He was alone in a double room, his leg in a cast. Other than the leg injury, he was in perfect shape – and bitching about inactivity.
"Good evening. And how are we tonight?" she said sweetly.
"Good evening," he mimicked. "How are we this evening? We are damned sick of just lying around and watching TV, that's how we are." He crossed his arms defiantly, as if hoping she'd argue with him.
"I agree."
"Huh?"
"You need some recreation. So do I. See anything you like?" She made a point of bending over so that her ass was pointed directly at the man. She wiggled it just enough for him to get the full impact of what she was saying.
"Hell, yes!"
"So do something about it!"
His hand snaked under her skirt and began worming its way up her white-stockinged leg. She spread her legs apart a little more a he found her snatch. She moaned softly when his fingers closed on her soggy bush. He was giving her exactly what she needed after striking out with Doctor Wilson.
And, if he were as bored as he sounded, this would certainly brighten up his dreary night.
She let him run his hands over the smooth flare of her ass, then backed up so that he was able to pull her panties down over her behind. She kicked away the useless cotton panties and turned to face him.
Lifting her skirt, she exposed her flowing snatch for his appreciative gaze. "Isn't this better than TV?"
"That's better than anything!"
"What are you going to do about it?" she asked him. Her fingers were already running under the cool shoots and the absurd dressing gown he wore to search out the man's prick. When she found it, the cock was long and hard and ready to bury itself in her cunt.
"Not much, dammit. I can't move very well."
She saw that was true. The heavy leg cast held him firmly to the bed. He certainly wouldn't be able to fuck her with all the skill and expertise that Luke had used. She'd have to do something about that.
In a smooth movement, she spun in midair and planted her ass firmly on the man's crotch. The long pillar of his cock poked up between her legs. She remained sitting on his lap for a moment while she rearranged her skirt. She didn't want anyone walking in on them and wondering what was happening.
This was perfect. She lifted her ass and then dropped back down on the man's prick. It slipped easily into her well-greased pussy. She was facing the door, sitting up, with the cock firmly embedded in her cunt. And he could lie back and simply enjoy while she fucked herself on his prick.
"Is this okay?" she needlessly asked.
"Christ, yes! My God, it's been so fucking long!"
"Yes, it does feel long. Very long inside my cunt!"
"No, no, no! So long since I had a woman! Do it! Go on and do it!"
She smiled and began a slow twisty motion around his impaling cock. She loved the way it seemed to clutch and twist the inner membrane of her pussy. It was tearing her apart inside – and she wanted more of it!
"You're so big in me! I can't believe it!"
"You can't believe it! Lady, if you don't fuck yourself fast, I'm gonna cream just like a kid getting his first piece of ass. It's been that long, believe me!"
She believed him. He'd been in an auto wreck and had spent almost three months in the hospital. He was about ready to leave and she couldn't think of a nicer going away present than this.
Bouncing up and down pulled his cock out of her cunt, then stuffed it back in. She tensed her stomach muscles and felt her cunt walls collapse around his prick. It was throbbingly hard and swollen inside her. She fancied she could feel the contours of that huge prick.
Tensing and relaxing her pussy walls, she let his cock dance wildly in her cunt. The big blue vein on the top of his cock was hammering fiercely against her tender cunt. She could tell every time his heart beat out an excited pulse. His cock was making her come alive, transmitting his vibrancy to her.
"Here we go!"
She began really fucking herself on the man's cock. Turning and moving, she ran up and down the pole of his prick until she felt the tiny embers of her lust flaring into fires. Then the fires burst into flames that threatened to consume her totally.
"Hard to keep control," he mumbled. "Your cunt's so tiiiight!"
She couldn't even answer him. She had her eyes screwed tightly shut and was enjoying this to the maximum. His cock was delving deeper and deeper into her closely guarded cunt until she was almost sobbing with the pleasure she got.
Never could she remember having needed a man's cock in her so much. The tensions and frustration of her job had built up to the point where she needed this release from her every day realities.
The cock was the soothing, exciting medicine she required to keep her sanity. And if it helped the man at the same time, so much the better.
"D-don't come, not yet!" she begged. "Gotta get… get off! Let me feel that sweet prick of yours all the way!"
The juices from her agitated cunt oozed out around the man's thick cock to trickle all over his balls and her ass. The tickly sensation spread as the thick oils lubricated her entire ass. She was burning up from searing desire rampaging in her cunt. The oils helped soothe it a little.
But the inner need remained.
She turned and twisted until she came. The skin had been stretching tighter and tighter around her snatch. As the man's cock came rushing into her cunt, it pulled the skin taut around her clit. The tiny organ had been poking out to see what was happening.
As she drove the spike of hard manmeat into her seething hot, steamy pussy, the clit snapped to rigid attention. She felt as if a red-hot poker had been jammed into her body.
Her cunt convulsed and rippled the entire length of the man's prick. She gave him the fucking of his life. Not only was she virgin-tight, she was hot and oozing out her lust via the thick fuck fluids from her cunt.
"Can't hold it back," he muttered. "Want to but can't!"
She felt the hot blast of his jism splatter into her agitated cunt walls. His cock leaped and bucked wildly as he spewed out his creamy load into her hungry cunt.
The first feathery streamer of his jizz was enough to make the woman gasp in reaction. As the second spurt hit her sensitive cunt flesh, she came.
Her body went berserk. She thrashed around the pole of cock shoved up her pussy until she was exhausted both physically and emotionally. By the time the ice and iron grip of orgasm had left her, the man's cock had deflated and lay limp between his legs.
He was gasping for air and smiling. He said, "This is the best damn therapy I've gotten since I came to this hospital."
She smiled back, telling him, "We try to please."
But Peggy was feeling the gnawing sensation returning to her belly. The fucking had been good; it had been necessary. But it simply wasn't enough. She was too hot for it to fully sate her rampaging desires.
She'd have to find other, less worn out fields to harvest.
CHAPTER THREE
Peggy Martin walked her rounds in the hospital, scheming how she could get into Doctor Wilson's pants. His cock was dormant. She wondered if the man ever felt anything like lust. She wondered if he ever felt anything. Period.
He was such a cold fish. A good doctor, sure, but never really reacting to any of the hot tail bustling around the hospital. Peggy couldn't remember ever hearing a single nurse brag about balling him.
It would be such a waste if he turned out to be a fag. But she didn't think he was. The talk would have raced through the hospital grapevine even faster tan if he'd finally screwed one of the nurses. No, Doctor Wilson was just a remote, aloof man. And she would have to find out what turned him on.
Thinking about seducing the doctor had made her even hornier. The pressures she felt were mounting by the minute. The brief fucking with the patient in the leg cast had taken a bit of the edge off her needs, but not much. He hadn't been able to last long enough to really satisfy her lusty needs. She sometimes wondered if she were a nymphomaniac. Her sexual drive was always in high gear.