Each stroke was designed to bury the man a little deeper into her belly. The speed never slackened. He was fucking her full-out now. But the depth increased until he was grinding his crotch hard against hers at the end of every stoke.
Her fingers ripped and tore at his shin. The passions wracking her were too intense for her to handle. She came.
Her scream ripped through the silence of the hospital. But no one heard or cared. It wasn't that unusual at night to hear screams from patients. And when it wasn't repeated, it was automatically put into the "don't bother" category by anyone who happened to hear.
But Peggy cared. She was more alive than she could remember. And it was the doctor's cock that was doing it to her. She shivered every time his burning rod of prick fucked deep into her seething hot cunt. The ecstasy of the fucking made her come again.
And then she felt the telltale throb in the man's prick. He was nearing the end of the line. It wouldn't be long before he got his rocks off.
She decided to help him along. He had eased the intense longing she'd felt as she watched him fucking Denise. The least she could do was make certain this was enjoyable for him, too.
Tensing her stomach muscles, she clamped down hard on his bidden prick. She felt her cunt collapsing along his entire length from balls to the purple knob at the end of the cock. Relaxing, then tensing again, gave a massaging action that doomed the man.
He couldn't help himself. He jetted out gallon after gooey gallon of his white-hot jism.
The first touch of that fiercely heated man seed set off Peggy again. Wracked by orgasm, she moaned and thrashed around under the man until they were both exhausted.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him. She said, her voice still husky from the fucking, "You're fabulous."
"And you're no slouch, yourself. God, the way you clamped down on me, I thought you'd smash me flat."
She reached between their legs and pulled out his limp, deflated cock. "I must have done something to it. This sure isn't the fucking tool you had when we started."
Luke laughed and slipped off the bed. "I hate to fuck and run, but, like Denise, I've got patients to attend to."
"You can attend to me again." Peggy spread her legs a bit wider so he could see her flaming red bush.
He licked his lips, then said, "Hell, what's another fifteen minutes? And how many times do I get to eat a snack as tempting as this!"
It was closer to a half-hour before he left the exhausted nurse on the bed.
CHAPTER TWO
"I still say Luke is better," declared Peggy. "I don't care what you say about Victor or Michael. Luke is a damn sight better in the sack than either of them!"
"Oh, I don't know about that," said Denise, rocking back in her chair. The half-eaten sandwich in front of her was being neglected while she argued the finer points of lovemaking with her friend.
"I do. I've fucked all three of them. Luke is a lot better."
"Better, maybe, than Doctor Wilson?"
Peggy had to stop and think about that. She had often wondered how good a lay Doctor Arthur Wilson was. The man seemed so cold, so aloof. There was a virility about him that excited not only her but the other nurses as well.
And not a one of them had ever screwed the man.
"How should I know? But I'd like to find out," Peggy admitted.
"Wouldn't we all? I remember the first time I saw Doctor Wilson. He might have been a God descended from above. Tall, distinguished looking, so damned capable! No man should be that capable! I almost melted. I wanted him to take me in his arms and…"
"And nothing," declared Peggy. "Screw his arms. I wanted to feel his prick fucking me!"
They both laughed. That was exactly the way the man affected all the nurses. And he was the only one of the doctors who'd never fooled around. Peggy didn't even know if the man was married or not. He went about his business in a professional way, never showing the strain of surgery, cool and like some distant block of granite.
"Yeah, I have the same feeling. But what the hell? There are others around who are probably as good, maybe better."
"That's rationalizing," Peggy told her friend. "I'm going to go out and see if I can't find out what he's like firsthand. Up close and personal, as they say on television."
"That's what they say, but that's not what they mean."
"That's what I mean!"
"Well, you've got a chance, at least. You're assigned to him this week, aren't you?"
Peggy's green eyes sparkled. "Yes," was all she said but there was more meaning in that one word than if she'd talked for an hour. They both knew she was going to do her damnedest to find out what Doctor Wilson was like in the sack.
"You'd better get to it, then. I hear he's a stickler for punctuality. And you've got to make the rounds with him."
"Ooops, you're right. See you. Afterwards!"
"Dreamer." But Denise envied her friend. If anyone could crack the polar exterior of Doctor Wilson, it was her hot friend.
Peggy ran down the halls and came skidding up in front of Doctor Wilson's office. She boldly went in and saw him. Her heart lurched a little in her chest when he looked up at her. There was a penetration to his stare that cut right to her very soul. The eyes were gray and cold, like chips of an iceberg. He was all business and he expected everyone around him to act in the same manner.
"You're late, Miss Martin. Never mind. Let's see how the patients in the ward are doing."
As he moved to leave the room, Peggy made sure she crushed against him. Her hand lightly touched his crotch. She felt a huge cock lying there, dormant and unstirring. For a fleeting second, she wondered what it would take to wake up that sleeping giant.
Then Doctor Wilson said, "Please keep your hands to yourself, Miss Martin. Business, and I don't mean monkey business, is what we're here for."
"Of course, sir." She felt like a little girl being told she had to stay after school.
The inspection tour of the ward went quickly, efficiently. The man was almost like a robot. But no robot ever exuded the sex appeal he did. His capable hands probed and touched and felt all the right places on the patients. Peggy wistfully wished she could have been a patient just to be on the receiving end of one of those caresses.
Only once did he show any emotion. One of the patients had died. He ran a strong hand back through his thick graying hair, then said, "Shit." It was so low she could barely make it out.
The man had a human lurking under the shell of duty. She knew she could break through it if she kept trying. The rest of the inspection did not please her, though. No matter how subtle or how blatant she was, she couldn't get a rise out of the man. He seemed totally impervious to her charms. Peggy hated to come right out and ask, "Why don't we find an empty room and fuck?"
That was so crass. Besides, she had the uneasy feeling that Doctor Wilson would see her fired if she ever said a thing like that to him.
No, she had to find the right button to push.
But what was it? He was so dominant!
"Try to keep your libido in check, Miss Martin, as you finish the rounds. I'm due in surgery in twenty minutes." He spun and stalked off, head held high and dignified. Peggy sighed as he marched away. She's struck out worse than she had since she was in high school and just learning the ways of men.
"Well, hell," she said to herself. "I got myself all hot and bothered and for nothing!"
Her cunt was sluggishly flowing out its lust for the man of iron and ice. Since she was going to get no satisfaction from him, she'd have to find another remedy for her gnawing lust. Glancing at the list of patients, she found a man who would be good medicine for her.