Donna Allen - Three-way nurse

With her white uniform pushed up around her waist and the cheeks of her ass perched on the edge of the desk, Nurse Christie Cannon opened her thighs and exposed her cunt to Harvey Adams.

Harvey was the pharmacist at the Park Ridge Hospital. He was a soft-spoken guy, a bachelor in his forties, and everyone who worked at the hospital liked him. He always flirted a little with Christie, in that mild way of his, and she never thought anything of it. Until this morning. Right after she started her shift, Harvey approached her and announced he'd give both his arms and legs for the opportunity to lick her pussy.

That special feeling of a man's mouth on her cunt was something Christie always relished. It was never so completely satisfying as a good, hard cock in there, but it had a special meaning all its own. It proved to her beyond any doubt that the man craved to please her. Christie liked to be pleased.

She told Harvey it was unnecessary to give up his arms and legs. She told him he needed his arms and legs, in order to work in the hospital pharmacy. She pulled him into an empty office and proceeded to unveil the object of his desire.

Since Christie never wore panties, the unveiling was rather sudden. She'd always felt constrained and completely sexless in white pantyhose. A white garter belt and white nylons gave her more freedom and made her feel sexy. Doing without panties meant she could take advantage of sudden opportunities.

More important, a bare pussy framed by a garter belt and stockings always seemed to drive men crazy, particularly the doctors, and driving men crazy was something Christie had long ago decided was one of the more worthwhile things in life. Maybe almost as good as chocolate chip ice cream. The advantage of chocolate chip ice cream was that she'd be able to enjoy it at the age of ninety.

The expression on Harvey's face was thrilling. She quivered at the rapture in his eyes as he gazed at her pussy. She had dark hair, even darker at her crotch, and there was plenty of it. Tucking up her uniform to keep it from getting stained, she pursed her lips in a kiss. She leaned back on her hands and drew up her legs, hooking the heels of her white shoes on the edge of the desk. She glanced down at the gaping red gash of her cunt, and then looked at Harvey and smiled.

"It won't bite, Harvey. It's what you wanted, isn't it? All for you. Warm it up, honey. Come on, I have to get back to the ward."

He pulled over a chair. He sat down with his face no more than a foot away from her open pussy. She smiled at the way he seemed hypnotized by her pussy. She could see his nostrils twitching as he sniffed her.

"I don't have much time," she said. "Maybe you don't like it. This was your idea, you know. Do you like my pussy, Harvey?" He spoke without moving his eyes from her crotch. "It's gorgeous," he said. "I knew you'd have a nice one, but this is really beautiful!"

Christie chuckled. She felt more relaxed now. She knew he was going to be good at it. A man had to like cunt in order to be any good at sucking it. She wasn't really due on the ward for nearly an hour. She had all the time in the world more than enough time to have his mouth and tongue send her over the rainbow.

"Come on, lover," she said. "It's time."

Placing a hand on the inner side of each leg, he moved his mouth to her cunt.

She almost cried out as she felt his tongue begin lapping at her pussy like a child licking an ice cream cone. His delicate touch was unexpected. Most men dug in immediately, filling their mouths with cunt-meat. She was always thrilled at the way they growled and slurped and made sucking noises. The gynecology residents were usually the noisiest. Maybe it had something to do with frustration. They spent all day looking at pussies without being able to really do anything to them, and when they finally had one available they simply lost control. Ferocious sucking was delightful, but a little too disorganized. Christie liked the action to be more deliberate.

Harvey was very deliberate. He'd now widened the area of his lapping to the insides of her thighs. He was giving her a tongue-bath, completely wetting everything with his saliva, from the tops of her stockings to her navel. At intervals, he zeroed in his tongue on her cuntslit and began sliding it from top to bottom and bottom to top until she shuddered. After a few minutes of being washed over by Harvey's agile wet tongue, Christie's fat pink clit was out stiff and quivering. Once her clit came out, Harvey maliciously avoided it. Slipping his tongue lower down, he pushed it deep into her cunt-hole.

Christie stared down at the top of his head and groaned softly. She could feel his tongue in there. The sensation produced by his long, eel-like, muscular tongue was delicious. He moved his tongue in and out like a small cock. He had a clever way of rubbing his nose on her clit each time he pushed his tongue into her wet cunt-hole. She was flooded, not just wet. Cunt-juice was oozing out of her in a torrent. Harvey finally pulled back and looked up at her with a juice-coated, glistening face.

"How am I doing?" he said.

Christie nodded. "It's wonderful, Harvey. But maybe you could pay more attention to my clit."

He chuckled. "I know all about clits," he said. "I'm an expert."

His hands were on her legs again, his slurping mouth at her cunt. This time he slurped. The delicate stage was finished. He moved his tongue around with pressure behind it, probing all her crevices and folds. He spread her legs wider with his hands, then buried his tongue as deep as he could get it in the grip of her cunt-hole. He had a way of vibrating his tongue that brought shivers to her spine.

She pulled his face deeper into her crotch. She could feel her cunt-juice running down onto her asshole and it drove her wild. She hooked her legs over his shoulders and began moving her hips up and down. He struggled at first, half suffocated, and then resumed vibrating his tongue. When he finally rolled his tongue-tip over her swollen clit, she lurched up at him with a grunt.

"Suck it!" she hissed. "Suck my clit!"

She rolled her ass and pushed her crotch against his chin. Holding him firmly by the head, she stroked into his mouth, pumping against his tongue. She was fucking him now, rocking her cunt back and forth on his face to bring herself off. She rode steadily up to her climax, crooning and wailing as she massaged her clit over his lips and teeth and nose and chin. When the spasms finally hit her, she held his head firmly in her crotch and came on his face. She fell back on her desktop with a deep groan and covered her sopping wet cunt with her hand her head tilted to the side.

After the session with Harvey Adams, Christie walked into they surgical ward a bit disheveled. She hoped it wasn't too noticeable, but Head Nurse Angie Biddle sniffed and gave her a strange look. After checking over the chart on the ward desk, Christie hurried off to the washroom to clean up for the second time since leaving Harvey. Angie Biddle had a notorious sense of smell, and Christie wasn't taking any chances. Christie secluded herself in one of the half-dozen cubicles in the nurse's john. She pulled up her uniform and perched on the edge of the toilet seat. She dabbed and blotted her pussy. She smiled at the way she quickly juiced up again at the touch of her own hand. Her cuntlips hung out drooping and swollen, not yet recovered from Harvey's sucking. This was just one of those days. Her period was due soon and she knew her cunt would be steaming day and night until it happened. Bending her head down to watch, she eased two fingers into the grip of her cunt-hole and moaned softly at the sweet sensation.

Jesus, it was good!

She wiggled her fingers and jabbed them in and out. She watched every motion, savoring it all, smiling at the lewd beauty of her masturbation. It was always better when she could see it, when she could watch the sucking mouth of her meaty cunt grasping at her fingers.