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Sex Doll, The (MF, orgies)
by Emerson Laken-Palmer

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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.
