THE DOCTOR VERSUS THE NURSE
by HG Hunt
Fiction - Any resemblance to real people is purely
coincidental.
Was it innocent? Linda
wasn't sure, but she was intrigued either way. Her
shift at the large hospital where she was a nurse supervisor
was ending her agreement to follow one of the doctors home
to her house was now imminent. Having known the doctor
for several years it was no surprise when occasionally their
private conversations in the staff lounges and locker rooms
had turned to personal things. So it had been today
when Sandy, a gorgeous mature full-figured woman doctor had
lamented to nurse Linda that sometimes she had wrestled her
husband as a form of “exercise”. Linda of course
recognized how such exertions are certainly good for the
body, there was certainly a lingering feeling that there may
be “more” to the admission than was mentioned.
So when Sandy further lamented that such activity was seldom
rewarding in a competitive sense because her husband was so
much stronger than she. She wished she had a wrestling
partner that was more her size and strength to produce a
more fulfilling experience. “What do you think about
wrestling me after work?” Sandy was asking.
Sandy, a large breasted blonde had a sparkle in her eye when
Linda questioned her about what it was like wrestling with
her husband and she could see a sly expression of potential
interest that eventually led her to propose the after-work
rendezvous to have a stimulating match with her.
Linda, a dark haired brunette had ample breasts too,
although they weren’t as prodigiously mammoth as Sandy’s
were. Other than that they were both about 5 ft 5 in
and weighed about 140-145 lbs, which gave them both a
shapely figure, especially for women in their late forties.
While the only spoken words revolved around the fitness
benefits of what wrestling could do for them, it was
undeniable to Linda that there might be “other” stimulation
beyond that.
For several years she and her husband had carried on bedroom
conversations that excited her husband Steve. He had
long been a fan of catfights and lesbian porn, which he had
shared openly with Linda. She played along with his
fantasies in their matrimonial bed and had grown to enjoy
those sessions and the fantasy right along with Steve.
She and he would often propose to each other potential
women, both acquaintances and strangers, as exciting
candidates for their battle fantasies. Sometimes they
would be wicked catfights and other times more sensual
battles between Linda and the imagined opponent, including
sexual encounters.
So with that kind of background and one real-life catfight
with a woman who had been drunk and coming on to Steve at a
New Years Eve party that became delicious fodder for she and
Steve to relive, it was with an open mind that Linda
accepted Sandy’s invitation. The shift ended and after
confirming their agreement in the staff lounge they walked
together to the parking garage and got in their cars for
Linda to follow Sandy to her home, where she had promised
complete privacy since her husband was away on a business
trip.
Anticipation was high for Linda as she didn’t really know
whether Sandy had any subliminal reasons to wish for this
confrontation or if the fitness benefits were the only
reason. She had enough doubt about the stated reason
that a tingle of excitement crept over her about what “else”
might be in store for their late afternoon get together.
She was firmly ready if a bit nervous as well. She had
never really wrestled before, but even though this would not
be a catfight, the fact that she had been on top of her
adversary in that previously mentioned catfight (after a
wild and closely contested fight up to that point) after
they were eventually pulled apart by onlookers, gave her
enough confidence that she could at least make the match
worthwhile for Sandy. Both women’s tops and bras had
been ripped off in that encounter before being broken up.
Once inside the living room Sandy asked Linda to help her
clear an area in the middle of the carpeted room for them to
be able to maneuver for their match. Linda asked about
what to wear and Sandy suggested stripping down to bra and
panties which seemed eminently practical. Off came
their slacks and blouses and jewelry to be tossed aside.
The two buxom women, the blonde doctor and the brunette
nurse stepped to the center of the room and commenced to
start a stand-up grabbing and struggle to take the other
down to the floor. It was pretty even but eventually
the two ended up on the floor writhing around in various
clinches, their perspiring bodies straining against each
other with various arm and leg holds tried with limited
success in gaining permanent control. Several minutes
went by and during these strenuous exertions first Linda and
then Sandy lost their bras. A short break allowed them
to remove them from the arena of battle before resuming what
Sandy referred to as “letting the girls out” as those bras
were just getting in the way anyway.
Linda eagerly agreed and so when their match resumed they
were now dressed only in white panties that were a bit sweat
soaked and revealing. Both women were unshaven beneath
and so a few stragglers of pubic hair leaked out from their
crotches revealing hair colors that were in both cases a
match with the hair on their heads. Sandy’s light
colored hair was visible to Linda and Linda’s dark brown
fuzz overflowing at the sides of her panties surely was
noted by Sandy. The sweat-drenched panties made it
clear to both women what a substantial bush the other had.
The resumption of the match quickly took them to the floor
again and the strain of muscles being pushed to the limit
and the amateurish skills they possessed, when combined with
their fairly equal strength, kept the contest going for
several minutes. The tight contact and tactile
sensations associated with intertwining legs, arms and hands
grabbing for any hold they could find were exhilarating for
them both. Arms and hands found breasts. Legs
intertwined. Faces came into contact with legs,
breasts, arms and torsos. While both were still firmly
engaged in a contest of will and skill, the creeping
realization that other motivations were being revealed could
not be denied.
Eventually after a very even struggle Linda found herself
sprawled on top of Sandy. Their chests were heaving
from the need to replenish their oxygen-starved muscles.
Linda had managed to grasp Sandy’s wrists and hold them out
to the side so her arms were useless. Their faces were
nose to nose and their breasts were squishing outward from
the pressure of Linda’s weight on top of Sandy. After
a couple minutes of struggling to get out from under Linda
to no avail, and with both women tired and Sandy unable to
muster the strength to flip Linda from her heat-to-toe
body-to-body perch above. With fire in her eyes,
unwilling to submit or accept defeat, Sandy, desperate to
not lose to the “nurse” (her doctor’s pride was on the line
after all) she did the only thing she could.
She thrust her hips upward forcing Linda’s hips to bounce
upward. It was a challenge.
Linda accepted.
She in turn lifted her hips and thrust downward into Sandy’s
panty-covered lower body. This response confirmed for
Sandy that Linda was willing to engage in a panty-bashing
hip-thrusting contest. Up and down they went.
Sandy thrusting up and Linda matching with vigorous thrusts
downward. Often they would meet in mid thrust with
pubic mounds making smacking noises from the onslaught.
Now it was clear that the “wrestling” was over and another
more intimate battle was underway. Both pairs of eyes
were wide open. Sandy’s deep blue gaze met Linda’s
hard glare and whatever intensity they may have been feeling
during the earlier portion of their match had now been
elevated to a new level. And a new focus too.
The bouncing groins were stimulating their libidos.
Linda had let go of Sandy’s arms and while propping her
upper torso up she gave her hips more momentum for the
downward thrusts into Sandy’s crotch. An occasional
twirl of her hanging breasts, nipples distended like
daggers, against Sandy’s massive boobs confirmed for Sandy
that Linda was aware of and fully engaged in this new avenue
of competitive exploration. She made her move.
With her gaze intent and full of challenge she reached down
and pulled her panties aside at the crotch. Linda
recognized and accepted, repeating the maneuver herself so
that now their panties were out of the way and their hairy
pussies had no barrier between them. After Linda
pulled her panties aside she slowly lowered her brown bush
into Sandy’s blonde muff and twirled a small circle in a
grinding motion. The feeling of their scratchy curls
intertwining and mingling was glorious. Sandy grinned
an almost evil grin and responded in kind. Now their
pussies were the absolute focus of their battle.
Blonde vs brown. Doctor vs nurse. Sandy vs
Linda.
“I will out-fuck you!” Sandy’s eyes glared. No words
needed.
“Not a fucking chance! My pussy will prevail!” Linda glared
right back, again without a word being spoken.
The humping and grinding now commenced in earnest.
Linda on top but Sandy wickedly using her thick brown bush
and proud clit to attack Linda’s womanhood from below.
The pubic arena became drenched with liquid juices.
Hairs became soaked and the surges, grinding, and thrusts
were surely pushing both women towards an unavoidable
orgasm. Linda’s clit had grown from under her hood and
strained to make delicious contact with Sandy’s pleasure
horn. When their clits met the sounds of moans and
groans of excitement permeated the room. Sloshing
sucking sounds from wet pussy lips smacking, grinding, and
rubbing made it clear that this sexual battle for supremacy
was very heated.
“Come first bitch! Cum for me!” Sandy’s eyes
demanded Linda cum and lose the war.
“Not me. You’ll be the one who loses control first!”
Linda’s brown eyes retorted.
Linda reached down and with her arms pulled Sandy’s legs up
to her shoulders so that she could mount a more dominant
angle of attack with her cunt. Sandy knew the
predicament she was in but her arousal and her belief that
Linda was just as close as she was to cumming gave her
confidence that she could withstand this new position.
So Linda angled her torso back and aimed her elongated clit
at Sandy’s pink pussy and slid it inside for a twirl to feel
the ecstatic wetness inside. Moan after moan escaped
Sandy’s lips and Linda rode her pussy up and down, side to
side, round and round for several minutes before she
grimaced to hold back her own “almost” orgasm and attacked
Sandy’s clit directly with her own. Sandy ground back
with everything she had. The tight confines and
pressure between their sex-horns, warmed by their mutual
juices, pushed them both towards finality.
Sandy yelled “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Nooooooooooooooooooooo. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”
She came in a gusher of flowing cunt juices, swarming
Linda’s wide open cunt with Sandy’s feminine scented aromas
and liquid. Linda, although feeling a deep ache of
lust to submit to her own orgasm, managed to stare into
Sandy’s eyes as if to say “Take that bitch! I made you
cum!” She swirled her big clit all around Sandy’s a
few more times to punctuate her victory and with one very
slow final down and up clitty slide the full length of
Sandy’s wide open cunt she rolled off from atop her foe.
Linda had won. She had prevailed over her doctor
friend. The wrestling match had turned into something
else for sure. She had wondered about that from the
moment Sandy made the suggestion, but she had no idea how
fun and erotic the encounter would become. Now that
she finished she got up to watch Sandy close her eyes with a
clear expression of satisfaction on her face. Linda
dressed as Sandy lay sprawled on the floor, her panties
still pulled aside to show her glistening and satisfied
pussy.
“See you tomorrow at work,” Linda
said as she headed out the door.
“Sure will! Thanks for the match.”
Linda and Steve had a thrilling good time that evening.
The End