by JJ Joella
Danny was doped up, really doped up, and yet he remembered the voice and the incredible guiltless fuck that the nurse had given him the last time he was in the hospital. She had found a way to talk him into it. (Do it for the good of womankind.) Danny also remembered the way he almost died as a result of that supposedly guiltless fuck.
“Oh, no! It can’t be you,” he sighed.
“It is me, your Nurse Suckiesuckie,” the scantily clad woman cooed. “Would you like me to do it again for you?”
“Do what?”
“Suckie you dickie.”
Danny tried to move away from the nurse when he heard her suggestion. “No, that’s all right,” he sighed, and then he felt the pain that burned through him in spite of all the drugs he was on.
“We fighting infection here, Mr. Diddle,” said the nurse. “I think an ejaculation of, you know, some body fluid will help you recovery very much.”
She stepped away from the bed to show off her gossamer thin nurse’s robe and the absolute nothingness underneath, no bra, no panties, just round succulent tits, and a clean-shaven Asian pussy.
“So, you deposit load in my pussy,” said Suckiesuckie as she pulled up the hem of her robe, bent her knees, and used the fingers of one hand to separate her baby-pink cunt lips. And then she giggled sweetly.
“Or perhaps you would like to put you big gooey load right here,” and she bent forward and lifted her breasts so that Danny could squirt all over them.
“Or right here I think is best place to start, don’t you, Mister Diddle?” And Nurse Suckie jerked back Danny’s bedcovers, grabbed his dick, and stuffed it into her mouth.
“Aaahhhh,” sighed Danny, as he felt the swirling caress of Suckiesuckie’s tongue.
“You like my suckie suckie don’t you, Mr. Diddle?”
Danny just moaned with pleasure as the beautiful nurse stroked his cock and ran her tongue over the tip of his cockhead.
“Suckie my titties now, please,” said the nurse as she lowered the top of her gown and let her beautiful breasts fall out in front of Danny’s lips. He stared at her big red nipples for a long moment.
“Is part of you treatment, will relax you so that you can go home to lovely wife much sooner.”
Danny had fallen for this kind of nonsense the last time Nurse Suckie seduced him, and he was falling for it again. He opened his lips and sucked one long hot nipple into his mouth while the nurse continued to stroke his cock until he shuttered with pleasure and blasted a wad of cum that flew up and stuck to the ceiling.
Both Danny and the cute little Asian nurse with the humongous tits stared up at the cum-wad for a moment, and then broke out laughing, which immediately threw Danny into spasms of pain.
“No problem,” said the nurse as she pulled her tingling tit from Danny’s mouth. “We clean all up after finish with you fucky-fucky.” And then she ran to the door of Danny’s hospital room.
“Nurse Vivian,” she called into the hallway. “Mr. Diddle is ready for his first fuck this afternoon. Will you help me, please?”
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Dr. Vivian Lee strode into the room with a sense of professional purpose. Her tight white lab coat squeezed and lifted her large breasts. Her tight pencil skirt accentuated her curvy hips. She wore stiletto heels, seamed stockings, dark rimmed glasses, and a horny smile.
“So, you have prepared the patient,” asked Dr. Lee.
“For good healthy double dip fuck, yes.”
“The let’s get to it,” said the doctor.
“Are you ready for the ride of your life, Mr. Diddle?” she asked carelessly as she ripped open her lab coat and sent buttons popping all over the room. Her massive breasts hung there like two overripe melons as she bent forward and slid off her pencil skirt and panties.
“Oh no, not this time,” said Danny trying to hide his eyes from the tempting vision that now moved seductively toward him.
“But, Danny,” said the doc, “when are you going to get over this foolish monogamy and start satisfying all the women who need that talented tongue of yours? You have such a great gift. I have to believe that you were meant to share it.” And she diddled her twat with her fingers until a steady stream of girl-juice began sdribbling from it.
She raised her cum-drenched fingers to Danny’s mouth and rubbed them across his lips. “Talk to me, sweet boy,” she cooed.
“If you make sure that Candy is safe and in our room all nice and happy like when I get back... then I promise you that we’ll both start being good little boys and girls and....”
“Fuck and suck everyone the Sassy Ass University administration tells you to?”
The young man studied Dr. Lee’s hungry eyes for just a moment and then nodded his assent.
Suddenly Nurse Suckie rose up above the hospital bed beside Danny and raised a shining scalpel right above his eye.
“If you lie, sexy boy, you die,” she growled. “You no cooperate, we find you and kill you and you juicy bitch.”
“I understand,” Danny answered staring back at the nymphomaniacally homicidal nurse. Fear showed in his eyes but also a firm commitment. “We’ll have all the sex the University tells us to.”
“And you speak for you crazy wifey too?” asked Suckie.
It was pretty clear to Danny which of the women he had known recently was crazy, and it wasn’t his wife. It was this whack-job of a nurse, who nevertheless was a wicked sex-machine.
Reading concern in Danny’s eyes, Dr. Vivian Lee spoke up.
“I believe you, Mr. Diddle,” she said. And she nodded to Nurse Suckie, and the buxom Japanese nurse tossed the blade across the floor.
“We’re all good here,” said Dr. Lee, and she smiled. Then she reached to the bedside table. The beautiful Chinese doctor lifted the telephone and dialed one quick number. Her nipples hung tantalizingly over Danny’s lips as she spoke into the phone for just a moment.
“Yes, okay. Here then,” said the doc after a moment and she held the phone to Danny Diddle’s ear. He listened, nodded, and then smiled.
“Done,” he said to the doctor, and she immediately jumped up on the bed, flung one gorgeous, long leg over Danny’s face and then lowered her pussy onto his lips. Meanwhile, Nurse Suckie took the opportunity to climb onto Danny’s kinky dong right behind the doctor and ride him cowgirl style while she squeezed Dr. Lee’s massive tits, and both women squirted and whooped and hollered and fucked Danny Diddle like a couple of oversexed cowgirls.
CHAPTER SEVEN
CANDY GOES WILD
“So, listen up all of you,” said Buck Cassidy. “Our beautiful Candy here has agreed to stop fighting to honor the old fashioned commitment to her marriage vows and to participate more willingly in the sexual programs of Sassy Ass University.
“What the hell does that mean?” Andy asked.
Candy giggled. “It means that Danny and I will stop feeling guilty whenever anyone asks us for a little sex. From now on we’ll just go with the flow, and whatever happens, just happens.”
And, to show just which flow she was talking about, Candy squirted all over the nearest dick in the room. It happened to belong to Tracy Westwood.
“Can we let the girl down now, Buck?” he asked pointing to the rope and pulley that held Candy’s arms up over her head.
The old cowhand nodded, smiled, pulled out his six-shooter, and blasted a bullet right through the rope that had held Candy’s arms up for so long. She fell forward directly onto Tracy, and the force of her fall (and probably the weight of her humongous tits) knocked them both over and onto the heavy shag carpet.
“Mmmmm. I like this,” sighed Candy as she went with the flow, which in this case was Tracy sliding his big black dick all over her pussy and starting a gush that promised to last all afternoon. So why not stick it into her?
That’s just what Tracy did, and so Candy was bucking up and down on him with wild abandon.
“Yee-hah! Ride her, cowgirl,” called Buck, and he immediately marched across the room, grabbed Ju
gs Mackenzie by her hips, spun her around, bent her over at the waist, and plowed his big old cowboy schlong into her scorching hot pussy.
“Oh yeah!” called Jugs in delight. “There’s nothing better than an old cowhand who knows his way around a girl’s juice box.” And with that, she let loose as big a squirt of girl cum as any Candy Plum had ever launched.
“Hey, what about me?” asked Andy as he walked sadly toward the corner of the room. “Guess I’ll jest have ta take care a myself.” And he started jerking off as he backed into the corner watching Tracy fucking Candy and Buck doing Jugs.
“Not so fast, boy,” Jugs called between hard thrusts from Buck’s big dick. “I need something to suck on, so bring that throbbing piece of meat over my way."
“All right!” cheered Andy, and he rushed over to the horny brunette, brought his rock hard penis over to the luscious cowgirl, and let her suck it all the way down her throat.
Meanwhile, Candy’s pussy thrilled to the deep penetration of Tracy’s monster cock, and Jugs couldn’t get enough of Buck’s hard pounding. Everything seemed to be going very well when suddenly a loud whistle blew.
Someone blasted door open, and Campus Cop Cali girl Buxton marched into the room, pistol drawn.
“All of you up against the wall!” the girl cop commanded. “What have you done with Candy Plum?”
The cowboys and cowgirls looked from one to the other, and suddenly there was a loud giggle.
“I’m right here,” shouted Candy, "having the best time ever.”
“But... what about your marriage vows,” asked the cop.
“The rules have changed,” said Candy. “Danny and I have agreed to open our marriage. We’ll fuck and suck whoever needs it from now on.”
“For real?” Cali asked.
“Better believe it,” answered Tracy. “This isn’t some half-hearted snooze fuck I’m getting. This is the real thing.”
Cali Buxton turned to Travis, the guy who broke down the door for her, shrugged, smiled, and said, “It works for me.”
“Me too,” said Candy. “Now how about I service all of you at once. Don’t you think that’ll be a great way to celebrate?”
“Yee-hah,” called Buck, and he immediately lay down on the shag carpet. “Climb on, girl; I’ll take you for a ride.”
And Candy did just that. She moved over Buck’s big dick and lowered her pussy onto it with a shudder and a sexy quiver and a squirt. Then Jugs Mackenzie went rushing over with her big strap-on once again in place. She slid it easily up Candy’s eager ass.
“Mmmmm, I like that,” called the young Mrs. Diddle. Then Tracy was immediately in front of her, slapping her face with his dick, until the girl opened her mouth and let him fuck her face with his super cock.
Next came Andy and Travis, who stood on either side of Tracy, offering Candy a big dick to stroke with each hand.
“If ya want to suck another cowboy, Miss Candy,” Andy said, “feel free.”
So she did, went from one big dick to another, slurping it down her throat and tonguing it wildly before moving on to another cock.
Meanwhile, cop-gal Cali Buxton stood beside her newfound guy, Travis, tickled his balls with one hand while she tweaked and twisted Candy’s nipples with the other. Travis for his part reached down and gave Cali’s twat a healthy workout that brought stream after stream of girl cum. It was just as thick and juicy as the jizz Candy was pumping out between slams of Buck’s big cock and Jugs Mackenzie’s strap-on.
“Guess this could go on all night,” sighed Candy as she let loose another blast of jizz. And it did, with maybe a few hours of sleep for the horny band. But bright and early the next morning, in full compliance with the promises made to Danny Diddle, he found his wife back in their little bungalow ready to great her hobbled husband, and a brand new day.
CHAPTER EIGHT
SERENA TWIST AT THE COWGIRL BAR
Four days of constant cowgirl-partying later, Candy Plum, her husband Danny Diddle, Officer Calantha Buxton, and Cali’s new beau, Travis Williams, all sat in a big booth at the Cowgirl Bar•B•Q. Candy wore that tight mini jeans skirt that her husband liked so much, along with a Sassy Ass plaid halter-top, white cowgirl boots, and a big white cowboy hat. Danny’s hat matched hers, as did his plaid shirt and tight fitting jeans.
Cali wore a hot pair of Daisy Dukes and a lace-up camisole that barely contained her voluptuous breasts, while her partner was in his usual duds: extra-tight, extra-slim jeans, a loose-fitting chambray shirt, and well-worn boots.
“Well, hi there, Travis,” said the attractive waitress who made her way up to the table. She was a startlingly lovely brunette with dark eyes, creamy lips, and a long slender neck. Her white T-shirt was cropped, giving an inviting display of under-boobs. The fact that the girl’s nipples were so long and pointed that they actually pulled the shirt up higher improved the look. Her skin-tight, full-length jeans scooped below her navel, which sported a diamond stud.
“Howdy, Serena,” said the cowboy with a grin that was almost too full and too eager.
“Care ta introduce me ta your friends?” asked the waitress.
“Sure,” Travis said pointing across the table. “This here’s Mr. and Mrs. Diddle.”
“Ah like yer name,” Serena said.
“Almost everyone does,” answered Candy as she lowered her eyes in embarrassment.
The waitress took a closer look at Candy’s face and then Danny’s. “And aren’t you the famous couple who’ve come up from Sassy Ass U for a little R & R? Miss, aren’t you the girl who can squirt out the lights?”
Candy looked even more embarrassed.
“Yes, I guess so,” she murmured.
“Don’t worry honey; no one is goin’ ta make fun a you here,” said Serena as she patted the beautiful blond on the shoulder. “Though I would like ta have that famous husband of yours take me for a ride some time, if ya know what I mean.”
Candy looked up and smiled. “Maybe that can be arranged,” she cooed. “We’ve made some new rules that will let me share Danny’s talent with the women of the world.”
“Wonderful,” sighed Serena. “In fact ta encourage both of you, you know, why don’t I get each of you a nice big mug a our best brew... on the house.”
Candy smiled. “That'd be great.”
“No problem, honey,” said Serena, “Let me just get those drinks.” And she walked away from the booth swaying her hips so invitingly that every man in the place turned and ogled her... so did many of the women.
“And how are we going to arrange that little session with Serena?” asked Danny. Candy had her hand on his dick, and knew that he was already getting hard at the prospects.
“Hey, no worries, you two,” said Travis. “This is Open ‘F’in night, and anything goes.”
“What goes?” asked Cali Girl. But then Serena suddenly returned with four overflowing mugs of beer. She did the waitress’s knee dip, leaning backward, sticking those irrepressible tits high in the air, and then lowering the mugs one at a time in front of her customers.
“Open ‘F’in tonight, right?” Travis asked just before he grabbed his beer.
“Always, Hon,” Serena answered with a smile as she reached over and mussed his hair. “Looking forward to sharing a good one with Mr. Diddle here.” Then she looked around the table, smiled, and asked, “Ribs all around?”
Everyone nodded enthusiastically.
“Great! Now if you’ll excuse me, cowboys and cowgirls, I have to get ready for my number. I’ll have Roy bring over the ribs when they’re done.”
And once again Serena sashayed away, swinging her hips as though she were in the middle of a square dance.
Ten minutes later the lights came up on a stage at the back of the restaurant. Half a dozen bales of hay formed the backdrop. They were arranged in long rows that could have been beds, but also stacked in layers so that onstage fans could sit at various levels and watch the performance from behind. Several country musicians made their
way into the lights: a guy with a guitar, a gal with an electric bass, a kid with a set of drumsticks who pushed one big hay bale out of the way, revealing a complete drum kit.
“And now, cowgals and cowpokes,” announced the voice of an MC, “the star of our show, the featured performer in every way you can imagine: Miss Serena Twist!”
Serena ran up onto the stage waving her hands at everyone. She now wore a white bikini with string ties on each side, white cowgirl boots and hat.
“Hey,” she called as she got behind the mike, “a great big welcome to everyone here tonight and especially those who are ready for a great big ‘OPEN – F.' And I hope that’s all of you.”
Everyone in the crowd answered with a loud cheer.
In response, the drums began a wicked rhythm, the guitar twanged, the base started a wild rockabilly run, and Serena began singing to a loud whoop from all the cowgirls in the audience:
There’s gonna be a hayride
- Hope you can come.
It’s a very special hayride,
- One you won’t forget.
There’ll be lots of what you want
(Hope you’re feelin’ good)
Come on and join the fun.
(Hope you’re packin’ wood)
Cause the hour’s late and the time is right,
And I’m inviting you to an OPEN – F’in night!”
A loud cowgirl “whoop” came from the audience... and Serena called out,
“Who wants to start things off?”
“Come on, don’t be shy.”
But the audience just seemed frozen in their seats.
Things grew more silent. The cheers faded.
“Come on, boys and girls, what are ya waiting for?” shouted Serena.