Apparently her grandmother was a big writer of folklore books back in the day and so she has a lot of them memorized because of having so many copies around. But she's got what so many people don't, never mind eight year olds, and that's a sense of timing and charisma.
It just seems to flow out of her so naturally, time flies when you're checking in on her because she brings light into the room, you know? It's honestly the best experience.
I've been skipping lunch to try to get caught up and today I decided that because it was a good day I would reward myself. I got a sandwich from a shop down the street. Savored it on the walk back to the hospital, sat on a park bench.
There were a few dozen pigeons and robins strutting around trying to get bread crumbs. I gave them my sincerest apology and a brownie-scout promise to bring them some next time I came by, but I was so hungry. And now here I am in the bathroom again, washing my hands, and suddenly it occurs to me that I'm going back in to see Patrick Burton.
It feels like almost the reverse of Monday, feeling like I'm riding high instead of trying to fight off the blues. I'm resolved to apologize and when I burst in and he's not there I feel like I've been punched. It seems like his things are still here, but this supposedly bedridden man is clearly not in his bed. I'm starting to panic when I hear a toilet flush and I feel foolish. However, my second surprise is when he walks out of the bathroom with no support, albeit with a limp, and he looks surprised.
"Missus Lincoln."
"Miss." I correct him automatically.
"I... I see." His face betrays a certain degree of confusion why I brought it up, and I realize all of a sudden what he has to be thinking, given our past conversations and my proclivity for making a fool of myself and my face is ruby red all over again.
"That's... I wasn't." I quit while I'm ahead and move aside to let him back into his bed. He looks at me expectantly. I jump a little bit when I realize he's waiting for me to do my job. I hand his pills over, the usual routine. He's got that same look again—distant, set jaw. I'm starting to wonder if maybe he isn't waiting at all. Maybe he's fighting something. Part of me says that it’s not related to me, but I'm flattered nonetheless.
"Mister Burton, do you want to tell me about your wife?"
"She was a good woman. Nobody else will ever quite measure up, not in looks, not in manners, not in brains... Though, if you don't mind my saying," he gulped, "You're pretty fair looking yourself." I blushed deeper and giggled a bit.
"You don't say, Mister Burton!"
"Patrick, please. I'm tired of everyone treating me like I'm someone special. I've spent my whole life taking orders and I'm not going to start having people 'sir' me now." He smiled, a crooked and sideways thing. It was the first time I'd seen him smile. "If you wanted to keep me company, I wouldn't say no."
I left with a promise to return when I was on my own time, and that settled him down a bit. The day seemed to fly by and I dropped in to say goodbye to Patrick.
He looked more frustrated than usual and was surprisingly dismissive, not unlike he'd been when things were just getting started, and I thought we were starting to be friends. Then I noticed the outline of an erection under his sheet, bigger than I would've imagined. He noticed me looking and frowned at me.
"... You're a medical professional, right?" I nodded, unsure where this was going. "Well, see... ah... never mind. I can't. It's too embarrassing."
I gave him a soft look. "Patrick, I'm a nurse. I took plenty of anatomy classes. If you've got a problem that you're concerned about then you should mention it. At least we can have doctor Connor give it a look on his next rounds."
"Okay, then. Um..." He trailed off and made a face, chewing on the words. "I can't... um... orgasm. I've been at it for almost twenty minutes. My arm hurts and I'm sore and I just can't finish."
"Well, Patrick, that can happen with your medication. I wouldn't be too worried about it, I suppose."
He looked frustrated and I could easily figure out why. I looked out the door and the hall was relatively empty. I shut the door.
"There's something we can try that is a bit... alternative," I called from the door as I slid the lock firmly to 'closed.'
"I'm not going to lie, ma'am. It's kinda starting to hurt. At this point I'll try just about anything." I stepped back into the room and slipped my coat off.
"Lie back and relax," I said. He did, and I started to unbutton my shirt. He seemed to get the idea and I caught him looking and made a mockingly sour face. "Mister Burton! This is for your medical health!"
He laughed and I continued to disrobe. When I was in my underwear I pulled the sheets down to reveal his cock, hard and long, and I started to stroke it. He groaned and I kissed him lightly on the cheek, stroking his cock slowly and relishing the feeling of a hard cock in my hand.
Time passed quickly with little result, and I was starting to think maybe this really wouldn't do it for him.
I kissed him again and dipped my head, taking him into my mouth. I couldn't see his reaction but I could hear him pretty clearly and he was clearly enjoying himself. I bobbed my head faster, and I could feel him starting to tighten up and then I felt him release... nothing. I took him out of my mouth and gave him a quizzical look; he said nothing.
I didn't know what else to do so I stripped the rest of the way, jerking him to try to keep him hard and letting him suck on my breasts.
I hopped up onto the bed, pulling my panties down. They fell to the floor as I crawled across the bed. I could see the apprehension in his face, the doubt. I kissed him, and though it didn’t go away completely his doubt was replaced by lust and aggression. He pulled me tight to him, and I guided him into me.
I moved on top of him, feeling the deliciously painful stretch in my pussy. It had been so long since I’d been with a man, I thought. It was almost like the first time again. Only, this time I felt a dozen competing emotions swirling in my belly.
This was too fast, I knew, but at the same time I knew I wanted to be there for this man. I wanted it more than I had wanted anything before, just to make this man happy, even if it were only for an hour.
I could feel his thrusts becoming erratic, his rhythm slipping, and I knew he was close. I had a sudden impulse, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out.
"Cum in me!"
He didn’t question it. He pushed harder, deeper, once, twice, and then he exploded inside me.
I could feel him pumping his seed into me, shot after shot of potent sperm. I felt alive. I kept bouncing on him, and as his cock started to soften in me I kept grinding on him, his face a look of pained ecstasy and his moans loud and deep.
Finally I came hard and squirted my cream on the hospital bed, moaning his name out loud.
I got dressed in silence, embarrassed and unsure of how long it would take them to fire me for such a blatant rules violation.
It turns out, two weeks. Apparently it would've been sooner but for the red tape. I kept seeing Patrick, and they let him return to his life a month after we came together. He invited me to keep an eye on him and I readily accepted.
He was supposed to pass away by New Years and I would get back to being alone and having no career to go back to, but he didn't. Miraculous recovery, they said.
We got married by Valentine's Day and had a little baby girl, Carolyn, in honor of his former wife.
I wasn't bothered by the gesture—after all, I think I got the long end of the stick.
Wild Desires
Threesome Menage Erotica
Dalia Daudelin
The front door slammed so hard that the little white board that we put on it fell onto the floor with a crash. I didn't bother to pick it up. I'm fuming, absolutely fuming, totally livid. My fingers feel like they could curl around someone's neck with the force of a crocodile's jaw.
My roommates Josh and Jake are in Jake's room playing video games. I know this because I can hear the sound of gunshots on the TV, but I could have guessed it from outside
because that's where they always are.
I'm glad they can't see me, but I know they heard me. I don't want them to come out of that room because if they do I know I'll lash out at them. They're assholes sometimes but they don't deserve any of the vitriol that could come out of my mouth at any second. Oh and I can imagine the smug looks of amusement on their faces as they see the wild anger in my eyes, and I don't want to actually see it.
We've all been friends since grade school, and I know how they'll torment me. Especially when I'm least willing to put up with it. Why did I choose these childish assholes as friends?
My eyebrows furrow and I try to ignore the migraine building up. I catch a glimpse of a photo of my family and see the happy smile on my face. I was 6 there, and so genuinely happy. Even though my parents are truly wonderful, I hate that they made me feel obligated to study medicine.
They paid for everything for me, and even though I'm in college now, they are still paying for my education and letting me live in a great apartment while I study, but I had to get roommates as part of the deal. I could have gone online to find someone I didn't know, but I knew two of my best friends from high school would be attending the same school as me. I never thought it might be a bad idea to invite them to live here, but it was. Oh boy, it really was.
Josh's head pokes out from the bedroom. His blond hair and his blue eyes are hard to miss. Oh, great. He's grinning at me like a fucking dope.
As he bounds down the stairs towards me I can feel my face burning bright red with anger and embarrassment. “Did we have a bad day?”
“God, eat shit, Josh.” I throw my hands up and start toward the liming room, hoping he won't follow me. Of course, he does, and with Jake not far behind him. Though a lot of people used to ask if they are identical twins, Jake is more muscular than Josh because of his obsession with sports and weight lifting. Josh just likes video games. Still, both are handsome in their own way.
When I was younger, I even had a crush on both of them. I fantasized about being eaten out by one while I sucked the other one off, or being fucked in the pussy by one and the ass by the other. It was silly, and I know now it'll never happen. Still, sometimes I catch myself checking out their ass or their package, and I blush and turn away. But some nights, the only thing that will get me off is imagining being fucked by these two hot jackasses at once.
I whip around and jut out my jaw. “Why are you following me? Leave me alone!”
“No way, little girl! We couldn't possibly leave you to suffer all by yourself.” Josh slides next to me and puts his arm around my shoulder. He smells of cologne and shampoo, manly but clean.
“Yeah, Annie, why don't you tell us what has you all riled up?” Jake feigns sadness, mocking me. I roll my eyes.
“You know how I was dating Alex? Well, the piece of shit broken up with me. Today.”
“Ooh, ouch, but that's not a big deal right? A beautiful girl like you could get any man.”
“Tomorrow's Valentine's day!” I push myself away from Josh. Tears that I had been trying to ignore until I was alone in my room suddenly sting at my eyes. I sigh and slump my shoulders, it's too late. I'm going to cry in front of them.
Instead of mocking, though, Jake steps forward and pulls me into a hug. He smells of chocolate, which is puzzling, but it's nice to smell as tears spill down my cheeks and onto his t shirt. Jake holds me tight, smoothing down my hair as he shushes me. “Do you want to tell us why he broke up with you?”
I pull back, and I know I have a look of horror on my face. No, I really don't want to tell them, but with that reaction I know I'll have to or they'll bug me incessantly. Jake raises his eyebrows and Josh puts his hands on his waist. “Well?”
I sigh and shrug. “There's another girl in the math class we share, who was always flirting with him. She's fucked nearly everyone in this college town aside from Alex, and she wanted him. Since I told Alex I wasn't comfortable with sex yet...”
“You did what?!” Josh's outrage cuts me off. Now his jaw has fallen nearly to the floor. “Annie, are you a virgin?” There's a hint of laughter in his voice, and tears are stinging at my eyes again. I turn away and cross my arms.
“So what if I am?” It's not my fault I wasn't raised to sleep with everyone I know! Indignant, I keep my back to them while I try to calm down.
“Oh, Annie...” Josh and Jake both break out laughing. I peak over my shoulder and find both of them doubled over, holding their stomachs as they cackle at my expense. God damn it.
I whip around and roundhouse kick Josh in the side, winding him. “Stop being a shit,” I command, setting my jaw again. Josh falls to his knees and Jake laughs at him for a second before turning to me.
“Haven't you given blowjobs or anything?”
I shrug. “Yeah, a couple. I like doing them, but no guy has really made me want to go farther than some fingering.” I blush and look down at my shoes. I don't want to tell them that, actually, they have made me want to go farther.
“Well, why don't you come up to my room? We can play some video games or watch a movie until you feel better.”
I normally hate video games, but I shrug and watch as Jake helps Josh off the floor before following them up the stairs. Jake's room is usually pretty clean unless Josh has access to it, and I can tell immediately where Josh had been sitting on his bed by the chips and soda cans laying around. Sitting down on the comfortable cushion, I cross my legs. I'm wearing a short skirt and a button down blouse, and the skirt is short enough that no matter what position I'm in they'll be able to see my red panties.
The two best friends stand by the door and whisper to each other for a few minutes before coming to sit on either side of me. Being between them is making me warm and a little light headed. I like it, but at the same time it puts me on high alert. Something seems weird about this situation.
Suddenly, I feel a warm hand on my thigh. “Josh, what are you doing?” I glare at him, pulling away and slapping his hand.
“We though we might help you with your problem, Annie,” he says, grinning at me. I roll my eyes.
“Don't be a pervert.” I'm getting really annoyed again. I just want to be left alone.
He pushes my thigh to uncross my leg and slides his hand up to the edge of my skirt. A jolt of electricity hits me, and in an instant I'm blushing. “Come on, stop,” I whine. Jake's hand slides up my other thigh, pushing my skirt up and revealing more of my thighs.
“Oh, she's warm,” Josh says, raising his eyebrows to his best friend. “Looks like you finally found someone who makes you want to go farther.” They both laugh as Josh presses a finger into my slit through my panties.
“Ugh,” I push both men away, but Josh pushes my shoulders down and forces me to lay on the bed as Jake stands up and between my legs. He goes to his knees and spreads my legs apart, pulling down my panties. I want to resist, but at the same time I don't. I try to close my thighs to stop Jake, but he's too strong for me.
“Come on, Annie, let your us show you what to do.”
I look up at Josh and see the lust in his eyes, and in that instant any chance I had of resisting melts away. Years of yearning for him have finally caught up with me, and I let my legs slide wider as Jake slides my panties off and throws them to the floor. Pushing my skirt up, he runs his fingers through my pubic hair and breathes in my scent. Looking up at Josh, I see his pants bulging. He must be huge!
“What are you looking at, Annie? Do you want a taste of this?” Josh grins and starts to unbutton his pants. My face is red hot with embarrassment. I look down just in time to watch Jake press his face into my cunt, the pad of his tongue pushing down my my hard clitoris. I grip at his bed sheets and spread my legs wider in response.
“Oh, I think she liked that, Jake. Keep doing that.” He pulls his pants down and then off, and I watch with wide eyes as his cock bounces only a few inches from my face. It's bigger than I would have imagined, and definitely larger than any other cock I've ever seen. “Open your
mouth, Annie, and mind your teeth.”
Suddenly, he's straddling my face, his arms pressed against the bedroom wall to hold him up as he lowers his cock toward my mouth. Looking below him, our eyes lock and I open my mouth, sticking out my tongue to lick his prick. His skin is cool and smooth, his precum salty. Slowly, the tip of his cock slips past my lips and my teeth and into my mouth before sliding to the start of my throat. There's still some cock outside of my mouth, though, and he's still lowering.
His dick slides into my throat, and I'm amazed that I have no need to choke. I'm breathing fine as he pulls out and pushes his prick back into my throat. I'm letting one of my best friends fuck my throat, and instead of being mortified, I'm hornier than I've ever been.
While Josh slowly fucks my face, Jake is licking my slit like it's the most delicious ice cream he's ever had. My hands feel out of place so without thinking, I hold onto Josh's thighs, helping him to hump his prick down my throat. This is bringing back so many memories of hot fantasies I had when I was younger.
Jake pushes his tongue into my hole, licking my insides before moving back up to my clit. He does that a few more times while Josh's movements become erratic. His hips move faster and pump into my mouth harder while he groans and grunts with each thrust. Suddenly, a salty and slightly bitter taste hits my tongue and slides down my throat. Josh is cumming in my mouth!
Both turned on and surprised, I slurp down every last bit of his hot cum. I don't even notice that Jake has pulled back and stood up until Josh is moving back away from my face. Somehow he undressed while Josh was cumming. That huge prick bounces slightly as Jake looks at me. His lust seems almost angry, and I can't help but feel terrified of what might be coming next.
He powerfully grabs my hips and lifts me up above the bed, swinging my legs over his shoulders and positioning his hot cock at my slick entrance. He pushes it up and slides it against my clit. My eyes roll back into my head with pleasure as Josh's mouth latches onto one of my boobs. Sliding his cock back down, Jake places it against my hole and starts to push it in.
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