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Trisha shuddered, wrapping her light jacked tightly around her sexy young body. With the click of high heels, she hurried up the front steps of the small private hospital. It was a hospital that specialized in geriatrics and surprisingly, also OBGYN. This came about because the hospital catered to the poor and medical insurance cases which tended to pay less than the average patient. Also, the founding doctor had been a specialist in both fields, and the hospital simply continued the tradition long after he passed away.
  Trisha paused, turning to study the city behind her, then the nearby cars and windows. Her guilty stare searched the windows of each empty car to ensure that she was unobserved.
  Her breath created a slight fog in the air before her.  Set against the old style lampposts of the parking lot, and the thick band of trees beyond, the colorful fall night was a magnificently beautiful sight. Despite the chill she enjoyed the view, although not half as much as she would when the first snow fell. On the other hand anyone watching would enjoy the sight of the exciting, sexy girl paused on the steps.
  With a slightly impish face, a very petite body standing no more that 4′11″, Trisha was the kind of girl that everyone, man or woman, would like to cuddle and take home. Few did, although they all tried. The long hours involved with Trisha’s job precluded any outside involvements, and the rules precluded any inside involvements. So she improvised. She had been making these nightly calls for almost two years, she knew that somebody was bound to complain eventually out jealousy or possibly remorse. Until then it was the ideal solution.
 

Since visiting hours were long over, there were no cars coming or going, but there was several parked in the lot from the night staff and a few in-patients.

  Trisha turned and entered the hospital quietly, allowing the door to gently close behind her before she hurried to the elevators on her right. The night staff was well down the hallway, out of sight. Trisha took the elevator to the third floor. The first thing she saw, as the doors opened, was her mother, sitting behind a desk. The desk reminded her of an island of light in a vast area of darkness. The only bright light showing, was that which blazed down on her mother, giving her an angelic look in her white uniform.

  “Hi mom,” Trisha said airily as she leaned against the counter and looked down at the tv screen behind the desk. “What’s on?”
  “Jerry,” Carla said in a bored, hopeless voice.
  “Why don’t you guys get cable?” Trisha asked, hopping up on the counter. Her slender, but muscular legs looked fantastic in her short, multi-colored skirt. She crossed her legs and allowed her right leg to kick slightly.
  “Don’t ask me, I’m all for it. There’s juice and fruit in the fridge,” she pointed toward the employee’s lounge.

  “Thanks, mom,” Trisha said as she grabbed her usual grapefruit juice and apple. She ate the apple while she returned to the desk. She was beginning to feel that familiar nervous energy which always filled her before a night of pleasure. The juice felt good, in her dry mouth.

  “Any new girls?” she asked casually, taking a bite from her apple while glancing at her mother from the corner of her eye. She knew her mother didn’t actually approve of her activities, although she reluctantly agreed that they were beneficial. Trisha suspected that her mother even tried it a few times herself.
  “Two, one in 3c and another in 3h. I think you will want to start in 3h,” her mother said with a slight smile.
  “A real looker?”
  “An 18 year old pregnant girl who is only here for observation. She’s about 7 months along.”
  “Wow, practically a virgin,” Trisha giggled, tossing the apple core into the trash. She looked into the small can of juice, then drank it down. With a sigh of contentment, Trisha handed the can to her mother, then wiped her mouth with a brilliant smile.
  “Who’s in 3c?”
  “A rather large black woman. She’s… well she’s middle aged and not exactly pretty,” Carla said apologetically, “but she’s nice.”
  “They all look the same below the waist,” Trisha giggled. “Wish me luck,” she waved, walking around the desk toward 3h.
  “Luck,” Carla called absently, returning her attention to the tv. It was only 12:30 AM, she didn’t need to make her rounds until 2:00 AM. By then Trisha should be finished. If not, she could work around her.

  Trisha hummed happily to herself, as she made her way to room 3h. The click of her heals seemed embarrassingly loud, in the silent hospital. She paused, at the partially open door and pulled the chart from a slot in the door. She looked in to see the girl sitting up in bed, looking back at her.

  “Hi,” Trisha said with her cute, impish heart-melting smile. The girl nodded in response, one of her own rare smiles hesitantly crossed her face. In her life she had found few things to smile about. Trisha was a very cute, but looked like a little girl, even though it was obvious from her magnificent breasts that she was a woman. Being small and cute, she was very popular with both sexes. Her smile was infectious, guaranteed to bring a smile to those who saw it. As Carla was fond of saying, Trisha was an adorable little bitch.

  Trisha studied the cart quickly to make sure there were no warnings, such as VD, aids, or TB. The girl appeared to be clean and healthy. She dropped the cart back into the door and stepped inside.

  “Hi,” Trisha said again as she gently closed the door. “Watching TV?” she asked, then realized how moronic the question would sound.
  “Jerry,” the girl nodded. There was a look of puzzlement in her eyes.

  “Yeah, mom is watching the same thing?” Trisha said, pointing over her shoulder. She gently sat on the bed near the girl’s feet. “How are you doing?” she asked sympathetically.
  “Ok, I guess. Are you a nurse?”
  “No, I’m kind of like a counselor, but my mom is. She just let’s me come around at night to talk. Pregnant women tend to get sad and lonely, and nights are always the worst. It’s a hormone thing, I hear.”

  “Oh, I know what you mean. Sometimes I get so damned mad I want to kill somebody, then at times I just want to cry, and there’s no reason for any of it. I feel like I’m being torn apart.
  “You are,” Trisha said sympathetically, placing a hand on the girl’s leg. “I also do massages, if you are interested,” Trisha said brightly, while getnly caressing the girl’s leg. “Got any aches and pains? I can give you a good rubdown while we talk.”
  “No, not really, but a massage would feel really good,” the girl said hopefully.
  “I’m Trisha,” she said, extending her tiny hand.
  “Melissa, but they call me Missy,” the girl said, taking Trisha’s hand into her own, then marveling at it as she opened her hand and looked at Trisha’s tiny fingers in wonder.
  “My feet are small too,” Trisha said with a giggle, holding up a shapely leg for the girl’s inspection. The girl’s eyes traveled from Trisha’s foot, down her leg to her short skirt and beneath it. She stared for several seconds, then met Trisha’s eyes, blushing in embarassment. Trisha feel a surge of excitement fill her body. Missy was definitely interested.
  Melissa was a hot blonde with green eyes. She was barely 18 and would have had an amazing figure, if it wasn’t for her large belly. She would have made a good dancer.
  “I know you can’t lay on your stomach, and I have to be careful or I can induce labor, but there are a few things I can do that will feel pleasant,” Tina whispered. “If you don’t mind, I will just lock the door,” she said, edging toward the door hesitantly.
  “Oh sure,” Missy said, then swallowed nervously. Once again her eyes dropped to Trisha’s short skirt and magnificent legs. They were so tiny, yet muscular and magnificent. Trisha felt her pussy beginning to heat up. She knew without a doubt, that she would have Missy tonight. Of course most women did succumb to Trisha’s sexy innuendos. One other side effect of the hormones, was a pregnant woman’s tendency toward lesbianism. A girl who was totally straight, might have lesbian dreams, thoughts, and tendencies during pregnancy. And Trisha took full advantage of it. Besides, there was something very sexy about making love to a pregnant woman. Maybe it was the voyeuristic aspect of it, after all, there was a third party watching, even if it was a small third party. It was a proven fact that a fetus could remember events leading up to it’s own birth. How many would remember Trisha?
  “You are so damned cute,” Missy said breathlessly, watching Trisha return to the bed.
  “Thanks, Missy,” Trisha said with a big smile. She wondered who would bring up the subject of sex first, her or Missy. Missy seemed to be hot and ready.
  “Do you want to take off your gown?” Trisha asked.
  “No, I don’t like people seeing me like this?” Missy put her hands on her large stomach.
  “Oh Missy, that’s so wrong. Being pregnant is sexy, even if you don’t feel sexy at the moment. It really is,” she said, seeing the look of doubt on Missy’s face.
  “I’m big and fat,” Missy moaned.
  “I bet you aren’t. I bet you still have a cute little ass and long sexy legs down there. Am I right?”
  “I don’t know, I haven’t seen them in months,” Missy laughed.
  “Let me check,” Trisha giggled. She pulled the sheet up and looked at Missy’s legs. “Yup, still shapely and beautiful.” “Wow, your skin looks like sweet cream,” Trisha leaned down and kissed Missy’s knee. Trisha heard the sharp intake of breath. She smiled to herself as she lifted the gown and looked at Missy’s ass.
  “Oh yes, absolutely perfect,” Trisha said, gently caressing the right side of Missy’s panty covered ass. “You even have a few freckles down here.”
  “Oh… oh God,” Missy gasped.
  “What’s the matter, been a while since you’ve had sex?” Trisha asked sympathetically. She held her breath, waiting for the answer. She was shaking inside. This was the moment of the ultimate excitement. Either Missy would send her away in disgust, or invite her in for a snack.
  “I’ve… I’ve only had sex once, the night I became pregnant. And I was drunk, so I don’t remember much.”
  “Don’t worry, you will have a lifetime of sex. As pretty as you are, there will be guys, and a few girls, beating your door down. Believe me, I’m bi-sexual, so I know,” Trisha said, again holding her breath. She had tossed down the gauntlet, now it was Missy’s turn to pick it up.
  “Really?”
  “Absolutely,” Trisha said emphatically.
  “Then you wouldn’t mind…” Missy stopped, suddenly frightened and embarrassed. “I mean even though I’m pregnant?”
  “I would love to make love to you,” Trisha said breathlessly.
  “Oh God, this is so… exciting,” Missy said nervously. She was shaking, but Trisha pretended not to notice. Trisha leaned down and kissed Missy’s leg, just above the knee.
  “Are you sure the door’s locked?” Missy asked nervously.
  “Absolutely. But don’t worry, mom wouldn’t let anybody come in here.”
  “Mom? You mean that night nurse is your mom?”
  “Uh-huh,” Trisha nodded, kissing Missy’s leg just a little above the last kiss. Missy’s breath was coming in shuddering gasps. Trisha heard the whir of the bed as Missy pressed the control to raise the head of the bed. She pulled the sheet back so she could watch Trisha lower her beautiful face and kiss the soft flesh of Missy’s inner things with her sweet red lips.
  “Oh, you are so cute,” Missy gasped. Trisha smiled as she kissed Missy’s leg, just a little closer to her pussy. She could now smell the girl’s sex. It was heady and exciting. She knew she would be tasting it in a moment. This was always the most exciting part. She was suddenly confronted by a pair of yellowish-white cotton panties. She knew that an OBGYN always recommended cotton panties for a pregnant woman. She had seen many.
  “Let’s just take these off,” Trisha said in an innocent voice. “Raise up,” she said, pulling slightly on each leg hole.
  When Missy struggled to raise her ass from the bed, her panties seemed to jump off her body. Trisha pulled them from her feet and held them to her nose, inhaling deeply.
  “Oh God,” Missy shuddered in an awed voice. She had never seen anyone sniff her panties before, although her brother had done so many times. She never imagined that a beautiful woman would be so inclined. It made her feel… sexy and delicious.
  “Oh, a natural blonde,” Trisha looked up in surprise.
  “Yeah,” Missy smiled nervously.
  “I’ve never eaten a blonde before,” Trisha said before pressing her mouth to Missy’s pussy. Missy gasped, lifting her pussy to meet Trisha’s warm mouth. Trisha caressed the soft flesh of Missy’s thighs as she worked her mouth down into the moist crack of Missy’s sex. She paused and licked her lips with a smile. “You are delicious,” she whispered, meeting Missy’s amazed gaze.
  “I wish I could see, but my stomach is in the way,” Missy complained.
  “Maybe we can do this again when you are not pregnant,” Trisha smiled before lowering her mouth to Missy’s pussy. She sucked harshly, sending vibrations throughout Missy’s body. Missy gasped loudly and stiffened. Trisha’s tongue plunged up inside her, causing her to gasp again.
  Missy raised her right foot and placed it on Trisha’s back, giving her better access to her pussy from beside the bed. The small hospital bed was too small for two people, but Trisha was used to this. She had eaten over a hundred pussies from beside a hospital bed. A little inconvenience didn’t make them any less delicious.
  Trisha pulled away slightly and used her long, agile tongue to explore the wet folds of Missy’s juicy pussy. The sound of her wet, licking tongue was almost as loud as Missy’s harsh gasps and moans. The aroma of Missy’s pussy filled the room with it’s sexy alluring scent.
  Missy endured the heavenly feelings in her pussy. At first she had been nervous but eager, now she dreaded the moment when she orgasmed and the sweet little girl left. She wanted Trisha to stay forever. She loved the electric jolts shooting through her pussy, ass, and abdomen. She could only visualize how exciting it would be to see Trisha licking her so diligently, sucking her juices, and her clit.
  Trisha suddenly clamped her teeth over Missy’s clit and pulled it through her teeth. Missy cried out and closed her legs over Trisha’s sweet face. She could feel Missy’s persistent face working between her legs, caressing her thighs. It felt glorious.
  Trisha lapped like dog, then kissed the swollen red lips of Missy’s pussy, moving her lips up and down until she again sucked Missy’s clit into her mouth. She sucked unrelentingly, working her mouth from side to side, jerking the clit between her lips and stimulating Missy’s pussy with her thrashing mouth.
  “Of fuck, this is so incredible,” Missy gushed with a sigh. “It’s so fucking fantastic,” she moaned. The feeling of Trisha’s vigorous head bobby between her legs was almost as wonderful as her mouth. Her soft hair tickled the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and the sensitive crack between her body and legs.
  Trisha wiggled her shapely ass next to the bed, just a little out of Missy’s reach. Her eyes went to the colorful skirt and long, delicious legs. Missy suddenly realized that she wanted to taste Trisha’s pussy. She had never fantasized about another woman before, but she had to have Trisha. It was like a hunger inside her chest. Licking her sweet red lips, her eyes traveled up and down Trisha’s legs and tried to see through the soft material of her short skirt.
  “I want to try you,” Missy whispered nervously. She felt Trisha nod enthusiastically, from between her legs.
  “Please, can we 69?” Missy begged.
  “I’m sorry,” Trisha said, pulling her head from between Missy’s soft thighs. “Due to your condition, that’s impossible.”
  “Oh, my stomach,” Missy said in embarassment. Trisha nodded with a happy smile.
  “You can do me when I’m done with you,” if you’d like,” Trisha whispered.
  “Oh yes, I would like to. More than anything else in this world,” Missy gasped.
  “Ok,” Trisha said brightly, then slid her head back in between Missy’s legs as she open them wide.
  “Oh yes,” Missy sighed, feeling the agile tongue probing every little nook and cranny of her moist flesh. It seemed to be everywhere at once.
  Trisha repeatedly licked then sucked on Missy’s clit. Missy tried to restrain her screams of passion. Her legs flew open to give Trisha better access to her womanhood. She could feel Trisha’s tongue throughout her body.
  Trisha sucked savagely on Missy’s clit, throwing her head from side to side. The savage jerking and thrashing of her clit seemed to create an explosion between Missy’s legs. With eyes wide in horrified pleasure, Missy threw her head back and stared at the ceiling with wide eyes. Her breath came out in shuddering gasps. She had left the world of humans and gone on to a better world. A world of softly scented pussies and wild passion. Missy had never imagined that sex could feel so incredible.
  Trisha held her pussy open and lashed the swollen clit with her tongue. Missy jerked on the bed in response to the horrible pleasure being given to her wild, excited cunt. She reached down to her own breasts and pulled one enormous breast to her mouth, licking it with her long, agile tongue. In a moment the two tongues seemed to lash out in sympathy.
  Trisha stood up for a moment and rubbed Missy’s pussy while she smiled down at her. Her neck was beginning to hurt and she needed to rest for a moment. Besides, she loved seeing the look of blissful pleasure on Missy’s sweet young face. She was so precious, a beautiful blonde baby with a baby of her own.
  Trisha moved closer to Missy’s head, leaned down and captured Missy’s right breast in her lips, while continuing to rub her moist crotch. Missy watched in amazement, her eyes never leaving Trisha’s beautiful face. As Trisha smiled into her eyes, Missy took Trisha’s face into her hands and pulled her close for a kiss. The kiss was long and passionate. Trisha’s hand never left Missy’s pussy. Now, with Missy’s increased urgency, Trisha knew it was time to return to her pussy and finish her. Missy was getting close.
  “Don’t go,” Missy gasped.
  “I need to taste you, lick you to an orgasm,” Trisha said with a smile. She lowered her face, pried Missy’s pussy lips open and licked her pussy from bottom to top. The juices were sweet and abundant. She sucked briefly on Missy’s vulva, savoring a mouth full of juice, before returning to the girl’s swollen clit.
  Holding her pussy open she bathed it with long, loving strokes, then she pursed her lips and sucked savagely on Missy’s sensitive clit. Working as fast as she could, Trisha sucked rapidly, then lashed the swollen clit with her stiff, rough tongue. Missy’s cries were loud in the room, but a hospital was used to hearing cries in the night. A hospital was a place of pain and agony. Trisha was making it a place of sweet, sensual pleasure.
  Missy threw her legs wide. Her face twisted in pleasure as the mouth worked furiously on her how steamy pussy. Missy felt her pussy beginning to go numb. She knew she was just seconds away from an earth-shattering orgasm.
  With ever-increasing moans of agonized pleasure, she watched the back of Trisha’s head bobbing between her legs as the fire intensified, engulfing her entire crotch and ass. Missy would have given anything to see that sweet latin face munching between her legs, but she was forced to visualize it in her head, while feeling every action in her pussy. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. In a way, this was her first sex, at least the first she could remember, and it was wonderful, as first sex should be.
  “Oh, eat me,” Missy gasped.
  “Uh-huh,” Trisha said from between her legs.
  “Ah, ah, ah!” Missy screamed.
  Trisha smiled, although Missy could not see her.
  “Oh fuck,” Missy yelled, throwing her head back. She massaged her enormous breasts as her orgasm neared, only seconds away. She tensed, feeling the flood of fire hesitating for only a moment, then exploding inside her loins. Screaming and bouncing like a mad woman, she rode her pussy against Trisha’s sweet mouth while her loins spasmed, tearing her apart. Holding Missy’s thighs in a firm grip, Trisha maintained suction on Missy’s clit, as she bucked and screamed like a man woman. She clamped her legs around Trisha’s head and hunched her pussy against her lips, as her loins clenched and exploded, time after time.
  Trisha tasted the slight taste of urine, which was not unusual for a pregnant woman, but she didn’t mind at all. In fact the slight arid taste served to accent the flavor of Missy’s pussy. Trisha began to realize that Missy was about to break the record for the all time biggest orgasm she had ever experience. Slowly, reluctantly, Missy began to relax and quiet, jerking only occasionally as the after-shocks of her orgasm shot through her pussy. Slowly, gasping for breath, Missy opened her legs, releasing Trisha from her grasp.
  Gasping for her own breath, Trisha neared Missy’s sweaty face and stood looking down at her. As Missy opened her beautiful green eyes, Trisha surged forward and kissed her passionately. This was the moment that Trisha regretted the most. This was the moment when straight women, women who had simply been horny, would look up in revulsion and order her out of their room. She hated that moment. As she forced her kiss on Missy’s lips, she searched her eye for any sign of revulsion or resistance. There was none. Missy’s hand went to the back of Trisha’s head and pulled her down, while her own hot lips searched Trisha’s.
  “Get on the bed,” Missy said, sitting up suddenly.
  “No, I can’t,” Trisha said, then saw the look of intense disappointment cross Missy’s face. Her heart surged in reaction.
  “I mean,” Trisha hurried to say, “you’re 7 months pregnant, you must remain in the bed. I will sit on your face, for lack of a better expression.”
  “Ok,” Missy said eagerly as Trisha climbed up on the bed.
  This was one of Trisha’s favorite parts. She could see that Missy was shaking in excitement. Her hands shook as she touched Trisha’s rounded hips. Her eyes devoured Trisha’s small pussy and neatly manicured bush. There was just a tuft of soft brown hair remaining above her pussy. Everything else had been removed by Trisha’s mother using electrolysis. It had been a long, painful process which left the area around her pussy neatly clean and baby-soft.
  Trisha swung one leg over Missy’s face, then leaned down to push as second pillow beneath Missy’s head. While she did, Missy lunged upward and kissed Trisha’s tiny, girl- like pussy.
  “Oh yes,” she gasped quietly as she licked her lips. Trisha’s pussy was very wet. Eating a sweet young girl like Missy tended to get her that way. She smiled down at Missy while she adjusted the pillow. Missy opened her mouth to await a drop of pussy juice which collected like dew at the bottom of her pussy, then dripped down into Missy’s waiting mouth. The sight was very exciting for Trisha, she felt her pussy clench in response.
  “You are the most exciting girl I’ve ever seen,” Missy said in adoration.
  “You’re pretty cute yourself,” Trisha said as she gently lowered her pussy. Missy grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy down to her waiting lips, moaning at the pleasure of first contact.
  “Ah, ah, oh,” Trisha moaned as Missy’s eager mouth sucked her pussy like a lemon. She was being milked for her juices, which were eagerly savored and swallowed by Missy.
  “I’m a food group,” Missy thought to herself. She rode up and down on the eager mouth, closing her eyes and enjoying the hot lips and nimble tongue sliding up inside her like an eager snake. The tongue probed her moist pussy lips, eagerly seeking warmth, liquid, and pleasure, in the tiny woman’s loins.
  “Oh yes,” Trisha gasped, riding rhythmically.
  She gasped loudly. Her leg muscles tightened around the sweet blonde face looking up at her. Missy’s hands searched for and squeezed her small, budding breasts.
  Missy’s lips repeated sucked Trisha’s pointed clit into her lips, then released it. The thrill of her clit sliding between Missy’s hot red lips, was exquisite. It was like fucking a wonderful, agile pussy with her clit.
  Because of her position, below Trisha, Missy’s mouth filled with juices repeatedly. She simply swallowed Trisha’s offering and continued eating. She felt as though she was drowning in pussy slime, but she didn’t mind. She was willing to die in such an exciting, sexy manner. Death by pussy was one of her new fantasies, as long as the pussy belonged to Trisha.
  “Um, yes,” Trisha whispered down to Missy. She licked her lips, then closed her eyes, tipping her head back until she was facing the ceiling. Her body bobbed rhythmically on Missy’s sweet face. Fire shot between her legs and up to her tits.
  Missy stuck her tongue up Trisha’s vulva and sucked harshly. Trisha was about to cry out at the pain, but before she could Missy released her. Her long tongue squirmed inside of Trisha, searching out her sweet scent and abundant juices.
  Trisha rode more quickly, tongue fucking herself on Missy’s willing tongue. The sensation was heavenly.
  Missy sucked again and Trisha cried out in pain, lifting off her mouth to escape the savage lips. Missy surged upward, capturing the small pussy in her lips and milking it repeatedly by pulling her mouth off, only to surge upward again.
  With an aching neck, Missy fell back on the pillow and massaged Trisha’s pussy with her hand.
  “You are so sexy and delicious,” Missy whispered. “Can we do this again?”
  “Maybe,” Trisha said non-committally. She had heard the same thing many times. She actually tried a few relationships, but the time spent on her job, and the ensuing jealously, always made any relationship end in hate and pain. She didn’t want to face that again. Trisha was a college student who danced naked on stage in her spare time. That didn’t leave much time for anyone else.
  “Please?” Missy begged. Her hand stirred the mush of Trisha’s wet pussy frantically.
  “I will see you again while you are here. We can discuss other arrangements later,” Trisha moaned, unwilling to spoil her imminent orgasm.
  “Ok,” Missy smiled before pulling Trisha’s pussy down to her mouth. She wiggled a finger in beneath Trisha and inserted it into her pussy, while her mouth returned to Trisha’s clit. This was exactly what Trisha needed, she needed to feel something inside her. Missy was very intuitive.
  Lapping like a dog, Missy’s tongue strummed Trisha’s swollen clit, while her finger wiggled inside her. Trisha rolled her head from side to side, with her eyes tightly closed. A huge smile lit her sweet elfin face.
  Missy began sucking savagely on her clit, but this time she didn’t care. She was so hot that the pain simply intensified her pleasure. She jerked her pussy forward, fucking herself on the long finger, while flailing her pussy against the sweet soft face beneath her. She looked back at Missy’s open robe, her swollen stomach and huge bouncing breasts. The patch of very light brown hair beckoned her enticingly, but she knew that the girl’s stomach was too large to allow a 69. Already, she was craving the taste of pussy again. Looking down at the sweet, adoring face and green eyes, she massaged the girl’s blonde hair as the girl ravaged her loins.
  “Oh, your mouth feels so good,” Trisha gasped, looking into those deep pools of green.
  Missy’s moans matched Trisha’s gasps of pleasure. Both sounds echoed through the room, and the quiet hospital. The smell of pussy was strong and heady in the room. It’s alluring aroma would remain in the room for hours, even days.
  “Oh, lick my pussy, make me cum,” Trisha murmured. She reached back and took one huge globe of breast into her hand, mashing it violently as Missy’s tongue strummed her clit. Trisha wished that Missy’s finger was longer. She wanted to feel a huge finger inside her pussy, the size of a dick. She looked around the room for something to use as a dildo, but she saw nothing.
  She again looked longingly at the pussy behind her, but knew it was far from reach. Maybe if Missy was on top and she was on the bottom… no that would be too dangerous for a pregnant woman. Her mother trusted her to take care of her patients. She would not betray that trust and get her mother into trouble. Maybe she could eat Missy again, if time permitted.
  “Oh fuck, I’m coming,” Trisha gasped. She was shocked at the intensity of the fire brewing between her open legs. Missy was about to give her a big orgasm. Missy pulled her thumb out of Trisha’s pussy and inserted her thumb. Trisha liked this, it was shorter but much thicker. Suddenly the thumb disappeared and Missy’s index and middle finger replaced it. Trisha new that Missy as looking for a way to give her a truly memorable orgasm. And she was succeeding.
  “Another finger,” Trisha gasped. “Use another finger.”
  Missy reluctantly inserted a third, then all four fingers. They felt enormous inside her. She tried to adjust her posture to make more room for the fingers. Suddenly time seemed to stand still as her orgasm intensified and paused, then exploded with a horrible intensity. Bucking on the poor girl’s mouth, and rubbing her pussy against the hot red lips, Trisha ignored Missy’s temporary pain, in the throes of a huge orgasm. Grunting like a wild animal, Trisha hunched her pussy against the helpless face. With her face twisted in pain and pleasure, she rode the sweet face over and over again, only relenting when her orgasm began to wane and dissipate.
  “Oh yes,” Trisha said, over and over in an ever-quieting voice. Slowly she relaxed and settled onto Missy’s smiling face. Missy slowly pulled her fingers out of Trisha’s pussy. Trisha squealed and shot up off Missy. She reluctantly turned and rolled off of Missy, sitting on the edge of the bed as her body relaxed. Missy licked her fingers clean, then placed a hand on Trisha’s soft thigh.
  “You were wonderful,” Missy said in a small voice.
  “So were you,” Trisha said, turning and kissing Missy on her soft lips. “I’ve never cum so big before.”
  “Really?” Missy gave her an innocent look.
  “Absolutely. God, what time is it?” she suddenly asked.
  “About 2,” Missy said, glancing at her watch.
  “I have to go. How long will you be in?” Trisha asked as she pulled on clothing.
  “I don’t know. I might go home tomorrow.”
  “Damned.”
  “Can we see each other out in the real world?” Missy asked hopefully. Trisha thought for a moment, then made a decision.
  “Come to Antonio’s when you get a chance. I dance there.”
  “Really,” Missy said joyously.
  “Bye,” Trisha said, giving her a quick kiss, then rushing toward the door.
  She found her mother waiting outside the door. She looked curious and happy.
  “Well, it took you long enough,” Her mother said.
  “She’s special,” Trisha said, her cheeks dimpling in embarassment.
  “I told you so. 3C is available now. I just finished with her and she’s all bedded down for the night.”
  “Do you think… I mean is she…”
  “Lesbian? I believe so. While I was taking her temperature I leaned my pussy against her hand, where it lay on the side of the bed. She didn’t move it,” her mother said with a smile.
  “Is she pretty?” Trisha asked in growing excitement.
  “Well she looks like the woman on the pancake syrup, if that’s any indication,” her mother laughed.
  “I can live with that,” Trisha laughed, rushing forward. She gave her mother a quick kiss on the lips, then hurried down the hall. Her mother watched her thoughtfully, licking her lips as she watched her impulsive daughter rush away to eat a patient’s pussy. “Who would have guessed…” she whispered, then licked her lips again, tasting the distinctive taste of a sweet young pussy, left by her daughter’s lips. The taste stirred old memories, and college days filled with exotic excitement. She watched her daughter disappear, then hurried into Missy’s room.
  “Hi, Melissa, I’m Trisha’s mom, Carla, and you taste absolutely delicious,” she said as the door closed behind her. It was only a moment before the distinctive click of the lock echoed in the empty hallway. 

Carla