Taming Billy

                               Taming Billy - Chapter 23

       Billy writhed in agony, unable to do anything to lessen the pain that was radiating from his roiling lower intestines. Someone got the bright idea of lubricating the sound buried inside his swollen cock with an irritant. She yanked the sound from his cock and he thought his heart would burst from the jolt of pain this created. She rolled the thin metal rod across his heaving chest, coating it with the teen's perspiration, prior to dipping it into the face powder contained in her compact. Eyes glittering and her face now a ghastly mask, she approached her victim and prepared to insert the powder covered sound back into his urethra. For a few moments Billy made no response to this action. His audience began to murmur among themselves, but she remained calm and smiled evilly. Then the youth finally began to react to the irritation that was centered within the length of his rock-hard prick.

       It was almost like he was some type of erotic dancer, the type that worked birthday parties and the like. His groin began thrusting obscenely and gyrating as much as his bonds would allow. All the time he was making these hideous sounds that didn't sound human. His tormentor began to move the sound up and down the narrow channel and his movements became even more erratic. Principal Riggs started to be concerned that the noise he was making might attract attention from people passing her house, even though it was a bit off the beaten path. Roberto took care of her worries with a series of blows to Billy's belly and groin, short vicious hooks and uppercuts that brought up more bile and other strange, slimy material that exited via his nostrils as well as his mouth.

       It was his grandmother, Lucy, who noticed the spots of blood mixed with the other material that he had spewed from his gut. Rather than make a scene, she moved over to Ms. Riggs and whispered in her ear what she had seen, and advised her to take a look for herself. At first the principal tried to blow her off, but Lucy persisted, now raising the issue of perhaps having to call the authorities in order to rescue her grandson from a pack of middle-aged female degenerates, not to mention Roberto, who stood to do some serious time in prison if what she observed turned out to be fact. Lucy moved away and watched the hostess move to where Billy hung, almost unconscious and still having difficulty gaining his breath. As it turned out, a few other ladies also saw the blood that now was quite visible as it flowed from the youth's nostrils and flecked his purplish lips as well.

       The doctor and nurse were quickly summoned to tend to the stud muffin, who was beginning to go into shock. Many of the attendees were taking their leave as quickly as they could, not wanting to be in the vicinity of what might turn out to be something very serious that had the potential of attracting attention from the police. If Billy had to be taken to the hospital, certain reputations would dissolve like sugar stirred in warm water. Mr. Macho finally figured out he was in a heap of trouble and made a hurried exit without even saying good-bye to his main squeeze for the moment. The principal found herself high and dry, now faced with a situation that was career threatening. Fortunately for her she had a hole card to play and so Ms. Riggs used it, calling in a favor from an associate.

       Billy was wrapped in a blanket and transported to a private hospital located a hour's drive from here. Lucy drove and the doctor accompanied her to make sure that Billy remained conscious and didn't suffer any new trauma. She used the time to remove the sound from the stud muffin's cock and irrigate his irritated urethra. There was nothing she could do to conceal the bruises from Roberto's fists or the youth's gaping asshole, but supposedly the hospital personnel would treat them without contacting the local authorities, with whom they had an excellent working relationship. Provided there were no complications from the internal bleeding, Billy would remain at the hospital for perhaps a week or more and then be sent home to finish his recuperation. Naturally this meant that his visit to his sister, Kim, and the dominatrix, Serena, had to be put on hold until he was fully recovered.

       Things went smoothly once they got the youth to the hospital. The staff proved to be quite competent and he made a speedy recovery. Word got around about his prodigious capacity for sex, a fact provided by the doctor while she was being interviewed about her patient's injuries. As luck would have it, the doctor and a staff member at the very private hospital had a mutual acquaintance. That in turn led to an invitation to stay with this individual while Billy was being treated. She accepted with thanks despite not having any clothing with her. It turned out that her hostess and she wore the same size, so that wasn't a problem either.

       That evening Ellen, the doctor, went with her new found friend, Heather, to her nicely furnished home, while Lucy stayed in Billy's room on a cot, refusing to leave his side until she was satisfied that he was well on the way to recovery. One of the night nurses, a woman in her late fifties took pity on Lucy and convinced her to take a break and have some coffee while another nurse took over the vigil. Over coffee and some pleasant conversation, Lucy and the nurse developed the beginning of a rapport.

       The night nurse, Irene, casually mentioned that the hospital's specialty was caring for those with sexual problems, both mental as well as physical. Lucy acted the innocent which amused her companion, who went further and admitted that she was an active lesbian who often had sex with her patients. Now Lucy's antenna were at full range. Irene was no raving beauty, but evidently had enough sex appeal to have a dedicated following among a certain group of patients, ranging in age from sixteen to sixty-eight. In fact she made a little joke that as soon as her oldest hit the magic number, she and her compatriots were going to provide her with a round the clock session of her favorite sex act. Lucy nearly choked on her coffee as she felt the first surge of lust creep into her twat, which had begun to drip a minute or so previously for reasons that she could not fathom until now.

       Lucy was not the only one who was learning about the hospital and its inmates. While dinner was cooking, the two physicians exchanged information about themselves and what they did. By far Heather had the more interesting tales to tell, and so she took the lead. Ellen, not to be undone, started to drop hints about her sexuality and the strange things in which she recently found herself becoming involved. One glass of wine turned into two and now it became a "can you top this" type of conversation. You talk about your truth or dare, this was two ladies letting down their hair and the loser would be sleeping in the wet spot tonight. A wet spot that would have been created in her by her companion's use of fingers, lips, tongue and perhaps a buzzing toy or two.

       They took a break for dinner before resuming their conversation. Ellen was becoming very tired from the long day and the tension associated with Billy's difficulties. Heather's boasts about having sex with about half her patients, both men aand women brought on a case of the giggles in her visitor,and she was smart enough to back off and let things play out by themselves. She suggested that Ellen take a nice hot shower to relax herself while she prepared her bed. Heather was delighted when her guest suggested they shower together.

       Once again it was show and tell time and Heather won hands down, revealing her tits with delicate gold rings piercing the nipples, and a perfectly smooth vulva, the product of monthly bikini waxing, a painful process, made even more painful by the two young Korean women who enjoyed performing it on their "white" customers. Heather bragged that she was one of the few customers that didn't have to be physically restrained during the agonizing process of stripping every hair from her groin area as well as those that hid away in the dark recesses of her anal region. To illustrate how effective this procedure left her, she bent over spreading her cheeks apart and challenged her guest to find so much as a single hair. If she did, she could spank Heather's bottom until it was crimson.

       According to what Ellen said later, without the wine and the heavy meal affecting her judgement, she would never have taken Heather's dare. However as luck would have it, she spied a lone hair marring the smooth perfection of the waxing process. With a loud cry of triumph she plucked it from the region between her hostess' unblinking brown eye and vulva. Heather gave a loud yelp of shocked surprise and swiftly turned to face her guest who was holding up the single tendril of dark hair. The next thing she knew they were locked in a smoldering kiss and Ellen's hands had closed round her ringed breasts as their tongues explored each other's mouth. She reciprocated by grabbing her visitor's sagging globes and massaging them as they continued to swap saliva.

       The shower that followed lasted an inordinate length of time, but who was counting? There were so many nooks and crannies to explore and then wash and then rewash to make sure that every square millimeter of skin had been covered satisfactorilly. Many areas required kneeling on the tile floor of the shower stall and working diligently with soap, washcloth, fingers and tongue to be certain that no spot was left untouched. They both had their favorites, and they were not the same, which made things even more interesting. While one worked, the other rested for her next assignment, and so forth and so forth until the water turned chilly, signaling it was time to towel off and retreat to the comfort of a warm bed and an even warmer fellow occupant.

       The spirit might have been willing, but in Ellen's case, her flesh was weak. Her last recollection was Heather's tongue sliding in and out of her ear and hands massaging her hard-nippled tits. That is until early in the morning when she felt the entry of that same tongue into her wet and very hot twat. The damnable alarm clock went off just as Ellen began sucking Heather's ringed nipples, determined to make them as hard as stone before she made the journey down to that furnace between her bedmate's thighs that she knew was waiting for her tongue to extinguish the flames until tonight.

       Lucy's evening was nowhere as exciting as Ellen's, but a spark had been struck between her and the night nurse. She wondered what the following evening might bring. Billy came out of his comatose state early the next morning and was ravenous, much to everyone's delight. The physician handling his case checked his vital signs and seemed satisfied. The night nurse paid Billy a visit, but it was evident that the attraction was Lucy. She invited Lucy to have breakfast with her, promising that she'd have her back in a reasonable amount of time. Billy was demolishing his breakfast when she left for her own meal with Ms. Irene Lancer, a veteran of two failed marriages that had produced no children and the realization that she liked women way more than men.

       Lucy was rather taken aback when Irene mentioned that breakfast was going to be at her place and she was welcome to use her shower while she  was preparing the food. Despite the fact that she was currently involved with Adele Larson, Lucy felt her juices rising rapidly. She excused her deviation as just a fling and a celebration of her grandson's recovery from what could have been a very serious injury. This done, she most graciously accepted the nurse's invitation, especially the hot shower.

       When a refreshed Lucy stepped from the shower, her naked body glowing from the pulsating torrent of warm water, she was confronted by an equally naked Irenel Lancer who expressed disappointment that her shower was over. All she could think of was the outline of the nurse's thick cunt lips, still hidden by a patch of graying pubic hair, much like her own. When Irene added that breakfast was in the oven warming, and could probably stay that way for perhaps another hour, Lucy grinned and reached back to turn on the shower.

       Getting soaped up by another woman sure beat doing it alone. Irene had a great touch, especially when she inserted most of her hand into Lucy's twat and made it do backflips. Lucy couldn't control herself and the next thing she knew, her tongue was halfway down the nurse's throat while at the same time she was thumbing her nipples into hardness. Irene's knees buckled at the two pronged assault, and she suggested they adjourn to her bedroom and get comfortable. It took them less than a minute or so to towel themselves dry and then Lucy followed the twitching motion of her gracious hostess' sagging bottom, leading her to the bedroom.

       The queen size bed proved to be quite adequate for their needs. Ardent kissing featuring plenty of tongue and saliva soon changed into a passionate sixty-nine activity that allowed each to sample the other's pussy juice. Lucy loved the taste of the waterfall that her partner's cunt provided. She was too busy chowing down the tart but tasty juice that flowed steadily into her mouth, to even wonder what Irene was thinking about the juice she was also delivering. It was the bout of coughing coming from her bedmate that indicated her spendings were overwhelming the nurse. Without any comment, she managed to roll over and suggest that she needed her strength back if this was to continue. Her companion laughed and agreed, announcing that breakfast was now being served in the kitchen.

       The two naked women strode into the kitchen, Lucy bringing up the rear and licking her lips in anticipation of licking and kissing that bottom for a considerable length of time after breakfast. Irene insisted on serving her, and for her troubles she received numerous kisses to certain intimate portions of her still sexually exciting body. The final attack was made with both of Lucy's hands holding firmly onto the nurse's buns while she stuck her tongue up the woman's cunt and wiggled it salaciously, gathering plenty of cunt sludge for her efforts. She made a joke about seeing if they could form a small company selling their cunt juices and sauce for use by lonely women. Irene giggled and said they'd probably go out of business because they'd be dipping into the inventory too much.

                               ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )