants to keep me company for a while and then he's going to run some errands with my car. He's so sweet." "Errands? At ten o'clock at night?" "Yeah," her curly, long red hair jangled as she nodded. "But Peg, you know the rules: Nobody but authorized staff is to be in the building after nine o'clock." "Come on, Bob," she said, looking up at me with those big green eyes, "nobody has to know he was here." "But rules are rules..." Peggy placed a pretty pout on her freckled face and began to play with the top button of my hospital shirt as she leaned her curvy body against me and cooed into my face, "You won't tell on me, will you Bobby?" I could feel her firm breast pressing on my arm and almost detect the bulge of her crotch, in the soft material of her short, white skirt, against my thigh, as I swooned and felt my cock hardening and said, "No, I won't say anything." Peggy's pretty face brightened and she said, "Thanks, Bob," and turned back to the keyboard to finish clocking in. As I punched in, Candy arrived at the nurses' station, unwrapping a fresh pack of cinnamon gum. "Hi kids," she said and, noticing Peggy's boyfriend, added, "Who's this?" Lonnie jumped from his chair and I saw his eyes flashing up and down Candy's perfect body as he said, "I'm Lonnie Bradley. And who, doll face, are you?" Candy giggled and looked over at Peggy. "This is Lonnie?" Peggy nodded. "Ain't he a hunk?" Lonnie thrust his chest out and smiled. I thought he was going to actually flex his biceps for her. "This is my friend Candy," Peggy said and, pointing to me, "and that's Bob." "Wow!" Lonnie exclaimed, not taking his eyes off Candy. And he whistled and said, "She's as foxy as you are, Peggy. Damn! Why didn't you TELL me she was this gorgeous?" "I told you that she was pretty." Peggy said. "And blonde." "Yeah. I guess you did. I never listen to what you're saying anyway." Peggy put her hands on the curves of her round hips and tilted her head as she said, "Lonnie, why do you say things like that to me?" Lonnie looked at her for a moment and then back at Candy and smiled and said, "Because it's true." Then he took Candy's hands in his and said, "So, what are you doing tonight, angel eyes?" Candy glanced at the exasperated expression on Peggy's face and then back at Lonnie and said, good naturedly, "I'm working." Then she pulled her hands from his and walked behind the counter of the nurses' station, adding, "I've got patients, in C-ward, to medicate before lunch, Peggy. Could you check the patients in B?" "Sure," Peggy replied as Candy stooped to unlock the refrigerated drug cabinet, "but I'm going to visit with Lonnie, for a bit, before I do." Candy jumped up. "Visit with Lonnie?" "Yeah," Peggy replied, putting her hands in her skirt pockets. Candy, chewing loudly on her gum, looked up and blew a strand of blonde hair, that had fallen from under her nurses' cap, up out of her eyes and said, "Peggy, you KNOW we can't have visitors here while we work." Peggy began to twist her upper body to the left and to the right, like a pouting little girl, as she said, "He'll be no trouble, Candy." Candy shook her head in exasperation and squatted back down behind the counter. I could hear her keys jangle as she said, "Damn!" and I walked over to see what was wrong. Candy, on her haunches in her short, white dress, was a sight that would give a dead man a hard on. "What's the problem?" I asked, looking down on her and almost gasping at the sight of her shapely white thighs, framed my the hem of her skirt and the white lace of her slip. "These keys," she said, holding the cluttered ring in front of her pretty face, "there's so many of them and they all look alike." "You should mark them," I offered. "I tried that," she said as she selected one and tried it in the lock. "The writing just wears off of them." The key worked and Candy had to brace herself as she turned the latch and pulled the heavy metal door open. As her knees parted, I could, for one breathtaking moment, see up her skirt to the frilly, white strip of panty at the juncture of her creamy-looking thighs. My cock was snaking to life again and pounding now. I had to thrust my hand into my pocket, and turn away, to keep it from being obvious. Candy wasn't looking though. She was just going about her business, checking her clip board and selecting the correct little bottles of medicines, that she would need, from the refrigerated cabinet. I walked quickly away from the nurses' station and through the double-doors to the quiet corridor that led to the private rooms. Alone now, I rubbed my throbbing cock, through the front of my pants, to try and settle it down. It wanted sex. Looking down the corridor, through the window to the front desk, I saw that Mrs. Rooney, the night receptionist, had left for the evening. That would mean that the afternoon shift had gone home. I knew that Peggy and Candy were occupied so I carefully walked down to room 11 and went in, snapping on the light after I had carefully closed the door. Tia was, as she always was, laying on her back and covered to her neck with her pink blanket. As I approached the bed, I saw that her dark blue eyes were open with the usual blank, unseeing stare. Standing beside her now, I pulled her blanket off and looked down at her curvy, teenage body, clad in the white hospital gown, for quite a few moments. As I did so, I started to rub my stiffened cock. Tia's lips were parted and I could see some of her white teeth and the pink of her little tongue between them. Her red lips looked warm and soft and full and desirable. I leaned to her face and closed my eyes and pressed my parted lips to hers. There was no reaction from her, of course, until I pushed my tongue between her smooth teeth and touched hers with it. Instantly, Tia's lips grasped my tongue and I felt her tongue press against mine and the sensation of suction, as if my tongue were a nipple and Tia was a hungry baby. Rubbing my cock with my hand, a lewd vision suddenly crossed my mind and I pulled my mouth from hers and looked down at the bulge in my pants. I quickly grabbed the visitors' chair and jammed it under the doorknob and then unsnapped and removed my pants. Then I walked back to the side of Tia's bed and, turning her pretty, wide-eyed face to me, I leaned forward and pressed the head of my cock to her soft lips. Tia didn't do anything, as I rubbed the head against the tender, red, textured pads of her mouth but, as I grasped the back of her neck and pulled her to me, I felt my cock push in between her lips and touch her teeth. I reached down, with my other hand, and opened her jaw, pressing slowly inward until I felt the distinct thrill of her lips as they tightened around my shaft, and the heat and moisture of her mouth and then the delightful sensation as she started to softly suck on me. "Ohhhh," I moaned as my body shuddered with pleasure and I looked down to where my shaft penetrated her adorable face. Her lips gripped me tightly and I could hear a quiet sucking sound and see her reddened cheeks as they imploded and I felt the pangs and charges as she suckled at me like a hungry baby waiting for a gusher of warm milk. Looking down the bed, at her shapely young body, and her supple thighs as they appeared from the hem of her rumpled gown, another lewd idea came to me. Something I could do that would enhance my enjoyment of this greatly. I reluctantly extracted my hard cock from Tia's warm mouth and stepped back. Then I pulled the bottom of her hospital gown up until I had exposed all of her shapely legs and her alluring pussy to me and then I rolled the unconscious girl onto her side so that she was turned word me. Now I pushed her over toward the far side of her bed and, propping her head up on her pillow, I got into the bed with her so that my face was level with her crotch and my hard cock and hairy balls were next to her pillow and her pretty face. I maneuvered her right leg up and her left leg forward, so that I could use her cocked thigh as a soft pillow, and then, with the notch of her fragrant pussy right at my face, I pulled out her urine catheter, pushed my head between her thighs and began to lick into the delicious slot of her warm pussy. I could feel the delicate tickle of her pubic hair on my chin as I gleefully licked out the tart, thick deposit from around the tender sheath of her clitoris. After a few moments, I reached down and draped her right arm over my hip and, reaching between us, took hold of my cock and maneuvered until I felt it press between her supple warm lips. Then I put my hand to the soft hair, at the back of her head, and coaxed her head to me until I felt my cockhead pass between her smooth teeth and into the hot cave of her mouth. As I continued to lick her pussy, I could feel Tia's lips enwrap the head of by burning rod and, as I ran my eager tongue over the thin, tasty folds that clung together and covered her sex hole, she again began to suck me. I had a thrilling, close-up view of the shapely, twin cushions of her ass as I licked her pussy and smelled its exciting, girlish fragrance at my nose. All the while, I could feel the exquisite suction of her delicate mouth on my cock. I became so excited, in this 69 position with her, that I didn't think I could hold off on my orgasm for very long. As I wrapped my arm around Tia's soft, round hip and (placing my hand between her ass cheeks) pulled her pussy lips apart, I could now see the pink, rosette of her cute, puckered little ass hole in front of my eyes. I deftly separated her tender, inner lips with my tongue and licked further into her exposed, tight vaginal opening. Tia was becoming very wet, as I licked her, causing her pussy's flavor to change from tart to sweet. Spurred by her arousal, I began to slowly move my hips, as I lay on my side, fucking my cock into Tia's sucking mouth. It was ecstasy as I felt my orgasm near and quickened the pace of my licking. Then something totally unexpected happened. Tia, on her side, suddenly stopped breathing and I could feel the muscles of her soft ass go tense and her thighs tighten around my face. At the same time, I felt her pussy push at my mouth and her vagina began to tighten and pucker around my probing tongue and the suction on my cock became quite hard and intense. As I held my hips still, and licked out the sweet flowing cum from her pussy, I could feel the warm air, from her nostrils, on my balls as Tia seemed to be panting and sucking my cock more urgently. I thought I could hear a moaning sound come from her, and detect the vibration of it with my sensitive dick. But, with her soft, fleshy thighs pressed hard against my ears, I couldn't be sure if I had heard it or just imagined it. As her orgasm released her and Tia's little body relaxed, I pulled my head from between her warm thighs and quickly jumped up to check her. I rolled her onto her back and gazed into her face. I could see that her blank, comatose expression had not changed. Her open eyes still were glassed over and staring blindly. But, as pulled her white gown up to her neck and looked up and down her pale, naked body, I could see that Tia was breathless and panting and gave all the appearance of coming down from an intense, satisfying orgasm. The rash had reappeared over her colorless chest, which was heaving up and down with her rapid breathing, and her rosey nipples looked hard and prominent. As I looked up to her face, I saw that her cheeks were burning red again and the glow of sweat coated her forehead. I grabbed the small wrist of her limp arm and felt the pulse with my fingers. Her heart-rate was elevated and steady. Kneeling next to her on the bed, I was thinking about the astonishing effects of sexual climax on a patient in coma and wishing I had a way to document, what I was seeing, for the doctors. I laughed, to myself at that idiotic idea. This was, after all, an unauthorized and highly irregular treatment for Tia's condition. Looking down, above Tia's creamy thighs, at the cleft of her pussy, below the shiny black hair of her enticing, raised pubic bone, and feeling the pangs from my unsatisfied (and still ravingly hard) penis, I decided that it was time for another "treatment" and I leaned to spread her shapely legs and then scampered on top of her. Guiding my cock to her pussy and then rubbing the head in her warm, juicy gash, I almost lost control and came right then. I held myself still for a few moments, supporting my body over her with the elbow of my left arm. Then, as my excitement settled and I regained control, I guided my cock to the pocket of her wet opening and I firmly pushed myself inward and felt the heat within her body as my cock slowly penetrated her tight, slick passage. Then, when I was fully inside Tia, I lay myself on top of her warm, soft body and hugged her to me. So, you were a cheerleader? I thought. And an all-A student who liked Aerosmith? I remembered my days in high school and how pretty, sexy, agile girls, like Tia, never gave me the time of day. I chuckled to myself. Now my eight inches of thick, pulsing cock was plugged right into a pretty, teenage cheerleader to its very root! I could feel her soft, flat stomach rise and fall, as she breathed beneath me, and the erotic pressure of my pubic bone against hers and the thrilling heat and tightness of her inner belly as I pressed my loins between her legs, pushed even deeper up her sexual entrance. I reached to her pretty face and closed her dark blue eyes with my thumbs and then tilted her head into position on the pillow below my face. Then I closed my own eyes, pressed my lips to hers, pushed my tongue into her sugary mouth and began to forcefully fuck her. I could actually feel my pistoning rod releasing pre-cum as Tia began to suck my mouth and I raised my chest from her and gripped her sides, where her waspish waist fanned out to her girlish hips, and readied myself to slip over the edge and have a massive orgasm in her. Just as I could feel my balls click into cum mode and felt her slim body stiffen and her vagina tighten its grip on my thrusting, invading member, I heard the doors to the corridor bang open and the sound of someone walking down the hall. Five Panicking, I quickly jumped from the bed and hastily snatched up the pink blanket and covered Tia with it. As the sound, in the hall, drew closer, I pulled on my white pants and stepped into my shoes. God, I thought, were they coming in here? Would I be found out when they checked her? I wondered if I'd be able to stop them from coming in, as I ran silently to the door and carefully removed the chair from under the knob. I was going to rush out, as if I had just finished attending to her (which I had) and explain, to them, that there was no need for anyone to go in there. My stomach knotted as the sound of footsteps reached the front of the door and I quickly pulled the door open and stepped out. I was face to face with the tall, unkempt figure of Lonnie who, seeing me, shrieked in surprise and stumbled back, dropping the white, hospital laundry bag that he was carrying. I looked down at the bag and up at Lonnie's shocked expression and suddenly he ran down the corridor and out the double doors. As I scratched my head and stooped for the bag, I could see him, through the window, running across the parking lot and into the night. Curious and bewildered, I opened the cotton bag and found it half full of the little bottles from the locked medicine cabinet at the nurses' station. I had caught the little fucker stealing (what must have been) the entire contents of the cabinet! But how had he gotten in to it? It was kept locked at all times. That was a strict rule governing controlled substances. Only Candy had the key. Now I saw Peggy, through the window, at the nurses' station. She was looking at a piece of paper and now looking around the area and holding her small hand at her mouth in distress. Now very curious, I opened the door to Tia's room and set the laundry bag, full of drugs, on the floor behind the chair. I then turned out the light and walked out and down the corridor, through the double doors, to the counter where Peggy was still standing and clutching the paper in her slender hand. "What's up?" I asked. "Where's Lonnie?" Peggy, her green eyes looking wide and moist and a pained expression on her pretty face, opened her mouth to speak but, at that moment, Candy burst through the door to the wardroom, her face looked pale and worried as she pulled her little medicine cart behind her and hurried to the counter of the nurses station. "Candy, what's the matter?" I said as I saw her looking around the counter top, frantically shuffling the papers and charts aside. "My keys," she said excitedly. "I don't have them! I must have left them..." She stopped talking as her eyes fell on her key ring dangling from the lock of the medicine cabinet. She put her hand to her chest and smiled, sighing deeply as she stooped to retrieve them and said, "Here they are! Whew! Is THAT a relief!" Through all of this, Peggy just stood there, gazing slack-jawed at the paper in her hand. Noticing her for the first time, Candy said, "Peggy, what's the matter with you? What's that you're holding?" Peggy looked up at Candy and, her voice trembling at the edge of tears, said, "It's a note... from Lonnie." "A note?" Candy asked. "Where is he?" Peggy seemed unable to talk as her eyes darted back and forth between Candy, holding the ring of keys in her hand, and down at the medicine cabinet. I walked to her and tugged the note from her fingers. I scanned it quickly and then read it to Candy: Peggy, By the time you see this, I'll be outta here. Made a HUGE score tonight and I'm leaving town and won't be back. Thanks, doll! Lonnie "He's gone," Peggy said dejectedly. Candy, the look of fear suddenly returning to her face, looked down and then dropped to her haunches in front of the cabinet and quickly turned the lock and opened it. Her jaw fell open, and her brown eyes widened in shock, as the empty medicine cabinet yawned back at her. "Oh, my God!" she blurted. "What is it?" I said, as I walked to her side. "He cleaned us out," she replied breathlessly, still looking at the empty shelves in front of her. Peggy shook her head, as if she hadn't heard correctly. "What?" "Your boyfriend," Candy stated, standing up now and facing the other nurse, "he stole all the narcotics, Peggy!" "What?" "You heard me. I thought he was with YOU. That you were watching him." "You told me to check the ward! I was only gone five minutes." "Apparently," I said, "that was all the time he needed." "Damn!" Candy slammed the rubber sole of her white shoe on the floor and then pointed at Peggy. "This is all your fault! I TOLD you that you couldn't have people in here!" Peggy, who had been near tears all along, suddenly started to cry, lowering her freckled face to her hands. "Don't do that," Candy shouted now. "That won't help." Peggy looked up. "But..." "God, Peggy," Candy admonished her, "don't you realize that they'll FIRE you for this!" Peggy's wet eyes got wider, at Candy's words, and she dropped her hands to her sides and seemed to swallow down her grief as she said, "Fire ME? But Candy, it's YOUR responsibility to keep the drug cabinet locked! YOU'RE the one who left your keys out for him!" "I'm afraid she's right," I said to Candy, who's own eyes got wider now as she put her hand over her mouth. "Oh, God!" she said, in a soft, frightened voice, next to me. Watching Candy closely, I said, "I'm afraid you're BOTH in a lot of trouble!" and Candy whimpered loudly. "Maybe," Peggy offered, "they'll just suspend us." I looked over to her now. "For drugs? These are controlled substances, your boyfriend took! Narcotics! To tell you the truth girls, you'll be LUCKY if they just FIRE you!" "What do you mean?" Peggy asked, her face going pale and exaggerating her freckles. "You could both go to jail!" "Jail?" "At the very least," I added, watching the both of them closely now, "you can kiss, not only this job, but your whole nursing careers goodbye." "Oh, God," Candy said. Her hushed voice trembling now as her eyes went even wider, as if she were seeing some awful vision of her immediate future. Candy suddenly removed her hand from her mouth and turned to me, clutching my arm. "Oh, Bob," she gasped up at me, "I CAN'T lose my job!" I put my hand over hers, on my arm, and shrugged at her in helpless sympathy. Candy's blonde head fell forward and she pushed her pretty face to my shoulder and clutched my arm with both her small hands as she began to tremble and quietly cry. Peggy, who had been watching and listening, came running to us and grabbed my other arm, her emerald eyes pleading at me as she said, "Oh, Bobby! Help us! Isn't there something you can do?" And she hugged my other arm to her, pressing my elbow between her breasts as she, too, rested her red head on my shoulder. I broke into a grin, knowing that neither girl could see me, and basked in the loving closeness of my two, enticing colleagues for a few moments. My brain was reeling with possibilities. "I wish I COULD help," I said, summoning sympathy to my voice. "You KNOW I love you two. And that I'd do ANYTHING for you." "Please Bobby," Peggy begged, looking up at me with those luxurious green eyes as she pressed her cheek to my shoulder and hugged my arm tighter. "There must be SOMETHING you can do to get us out of this..." "Well..." I said, stretching out the word. "Well, what?" Peggy coaxed. I was thinking. I had to handle this just right. "There might be a way to get you girls out of this jam...." "How, Bobby? Tell us!" "But," I said, sounding serious now, "it wouldn't be easy for me. And I'd be taking an awful risk for the two of you..." Peggy hugged my arm tighter, her curly red hair draped at my shoulder as she said, "Would you? Would you help us?". "Well... I used to have some contacts... in the underworld. Some of them are still around and owe me a favor. I think I can get them to help me find Lonnie, before he leaves town, and get everything back before anyone finds out." Candy sniffed and spoke into the moist material of my wet shoulder as she held herself to my arm, "Lonnie's gone," she cried hopelessly. "He's got to be half-way to Timbuktu by now." "He hasn't had time," I said. "He's got to sell some of the drugs before he can skip town. Just leave it all to me girls, and I'll have everything back in the cabinet by shift change." "Oh, Bobby," Peggy said excitedly, still hugging my other arm, "I KNEW you'd help us!" "There's just one thing," I said now. "And what's that?" "Well... if I'm going to stick my neck out for you, if I'm going to risk my job for you... the two of you are going to have to do something, for me, in return. Something I've wanted, from both of you, for a long time." "Anything, Bobby," Peggy said to me. "We'll do ANYTHING!" "Anything?" "Yes! Just tell us what do you want us to do." I didn't say a word. I just turned my wrists, so that my hands faced outward, and then I felt out from my sides for the area between the legs of both girls, grasping the soft mounds of their pussies, through the shiny, synthetic material of their white uniforms, and squeezing them there firmly. Peggy let out a loud gasp, as she felt me clutch her, and she jumped back from me, her pretty mouth gaping open in shock as she said, "What did you do THAT for?" Candy, still clutching my arm, with her face against my shoulder, quietly and resignedly said, "Peggy, you incredible dolt, don't you know what he's asking us for? He wants to fuck us." Candy didn't move, as she spoke, so I continued to rub the bump of her pussy through the front of her skirt. Peggy's face grew red and flustered now. "FUCK us?" Grinning widely, I nodded at her. She shook her head. "I can't do THAT!" Candy pulled herself away from me now, her face red too, but from anger. "Oh, come ON, Peggy!" she shouted. "YOU got us into this and now you won't do what it takes to get us out?" Peggy just stared back at her. "Well, I'LL do it," Candy said, turning back to me. "I'm not going back to being a waitress, for minimum wage, for anything!" "Well... the thing is," I said to her, "it has to be BOTH of you. That's the deal. That's been my fantasy since I started working here with you girls. I want both of you, at the same time." "Oh, no," Peggy said, waiving her long, manicured finger in front of her face. "I'm not going to do THAT. That's too kinky!" Flustered, Candy put her hands on her hips and walked over to Peggy. "You'll do it," she said firmly, into Peggy's pretty, freckle-peppered face, "or we'll both be out of work, and in jail, tomorrow!" Peggy turned her eyes to me now. "Bobby," she whined in protest, "do we HAVE to? Is that REALLY what you want?" I smiled and nodded again. Peggy folded her arms and silently looked down at her white nurses' shoes for a few moments. I looked at the little, white cap, at the top of her red head, as she mulled it over. "Alright," she said, still looking down, "if that's what it takes..." "Great," I said, rubbing my hands together and looking at both of their curvy bodies, "then we're all in agreement?" Both girls slowly nodded. "Okay then," I said as I quickly went to the phone, on the wall behind the nurses' station, "I'll call my old friend and see what I can do." As Candy and Peggy looked on nervously, I dialed my home number and listened to it ringing a few times. Then, with both of them listening, I began to talk into the receiver. "Milo? This is Bob Muncie. Yeah. Listen Milo. Have you seen a tall, long haired guy, about six foot, wearing jeans and a t- shirt? He's got a lot of drugs he's trying to deal. Yeah. Hospital stuff. How did you know? Really? He's there NOW? Listen Milo, he lifted that stuff from me. Yeah. Have your boys grab it from him and hold it for me. Alright, Milo. No, don't kill him. Just rough him up a little. Yeah. Thanks. This makes us even!" I hung up the phone and said, "There, girls. We're in luck. The stuff's as good as back in the cabinet right now. All I have to do is go and pick it up." "Great," Peggy said, her hand at her chest. "That's a relief!" "Now, Candy," I said, "is room 5 still vacant?" She nodded at me. "Alright then," I said, "we'll do it in there. You girls go in and wait for me. I'll make sure everything's quiet and be with you shortly." "Do we have to do it NOW?" Peggy asked. "Why put it off?" I said. "As soon as we're done, I'll go get the drugs back." The two girls looked at each other, for a moment, and then they shrugged and both of them folded their arms over their chests and, looking oddly solemn, walked through the doors and into the corridor. I went to the door and I stared at their slowly swaying, sexy behinds, through the window, as they walked together to the door of room 5 and went in. Then, giddy as a kid on Christmas morning, I paced the room for a few minutes and then headed through the doors after them. Six They were both leaning back against the empty bed as I came in, Candy to the left of Peggy, their arms still folded under their breasts in their matching, white uniforms. "We were wondering..." Candy spoke up as I closed the door, "just exactly what it is that you want us to do? I mean, what kind of sex?" "I want you to fulfill my fantasy," I replied. "I've dreamed about the two of you for months. I want you to do everything I ask you to do." "Everything?" Peggy asked as she leaned forward. "Uh huh," I said. "Like what?" I looked at the two of them for a moment, leaning back, hip to curvy hip, against the bed, their short skirts at exactly the same level above their shapely knees. "Like... unbutton your dresses for me," I said. Both girls turned their heads to each other, as if wondering who would comply first. Then Candy looked at me and shrugged and began to unfasten the white buttons down the front of her uniform. When Candy got to the third button, Peggy sighed loudly, in resignation, and began to undo her buttons as well. Now I could see the fronts of their bras, through the parted openings of their uniforms. Both bras were white and sexy, but while Candy's bra was frilly with lace, Peggy's was smooth-looking and plain but still alluring, with its dainty string, between the separated cups, allowing me to see the bare, freckled skin of her chest, between her tits. I stepped over to the girls now and thrust my hands into the openings of their uniforms, feeling and squeezing their breasts through the material of their bras. Peggy's tits were larger (a D cup I would imagine) but Candy's (though smaller) felt much firmer as I gently squeezed them. Both girls just stared forward, as I fondled their chests, not looking at me, or at each other, as if this were some kind of clinical exam I was conducting. "Take the bra's off now," I told them, and stepped back as both girls slowly stood and started to remove their dresses. "No," I said, "leave the uniforms on. That's part of my fantasy. I want to have you in them." "Well," Candy stated, "we have to pull our arms out of our sleeves to get the bras off..." "Alright," I said, and watched the two of them reach behind their backs (in that peculiar, sexy way that only women do) and unfasten the catches and then as they removed their bras and then pulled their white, short sleeves up to their shoulders again. As they leaned back against the bed, I again stepped to them and pushed my hands into their open dresses, feeling the heat and the softness of the flesh of those four, wonderful breasts on my hands, and noticing that Peggy's nipples were larger than Candy's, but Candy's were hard and stood erect against my fingers. "Does this make you happy?" Peggy asked me as I played with those two sets of warm titties. "Um hmm." I mumbled. "Why do guys like breasts so much?" "Don't ask so many questions," I told her, "it spoils the fantasy." "Sorry," she said, as she settled back, supporting herself with her arms behind her, and I stepped more to the front of her now and, removing my hand from Candy, widely separated the front of her dress, exposing her breasts to me. Peggy's tits were beautiful. Large but well formed and not the least bit saggy. They were dotted with freckles and her nipples and areolas were a deep, scarlet-brown. I leaned to her chest and ran my tongue around her left nipple twice before I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it into my mouth. "Ohh, Bobby," she giggled, placing her soft hand at my neck, "What are you doing to me?" I heard Candy, to my left, sigh and say, "He's sucking your tit, Peg." "Oh I KNOW that, silly," she said, "but why?" I pulled her soft, growing nipple from my mouth and looked up at her pretty face and said, "Because I like it. Because you women have them and we men don't. Now be quiet!" "Alright," she smiled apologetically as I bent and, placing my hands at her warm sides, pushed my face to her other tit, sucking its growing nipple for a full minute. When it was hard and erect, I moved from Peggy to Candy, opening her uniform and gazing down at the treasures of her chest. Candy's tits were perky and pale. Two beautiful orbs with light pink, erect nipples, surrounded by darker, brownish areolas. I placed my hands on the sides of her shapely, nylon encased legs and bent to her chest, smelling the sweet scent of the light cologne she was wearing. I became more relaxed and horny, as I sucked both her nipple, and some of her warm tit, into my mouth. "Mmmmm," I heard her moan, and sensed her tilting her head back, as I delighted in the sweet, slightly salty flavor of her tender skin and began to run my hands up the sides of her legs and under the hem of her skirt, until I came to the smooth, bare patch of her thighs. I could see Peggy staring at me, out the corner of my eye. Her face held a wide-eyed, curious expression, as she watched me suckle at Candy's hard nipple. I gave equal attention to both of Candy's, sweet breasts, as my hands, under her skirt, came to the lacy sides of her underpants. My cock going harder, I stood up now and looked her right in the pretty, brown eyes. "What?" she asked as I stared at her inquisitive, adorable face and smelled the cinnamon scent of her breath. "I want you to take your panties off for me," I said. "Both of us?" Peggy asked. I stepped back and nodded. Candy and Peggy slowly stood, hiking up the sides of their white skirts as they reached up to their underpants. I saw a breathtaking display of curvy legs and bare thighs as they bent forward slightly and pulled their panties down and off, stepping out of them with their white nurses' shoes. My boner pulsed in my pants. The white panties, I watched them remove, were both lacy and frilly and sexy as hell. I wished I'd had them pull their dresses up their legs first and shown me their panties before they had taken them off. "Where do you girls get those things," I asked, "Fredricks of Hollywood?" "These came from Sears," Peggy said, opening and holding them up for me. "The one at the mall?" Candy asked her. Peggy nodded. "They came in black and beige too," she said, turning to Candy. "I bought a pair of the beige, but it looked like more of a mauve or buff color to me." "Uh... girls?" I said to interrupt them. "I had a pair like that once," Candy said. "Do they come in lavender?" "Girls!" I shouted. They both looked at me. "This isn't coffee break," I said. "We're supposed to be having sex!" "Okay," Peggy said testily, and she folded and set her panties on the bed, beside her, and turned back to me. I brushed my hair back with my hand, thinking of what I wanted next as I looked from girl to girl and considered my options. Then I stepped back in front of Candy and, grasping the skirt of her uniform at her curvy hips, pulled it slowly up, revealing her shapely legs to me, then her bare thighs and then, with her standing to accommodate me, her pussy. As she leaned her behind back against the bed, I admired what I had uncovered. Candy's pussy was as pretty as a picture, with a neatly trimmed covering of short, curly blonde hair. Her petite pussy lips, visible between her slightly parted legs, were a ruddy pink color, with the darker skin of the sheath of her clitoris protruding slightly from them. The breath caught in my throat as I gazed down on it and then reached forward and placed my hand over it, marveling at its delicate softness and its heat with my palm and fingers. Candy's eyes closed, as I wrapped her bare pussy with my hand and, compelled by the blissful expression on her pretty face, I leaned to her and pushed my lips to her pouty mouth. Her brown eyes flashed open, at the contact of my lips, and she turned her face slightly from me and said, "Wait." Feeling spurned, I watched as she reached to her sexy mouth and extracted her gum, tossing it, in a perfect arc, to the trash basket by the closed door. "Sorry," she said. And then she crooked her arm to the back of my neck and, closing her eyes, pulled me to her and pressed her moist, parted lips back to mine. Candy's sexy mouth was flower-pedal soft and warm and agile and it tasted like sweet cinnamon as I pushed my tongue between her teeth and continued to stroke the delicate, moist folds of the soft, fuzzy area between her legs. As I worked my middle finger into her, exploring within her humid slit, Candy moaned, parted her legs a little further, and worked her tongue back at mine. Not breaking our kiss, I reached over to Peggy, (who was watching us closely) and ran my other hand up under her skirt, feeling first her stocking and then the soft warm skin of her bare thigh. With my lips still joined to Candy, I moved between the two girls and ran my right hand up Peggy's warm inner thigh until I came to the abundant soft hair at her slightly open crotch. Pressing my hand firmly against Peggy's pussy, and feeling my cock throbbing hard in my pants, I pulled my lips from Candy and moved my face to Peggy's. Her green eyes stared widely at me as I put my lips to hers and pressed against them. Peggy giggled now, through her nose. I pulled back and looked into her pretty, smirking face. "What's so funny?" I asked her. Peggy bent her head and put the tips of her fingers to her button nose to hide the smile on her lips. "I'm sorry," she said, from behind her hand, looking up at me as I continued to rub between both girls' legs. I felt my cock lose a bit of its hardness from my frustration. "It's just that..." she continued, "I've never been in this situation before, Bobby. And I'm a little nervous." My face must have reflected my agitation as Peggy placed her hand on my shoulder and cocked her head as she asked, "Are you mad at me?" Looking at her pretty face, I sighed and said, "No, Peggy. I'm not mad. I understand. Just relax a little and play along with me, okay?" Peggy closed her emerald eyes and nodded, pursing her lips at me in invitation. Still rubbing both their crotches, I leaned back to her and kissed her soft, full lips, feeling them tremble a bit before they pressed back at mine. The finger of my left hand had parted the moist, inner lips of Candy's pussy now and as I pushed my tongue against Peggy's smooth teeth, I sank my finger into Candy's vagina to the first knuckle. It was hot and slightly wet inside of her and, as Peggy yielded and let me ease my tongue into her mouth, I heard Candy moan to my left. Now I pulled my lips from Peggy and moved back to Candy, kissing her with rising passion as I pushed my finger further into her tight passage. The middle fingers of my right hand were sifting through the thick hair at Peggy's warm crotch, rubbing at the soft, covered pillows and searching for her elusive gash. Curious, I pulled my lips from Candy and looked down to where my hand was hidden, between Peggy's legs under her white skirt. I withdrew my hands from both women and, standing in front of Peggy now, I reached down to her hem and, as I'd done with Candy, pulled her skirt up to her waist. Looking down now, below the exposed white skin of Peggy's wide, flat, lower belly, I could see that her pretty pussy was covered with a dense, vee-shaped patch of curly red hair, from just above the jut of her pubic bone and then disappearing between her pale, slightly parted legs. As I started to lean to it, Peggy suddenly wrapped it with the slender fingers of her small hand. I looked up at her. Her freckled face was now heated with a red blush which accentuated the white teeth of her embarrassed, wavering grin. "I'm sorry, Bobby," she said, "that its not as pretty as Candy's is." Her worried, impish expression, caused me to smile widely at her. "It's beautiful, Peggy!" I assured her, tugging on her unyielding hand. "It looks just the way I dreamed it would." "Really?" she asked, her green eyes brightening. "You're not just saying that?" "Of course not," I said, dropping to my knees in front of her. "Now please, let me see it." Staring between Peggy's creamy thighs now, I waited a few moments and then she slowly removed her hand. I leaned forward, my heart pounding as I reached to her crotch and, using the fingertips of both hands, gently parted her thick hair and gazed at the open slit of her womanhood. The moist-looking skin, between Peggy's pussy lips, was a light, bluish-pink in coloration. She had large, dark inner lips, which I gently separated so I could look into the depths of her light- pink vagina. I leaned closer now, my nose detecting the sharp, natural, girlish aroma of her feminine furrow as I felt my cheeks contact her inner thighs. Then, moving my face forward to force her thighs apart, I pressed my lips to the moistness of her sex and kissed her there deeply, feeling her scented red hair tickling my nose. Her body shuddered at the contact of my mouth and I thrust my tongue deep into her sweet entrance and then licked slowly up, parting her inner lips to lick the bud of her clitoris and tasting the tart, salty flavor at the front of her feminine groove. "Oooh, Bobby," Peggy cooed, and I felt her hand lightly touch the top of my head as I began to work my tongue on her pliant clit. "Oooh, oooh, oooh," she repeated, and I felt little tremors go through her body as I continued to gently lap between her furry lips. After a few moments, I withdrew from between Peggy's legs and moved, on my knees, between Candy's. Candy opened her pale thighs wide as I moved my face to her pink crotch. Her pussy had a light cologne fragrance, the same sweet smell as her chest, as if she had used a body splash. As my tongue entered her gash, Candy gasped and I licked her from her protruding clitoris, downward and into her sugary tasting sexual opening. "God!" she yelled, as my thick tongue probed into her tight vagina and I felt her lay herself back, half on the bed, and she grabbed the hair at the back of my neck and she pushed her open pussy to my licking mouth. As I lapped the syrupy nectar from the warm folds of her pussy, I realized that "Candy" was the perfect name for this girl. Having kissed the girls, felt them both up and now tasted them, my cock throbbed in my pants as I thought about my next step. Reluctantly pulling my face from between Candy's legs, I stood up, gazing down at her sexy body, in her dishevelled, white uniform. Her skirt was gathered around her wide, bare hips and her left breast and erect nipple peaked at me from the open part at her chest. I pulled off my shirt and then I reached down and unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor. As my cock bobbed in the free air, I heard Candy gasp again. "Bob," she said excitedly, "I didn't know you were so BIG!" Looking down at her sexy smile, I said, "Well, it never came up in our conversations." Well, it HAD come up, but we had never talked about it. I stepped in front of Candy now, coaxing her body back so that she was sitting at the edge of the bed with me between her stockinged legs. Then, as Peggy looked on, I reached between us and steered my cock toward her wet gash. Candy wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me as I rubbed my cockhead in her pussy and then, finding her opening, I pushed it slowly into her sexy body. "Mmmmm," she moaned as our pubic bones meshed and I wrapped my arms around her thin waist and pulled her close so that I could both kiss and fuck her. Peggy leaned over, watching my ass grind between Candy's spread legs and listening to the gushy sounds of our joined sexual parts and the moans we were emitting into each others' writhing faces. Candy's pussy was hot and tight and I could feel the tip of my shaft bumping against the opening of her uterus, deep in her belly, on each forward thrust. The tightness of her fuck hole, and the urgency of her wet kisses, caused my nuts to tighten and I felt myself quickly churning to the edge of a massive climax. However, knowing my fun wasn't finished, and that my fantasy not yet fulfilled, I squeezed both of Candy's pert breasts tightly and then pulled my loins back, withdrawing my slickened cock from the heat of her shapely body. "Oooh, Bob," she protested from the bed, "you had me nearly there!" "Not yet," I said as I moved over to Peggy and, taking her by the thin waist, settled her back on the bed. "Me now?" she asked, as she gripped my bare shoulders, her green eyes wide with anticipation. "Yep," I said, positioning myself between her parted legs and steering my cock toward her red bush. Peggy reached down and took my cock from me and I watched her tongue peek from the side of her mouth as she looked between her legs and steered me right to her opening. I gripped her curvy ass between my hands and carefully pressed against her restrictive tightness, thrilling as I felt my cock slowly sinking into her. Peggy's pussy was tighter than Candy's. It was almost as tight feeling as little Tia's. Lonnie must have had a little dick, I thought, as I felt her hair covered pelvic bone finally press against the base of my cock and, as she lay back on the bed, I started to pump in and out of her. "Careful!" Peggy said, putting her hands to my flanks and lifting her knees to my sides so that I was fucking her at an easier angle. "I never had anything that big in me before!" I pulled her knees together, at my chest now, causing her shins to dangle outward at odd angles as leaned against her upturned thighs for a deeper penetration. The action caused her ass to lift from the edge of the bed and, as I stood and fucked her, I could feel my belly against her thighs and my hips and balls slapping against her upthrust ass-cheeks. I gripped her very thin waistline as I began to screw myself deeply into her wide, restrictive belly. Looking down, I could see her knees compacting against her large breasts and, as I looked up at the clamped-lip expression, on her pretty, reddened face, and the freckles on the lids of her closed eyes, I began to fuck into her harder and faster. Peggy grunted loudly, with each forward thrust of my cock, and I wasn't sure if it was because it hurt, or felt good to her. As I pondered that question, she reached to my neck and, parting her knees, pulled my face to hers, kissing me wetly and deeply as I continued to drive my cock into her hot, tight pussy. Peggy was every bit as good a fuck as Candy. Straining to hold back my cum, I withdrew quickly from the wet grip of Peggy's pussy and stepped back. We were both panting loudly as Candy, laying on her side on the bed, looked on. I could see Candy's brown eyes sparkle with lust and (I noticed) she had her hand over her crotch and was squeezing herself. "Alright," I panted to them both, "enough of the foreplay. Now lets have some sex!" Seven "What?" Peggy said, sitting up and awkwardly crossing her thighs together. "I thought that WAS sex!" I chuckled at her flustered expression as I held my hard cock in my hand, smearing Peggy's fresh, slippery pussy juices around on it. "No," I said, "I want my fantasy now. I want to experience what a man can only experience with two women. I want to eat and fuck some pussy at the same time. I'm going to lay on the floor and I want one of you to sit on my cock while the other one sits on my face." Candy and Peggy looked at each other and then back at me as Candy, still squeezing her hand against the lips of her pink pussy, said, "Who does which?" Looking at the two of them, their sexy bodies clad in their open, hiked up nurses' uniforms, I didn't have a preference. But I was happy that they were looking to me for decisions. It would help me achieve the finale I had planned with them. "You sit on my cock, Candy. And Peggy can straddle my face." "Alright," Candy said, scampering from the bed but still gripping her pussy, as if she didn't want any of her juices to drip down her leg. Peggy stood now and pulled the blue blanket from the mattress and spread it down, on the floor, as if we were going to have a picnic lunch together. Seeing Candy's impatient stare, she said, "I don't want to get dirt on the knees of my white stockings." I got quickly to the floor and lay back on the blanket, looking up Peggy's skirt as she stood next to my head. I could see the cheeks of her soft-looking ass and some of moist, red triangle of her bush, up between her pale thighs. Still stroking my cock, as Candy stared down at it, I said, "Alright Candy, sit on this for me." Not uttering a word, Candy got down, with her knees straddling my body. I lifted my head to look as she held the front of her skirt up at her belly, with one hand, and reached to my cock, with the other. She held the tip to the open, pink gash of her blonde, wet pussy and, rubbing it in her warm groove for a moment, she steered it to her opening and slowly began to sink down on it. "Ooh, that feels so GOOD!" I gasped as I felt Candy's restrictive vagina engulf my cock and looked up to see Peggy closely watching Candy settle down on my loins. Candy's eyes were closed as she took in the sensations caused by my thick member penetrating into her. As soon as I felt her creamy thighs on my hips and my cockhead engulfed and pressing against the end of Candy's tight vagina, I held my hand up to Peggy and said, "Alright now, Peg. Come down here and straddle my face. I want to eat that pretty pussy of yours while Candy fucks me." Candy placed her small hands on my lower stomach and began to slowly screw her lower body on my buried cock as Peggy stepped over my face so that her white shoes were on either side of my head and I was staring right up her skirt, past her sexy stockings, at the furry juncture of her parted legs. As I felt Candy's pussy mound rubbing firmly on my pubic bone, Peggy hiked up her dress and slowly squatted down and I watched as that red haired triangle, at the center of those open, pale thighs, came straight toward my eager, open mouth. Her girl-scented pussy lightly settled over my lips and I placed my hands on the insides of her warm thighs and, parting her curly hair with the tip, I thrust my tongue straight up into Peggy's heated, gooey gash. "Ahhh!" I heard Peggy scream and I felt her body quake and her vagina try and wetly grip my intruding tongue. All the while, I could feel my cock deep inside Candy as she quickened the movements of her pussy on my loins. Peggy lifted her furry crotch slightly and, moving to get on her knees, she brought her slimy gash back down to my face so that my cheeks were trapped between her luscious thighs and my tongue pressed directly up against the hard bump of her clitoris. I couldn't see anything now, as my head was draped in the warm, musty tent of Peggy's skirt, so I pushed her skirt to her belly so I could see the pretty, red patch of the pussy I was licking into. Then I grasped Peggy's fluffy-soft ass, with my open hands, and squeezed her cheeks as I licked firmly on the clit that she was maneuvering around on my tongue. Candy's fuck movements became faster and more firm as I felt her sitting upright so that my balls rubbed lightly on the soft pillows of her churning ass and my cock pressed hard against the opening of her cervix, deep within her belly. Peggy's pussy was releasing a slick, sugar flavored, discharge into my mouth now, and I tried to lick down between her dainty, inner lips, to suck that sweet slime from her vagina but Peggy, gripping my hair with both hands, kept moving her pussy to maintain my tongue's contact with her slippery clit. Just then I felt Candy's fingernails dig into my hips and her vagina gripped my cock tighter than anything had ever gripped it before. Through Peggy's thighs, I heard Candy shout, "Ah! Ah! Ah!", and felt her ass bare down on my loins and her pussy began to squeeze my cock even tighter inside her. Triggered by her cumming, I gripped the backs of Peggy's tender thighs tightly, pulling her hard to my face as I lifted my head against her sopping, scented crotch and thrust my wiggling tongue deep into the tight cave of her sex opening. Peggy screamed now and gripped my hair harder as her vagina tightened around my tongue and began to spasm in rigid orgasm too. A light stream of sweet juice trickled from her pulsing opening and entered my mouth as I made my tongue rigid for her and felt her press her pussy down on my open lips. I strained against this sexual onslaught, to keep my own orgasm from happening, determined to have my cum in just the manner I had planned it in my head. After what seemed like a full minute, both girl's pussies relaxed on me and Peggy fell off of me, to my left, while Candy pulled her pussy up and then collapsed, to the floor, at my right. I lay quiet for a moment, trying to calm myself down as I listened to the girls loudly panting. I looked to my right and then my left, seeing both girl's thick thighs and round, fleshy asses, pointed at me as they lay on their sides, recovering from their climaxes. I reached to my left and right and felt the heat of their smooth, moist thighs as I stroked them both, lovingly. After a time, Candy sat up, feeling her blushed cheek with the back of her hand as she said, "God Bob! Did I ever CUM! I never rode anything that big before. I have to admit, that's quite a cock you got there!" I smiled at her as she got slowly to her knees and, with a puzzled expression on her pretty face, I saw her put her hand up her skirt. "Did you cum inside me?" she asked, as she withdrew her hand and inspected the clear fluid on her slim, wet finger. "No," I said, still rubbing Peggy's thigh. "I tried not to. I'm holding out for exactly the way I want to cum." I saw Candy's blonde eyebrows raise as she asked, "And how's that?" I got up from the blanket now and helped Candy and then Peggy to a standing position. "I want to be sucked off," I told them. "I want to cum in a pretty mouth." Candy clucked and looked at Peggy, "Didn't I tell you," she asked. "They all love to be sucked!" "Is that what you want, Bobby?" Peggy asked. "You want to cum in our mouths?" "Just in one of your mouths, Peg. While I'm cumming, I want one of you to be licking my ass." "What?" Peggy's mouth dropped open. "Yeah," I smiled and looked at the two of them. "It's always been my fantasy. It's something that can only be done with two girls. I want to shoot my load right into a girl's mouth while another pretty girl licks right into my asshole." "Yuck!" Peggy whined, her sweet face now a sour mask. "I'M not doing anything THAT icky!" "He only wants ONE of us to do it," Candy told her. "Maybe it won't be you." They both looked at me now. "Which one does what, Bob?" Candy asked. "We'll flip a coin," I offered. "Heads gives me head, and tails..." "That sounds fair," Candy said. "And then we're done and you go get the drugs back, right?" "Yes," I said, as picked up my pants and pulled a quarter from my pocket. Candy took Peggy's hand and squeezed it as she said, "Does that sound fair to you?" Peggy just looked down at the floor. "Does that sound FAIR, Peggy?" Candy repeated, tugging Peggy's arm. "It's the last thing we have to do for him and then Bob will go get the drugs back and all this will be behind us!" Peggy looked at me now, her childlike face pouting as she said, "Is that true, Bobby? If we do this for you, you'll be finished and go get the drugs back for us?" "Yes," I said, smiling to reassure her. She meshed her lips together, thinking it over for a moment, and then said, "Well... alright." "Great," I said, feeling my cock hardening as my brain tried to imagine what this was going to feel like. I flipped the coin in the air and said, "Call it, Candy!" "Heads," she shouted, as I slapped the falling coin to my wrist. Both girls leaned forward, peering as I slowly lifted my hand. It was heads. "Aw, yuck!" Peggy protested loudly as Candy smiled and dropped to her knees on the blanket. I walked to her, with my cock out at face level, and placed my hands on her soft shoulders as she looked up, at me, with those doe-like eyes and then opened that pretty mouth and pushed it over the head of my cock. Oh, it was thrilling as she began to softly suck and held my left hip, with one hand, and reached under me to cradle my burning ball sack with the other. "Ooh God!" I whispered loudly. Peggy just stood there, watching us. "Come on, Peggy," I coaxed, waving her over. "Get down, on your knees behind me." "No," Peggy said, stamping the rubber sole of her white shoe on the floor. Her face was going red and moist as she said, "I'm NOT doing that. It's too dirty! You should be ashamed of yourself, Bobby!" And she turned away slightly, looking up at the ceiling and folding her arms over her chest in finality. Candy began to slowly bob her head, in front of me, thrilling me to my toes as she licked and sucked my throbbing cock, taking it deep in her pretty mouth now. As I looked back at Peggy, afraid that my fantasy would go unfulfilled, I noticed her scratching the burn mark on her forearm. The one Lonnie had given her. That suddenly gave me a germ of an idea. "Peggy!" I barked loudly at her, summoning roughness to my voice, and she turned her freckled face to me. "Get your ass over here," I yelled, "and get on your knees behind me and lick my fucking asshole for me!" Peggy's green eyes went wide and seemed to blink with each of my loud words as her rubbery arms fell limp to her sides. "Now!" I loudly ordered, pointing behind me. Her face winced at my command and I could plainly see the agony of indecision reflected in her pained expression. "MOVE!" I screamed at her, and Peggy seemed to crumble and walked quickly behind me and then got to her knees. "Lean in and lick my ass!" I yelled as I felt Candy use a little more suction on just the head of my cock now. I could feel Peggy's hands softly touch my hips and then her hot breath at my ass cheeks and then, as Candy licked broadly up my super sensitive shaft, I felt something soft and wet and hot, at my ass crack, as Peggy gave it a tentative lick. Candy gently squeezed my scrotum as I looked down and saw her pretty mouth open wide and my cock sink between her lovely lips. I could feel my cockhead touch the back of her hot throat as I yelled, "Lick it, Peggy! In my asshole!" and felt her soft face press between my cheeks and that hot, wet tongue push in and graze across my puckering anus. I had never felt anything as sexually intense in my life. I was trapped between two extreme sensations. It was as if my sexual wiring was all being crossed and overloaded. The feelings of cock suck and ass lick were so thrilling together and yet it was impossible for my brain to concentrate on both sensations at the same time. "Christ!" I shouted, from the sheer, electric thrill, and leaned slightly forward, parting my legs wider as I griped Candy's soft shoulders to steady myself. Candy sucked hard again and, at the same time, Peggy's face pressed in, from behind, and her hot tongue probed directly into my hole for a moment and then out. "Keep it in, Peg!" I screamed, as I felt my cradled nuts tighten with my impending cum. "I CAN'T," she protested behind me. "You keep pushing your cheeks together and forcing me back out!" I could feel Candy's hot, sucking mouth compelling me to climax into it as I shuddered and tried to speak. "Peggy..." I wheezed, ".. at the root of a man's cock... is his asshole... It makes my ass tighten... whenever Candy's mouth... sends a signal down my cock... Put your hands on my ass... and your thumbs between the cheeks... and spread me... to keep me open." I felt her hands grip my ass tightly, as I had instructed and, as Candy took my cock way into her hot mouth, and I felt her apply a deep suction from her throat, I felt Peggy's face press between my cheeks again and her warm tongue push right into my puckered shithole and wiggle. The obscenely intense sensations made me scream and I yelled, "God! I'm going to cum!" Candy quickly changed position, in front of me, so that she was on one knee with her other foot in front of her. This seemed to give her more leverage and her mouth a better angle on my cock and she began to bob her head, taking me deep, and licking and sucking me, all at the same time. Her mouth urging me to shoot my load into it's depths, as I reached down into her dress and gripped one of her warm, pliant, naked tits tightly. At the same time, Peggy began to lick around and into my wildly puckering asshole and I could feel her nose against the base of my spine, expelling hot air down my ass crack. "Ahhhh!" I screamed like a wild man as the electric fist of climax gripped me. At the sound of that scream, Peggy's tongue pressed way into my sensation charged hole and, at that second, I felt a strong lurch and shot the first, thick wad of my sperm into Candy's hot, loving mouth. Candy worked the tip of her stiffened tongue on my cock trigger now, as my body locked rigid and I shot another delivery of my scum toward her suctioning throat. She began working her hand on my shaft as I blew my wad in her mouth, again and again and again. Peggy (God bless her) gripped my cheeks hard and tried to keep her tongue deep in my butthole as I came but, each time I shot a wad of semen into Candy's mouth, my sphincter would clamp tight, pushing her tongue out and, as she forced her tongue back in, the sensation of her slippery tongue entering my asshole would compel me to forcefully shoot another thick stream of jizz into Candy's sucking and swallowing mouth. The impression, though indescribable, was as if Peggy was shooting the cum through her tongue, into my ass, through my pulsating cock and into Candy's mouth. I didn't know whether to fuck forward into Candy's throat, or push backward onto Peggy's tongue. It was all just too overwhelming for me. I just stood there, slightly bent, legs apart, one hand on my knee and the other hand gripping Candy's breast as my body shook in the grip of a massive climax and the girls teamed mouths drove my sexual organs way past the point of mere ecstacy. It was the greatest orgasm of my lifetime! I think I must have screamed loud enough, during my sexual seizure, to wake everyone in the hospice (expect for Tia, of course). As my climax finally released me, Peggy's tongue felt like it was all the way up in my rectum and Candy was squeezing my cock with her hand, milking and licking the last drops of my sperm onto her outstretched tongue, as her other hand still held my balls. I was so sexually drained that I just fell to my knees, between the two girls, and wrapped my arms around them both, hugging them to me as I fell back and lay exhausted and completely out of breath. Peggy and Candy lay half on top of me now and, seemingly fatigued from their efforts, pressed their faces against my neck and panted warmly. "Whew!" I said loudly, hugging them tighter against me. "THAT, ladies, was an ORGASM!" "You're not kidding," Candy exclaimed, breathlessly. "I never ate so much sperm before! Man, you spent!" She put her hand to her mouth and coughed. "I can feel it clinging in my throat!" I couldn't move, I was so drained. And I felt so thankful toward these two, beautiful girls, that I just wanted to kiss them both deeply in sincere gratitude. But, I reasoned, Candy's lovely mouth must taste like the sperm I had just ejaculated into it, and Peggy's pretty face probably smelled like my ass right now. I raised my shoulders from the floor and kissed the tops of their heads instead. Eight After we had rested, I untangled myself from Peggy and Candy and (for their benefit) grabbed the bag of drugs from Tia's darkened room and went for a drive, stopping at a Dunkin Donuts for coffee. As I sat at the counter, looking at the pretty, dark haired waitress bend and squat as she cleaned a nearby table, I could feel my cock going stiff in my pants. How could it still go hard, I asked myself, after all it's been through tonight? It was stiff, however, and thinking about the sex I had with Candy and Peggy, it became even stiffer. As I drove back to the hospice, remembering that incredible orgasm, I had to rub myself between the legs to try and calm it down. After parking my car, in the nearly empty lot, I grabbed the laundry bag and headed for the nurses' station. Peggy was sitting there, on a high stool, next to the open drug cabinet. She was writing a note, as I walked in, and I could see a bit of shapely thigh as she sat with her legs entwined in the stool's. "Got them all," I said brightly, as I set the bag down in front of the cabinet. Peggy didn't respond as I stooped down beside her and began to set the little bottles back on the shelves. She was just silently leaning to the counter and writing. From this position, I could almost see up her skirt, between her knees but, as her knees were together, I couldn't see very far. I kept glancing over though, hoping that her knees would part for me. As I set the last bottle in place, and just before I stood, Peggy reached for another pencil and I did see her knees separate, in her skirt, for a second. For a fleeting moment, I could see up between her thighs, just enough to know that she was wearing her white, Sears panties again. That sexy glimpse reminded me, and my throbbing cock, of all the fun we had just had and, as I stood, I was hungry for her curvy body and tight pussy again. "There," I said as I closed the cabinet and heard it latch, "it's all back in its proper order." She still didn't respond. I walked around the counter and looked at the top of her red head as she leaned over the paper and wrote. Her nurses uniform was buttoned again but swelling at the front where her ample breasts were hidden. "Where's Candy?" I asked. Peggy didn't look up as she replied, "In C-Ward, checking Mrs. Learey." Her voice was low and seemed overly controlled. Looking at her sexy body, and at the way the curves of her hips were accentuated as she sat on the stool, I began to crave another sexual go-round with her even more. It would be great, I figured, having her alone this time. "Peggy," I said, rubbing my cock under the counter, "seeing as how I put the drugs back for you... Do you think me and you could do it, one more time, before Candy gets back?" Her face snapped up at me. I could see that her green eyes were moist and her freckled cheeks seemed red and wet. "What?" She gasped at me, her pretty mouth open and her lower lip trembling as her green eyes seemed to dart around the features of my face. I smiled at her. "You know..." I said, "let's have just a little more sex together." "I can't BELIEVE you!" she shrieked, dropping her pencil and staring at up me. I shrugged and smiled wider. "I'm still a little horny, I guess." "Horny?" she exclaimed loudly. "You bastard! Do you know what I'm doing?" I looked down at her paper and shook my head. "I'm writing my resignation," she cried. "I'm leaving! I can't work with you or Candy anymore!" "What? Why?" "Because of what you made me do, you heartless, unfeeling bastard! You made me behave like some kind of a whore for you!" "You're not a whore, Peggy," I said calmly as I watched the tears start to drip down her freckled cheeks and land on her paper. "Don't you know anything about people? Don't you even care?" she sniffed. "I can't just go on, and be friends with you and Candy, after what I did!" "But Peg, I did it for YOU! I put the stuff back. There will be no trouble now. Nobody will know and you can keep your job!" "Keep my job?" she said, as her pretty chin dimpled and shook and her lower lip curled inward. "I don't care about the drugs! I don't care about the job! I never did! I did it to help Candy! I thought you were my friends! You took advantage of me! You made me feel dirty and cheap, Bob..." She was really crying now. "...like some kind of a slut! I HAVE to go! I HAVE to get away from you and this place!" I touched her hand, on the counter, but she pulled it away, picked up her wet paper, and ran down the hall to the wash room, holding her hand over her mouth as she went. Who peed in her Wheaties? I wondered, as I saw her rush through the door. Women! I shrugged. Who can figure them out? Standing at the nurses' station alone, I felt my cock press against the formica counter and realized just how horny I still was. Would Candy help me out? I wondered. Or would she cop the same attitude as Peggy, now that the drugs had been returned? Squeezing my cock through my pants and thinking about the thrills of the sex with the two nurses, I glanced through the doors to the corridor and remembered my willing little sex partner. The one who was always ready for me. The one who would try anything I could come up with and never bitch or complain. I turned from the counter and headed back to Tia's room. Turning on her light, I discovered that she was just the way I had left her, before Lonnie interrupted me, naked under the rumpled pink blanket. Looking down on her, I saw that her eyes were closed and that she had the peaceful expression of sleep on her pretty face. I pulled the blanket from her and tossed it on the floor, looking back at her young, feminine curves and her small breasts and the alluring, black patch at the jut of her pussy, as I pulled off my shirt and removed my pants. Man, I needed to fuck her! Standing by her bed, I massaged my hands all over her warm, soft body, feeling every inch of her neck and cheeks and chest and breasts and stomach and thighs and then, finally, her pussy. My cock pounded with blood and sexual yearning as I ran my fingers through the soft hair at her mound and down between her legs where I let my fingers roam over her smooth, pulpy lips and then into the moist gash between them. Leaning over her, and working a finger into the hot cave of her vagina, I racked my brain, trying to figure out just the right, new way to enjoy her. Coming up with a novel idea, I pulled my finger from her, sniffed the piquant scent of her pussy from it, and then reached down and manhandled her onto her stomach. Once I had done that, I grabbed her by her smooth, rounded hips and pulled her ass upwards, tucking her knees under her so that the unconscious teen was now settled, face to the side, on the pillow, with her ass in the air and her arms at her sides. Jacking my cock to make it ready, I got on the bed, on my knees behind her, and then, looking down at her wide, soft-looking ass, I guided the head of my cock forward until it was being kissed by the succulent lips of her moistened pussy. Finding her hole, I gripped the sexy curves of her hips, just below her thin waist, and pulled her to my loins as I pushed my hard cock forward. It was agonizingly thrilling as I watched my thick rod sink into her and felt her hot, tight vagina stretch around my member as it received me. When my lower stomach made contact with her warm ass cheeks, I paused for a moment, taking in all the sexy sensations, and then, holding her firmly by her curves and looking down at her wasp-like waist, I began to thrust and pull her onto me, fucking into Tia with a renewed, savage sexual energy. I could feel the head of my cock, impacting against the far end of her vagina, in the mysterious depths of her feminine body, as I fucked the little girl hard and listened to my loins slap against her ass. I could also, as I looked up at the side of her face, hidden by the drape of jet-black hair that had fallen over her cheeks, hear the breath whistle from her lips each time I thrust my cock forward into her. "Your body likes this, doesn't it, Tia?" I said as I bent over her and, reaching around her waist, pushed my hand down between her fleshy thighs until I found her pussy mound. Now I gripped and rubbed her sex as I fucked in it, feeling her lips stretch around her clit as my cock screwed into her tight hole. I began to swirl my fingers around that clit now, sensing with my cock that her vagina was becoming more slippery as it secreted its slimy lubricant. I could hear the breath catch in her throat as I rubbed her pussy and screwed her, feeling my own climax welling up inside me. I removed my hand from between her thighs and, looking down, spread her ass cheeks so I could see where my cock was about to spew its sexual load. I could see the delicate skin, around her vagina, cling to the root of my cock as I worked it in and back, and above that, the puckered rosebud of Tia's pink asshole, pursing at me as I churned my cock inside of her. I placed my thumb over the tight-looking bud. Feeling it gyrate as it responded to the movements of my hard cock in her adjoining entrance. Curious now, I pushed a finger into Tia's ass. It felt very hot and tight inside of her and I could actually feel my cock as it pushed in and out of her pussy, through the thin wall of her rectum. I stopped thrusting, looking down at my finger, buried in her ass opening. As I maneuvered my finger around in her, I fully withdrew my glistening cock and sat down for a closer look. Pulling my finger out, I saw her pink bud close back tightly. What was Peggy so upset about? I wondered, as I leaned my face to her sexy, upturned behind. I sniffed her, smelling only salty sweat and the earthy fragrance of freshly churned pussy. I pressed the cheek of my face to the cheek of her soft, pillowy ass and then, turning forward, I planted a kiss right on the cute, ripply, little orifice. It didn't kiss back, but what was I expecting? Gingerly, I extended my tongue and touched the pretty pucker with the tip of it. It felt soft and dainty and I broadened my tongue and licked over it. There was only a mellow, salty flavor. Now, rising to my knees behind her, I took hold of the sides of her hips and pushed my face deep between her soft, upturned cheeks, licking into her ass as if it were her vagina. I could feel the lips of her pussy spread against my chin as my tongue probed deeply into the tight opening. Tia's pussy made my chin slick with her sexual lubricant and I began to lower my face and lick that sweet nectar from her and then I began to lick her from her clit, over her inner lips and into the cave of her vagina, and then on past to her puckered asshole, again and again and again. My cock ached now, burdened with the load that I had to exhaust. I got up from the bed, wiping my pussy-scented face, and pulled Tia's pillow out from under her head. Then I wadded it up and pushed it under her midsection, pulling her legs from under her, so that her lower stomach came to rest on the pillow and her round ass was now raised upward for me. Then, trembling from the energy of my lust, I spread her legs and got onto the bed, dropping to my knees between her fleshy thighs. Holding my cock, I lowered my body over her, steering my member as the head of my dick pressed between her warm ass cheeks. It was harder to search for her ass opening but, after sinking into her pussy once, by mistake, I thought I was against it and I pressed forward, feeling her anus pucker against my throbbing knob, resisting it until the force of my pushing (and the lube from her pussy) caused it to snap past her puckered opening and pass through into the heat of her tight rectum. I had to pause, to steady myself over her body for a moment, but then I pressed forward some more and felt my cock sinking slowly into her depths. When my loins meshed against the twin, fleshy pads of her soft ass cheeks, I lay myself down on the curvature of her back and, pressing my face to the silky hair at her neck, began to slowly fuck her. God her ass felt good! I had never felt the sensations of fucking a girl from this angle, or in this entrance, before. Soft structures, within her rectum, tightly caressed my penis as my loins meshed with the fleshy cushions of her girlish ass, pushing my cock far into her eliminatory depths. It was heavenly! And I could soon feel my orgasm forming in my spine and nut sack. I began to fuck Tia faster, kissing her neck now and pushing my hand down between her flat lower stomach and the pillow so I could grip the furry bump of her pussy as I drove my cock deeper into her ass. As I gripped around her crotch, feeling her downy pubic bone pressing hard against my palm, my fingers snaked around to her gooey, open slit and I began to rub her slickened clitoris again, squeezing it between my middle fingers as I worked her thighs further apart with my legs and pushed my cock into her tight passage deeper and harder. "Ooh," Tia moaned under me as I fucked her in the ass. "Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh." Odd, I thought, as I fucked her more urgently, listening to her tiny voice but confused by the immensity of my fast approaching climax. I must be forcing the breath from her with the weight of my body and each deep thrust, I reasoned. I lifted my upper body from her slightly, putting all my weight against her upthrust ass as I pressed firmly between her supple thighs and began to fuck even deeper into her, squeezing that open, pussy gash tighter with my trapped hand. "Ooh. Ooh. Ooh," her little voice went on, as I fucked her anal passage and diddled that hard, slimy clit with my fingertips, unhearing and uncaring as that overwhelming sensation of climax began to take hold of me. Then I felt Tia's little body go stiff under me and her pussy seemed to press down hard on my slippery fingertips, as her ass pushed back at my loins, and her asshole suddenly clamped on my fucking cock, in a grip so hard it almost gave me pain. But instead of pain, I felt the rush of pleasure as my cock seemed to explode and gush a pressurized stream of cum deep into Tia's hot, clutching shitter. "Ahhhh!" I screamed as the restriction of her asshole, on my cock, was like pinching a garden hose and it seemed to make the sensation of cuming ten times more intense. I screamed again as I felt another shot of semen spurt from my constricted cock and I looked down at where my loins joined her ass so I could see the feminine curves of the warm body I was spending my cum into. I could see her fleshy cheeks tighten as I pushed forcefully inward, letting loose another streaming load of sperm. "Oooh!" I yelled again as my strong climax continued and I noticed that Tia's body was still rigid and still locked in the rigor of the same orgasm I was having. In the blur of my climax, I thought I noticed Tia's little hand, now on the bed beside her face, balled into a fist and clutching a portion of her sheet. It seemed to open, just as I felt her puckered asshole relax its fist-like grip on my spurting cock. Three more shots of sperm erupted from me before my climax ebbed and I collapsed onto Tia's flat, moist back, panting into the side of her face as I felt her body heaving beneath me and heard the sounds of her panting as well. I carefully pulled my hand from under her lower belly and, turning to my side, withdrew my diminishing cock from the soft, fleshy clamp of her ass. Looking down, as it cleared her pink, open hole, I saw to my surprise that, though it was moist with fluid, my cock was relatively clean. Just a long strand of clear seminal fluid clung to the tip and strung to her hole which, as I watched it, puckered back to its original, closed, rosebud, appearance. "No need to clean you up," I said as I lightly patted Tia's soft ass and got up from the bed. I went into the bathroom and cleaned my cock and then I returned to Tia and manhandled her onto her back, brushing the black hair, that clung to her face, onto her pillow. Her eyes were still closed and her breathing had returned to its slow, steady normalcy as I dressed her and pulled her covers to her neck. I dressed myself now and, just before I left, I leaned to her and kissed her forehead and said, "Sleep tight, little sex doll. I'll see you tomorrow." I was exhausted when I got back to my apartment. All I could do was peel my clothes off and drag myself into bed, where I lapsed into a deep sleep. I was awakened by the loud buzzing of my doorbell. Rubbing my eyes, as I came fitfully awake, I looked at my alarm clock and saw that it was just past noon. The doorbell kept buzzing as I pulled myself out of bed and stood on shaky legs. "I'm coming," I yelled as I stooped for my pants on the floor. As I lifted my leg to pull on my pants, I noticed that my dangling cock felt raw and sore and ached from all of last evenings activities. It should, I realized, as I snapped the catch at my waistband, it had been in two mouths, three pussies and an ass last night! The doorbell kept up its insistent buzzing until I rushed from the room and out to answer it. Dr. Rumsfeld, the hospice administrator, and another man in a black suit, were standing there. "Dr. Rumsfeld," I said, rubbing my eyes, "Good morning, sir. What brings you here?" Dr. Rumsfeld looked oddly grim as he cleared his throat and said, "Bob, it's about the Mieneke girl. The patient in room 11." My heart began to beat faster and the sleep cleared from my head as I said, "Is she alright?" Dr. Rumsfeld held his hand up. "Bob, did you check on her last night?" "Yes sir," I said. "She was fine then. No sign of trouble. Is she dead?" "Bob," Dr. Rumsfeld said grimly, "at 8:05 this morning, when nurse Weston brought in her water, Tia Mieneke looked over at her and asked how her brother was." I shook my head to clear it, unsure of what I had just heard. "What?" Dr. Rumsfeld nodded. "The nurse dropped her tray and ran for Dr. Clifford who found the girl to be awake and aware and, apparently, assuming her accident had happened only yesterday." "Oh wow!" I said, feeling a rush of relief and happiness at this surprising turn of events. "Bob there's more.." "Yeah?" "The Mieneke girl was examined by Dr. Clifford, and she was found to have been sexually molested." "What?" "He found signs of vaginal and anal trauma and semen in her vagina and rectum." "He did?" I swallowed hard. Dr. Rumsfeld turned and gestured to the other man now. "This is Lieutenant Christopher of the Sex Crimes Division." I looked at the large, grim man as Rumsfeld spoke. He didn't look like a person with a sense of humor. "I'm afraid you'll have to come with me," he said, reaching for my arm. That was two years ago. I never saw Tia again. She wasn't at the trial because there was no trial. I stood mute to the charges of sexual assault. They had me cold anyway. The funny thing is, Dr. Clifford and Dr. Rumsfeld both stated to the Judge, and to Mr. and Mrs. Mieneke, that it was my fucking her that brought Tia around and somehow reconnected her brain and her body. Isn't that a riot? I was the one who cured her! And for that, I'm in prison! I never even got so much as a thank you from Mr. or Mrs. Mieneke. In fact, Mr. Mieneke threatened to have me killed! I did get a letter from Tia's brother though, just last week. He said that he shouldn't be writing me, but he heard what the doctors had said and he remembered our chat and wanted to thank me for what I did. He also told me that Tia was not aware of me, or what happened, and that he hoped it would stay that way. He said that his sister had totally recovered and that she had completed High School and was going to college, in New York, and studying to be (of all things) a nurse! I also got a letter from Candy. That was about a year ago. She wrote that she was working as the head nurse at a retirement home and that she was sorry that I had gotten into so much trouble. She said that she heard from Peggy and that, after Peggy had left the hospice, she moved to a place called Beaverton, Oregon and got a job, as a nurse, at a local hospital. Candy also wrote that Peggy had met a handsome, young, unmarried, Methodist minister and was engaged. She said that Peggy was a Sunday School teacher now. Imagine that. Peggy, reading bible stories to little kids, using the same pretty mouth that she once used to lick my asshole! I often think about Candy and Peggy. But mostly I think about Tia and the last time I ever sank my cock into a soft, warm female body. I know she isn't aware of me, but I think she should be. I think she should be told about the man who cured her and brought her out of her coma. I think she should be told and have the opportunity to properly thank me. I guess I'll just have to be the one to do it. And I will! I know she'll be mature enough to understand when I tell her. After all, when I get out of here, she'll be 47. YOUR COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED. IF YOU HAVE ANY COMMENTS ON THIS STORY, CONTACT EMERSON AT DETROIT OnÈineÍBBS, (313)538-9361. Other stories by Emerson Laken-Palmer: "The House of Joy" "Ellen" "Digger" "Cristy" "Lusting For Valerie" "The Pussy Show" "Tempest" "Eddie and His Sisters" "Different Sisters" (c)-1995 áçsBBS -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |