The Night Nurses, Pt. 2 (repost)

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The Night Nurses Pt. 2


If this had been a movie, the camera would have been above her bed looking down, spinning slowly as if it all was a dream. But it wasn’t. Lisa lay on the pea-green sheets wide awake.
She’d heard Mia enter Mr. H’s room just a minute before, saw the light snap on through the curtain—to her, so suggestively. “Mr. H. How ya doin’?” came her cheery sista’s voice. A murmur in response.
Now she was forcing herself to lie still, as if having decided now, right now, was decision time. But after a moment, her body, practically unbidden, drew itself silently off the bed and to the curtain. Again her slim hand slowly parted it"
They had cleverly seen to it that he would not be able to see her; his bed was angled a bit away, though not far enough that she couldn’t make out his expressions. That was half the fun. A fluid wave of tingles ran down her back at the erotic cruelty of it all…and in that instant, her mind was made up. She needed to be a part of this.
Mia was calmly checking a chart, flicking through it as if nothing at all was amiss. Her eyes flicked over at the curtain, just for an instant, and into Lisa’s and a tiny smile passed across her face, so swiftly you would have had to be waiting for it to see it. Mr. Hilliard certainly didn’t; he said nothing, lying there wriggling his fingers as she put down the chart and firmly strapped him to the bed. Then she stood beside him, crossing her arms and simply staring down at him with an expression that was playful, and just a bit evil. It was clear he was in deep shit.
“M…Mia,” he muttered, “please…I—I can’t take it like before, you’ve gotta…gotta get me…"
She quietly cut him off, speaking as if to a child. “Mr. Hilliard, do you want this or don’t you?...You know perfectly well you can take it. Or I can just unstrap you and leave."
Silence.
His answer was obvious, but taking the opportunity, she continued, unfolding her arms, arching her chest out the tiniest bit. Her breasts were so large that God seemed to have been trying to make a point about feminine anatomical possibilities. She inhaled, accentuating their monstrous jut. “You’ve only seen Nurse Preston’s boobs in her bra…and you’ve never seen mine at all. One of the things I’m going to do tonight, with your kind permission, is this little trick I know where I play with one of my nipples until it’s rock hard…” She was still totally clinical in her bearing, her voice clear and informative. “…and then slide it real slowly up and down the underside of your cock. Just like Nurse Preston was doing last night with her hand, only with a tit."
He inhaled shakily at this. Lisa did too. Mia pointedly looked down a sudden lump that rose from his crotch under the sheet, and smiled brightly. “Well, okay, I’ll just get started then.” Reaching down, she flipped the lever that lowered the leg-end portion of the bed, enabling her to stand right at his crotch, then flipped off the sheet and firmly eased his legs apart. This left him lying there in nothing but his hospital gown, his knees extending off the corners of the bed.
Then she stepped away to the little side table to get something, at which point Nurse Preston walked in, leisurely, as if on a coffee break. She leaned against the wall in front of him, scrutinizing her nails and smiling lightly at him. Again Lisa was struck at her wet-dream beauty. Her blood began to run hot at the thought of what the future held.
Mia returned holding--Lisa blinked at this--a long black feather. She stood at his crotch and drew back the hospital gown, revealing his already icicle-stiff cock, and said, “Last chance, Mr. Hilliard. You may as well know, this is gonna be a real cruel one."
He didn’t answer for a moment, then gave an uncertain movement with his head, letting out a “mmfff."
Mia just stood there, letting a sidewise smile slide onto her face, for a long moment; then she took the feather and held it across his cock, as if measuring its width, and lightly, slowly brushed it up the underside. He shuddered from head to toe, so she repeated the motion. His breathing got louder. With her other hand, she reached down and cupped his balls, holding them lightly in her warm grip, and continued the light brushing.
This went on for a minute or two, his breath becoming more ragged all the time. He was already madly aroused, and this was just enough stimulation to drive him bonkers. Lightly cupping his balls, she allowed a stray finger to wander lower, to his perineum, and gently scratch and tickle him there. He bucked his hips at this.
Soon Mia moved the feather from his cock to the hypersensitive skin beside his balls, going to work there with the tip. At the same time, her other hand came up and laid lightly on his shaft. She began to draw her finger up and down it, up and down, so very, very lightly, from the base to the underside of the head, while the feather continued to search for little sensitive places to violate.
Nurse Preston came off the wall and around to his side, and pushed the gown up to his neck. As Mia’s fingers slowly closed around his shaft, commencing a light, hypnotic pumping motion, the short-haired blonde babe leaned down, laid the flat of her tongue on his left nipple, and gave it a long, wet, firm lick. “OOooh…” he announced at this. He was visibly fighting to keep his dignity, and losing. Nurse Preston rose from her lick and looked into his eyes, while placing a finger on his nipple and teasing it. It was humiliating for men to admit this felt good, as the nurses well new, but the stiffening of his nub left him with no escape.
Mia’s stroking became firmer, evolving now into a true handjob. In another minute, he’d be into his buildup, to a release he was only too aware he would be denied at the last possible second. Nurse Preston leaned down again, this time over his cock, and Mia continued her stroking, also holding it erect so that she could again extend her tongue, letting the pointy tip flick out and wet the head, once, then several more times.
Then Mia slid her hand down to his base, making her strokes firm and short; Nurse Preston parted her heavenly lips, and slowly slid his head between them, enveloping it, sucking it. At which point the feather was felt again; Mia found his asshole with its tip, and he bucked and shuddered again" All of this stimulation continued, until an unmistakable rhythmic groan worked its way into his breathing—and the stopped, letting go of him and drawing away.They hadn’t pushed him anywhere near the edge they could have, but that would come soon. As it was, at the sudden cessation of the pleasure he gasped, “Ohhgod…dammit."
Mia set aside the feather, and walked around to his left side to stand at his head, and Nurse Preston came to stand behind her, her hands resting lightly on Mia’s shoulders. Mia met eyes with their victim, and asked quietly, “Did’ja like that, Mr. Hilliard?” He blinked and sighed. Preston drew Mia’s white uniform coat off of her shoulders and tossed it aside, then reached her hands around Mia’s waist. Mia raised her own hands and placed them on her head and inhaled deeply again, jutting forth sinfully in the white t-shirt she wore, with a bra underneath it. Preston calmly drew the shirt’s hem out of Mia’s skirt, and Mia straightened her arms as she drew it off. It joined the coat.
The sight of the gorgeous mulatto nurse in her overstuffed black lace bra drew a helpless moan from Mr. Hilliard. Mia looked down at her awesome endowments, obviously proud of them. She arched her chest out and shook them, making them rock back and forth beside his wide-eyed face. The rocking was stopped by Nurse Preston’s hands, again flowing from behind her to smoothly cup her breasts through the bra, and begin to lightly squeeze and knead them. The contrast between her white hands and Mia’s glass-smooth mocha skin was pure bliss to behold.
Lisa was silently drinking it all in. The sight of Mia’s breasts caused her mind to fill with images and sensations…that hot breast meat, topped with its stiff nipples, being roamed by her sucking, licking mouth in particular.
With one hand, Preston unsnapped Mia’s bra, and it parted like heaven’s gates. She required no lift from the bra, only containment. Her areolae were three inches across, the nubs bullet-sized. Smiling widely at Mr. Hilliard, she said, “Ready for some fun?” She placed her hand on the bed just behind his head, and lowered herself, dragging her right tit, once, across his face, slowly enough for him to get the scent and warm firm yet liquid feel of her, but to quickly for the taste. Then she straightened. “Sorry. That’s all you get."
She came around again in front of him, standing closely enough now that her unfettered knockers jutted over his crotch resting her warm hands on his thighs. Still acting in the role of mischievous assistant, Nurse Preston produced a stool of just the right height from the corner, and placed it for Mia to sit on.
“Now, Mr. Hilliard,” Mia said, “the fun at last begins."
Mia regallyy seating herself on the stool, “I’ve found, through experience, that the most effective way to get a man crazy with need is to mess with his head, not with his dick.
So first, you’re just gonna watch.” She scooted the stool forward, lifted her boobs, and plopped them right on his crotch, where they rested as if on a tabletop. His cock twitched stiffly somewhere underneath the left one. He shuddered at the feeling, and Mia warned, “Keep still."
He could see her her skin goose-pimpling slightly in the cool air, her nipples stiffening. Her gaze was bright and direct, lit with restrained lust. She twisted her hips a little, sliding him around under her boob.
Her fingers grazed up his thighs, to his loins, to his stomach, scratching him, tickling, dipping one finger into his bellybutton and making him shudder. Nurse Preston’s fingers were going up and down her glass-smooth slopes, to her nipples and then back. Then Preston allowed her fingers to slide down to Mia’s areolae, and grazed the edges, making them stiffen further. Mia bit her lip adorably, and she gave a little moan, as Preston’s light, skillful fingertips continued to tease her ever more sensitive nipple-flesh.
Watching this, Lisa felt a lump of desire rise in her throat. Mia’s fantastic tits being teased…god…that was almost as good as tormenting a stiff prick.
But not quite. After a minute, Mia shifted, reaching up to lift her tits up and apart—they overflowed both of her hands—and looked down through the canyon of her cleavage at Mr. Hilliard’s desperately stiff prick lying on his loins. Almost dreamily, she said, “Preston…stand it up."
Nurse Preston complied, reaching around and under, having to actually push her hand under Mia’s right tit, to lift his cock by its base to a standing position. Then Mia smiled cruelly at his face…and clapped her boobs together against the sides of his organ"
He stiffened and released a “Uuunnhh”, and she did it again. And again. Tormenting him with the soft slapping impact of her firm breastflesh. After three ‘claps’, he was helplessly surging up at her, needing more stimulation"
Clap. Clap. Still with the gentle, evil smile, drinking in his need.
“If I do this a few more times,” she breathed, “You’ll come like a fucking geyser, won’t you, Mr. Hilliard?...” Clap. Clap.
“Ohhpleeezz…” he whimpered. She crushed her tits together and held them still, letting the soft warmth work him for a moment.
“Please what?” she asked, like a confused girl"
“Please lemme cum."
She smiled widely. “Okay.” And she released her breasts and took him in her hands again. She began to circle-pull him—closing her middle finger and thumb around him and drawing it up, right to the sensitive head and then liiiightly off it, with both hands, slowly, over and over again.
“Unnh…ummmh…unnhhh…” His voice was so pleadingly desperate that Lisa felt a hot flush pour through her. Mia’s strokes continued at an even rate. He was getting seriously close now. He began to suck air through his clenched teeth as the more intense pleasure hit"
“Are…are you really…gonna make me cummhh…"
Mia laughed, a light giggling laugh, jiggling wonderfully.
“Weeellll….put it to you this way…you’re welcome to think so if you want to.” Nurse Preston giggled visibly as well; then she went back to reaching over Mia and softly fondling her knockers, such a short distance from his reddened face, to increase the mindfuck factor.
“Aww goddammit…he wailed weakly at this sight. Letting out a few moans of her own at Preston’s fine stimulation, Mia smoothly traded the circle pulling for a firmer grip-slide, making sure the underside of his cock got a good taste of her slippery palm with one hand, while she splayed open the fingers of the other and slid them in a light fanlike brushing movement off the underside of his head, each finger grazing his most sensitive spot with each stroke. After a few of these, his ‘unhh’s each had a maddened little squeak attached, and he was clenching his ass off the bed, reaching for her hands with his cock in a bid to increase the friction.
Nurse Preston’s hands were cupping Mia’s tits now, her palms grinding her bullet-stiff nipples before sliding up her cleavage to her collarbones and neck and back down again in a loving, lascivious rhythm. Mia was purring like a kitten. So was Lisa, at the sight of it, as inaudibly as she could.
Mia now allowed one hand to flow down to his balls again, cupping and lightly kneading them, and closed the other low around the shaft, commencing a short, firm stroking. She was taking him straight to the edge, and no mistake. But at the same time, Nurse Preston’s stroking and kneading had her own breath getting unsteady"
“Mister Hilliard,” she cooed, “You know, I can come like crazy just from having my breasts stimulated…wanna see?"
Mr. Hilliard was beyond speech at this point; he just looked at the tits and the hands and her lustily laughing eyes with a glazed, deer-in-the-headlights expression. He could no longer keep his sweaty ass still on the sheets. Nurse Preston bent low and began kissing Mia’s neck, her fingers starting to dig as her hands kneaded.
Mia seized the base of his cock in one hand, and licked the fingertips of the other until they were good and wet, and commenced lightly but wickedly stimulating the head of his cock, palming it, sliding a finger around the rim, still keeping up the base stroking.
“UUnnnh…uunnnhh…plzzze…” Mr. Hilliard was going bugfuck. He damn well knew in twenty more seconds the screamingly hot nurse would have him on the teetering edge of a fabulous spurt. Which she would deny him, again. And again. Weeks now, it had been going on. He was a prisoner to it. God, how he hated the denial, the torment, how he was mortified by their enjoyment of his suffering. But he had never before in his life felt such intense sexual sensations, never before enjoyed the attentions of such sexy, filthy-minded women. And never would again.
Now the feel of her small, strong, exquisitely skilled hands was teasing him to frothing craziness, irresistibly, for the hundredth time, and that by itself was tearing at the moorings of his mind.
But now they were upping the ante.
They’d propped his head on pillows so he’d have an excellent view…and now his view was down his sweaty stomach and loins to his twitching cock, and her flowing hands, and above that her lovely face, lips parted, tongue resting on her lower lip, huge liquid-black eyes fixed on his, drinking his torture like espresso.
And now the other goddamn nurse, her white hands on Mia’s silk-smooth brown skin, palming, cupping and sliding, the monstrous, heartstoppingly gorgeous tits. They were fucking with his brain now, and all he could do was beg and plead, which, of course, only made them crueler. Trying to simply enjoy the pleasure of it only backfired. The Need always built, built, built, and The Big Edge was always waiting, and he always got there…got RIGHT THERE…only for them to stop, pull away, draw their hands off him, or instead cinch them lock-tight and stop it, fix their horny gazes on his tortured face as the Need exploded inward instead of outward, raking his body and brain. But tonight would be different, although not very.
“Getting close, baby?...Hmm?” Mia asked softly, hardly needing to. “Cause it’s about time…” She narrowed her eyes…she had to time this perfectly"

Stroke…strrrroke…

“UUHHgaaahhd…ohhpleeezz…

strrroke…..sloooow firm stroke…"

“….UNNh… UNNh… UNNh…UUUUUUNNHHH…” The Edge. He was tipping over it…the sharp, incredible tingles exploded…and she stopped, whipping away one hand, and with the other, she lifted one glorious tit, and fixing her gaze on him, she shoved it, thick nipple first, into the juncture of his cock and balls. Her areola was so wide that even squashed into his dick, his insanely wide eyes could see it rolling around on both sides. His hypersensitive cock-skin could feel the wrinkles and bumps of the nipple-flesh as she began to drag it up, so goddamn slowly, toward the tip. A pair of fingertips—Preston’s—somehow found their way under the titmeat to his cock base and pushed it shut. He was gone, weeping, babbling, as yet again his load of come was launched with nowhere to blow to.
Upward, Mia dragged her nipple, toward the tip, to the most sensitive place on his body and off it. Then they both drew away for a moment to savor his twitching and weeping and his blinking and desperate stare.
But only for a moment. Mia abruptly stood, and as Nurse Preston walked calmly around the bed to stand behind his head, Mia gracefully hoisted himself onto the bed, with no explanation, and drew herself up him until her knees straddled his ribcage.
Lisa, by now was standing with her fists clenced, her jaw tight, her breath hotly ragged. She’d had to force herself not come from sheer arousal at what she was watching—for some reason she wanted to wait.
And observe. But she was losing it from sheer horniness, for damn sure. And it didn’t help matters when, as she saw Mia mounting her victim, she noticed for the first time the way her baggy green uniform pants were hanging delightfully low on her hips, and the neon-green straps of a pair of g-string panties rose out of them, glowing on her lovely curves.
Mr. Hilliard, still stinging from the aftereffects of his cutoff, looked up, to see Mia smiling warmly down the canyon of her cleavage at him.
“It’s really too bad I’m making it so hard for you to have an orgasm, baby. ‘Cause for me, it’s so easy…like this…” and she scooted up a little further, straddling his chest, and her face vanished above her tits.
To be replaced by that of Nurse Preston, who leaned forward from behind him, to begin lightly, then more firmly, kissing Mia’s slopes and collarbones, making her shudder and moan audibly. Her hands came up, and with her fingernails, she began to lightly stroke the sides of the huge knockers, while her kissing mouth drew slowly nearer the edges of Mia’s nipple-zones. Less than twenty seconds after being teased to the edge of sanity, all this was happening about a foot above Mr. Hilliard’s face.
Preston’s tongue reached the areolae and began to skillfully circle and stab the redder flesh as her hands pressed Mia’s boobs together, joining the two gigantic nipple-areas into a huge stingingly-sensitive one. Mr. Hilliard couldn’t see, but Lisa could, as the two nurses began warmly eye-fucking each other, sharing the stimulation.
Preston muttered, “Hold’m together,” and Mia did, replacing Preston’s hands with her own, pushing her fat tits firmly together.
This was so that Preston could begin grazing her nipples and cleavage with one hand while continuing to lick, again lightly, then more firmly.
“Yeeaaaahhh,” emitted Mia, more a squeak than a word, with an audible weep of preorgasmic need in it. Preston started concentrating her tongue-work on the areolae, flicking them all over the maddened flesh, then beginning to suck them.
The view from below was indescribable. All Mr. Hilliard could see of Nurse Preston was her clean-lined jaw and chin sinking into Mia’s breastflesh as her wet sucking became more enthusiastic.
“AAuuooohh,” came Mia’s strained voice. “I’m gonna cum…"
“Gonna cuuum?” Preston responded throatily between sucks. “Hmmh baby?"
“Yyyeaahh…” Mia was cooing and panting now. Preston drew back and fimly flowed the fingenails of both hands across Mia’s nipples and cleavage.
“Gonna cum baby?” Preston intoned. “Big sweet tittie cum?"
“OOHyeah,” Gasped Mia. Preston leaned in again, this time to shove her whole face into Mia’s flesh, letting Mia grind her wet nipples from her forehead to her chin. Then she pulled away again, and brought one hand to each nipple, pinching each nearly bottle-cap-sized nubbin between thumb and fingertip"
Rolling them firmly, she hypnotically repeated, “Gonna cuuuuum, baby?"
“Ohhyeah…ohhhhyeah…”groaned Mia, drawing near her edge"
“Ooohh nooo,” teased Preston, stiffening her pinching"
“Nnyeaaahhhh."
“No.” Preston suddenly left her tits alone entirely, turned away for an instant, and came back…with two big, soft-bristled hairbrushes, one in each hand. “Nooow you’re gonna cum."
Placing the bristles of each within a quarter-inch of a nipple, she said, “Hands down. Push’em together with your arms.” Mia’s hands dropped, and swam down into Mr. Hilliard’s hair, clenching there, and used her biceps to squash her knockers forward"
Preston tapped her nipples with the bristles, again and again. Mia was reduced to damp, ragged breaths. Preston began to stroke now, her slopes, her cleavage, her collarbones…then the soft, gleaming sides…and then she settled them over the areolae, and began to stroke slooowly. “Cum, baby.” A gasp. “Cuuuuuum baby.” The soft bristles began to sink into the flesh, rasping audibly as they moved. Then Preston sped up"
“AAuuurrh,” growled Mia. “Give it to me…"
“Cuuuum, bitch.” Faster now. “Together! Push’m together!” Mia yanked her hands out of Mr. Hilliard’s hair, letting it thump back onto the pillows, and mashed her tits into one as hard as she could. Preston proceeded to grind the brushes hard onto her squirming nipples, in long strokes, up, down, up, down—
“AAAuuuuuh!!!” Mia came like a fuel-air bomb. “AAuuuuhgod!” Preston went right on rasping away with the brushes, dragging out Mia’s fierce pleasure as long as possible. Finally, after twenty seconds or so, the squeals and shudders subsided, and she ditched the brushes and began to hotly kiss the mocha babe, from her cleavage all the way to her open mouth, and for nearly a minute, the two just necked lovingly"
Finally, Mia climbed a bit shakily off the bed and stood on the near side of it, and Preston went to stand in front of her, reaching to lightly fingertip her nipples. Mia winced.
They were only a few feet from the curtain, and Lisa could hear them perfectly.
“Ooh. You’re sore. Got ya pretty good this time."
Mia gave a lip-biting smile, warmly meeting eyes with the taller blonde. “It’s a good hurt, baby…you all right?"
Preston smiled. “I wish I hadn’t just worn you out…at least you got to get off."
“Ooh, little bit worked up from the fun, are we?"
Preston nodded wryly. “You could say that."
Mia spoke in a deliberately offhand fashion, knowing perfectly well Lisa was absorbing every word. “Well, why don’t you go fuck our new little friend’s brains out? See if introducing her to your tits and the big gel strap-on doesn’t give you a little…satisfaction?"
“Oh, that would about do it."
“Kiss and tell, now."
“Oh, absolutely." “G’night, baby.” They kissed deeply. Then Mia scooped up her clothing and left"
Nurse Preston calmly went about bringing the leg-end of the bed up and locking it, then unstrapped the lightly moaning Mr. Hilliard before producing his sheet and dismissively flicking it over him. At the door, she snapped out the lights. “Goodnight, Mr. Hilliard.” And was gone.
For a good thirty seconds Lisa just stood there silently in the dark. She hadn’t known it was possible to be so scared and aroused.
Her lust for both of them was so hotly, coldly piercing. Her knees were weak, and as she shuffled as quietly as she could back to her bed, she found she was blinking back tears of nervous anticipation"
But five minutes dragged by as she lay there, then ten, and nothing.
Sighing, she realized there was no point in trying to sleep—
Footsteps. Quiet ones. Slow and deliberate. Lisa raised up on her elbows.
Nurse Preston appeared and stood at her door, unmoving in the wan hallway light, and for long moments they just looked at each other.
Preston was still dressed in the demure high heels and white skirt and uniform coat she’d worn for her adventures with the patient-victim in the next bed. Lisa’s gaze roamed unbidden from her slender ankles up her criminally shapely body, to her face, her high cheekbones, her small, straight nose, her sharp eyebrows over her big gray-blue eyes, her boyishly short, platinum-blonde hair combed down neatly and parted on the left, her makeup immaculate, not doubt because she’d just redone it. The lipstick lesbian from heaven. Or hell.


To be contined...maybe...

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also wonderful -is there a part three?