The Reluctant Savior. Krystan

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СКАЧАТЬ melded into one another—where physical boundaries collapsed and souls swirled together in a holy concoction of heavenly ecstasy.

      Sensing his eagerness, Carmella gently pushed back, affording Gabriel a full frontal view of her body as she untied the bow beneath her breasts, allowing the short red nightie to gently part and reveal the fullness of her sexuality.

      His eyes seemed drawn to the beckoning dark triangle between her legs, and his hand reached out, slowly spreading her labia with his middle finger as it began to gently massage her swollen clitoris. Carmella moaned with pleasure while his finger pushed farther into her moist vagina, sending currents of exquisite pleasure surging throughout her body as it continued to probe, deeper and deeper.

      No longer able to control herself, she withdrew his finger, placing it fully into her mouth, where she savored the musky flavors of her own love juices. Further aroused, she let her hands fly to his belt and zipper, shoving his pants and underwear to his knees as she sought a source of even greater pleasure. Before her eyes, as he sat there on the couch, Gabriel’s cock stood hard, thick, much larger than she had remembered, and at full attention. Right now, as Carmella dropped to her knees, all she could think of was that big hard dick in her mouth. She struggled to pace herself, however, first allowing her tongue to tease the head a bit, slowly encircling her target as her lips prepared to descend the shaft. He was wet now, with clear love juices oozing from the tiny hole in the tip of his cock. Her mouth contained his flow, and the sweet taste of his manhood aroused her taste buds as she slowly began to take in more and more of his rigid cock. Two inches, three, four—she fought the urge to gag as her lips stretched for his balls. She soon had the full six inches before she began to withdraw, rhythmically sucking as she worked her way back up the shaft to the head. Normally, she would have welcomed the sensation of his cock pulsing in her mouth as his come exploded over her tongue, but not tonight. No…they had far more important business to conduct tonight!

      Gabriel moaned as he, too, struggled with the urge to come. He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer, and was thankful as Carmella pushed him back on the couch, mounted his supine body, and quickly plunged his cock deeply into her now-dripping-wet pussy. Her hips thrust rhythmically as she drove them down hard onto his engorged cock, intuitively determined to push it as deeply into her own body as possible. By now, nature had taken over completely, with the two partners completely immersed in a sea of passion that had engulfed them both. Frequency and intensity escalated to a feverish pitch as they both yielded to the explosive energy that now demanded an immediate release.

      “I’m coming, I’m coming!” moaned Gabriel as Carmella drove his manhood into the deepest recesses of her body.

      “Yes, yes!” she replied in total synchrony with the undulation of her hips. “Give it to me!” she implored as Gabriel’s body pulsed his milky white sperm into her vagina. “Gimme that baby!” she repeated with one final powerful thrust before she collapsed on his chest, both of them literally gasping for air.

      “Oh my god,” Gabriel groaned as the intensity of the moment now seemed to have momentarily drained him of his very life essence. “That was amazing!” he whispered as Carmella cradled his head between her breasts. “Completely amazing…” he repeated weakly, as he bordered on losing consciousness altogether.

      As Gabriel faded into blissful oblivion, Carmella seemed to experience just the opposite sensation. She felt totally energized—alive, vital, almost as if she were fulfilling a grand purpose that the universe had written into her destiny. Almost immediately, she rolled off the couch and onto her back on the floor below. She raised her legs up to the couch and over Gabriel’s seemingly lifeless body, determined to give his little white warriors full access to the treasures hidden deep within her body. She remembered reading somewhere that this move would increase the likelihood of his sperm reaching her egg, and true or not, she thrust her legs into the air to allow gravity to provide as much assistance as possible.

      “Whatever are you doing, Carmella?” Gabriel questioned, slowly returning to his senses from what had been a most incredible, though momentary, reverie into uncharted territory for him. He still felt exhausted, but at least was oriented to time and place once again.

      “Mr. Gabe, I’s just makin’ sure yo’ sperm is gettin’ as far up in me as it can. I jist kno’ that this is the right time for that baby o’ yours, an’ I’m doin’ my best to make it happen like you want. Yes, sir, Mr. Gabe, Carmella done gave you the best o’ what she had! Cain’t do no betta’…no sirree!”

      “I don’t think it’s humanly possible to do any better, Carmella,” Gabriel replied with a sigh, now feeling a bit sad that this would probably be the very last time the two of them would share such an amazingly intimate moment together. “It was beautiful…you are beautiful,” he smiled, deeply grateful to this young lady for her sacrifice in his behalf. “If this doesn’t work, we’re out of time now,” he lamented.

      “Don’t you worry none ’bout that, Mr. Gabe. Carmella ain’t gonna let you worry no mo.’ No sirree! Yo’ son’s in here right now,” she smiled, rubbing her belly while she lay there on the floor. “You’ll see, Mr. Gabe, you’ll see…”

      chapter 8

      Two Pigs and a Pen

      Portland, Oregon

      September 2002

      Virginia Morrison felt more than a little uneasy. It was her next-to-last semester at OHSU nursing school, but her first exposure to the world of psychiatric disorders. She had heard horror stories from some of her other classmates about what went on behind the locked double doors looming ominously in front of her, and she wondered just what percentage of them were actually true. Even one would be more than enough, she told herself nervously, wiping the perspiration from her hand as she reached for the intercom to be buzzed in.

      “Ms. Morrison!” The sound of her instructor, Kathryn Walker, a few steps behind, stopped her arm in midair. “Wait just a second and we’ll all go in together. There’s always a risk when the doors are opened, so they ask us to come in as a group, rather than one or two at a time. Aren’t you a bit anxious?” she queried as Gin quickly lowered her arm.

      “Well, yes ma’am,” she replied, her voice reflecting a good bit of uncertainty. “I knew you all were just behind me, so I thought I might as well let them know we’re here.”

      “And that’s certainly fine,” Ms. Walker added reassuringly. “It might be better to let me handle the request for entry this time, though, since it is our first visit, and you students are all new around here. I’m really the one they’re used to dealing with. Is that ok with you, sweetie?”

      “Certainly, Ms. Walker. Didn’t mean to be presumptuous. Go right ahead.” Gin winced, imperceptibly she hoped, at the thought of being called “sweetie.” Anyone growing up with Virginia Sue Morrison would never have used the word “sweetie” to describe her. The flaming red-headed daughter of Frank and Mary Morrison would hardly ever have qualified for so gentle an epithet. Her three sisters would have more likely deemed her hellcat than sweetie, but then again, they lived with her, and knew all too well her rather tart wit and piercing temper. Reaching her twenty-first birthday had brought a welcome diminution of the latter, but hardly to the point of “sweetie.” Gin’s hallmark keen mind and highly perceptive nature continued on unabated, however, making her a rather remarkable student, and certainly a leader among her classmates.

      Kathryn Walker was no newcomer to the game either. At forty-two years of age, and with over twenty years as a registered nurse, she was a strong asset to the OHSU nursing program. With her doctorate in nursing practice, she was well equipped, experientially and educationally, СКАЧАТЬ