Spring Break III
#3 of Spring Break Collection
Spring Break III
(same beach, yet another story)
by Heuvadoches Naumova
The pair walked past the bar, hand in hand, tails entwined, and giggling softly. The shepherd looked up from his third beer in ten minutes and watched them pass. As they climbed into a taxi, he got up, walked to the edge of the open building and yelled across the beach, "Goddamn fucking dykes!" If they heard, they gave no sign. He watched the mouse pull a towel from the Siamese's waist, pop it and slip inside behind her. The door slid shut and the cab merged into the sea of traffic, disappearing with a left turn at the next light.
"Hey, you," a voice called.
The shepherd turned left, a bitter "What?" on the tip of his tongue. It never made it out though as a large, grey paw caught him in the right side of the jaw. His world exploded into a nova of white pain and sudden darkness as his body collapsed to the sand-sprinkled floor.
Soft, regular beeps penetrated the inky depths of unconsciousness. A tiny prick of light appeared, then grew sideways, giving the dark a horizon. Finally, it expanded into the textured white of a painted ceiling illuminated by harsh, fluorescent lights. The sharp smell of antiseptics and alcohol confirmed his location. He blinked twice and flopped his head to the left, staring first at a raised bed fence, then at a drawn curtain and a shadowed outline.
"Oh, you're awake. Good. Welcome back," said a husky, feminine sounding voice from his right. A door clicked shut, and the clack of heels tracked across the linoleum toward the bed. "You are at South Beach General. Do you know your name, or should I call you John Doe?"
"I am Will. William von Straussberg," he answered, turning his head toward the voice. "How did I ... get ..." he started, but trailed off as he beheld the nurse standing at the right side of the bed. Or rather, the very large breasts barely contained by her uniform.
"Here?" she asked placing her arms behind her back. "Judging by the single bruise on your jaw, and the rather nasty lump on the side of your head, it was a two hit fight. Someone hit you, you hit the floor. The bartender called the ambulance, and in the confusion your attacker got away."
She inhaled slowly to say something else, but her voice fuzzed out in Will's ears as he lay in bed, staring at the full dress. It rose, fell, jiggled and danced, moving on the twin mountains of flesh. Large nipples poked stiffly from under the thin cotton, threatening to burst through. Creamy brown fur fading to light tan around the cleavage expanded again when her paw broke his sight line snapping twice.
"William, are you ... OK?" she asked with an amused smile. "Have you heard anything I said?"
Will blinked. "Uh ... yeah, sorry ... I ... ah ..." he stuttered, looking up into the warm, brown eyes of the collie. "Dora?" he finished, reading the black name tag pinned to the top of one of the large boobs. "Am I free to go then?" he asked, tossing back the sheets and sitting up. "What the?!!?" he cried, realizing two things rather quickly. His current lack of clothing complicated by his throbbing hard cock. His ears turned bright crimson as he fell back into bed, scrambling to pull the covers back up. "Where the hell are my clothes?!"
"I don't think your clothes would have helped hide that," Dora snickered. "Relax, they're in the cabinet over there," she said, pointing at a large, steel locker on the wall. "Besides, what's your hurry?" The nurse slowly caressed up Will's leg, brushing over the tented sheet and licking her lips.
"W..wait, what are you doing?" Will asked as Dora's paw closed on his member through the sheet and gripped gently. His claws dug into the mattress as he fought a loud groan when she slowly pulled the sheet back from his chest while she drug the fabric along his shaft. "Ohh, shit!" he moaned, watching in disbelief as the collie bent down to nuzzle along his pulsing manhood. Her breath blew lightly across the fuzz on his balls, sending goose flesh racing up his back and chest.
"Mmm," Dora mumbled softly, taking the trembling, squirting tip into her mouth and peeling back the sheets to the shepherd's knees. Her head bobbed in a gentle rhythm and her breasts bounced against his leg while her paws roamed his body. Sliding down his legs and slipping up his chest, the wandering fingers stopped to squeeze his nuts. Fondling them gently with one paw, the collie reached into a utility pocket on the uniform, opening something with a light snap.
Absorbed in what Dora was doing to his cock, Will never heard the noise. He stared as his rigid member disappeared and reappeared, sliding in and out of her muzzle. He moaned louder and louder as his knot swelled, trapping his sheath behind the thick flesh ties. Slowly his eyes closed and his head sank into the pillow, the feeling of her tongue writhing across his shaft rocketing him to the edge. His whole body tensed, his legs began to quiver and his tool gave one final swell before his resistance shattered.
Spurt after spurt of thick shepherd seed splattered across Dora's tongue. Greedily, she swallowed every drop the large male offered. Then, when he finished dribbling his load, she gave his pole a final nuzzle and patted his drained ball sack. She grinned up at the dazed college pup and pulled a lube-slick paw from under her skirt and wiped it off on a nearby towel. Then, she pulled up the sheets to his chest and gave him a light peck on the cheek.
"Oh, shit..." William sighed. "After something like that, I think I'll get in a fight here more often," he said weakly, looking into her eyes.
Dora giggled. "You're lucky you didn't get anything broken." She turned and walked quickly to the door, being very careful to keep her front out of view. "Get well," she murmured softly, looking over her shoulder. Then with a sad, wistful look, she slipped out of the door.