The Continuing Saga of Sandy

Life as a nurse was busy as hell, but I loved my job, even if it left me exhausted at the end of every shift. Like a lot of smaller hospitals, we were understaffed, but the pay was great, more money than I had ever imagined making, and I saved as much as I could. I wanted to buy a house, but that was a ways in the future. So I crashed every night at my small apartment, and kept driving my beater, knowing better days were ahead. We nurses worked in every ward, including the ER, so one Saturday evening during the summer, I found myself in the ER with 2 other nurses. The doctor on call was in the lounge, studying for his boards. We got a call from the ambulance guys that they were bringing in a guy who was drunk, and had been beat up. Giving each other the "here we go again look", we made ready. The ambulance pulled in a few minutes, and they wheeled the gurney into the room we had prepped. The guy had been beat up for sure, both eyes black and swollen, bloody nose, and a split lip. His shirt was ripped, and his shoes were gone too. It took me a few minutes to realize it was Jack! The same motherfucker that had lived across the road from Bill and I! He was too drunk and out of it to recognize me, but just the same, I let the other girls take care of him, and I went into the hall to get some information from his buddy.

His friend was a stocky guy, with broad shoulders and big arms. Taller than Jack by a couple of inches, he was clean shaven with black curly hair. His t-shirt outlined his muscular upper body, just as his jeans clung to his hips and thighs.

"Hi, my name is Sandy, and I'm one of the ER nurses. Can I get some information about your friend?"

"Uh, sure, my name is Tony. Happy to help, what do you need?" I went through the questions on the clipboard, and learned that Jack had become drunk at a local bar, and before Tony could get him out of the place, a fight had started with Jack getting the worst of it. Unable to locate the keys to Jack's truck, he had called for an ambulance. Tony seemed like a nice guy, making me wonder what he was doing hanging around with Jack. Once I was finished, I went to the nurse's station to write up the report, and about an hour later, saw Jack hobbling out of the room. He glanced my way and saw me, but I couldn't tell if recognized me. Tony walked him out the door, and that was that.

A week later, I'd forgotten about the incident, and was at a club with some friends. Having the next two days off, and having a ride home, I was knocking back drinks without a care in the world. My friends were dancing, and I was on a barstool watching, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and Fuck! It was Jack! One eye was still kinda black, and he still had stitches under his lower lip, but he had that same leering smirk on his face. Shit, why did he have to turn up?

"Hi, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"I'm here with friends. What happened to you, get beat up by a pissed off husband?"

He laughed, drained his beer bottle, and set it down. Wiping his mouth, he said, "No, he was pissed off, no doubt, but no idea if he was married. He was dancing and backed into me, spilled my beer. I told him to watch the fuck where he was going. He took offense, next thing we're going at it. Must of landed a lucky punch, cuz I wake up in a hospital."

I just laughed at him and sipped at my drink, then tried to ignore him. But Jack knew how to get to me, and didn't waste time. He moved next to me, and put his hand on my thigh. I'd had enough to drink that I was moving slow, and I hesitated.

Before I could react, he slid his hand up my leg and cupped my mound, then rubbed my clit through my panties. It had been months since I had last had sex, except with my own hand, and the bold attack on my crotch flipped a switch. Sucking in my breath, I spread my legs.

"Yep, same horny little bitch." he whispered roughly in my ear. "Why don't we go to your place and have some fun? Better yet, let's bring my buddy too, and we can take turns with you." He was right, I was horny, and adding some booze to that made me a ripe target for a badass. Also, this particular badass had fucked me before, and I had liked it. At least at the time. Afterwards, I felt dirty and sick, but right now all I had on my mind was the thumb strumming on my swollen clit.

"Bring your friend, it's been a while, I need more cock than you can give me." I whispered back. His head jerked, and he glared at me, then broke out in a big grin.

"All right, if that's what you want. Let me go find him." He gave me one more poke on my clit, almost making me see stars, then turned and left. I sat there, wavering between panic and anticipation. One of my friends came back, and I told her I was going to walk back to my apartment. Then I got up and went outside, standing on the sidewalk, jittery as hell.

When Jack came outside with his friend, I was startled, then pleased, to see it was Tony. Something about him interested me. He looked surprised to see me too, but didn't say anything. We walked the 3 blocks to my apartment, and the walk and fresh air cleared my head a bit. My initial rush of horniness and excitement had worn off, and I was beginning to have second thoughts. Tony was hot, but Jack, uh, been there and done that. We were getting close to my building, and I had to make a decision. Did I really want to keep doing this, especially with Jack? I'd made it through college, and had a good job. I could turn a corner, and be respectable, or I could continue being an easy piece of ass. I stopped, and the two guys looked at me.

"Hey, I'm not sure this is a good idea." I said, trying to keep my voice level and under control.

Tony said nothing, a look of interest on his face. Jack, on the other hand, immediately got mad.

"What the fuck? Drag us out here us to get cold feet? Didn't bother you that time at your house, stupid bitch."

He drew back like he was going to hit me, and I flinched, then Tony grabbed Jack's arm.

"Hey Jack, the lady changed her mind, it's no big thing." Jack glared at him, but didn't say a word, just stared and finally shook off Tony's hand and stomped off, back to the club. Tony watched him go, then turned back to me.

"Sorry, he's a handful when he drinks. But I guess you saw that at the ER." His mouth turned up in a small grin.

"Thank you for stepping in, I really think he was going to pop me."

"You're welcome. Say, I better go get him and take him home. Can I, uh, buy you a drink, or coffee, or something, sometime?"

"Sure, I'd like that. I'm off tomorrow."

"5:00 okay?"

"Sure, that's my apartment building." I pointed down the street.

'All right, see you at 5:00." He gave me another small smile, then turned and walked back to the club.

I had trouble getting to sleep, both from the shock of Jack threatening to hit me, and from my growing interest in Tony. Finally I dozed off, and slept late the next morning. The day passed quickly, I had a ton of things to do on my day off, and I had to leave time to get ready.

5:00 rolled around, and I was standing under a tree by the sidewalk. I had on a pair of black capri jeans, sandals, and a blue top that showed off my curves without looking trashy. Tony was right on time, in a black pickup that looked brand new. A Starbucks was a short walk away, so we went on foot, making small talk on the way. Once we were served, Tony sipped at his coffee, and looked at me.

"So, can I ask you a question?" I was pretty sure where he was going, and I wasn't sure how I felt about dredging up my past encounters with Jack.

"Maybe. What's it about?"

"I was curious," he said, "how you came to be involved with Jack. And, let me say something. Whatever it is, it's fine. We all have a past, me in particular, so I don't judge."

I sat back, and looked at him as I pondered what he had said. Now I was curious about his past. So, I took a deep breath, and started, telling him about getting married and moving into the farmhouse, and how Jack would ogle me. I left nothing out, telling about jack coming to the house in the middle of the night, and how I let him see me in my skimpy bed clothes, followed by the encounter in the back yard, when I let Jack fuck me, and the last time he did me in the bedroom. I told him how my actions had ruined my marriage, how I had gone to college, and come out with my nursing degree.

Tony said nothing for a minute, just looked at me and sipped his coffee. Setting his cup down, he put his arms up on the table, and sighed.

"Well, sounds like you did some things you'd take back, if you had that chance." I nodded, he was right about that.

"Like I said, I don't judge. I have a past too, just in a different way. I'll share that with you, if you want?"

"Well, I told you my story, and yes, I'd like to hear yours." I said.

"Okay, my old man, he owns some car dealerships, and he wanted me to come into the business. Me being a smartass punk kid, I knew better, and coming out of high school, took a job with a construction company. Found out right away the company was connected to the Mob, and eventually became a small-time employee." He held his thumb and forefinger less than an inch apart, indicating how small.

"After a while, I finally realized I might rise a little higher in the hierarchy, but I'd always be just a foot soldier. I wanted more, so I crawled back to my old man and asked for a second chance. Give him credit, he didn't tell me off, just said I'd have to start in the Service Department, and if that worked out he'd move me into sales. That's where I am now, and in a few months I'll get moved up to Sales Manager. Making real good money, and someday I'll be the owner."

I looked at Tony with respect. Like me, he'd made mistakes, but had straightened out his life. When he looked at me, I smiled at him, and told him that. He looked relieved. Talking about our pasts seemed to break the ice, and we chatted for almost an hour about our families, work, and plans for the future. He nodded and looked me with approval when I told him about saving to buy a house. he glanced at his watch, and asked if I was hungry.

"Oh, yeah, I'm starving."

"You want to get in my truck? I know a place." I agreed, and we had a great meal at a steakhouse. After dinner Tony drove me back to the apartment building, and walked me to the door. He had been a gentleman all night, but I expected more than the handshake he gave me. But, an hour later, He sent a text asking if he could take me out again. I shot a yes right back to him, and a few texts later we had plans.

When the evening arrived, I was decked out in skirt that hugged my hips, and a blouse that did the same for my big boobs. Unless I wear a gunny sack, that's how it goes for me, I have a lot of curves. But, i think I look good in most things, and I guess Tony did too. He let out a whistle when he saw me, so I laughed, and on impulse gave him a hug. Oh baby, what a man, he was solid as a rock. Giving me one of his little smiles, he helped me into his truck, and away we went. He'd picked out a nice Italian place, where the food was good and the wine was even better. I managed to maintain, not pounding them down like I usually did. After dinner, he took me to an outdoor theater, and listened to a band play oldies. As we sat on a bench, Tony slipped an arm around me, and I snuggled against him. At one point I glanced down, and saw a sizable bulge in his slacks. I laughed inside, Mr Cool got excited like any other guy when my boobs were squished against him.

It was pretty late when we pulled up in front of my building. Tony walked me to the door again, only this time he put his hands on my arms, and kissed me. Definitely a good kisser, and I didn't want it to stop, so I leaned into him and wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him close while I eagerly kissed him back. I felt that bulge pressing into me, and decided to invite him up to my apartment. Once inside, I kicked off my shoes, and walked barefoot to the frig to get a couple of beers for us. When I came out of the kitchen, Tony was lounging on my couch, his shoes off and shirt untucked, with the top 3 buttons undone. This allowed me to see he had a thick mat of curly black hair. Hmm, I wonder if it runs all the way down. I curled up next to him on the couch, and soon we were making out, his tongue searching for mine. I threw my arms around his neck, pushing my ample boobs into him and hoping he'd take the hint. Give the boy credit, he was on the ball, wasn't long before I felt his hand slipping around to cup and squeeze it.

Things were heating up nicely, and I wanted to stretch out and get comfortable, so I hopped up and took his hand, pulling him to his feet and leading him to the bedroom. There we stood facing each other, Tony's dark eyes gleaming with lust, he was sooo good looking. I started to unbutton my blouse, but he gently pulled my hands away, and did the honors himself, slowly working from top to bottom, gradually exposing my boobs straining against the low cut bra. He held the blouse open, and gave a soft, almost silent whistle, then pushed it off my shoulders to fall on the floor. Next, he unfastened my belt, and the buttons on the skirt, letting it join the blouse. leaving me before him in my bra and a skimpy thong.

"You are so pretty, you have a prefect body." he said in a hoarse whisper.

"Thank you. I'm glad you like me. Now, let me have a turn."

I unfastened the remaining buttons on his shirt, and saw that the black curls did run all the way down his from his chest, disappearing under his jeans. Licking my lips, I unhooked his belt, fumbled with the button on his jeans, and ever so slowly pulled down the. zipper.

As the zipper descended, it revealed a pair of blue low-cut briefs with a massive bulge underneath. Breathing hard with excitement, I tugged on the waistband, and his jeans slid down his muscular legs. Tony stepped out of his pile of clothes, peeled off his socks, then put a hand on my shoulder and moved behind me. As he nuzzled the back of my neck, I felt his hands deftly unhook my bra, then move to my shoulders and sweep away the straps. No longer supported, my boobs fell my chest, finishing the job and pushing the bra off me. I felt his hands sliding down my sides, and my heart pounded as they moved around and under my boobs, lifting and squeezing, then letting them fall back on my chest. he took each swollen nipple between thumb and forefinger, and gently rolled and pulled. I was in heaven, and leaned back into him, his to do whatever he wanted.

His cock was hard inside his shorts, pressing into the crack of my ass. I rotated my hips, grinding my ass back against him, and he pulled me tight against his chest, his big hands flattening my boobs. I ran my hands up and down his legs, and reached around to grab his ass, each cheek firm and muscled. Just as I was wondering what he would do next, his hands dropped my boobs, and went to my hips. Hooking each thumb in the band of my thong, he tugged it down, dragging it between us. I moved away from him,and finished removing it, then turned and got in my knees in front of him. His cock inside his briefs looked real big, maybe the biggest I had ever seen. Only one way to find out, I took hold of the waistband, and pulled them down. First the big head came out, then inch by inch the shaft, until I came to his balls, hanging loose under the enormous cock. Like I thought, his hair ran down to his cock, and bushed out to surround the base and cover his ball sac. I pushed his briefs to the floor so he could step out of them, then took his cock in my hand. It was warm, hard, and thick, with a big vein on the top side. He moaned as I slowly ran my hand up the shaft to the head, were I let my hand make circles around it.

Sliding my hand back down, I pulled it down, and leaning forward, flicked at the head with my tongue.

" Oh God, Sandy. Shit, yeah, you do that good." His words turned me on even more as I swirled my tongue around the head, licking away the precum that was oozing out. I knew I'd never get the whole thing in my mouth, so I engulfed the head and a couple of inches, and moved my head up and down while continuing to roll my tongue around it. Tony put his hands on my shoulders to steady himself, and kept moaning as I worked on his cock. The thought hit me, he was easily the biggest I'd ever seen. Gonna be interesting when he sticks it in me, I thought.

After a couple of minutes, Tony took hold of my arms, and pulled me to my feet, his cock springing up and slapping against his stomach. He sat me on the bed, and gently pushed me onto my back, at the same time lifting and spreading my legs. Now my pussy was open and exposed, his for the taking.

I closed my eyes and tensed up a little, a bit afraid of taking his monster, but instead I felt his tongue slid up my slit. Aaaah, I love having my pussy licked! Tony knew what he was doing too, flicking at my clit, tracing circles around it, licking up and down between the inner lips, and plunging his tongue inside me. It all felt great, and I arched my back from the intense pleasure he was giving me. His strong hands slid up over my soft belly and onto my flattened boobs, squeezing them while his thumbs pressed into my nipples, making them puff up hard. I was already excited, and his expert attention to my clit and pussy was pushing me along fast, making me tingle all over. As my orgasm started to build, I put a hand on his head and pushed his face tight against me. He responded by taking my clit between his lips and sucking it in. Oh God, that was all it took, and I came hard, lifting my ass off the bed and pushing myself against him. It was a good orgasm, long and intense, and when it subsided, I flopped back down on the bed, thinking he was going to get on top of me and take his turn.

But, his tongue kept lapping at me, slow gentle swipes up and down my slit that were almost too much to handle, but it felt too good to make him stop. I grabbed my legs behind the knees, and pulled my legs back as far as I could, opening up even more to him. I felt his finger slip inside, and curl up to touch the inner wall, feeling for my most sensitive spot. When he found it, he pressed his fingertip into it and rubbed it. In my hot and bothered state, it was too much, I yelled and bucked my ass up off the bed, my second orgasm blasting my sides. After it passed, I felt weak and strung-out, and pushed Tony back from my pussy. Any more down there, and I'd probably pass out! He just smiled, and got on top of me, kissing me deep and letting my taste my own juices. His cockhead was bumping against my outer lips, so I obliged, grabbing his ass and pulling him up. The swollen head parted the slick lips and forced its way in, and I felt my cunt stretch around it.

It didn't hurt, I was too wet and turned on, and I wanted more. "Fuck me, please." I whispered in his ear. More of his length slid inside, until he bottomed out, making me grunt. He stopped. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just be gentle, don't go too deep." He kissed me, then started to fuck me me with slow, shallow strokes, being careful not to go too deep. Even though his thickness was stretching me, it felt good. No, more than good, it felt amazing. No man had ever filled me like he was doing. And better yet, he was making sure I was getting pleasure, not just banging away for his own orgasm.

My legs were too short to wrap around him, so spread them wide and clung to him, enjoying the ride I was getting, and feeling another orgasm building up. He was pumping me faster now, but still being careful. The skin around my clit was stretched tight, and every time he pushed in, it pulled on that nub of sensitive flesh. We were both breathing hard, covered in sweat, and holding each other tight. He must have been getting close, because I felt him go even faster, working into me like a machine. I'd hit a peak, and was rolling from one orgasm to another, my pelvic muscles clamping down and trying to grip the thick pole inside me. Just as I was beginning to wear out, he grunted into my neck and his body tensed. Then I felt his cock jerk inside me as the first shot of cum spewed out, followed by several more.