The rehab center room smells of antiseptic and anticipation. Jean-Pierre lies in his pajama, hip surgery fresh. Isabelle perches on my lap in the narrow space by his bed. Her fiery red hair cascades down. My hand slips under her skirt, caressing her silky ass cheeks. Heartbeats quicken. Skin heats up.
“Does it hurt?” I ask. He grins. No pain now. Rehab’s going great. Isabelle shifts, grinding her plump ass against me. My cock stirs, semi-hard. She reaches back, massages it through my pants. I nudge her thong aside. My finger probes her pussy lips. Wetness slicks my skin. She’s dripping already.
The Fever
Talk turns dirty. His scar’s near his cock. Shaved clean by the nurse. He got hard during it. Isabelle’s eyes gleam. She fantasizes about his size from our past threesome. That hotel room. Dim light. His massive cock too big for condoms. We teased her holes instead. She came screaming.
My fingers delve deeper. Two inside her soaking cunt. Thumb teases her puckered asshole. She rocks back, pulse racing. Breath hitches. Jean-Pierre’s eyes lock on us. Tension builds. Sweat beads on her neck. Urgency throbs.
She leans forward. “Let me see the bandage.” He hesitates, lowers his pajama waistband. Smooth, hairless skin. Her hand darts in. Grips his soft cock. “So smooth! It’s hardening fast.” She moans. Remembers our night. Her on her knees, sucking him huge while I fingered her to orgasm.
My heart pounds. Cock strains. She pulls out his now-throbbing monster. Kneels on the chair before him. Licks the circumcised head greedily. Lips stretch wide. Saliva glistens.
Knock. Door bursts open. Nurse catches us. Isa yelps, stands. JP tucks away. Nurse blushes, then smirks. “I’ll put the red light on. Won’t disturb you.” Wink. Door closes. Adrenaline surges. Blood roars.
“She encouraged us,” Isa purrs. Dives back. Sucks his cock deep. Hand jerks the base her fingers can’t encircle. I free my dick. She grabs it, strokes. My fingers plunge back—two in pussy, thumb in ass. She bucks. Skin flushes hot.
The Blaze
We whisper filth. “Soon I’ll fuck your pussy and ass.” “I’ll throat-fuck you while he reams you.” Her pulse hammers under my touch. Cunt clenches.
I position behind. Spread her thighs. Pussy gushes down her legs. Thrust in. Burning tight grip. She moans around his cock. I add fingers to her ass. Double penetration. Feel my cock through the wall.
She fingers his hole too. He groans. Cums hard down her throat. She gulps, choking on the flood. I pound faster. Her orgasm hits—shudders, screams muffled. My cum erupts deep inside her spasming pussy.
We collapse. Bodies slick with sweat. Jean-Pierre zips up. Isa sprawls across the bed, ass up. Dips finger in her creampied cunt. Sucks it clean. Offers me a taste. Salty, musky bliss.
She cleans up in his bathroom. We stare, dazed. “That nurse was cute,” I say. “Try her.” He laughs weakly. Balls drained.
We leave. Nurse smiles. “He doing better?” “Much. Needs more sessions.” “Regular practice helps. See you soon.”
Isa grabs my arm. Skin still feverish. “Hotel now. That was just the appetizer.” Heart still races. Unique fire lingers.