("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE CLOSE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2004. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Wet Nurse by Anonymous Author (address withheld) *** The burn ward of the Intensive Care Unit is not the kind of place most guys expect to get lucky. Nut busting was certainly the last thing on my mind as the doctors bandaged up my red, swollen arm. I felt ridiculous explaining that my wife had tossed a sizzling skillet of grits at my face, right before she tossed me out. That's the price I pay for boning her tattle-tale kid sister. (MF, oral, work) *** Robin, my nurse, was a leggy brunette, with creamy jugs that seemed to struggle for freedom from her white uniform. I sprang wood each time she leaned in close enough that I could whiff her musky perfume. However, my enthusiasm wilted when each shake of Robin's ass was accompanied by the prick of a six-inch needle. By the time she led me behind a curtain for my second enema, I decided the good nurse's special treatment had gone too far. "Is this shit really necessary?" I groaned, fighting her efforts to bend me over the gurney. "Can't you see enough of my bare ass through the little green robe?" Robin's only response was to loudly snap on a pair of rubber gloves. Her subsequent yank on my balls was as exciting as it was alarming. I gasped when she began to massage my hairy oysters. "Keep it down," she growled. "You'll wake Mrs. Reucroft out of her coma." I did my best to obey as Robin pulled my meat from behind and swallowed the blood-engorged head like a veiny thermometer. Her tongue tickled up my shaft, sending shock waves of pleasure that overpowered the painkillers. My wang leapt straight up into the air. When I turned around to parade the nine-inch salute across Robin's wide, red mouth, my massive hard- on knocked off her little white hat. She was too busy drooling to notice. Gentle kisses to the underbelly of my white whale followed. With a deep breath, Robin ingested the entire length; then just as quickly spit out my rod, leaving lipstick tracks all the way to the base. I returned the favor by smearing the Max Factor mess on her cheeks, like a kid with his dick in the finger paints. Robin appreciated my artistic attempts enough to lift her skirt and offer her splayed pussy as my next canvas. I laid her curvaceous, 5-11 frame on a nearby bed and plunged shvantz-first between Robin's quivering thighs. Immediately, her eyes rolled back in her head, accompanied by the kind of shriek that comes from a hot piece of ass who hasn't even diddled a candy-stripe girl in months. The violent arch of Robin's back was like an orgasmic standing ovation. I plunged in and out of Robin's canal with sweaty urgency, driving her squeals to a pitch that only dogs could hear. That's when I recognized the rhythmic beeping of a heart-rate monitor. "Oh, my God," I gasped, still ravaging Robin's fish hole. "We're screwing on top of Mrs. Reucroft!" The stethoscope-wielding slut was too fuck silly to concern herself with the Hippocratic oath. "Who cares?" howled Robin, grinding her ass furiously enough to mash my nuts. "If the bitch were conscious, she'd love it!" I wasn't going to argue for a second opinion; after all, there did seem to be a smile on the old lady's comatose lips. Truth be told, Mrs. Reucroft wasn't bad for a vegetable. She resembled Ann-Margret with bigger hoots, which bounced out from under the hospital sheets each time Robin bucked her butt. Soon I was paying more attention to Mrs. Reucroft's mature, milky sacks and massive areolas than I was to Robin. Somehow I had to wake this sexy invalid; maybe Mrs. Reucroft would be so grateful, I could score her phone number. Using every ounce of strength in my bandaged arm, I scooped up Robin's muscular legs, banging her ankles against the sides of Mrs. Reucroft's head in the process. My manhood plunged to such briny depths, I feared the bends with each withdrawal. Robin, now nearly in a naked handstand, somehow met my every impalement with an equally forceful lunge of her loins, and animal grunting. "Harder, you dirty bastard," Robin spit through clenched teeth. "Fuck me hard enough to raise the dead!" After a few more firm strokes, she was speaking in tongues. I jammed my own tongue into Robin's mouth to quell the incoherent babbling, and was rewarded by the tear of her sharp teeth. Thank God the pulsing throb of her spasmodic vage distracted me from the intense pain of Robin's bite. "So Florence Nightingale likes to play rough," I said as fiercely as possible with my impaired speech. Before Robin could reply, I uncorked her hole and flipped the thermometer jockey onto her flat belly. My good hand pried open her rectum as I fumbled to whip the sheets off Mrs. Reucroft. The change of life had been kind to this foxy lady; her voluptuous bod and peek of red pubes gave my member the extra stiffness necessary to penetrate Robin's sphincters. The butt-plugged nurse forced herself up on all fours and eased back, stretching her bung to the breaking point. I slowly swung my hips, building up to the ramming speed that would force a flood of jism into Robin's colon. The inevitable climax was delayed, however, when Robin burrowed her head between Mrs. Reucroft's lifeless legs, and noisily slurped at the poor, unsuspecting woman's snatch! Licking a comatose patient's pussy was going too far, even by my standards. I barked, "Do you have any idea how much trouble you could get us into?" Even though I was red with moral indignation, the pistoning of Robin's seat meat against my crotch was dredging up a splooge deluge of cataclysmic proportions. Much to my amazement, Mrs. Reucroft sat straight up in bed and yanked Robin's mane back in the direction of her squack. "There'll be trouble, all right," croaked Mrs. Reucroft through a matronly smile. "If you don't keep eating me out, I might sue you for malpractice!" Robin frantically mouthed the pink cunt folds as if administering the kiss of life. When Mrs. Reucroft caught an eyeful of my big johnson sinking into Robin's bum, she licked her lips with a hunger that the shitty hospital food couldn't satisfy. I practically leap- frogged over Robin to give her recovering patient a taste of meat-straight from the can. "Mmm. It's been so long since my husband could even get it up," Mrs. Reucroft rhapsodized between mouthfuls. She gobbled my balls and jacked me off with the expertise of a seasoned old cocksucker, only stopping momentarily to guide Robin's tongue back to her love button. This three-way was like the fulfillment of every kinky act I'd ever read about in HUSTLER-except one. "Mrs. Reucroft," I began sheepishly. "Do you suppose I could talk you into giving me a gumjob?" When she promptly pulled out her false choppers and still had an even sexier face than the one buried in her muff, I knew I had finally discovered the older woman of my dreams. The sensation of sliding my rod into that perfectly smooth, warm cavity was like nothing I've ever experienced. I almost lost my footing and fell onto the bed, but felt myself steadied from behind by Robin, who was orally exploring my enema-clean shitter. Mrs. Reucroft's mouth worked like an old-time Hoover vacuum cleaner on full blast; even when her head was perfectly still, I could feel the muscles in the back of her throat pulling at me with nad-churning force. Finally, I grabbed her by the head-gently, so as not to break anything-and fucked Mrs. Reucroft's toothless face like the world's biggest, red-haired pussy. I dropped my load with a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, Mrs. Reucroft hadn't even worked her way up to swallowing chicken soup, let alone a torrential gush of salty semen. She gagged and coughed out my cock, which continued to spray sperm like an out-of- control garden hose. Robin took her face out of my ass long enough to panic. "Oh, no," she cried. "You're not getting jizz all over these sheets after I just had them washed. It's unsanitary!" Instinctively, she milked my pud into a nearby bedpan, then licked it clean in a cum-drunk frenzy. Two days later I received a bill for $25,000. I hope my health insurance covers "felching." End * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 32