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I was working an evening shift at the hospital and was headed to change some dressings on a patient and give a sponge bath. The patient was a young man, 20, who was involved in a construction accident. He had cuts and scrapes on his arms, legs and abdomen. The cuts weren't deep or life threatening but he had developed an infection so he was in the hospital for IV antibiotics as treatment.
In almost 3 decades of being a nurse I have given at least 100 baths and over this time I feel like I had seen "them" all. I headed to the last room down the hall with my cart full of medical supplies and also with towels and a cloth for the bath. As I entered I noticed that he was the only patient in the 2 bed room. I checked his chart and seen his name was John Maynor and seeing as he was so young I called him by his first name.
"Hi John, I'm Marie, how are you feeling this evening?".
John spoke "Hey, umm doing pretty good I guess. Bored obviously."
"Not much to do in a hospital. I'm gonna give you a bath and then change your dressings, ok?"
John just nodded as I began to unload the supplies onto the top tray of the cart. I went to the sink in the washroom and filled a basin with warm water and one basin with soap for the bath. When I returned I explained to John that I needed to remove his hospital gown in order to give him his bath. Despite his injuries, he was able to sit up so I could untie his gown from behind his neck. Once I had untied the knot he pulled his arms out and then l took the gown off of the rest of his body and placed it on the chair beside the bed.
I began the bath putting on gloves then started on his neck and then got John to lift his arms so I could wash his pits. I proceeded to wash his chest, then down to his abdomen and that is when I noticed his penis. As I had said, I thought I had seen them all but John was by far the biggest I had ever witnessed and he was soft by the looks of it hanging down onto his left leg. I continued washing his sides and then asked him to sit up again so I could wash his back. When he sat up and slouched forward it gave me the chance to really get a look at his member without him being able to see me looking. Once I finished soaping his back I switched cloths and rinsed his back with clean water. Then I put my hand on his shoulder and nudged him to lay back again.
John had a cut on the inside of his right thigh, so when I washing his leg I had to be careful not to get too close as I'm sure brushing over the cut would cause discomfort. I kept my cloth away from his wound but was now soaping his testicles and his shaft. I'm no expert on sizes but I'd guess he was 7-8 inches soft and after my brief handling of his penis he began to grow in front of me as I continued down his other thigh. Once I finished with the soap, I switched cloths and now had to rinse his lower half with clean water. I started with his feet and worked my way back up in hopes it would give John time to settle down.
When I got back to his groin I couldn't help but gawk at his penis which I now assumed was fully erect. It has huge, throbbing and pointed straight towards his chest and was well past his belly button as it hovered above his stomach. I actually gasped when I saw it and covered my mouth in shock.
"Sorry" John said with a tone of embarrassment.
"Don't be sorry, it happens quite often" I replied and I wasn't lying as it did happen quite often.
For some reason as I was about to rinse his testicles I reached up and grabbed his shaft and held it straight up. I couldn't help but notice as I continued to rinse that my fingers and thumb were no where close to touching due to his girth. As well, I noticed the amount of shaft above and below my hand. I now moved the cloth up his shaft with my right hand as my left travelled to the head and then I proceed back down. Normally once up or down is enough but I was so mystified with his penis that I actually rinsed him a few times. This had been the first time in my nursing career I had crossed the professional line.
I finally regained some composure and asked John to roll over so I could wash his butt and the back of legs before I started on his dressings. As John rolled back over and got comfortable I began to get the bandages on my tray ready. I kept stealing glances at his groin and he still seemed to be at full erection. I began with peeling all his old dressings off and applying an antibiotic to the wounds. I started with his chest first, onto his arms and then went to his thigh. I finally finished his dressings and helped John put his gown back on. The obvious bulge under his medical gown looked like a baseball bat under a table cloth.
After I finished my shift I headed home and went straight to bed. That night I had an extremely erotic dream that I gave John a hand job to help him relieve his problem. I honestly can say I have never fantasized about anyone since before our wedding. There was something so hot about what he was packing and how he was hard for so long. I felt guilty just thinking about him.
I was still on evenings for another week so when I went back to work I was quite excited to go see John again. Normally we only give a sponge bath every few days but since it was slow and I had time I decided to give him another bath when I went to change his dressings part way through my shift.
Unlike the previous bath, John was already hard when I took his gown off and I was having a real hard time not openly gawking as I washed him. When I was washing his testicles and shaft I couldn't help notice how rigid he seemed. I gave him a couple extra passes with the cloth than I did yesterday and even gave him a faint squeeze as I held it straight up from his body.
That seemed to be a bit much for John as he moaned slightly as I did that. I realized that was enough and continued on with bath and the dressing change. Again, he was rock hard as I worked and his penis continued to throb in front of me. As I worked away on his thigh I noticed John was beginning to tremble while he let out a muffled moan.
Right before my eyes, John began to ejaculate thick long spurts of semen all over his stomach, chest and the bed. He was grunting and lifted his torso up and down as his orgasm continued to plaster his body. I had never seen such a display in my life and could not believe how much semen he produced.
"Oh my god!" John said apologetically "I'm so sorry, I couldn't stop myself. It just happened!"
I was stunned. I've never had a patient ejaculate in front of me and he never even touched himself. I knew I needed to say something but what do you say in a situation like this. The expression on John's face was of panic so I wanted to make him feel better.
"It's ok. Don't feel bad, we will get you cleaned up and comfortable again. This isn't the first time an accident has happened." The last statement was a lie but it seemed to put him at ease a bit.
I grabbed a towel and began to wipe the copious amounts of cum off his body and tried my best to clean anything off the bed and floor. I then proceeded to give
him another wipe with a wet sponge and washed his chest and stomach before I washed his penis and balls again. As I wiped his penis upward more semen flowed out of his urethra onto the head. I began to milk him so he would expel all his fluids from his shaft and in doing that he began to harden under my grip.
Again I was shocked with John and his ability to achieve another erection so quickly after having such a powerful orgasm only minutes prior. I continued to stroke upwards in a covered attempt at trying to help him clean out but he was now back to full erection and I was now essentially giving him a hand job.
"Don't stop!" John exclaimed.
At this point I wanted to help him out as he was obviously in need of some more relief. I continued stroking and even placed my other hand on his long shaft. My pumping increased in speed and he was moaning again like before.
"Oh god! I'm gonna cum again!" John cried out.
And cum he did. Spurts and spurts of thick semen shot out from his penis up into the air as I tried to direct the flow back onto his chest again. Just like before, John was covered in semen and it honestly seemed like the same amount as before. I started cleaning him again and tried to not encourage another erection by staying away from his shaft as best I could.
I finally got him cleaned up and although he still wasn't completely limp he seemed to be at ease. Once I had finished packing up my supplies I awkwardly said goodbye to John and headed to my next task.
Before I left for home I popped into his room to see if he needed anything and he said "I should be good till tomorrow's bath now."
His comment made me think he was expecting another helpful bath and I honestly felt like I would "help" him if he needed it again. I went home again that night and went straight to bed with a guilty conscience. When I awoke I was horny while confused as I couldn't wait for my shift to begin again.
Today was quite busy once I arrived and I didn't get to check on John until near the end of my shift. When I got to his room I checked his IV it was almost empty so I went to get another one. Upon my return it was quite obvious that John was excited as his hospital gown was tented obscenely.
I didn't bring any wash clothes or any other supplies for a bath and John must've noticed. "No sponge bath tonight?" he quizzed.
"Short staffed!" I replied. "Maybe tomorrow."
John looked dejected and said "I really could use some relief again though. Do you mind helping me Nurse?" With that comment he raised his bandaged hands as if to say I'm inured and need medical care.
I knew better and I knew this was not part of hospital care but John seem to know I was willing to help him once again. The fact that he had called me Nurse also helped tug on my moral strings.
"No problem John, I'll just finish up your IV."
I replied. Once I finished his IV I pulled off his gown and put on a pair of gloves as if to make my actions justified that this was medical care. Once my gloves were on I grabbed his shaft and literally began jerking him off as if it was my duty.
John was fully erect within seconds and since I wasn't "cleaning" him I decided to use both hands to complete my task. Even with both hands on him there was plenty of shaft above and below my hands. I was only about a minute or so into the handjob when John spoke.
"Have you got any lube?" he asked.
I then realized I was probably causing him some discomfort as my gloves weren't exactly moisturizing. I reached around into my tray in hopes I might have something I could use but I there was nothing. As I slowed my jerking I realized the only lubricant I had at my disposal was saliva and I couldn't head back for lube as it would likely cause some questions.
I bent down towards his penis and cupped my right hand and spit into my palm. I spread the saliva around his shaft as best I could and continued jerking him. The saliva worked but the friction of the gloves made it only last a little bit before I had to bend over and spit again. Once I had to do this a third time I realized the gloves were making things worse. I quickly discarded them and spit into my bare hand and slowly stoked his shaft until it was coated as best as possible. This was way better without gloves and John's moans confirmed it.
I soon realized I had been working on his release for at least 5 minutes which isn't that long but when you are in a hospital it seemed like a very long time to get caught.
"Are you getting close?" I quizzed John.
"Sorry!" he said "I am a ways from it yet, do you have another technique?"
I was kind of dumbfounded when he said that. How many ways can you really jerk someone off? I tried massaging his testicles while I stroked him but that still wasn't working and I needed to add more spit soon.
It was when I bent over to spit into my palm again when I realized how close my mouth was to his shaft. I paused and thought about it and instead of spitting in my hand I moved my head slightly over until it was directly over the head of his penis. I lowered my head slightly and spit directly onto his head with my lips less than an inch away. As the saliva slid over his crown and onto his shaft I spread it further down with my hand. When my hand ascended back up the motion caused his head to touch my lips as I had yet to lean away.
As soon as my lips touched him he groaned loudly for the first time today. This flipped a switch inside me as I instinctively kissed his head and started to move down his shaft adding wet kisses to aid in lubrication. My mind soon went blank and the lip kissing soon turned to tongue kissing as I was licking up and down his long shaft.
I was no longer a nurse, a mother or a widowed wife. I had become a floozy drunk with lust because of John's huge member. I was performing oral sex on someone who was not my husband and I didn't care one bit. I needed to make him cum and I wanted him to do it in my mouth. I licked, sucked and stroked him in hopes to get him to erupt as soon as possible.
I used to give my husband blowjobs and even swallowed the small amount of semen that he produced. I knew what John could produce and was eager to swallow as much as I could.
"Tell me when?" I asked in a muffled voice.
John didn't reply but it didn't stop me from continuing to blow him. He thrust up into my mouth and clenched when he did. I took that as a sign and put both my hands on his shaft with my lips over his head and jerked him while coaxing him to cum.
"Here it comes!" John grunted.
Spurts fired into my mouth as I relished the warm and salty substance. There was so much and as I tried to swallow I realized I could not take his huge load so pulled off him to swallow as more ropes hit me in the face. Once I had swallowed some I wanted more so I opened my mouth again to catch a few more spurts. I alternated between opening my mouth to swallow and closing to allow him to shoot on my face at least 5 times until he finally quit ejaculating. I was covered in semen and so was John's penis and balls from what dripped off my face.
I used my fingers to scoop the cum on my face into my mouth and then grabbed a cloth to clean my face thoroughly. I then proceeded to clean John and the bed until there was no traces of semen left. Reality soon hit me and the realization that I had given a patient a blowjob almost had me in an anxiety attack. I quickly said goodbye to John and darted out of his room and headed for the washroom at the nurses desk. Once inside I washed my face with cold water and then sat on the toilet to pee and regain some composure.
Upon exiting the washroom I finished some work at the desk and then headed home to have a shower and crawl into bed. The next day my schedule moved to nights so hopefully John would be sleeping when I would be checking in on him.
Once my shift began I went straight to John's room to check on him. He was asleep but the light that entered the dark room from the hallway often woke most patients. I checked his IV levels and soon he was starting to wake from his sleep. Once he realized it was me he said "Hey, I'm so glad you are here, it was a long day!"
With that statement he began to discard his blanket and lift up his robe to expose himself. I think if this had ever happened to me before I would've went to my manager to report his behaviour but I once again couldn't help myself. I went straight for the door to shut it and then turned on the bathroom light to give us a small amount of lighting.
Like clockwork, I began my routine of stroking him and soon I was sucking every inch of his massive penis. After a few minutes, John started moaning and making comments about how good I was at helping him and how I was such a Milf. I loved hearing him compliment me and when he placed his hand on my back to lightly rub me I began to moan myself. This was easily the most erotic moment of my life as I felt like a college girl again.
I was easily sucking him for 5-7 minutes by now and I was honestly starting to get tired and was hoping he'd cum soon in my mouth. I began using both hands on his shaft as sucked as much as possible of his head in an attempt to make him ejaculate but even after another couple minutes of this he still wasn't close.
John must have sensed my frustration as he said "Sorry, I'm still not ready, could you maybe take off your top?"
Just like each time, John's polite way of controlling me made me comply and I began to take my scrub top off. Once it was off, I looked at him for approval and he just smiled and said "Bra?"
I reached behind and unclasped my bra and stood for John as if I was waiting for his approval or next command. John just smirked and gave a nod as if I was to get back to the oral sex he wanted. I went back to sucking him for another minute or so until John said "Use your boobs!"
I took the hint, I leaned forward and wrapped my breasts around his shaft. This wasn't my first 'tittyfuck' and I knew what to do with my girls. This was just what he seemed to need as he began moaning in appreciation as I rode up and down on him. I began to add my mouth as I was able to suck his head while I stroked with my breasts.
John began to grunt and whimper and soon warned me that he was about to cum. I soon felt his warm cum shooting into my mouth as I continued milking him with my breasts. "Let me cum on them!" he asked. I pulled away my mouth and let him spurt all over my face and breasts. Stream after stream coated me in what was now by far the largest amount he had yet to produce.
"Wow, that was a lot!" was all I could muster.
John was still panting and recovering as I headed for the bathroom to clean up. As I looked at myself in the mirror, topless and covered in semen, I honestly smiled and enjoyed what I saw. This was such a change for me with how I approached sex and I was starting to really enjoy it. Once I was cleaned up I headed back out to John to begin his cleanup as well.
John was smiling ear to ear and that's when I. noticed he had another erection or was still fully erect.
"Sorry!" he said "That was great, could we do it again?"
Wow, was all I could think although I wasn't surprised with his ability to recover from orgasm. And once again, I instinctively headed for his groin and start sucking him. I had yet to clean him up so there was lots of cum still on his shaft and testicles that I could use to stroke him as I sucked on the tip. I felt like a teenager with her first boyfriend, wanting and willing to do anything. After a few minutes, John once again told me to use my boobs and of course I did and soon he was cumming all over me again. Quickly he and I were both cleaned up and he seemed content with his 2 orgasms so I headed back out to do some actual nursing.
The next night when I arrived as I was talking to one of my colleagues and she mentioned that John's bandages had been removed and the cuts were looking much better. Upon hearing this I realized John would likely be discharged and he wouldn't need any relief sessions.
Nearing the end of my shift I headed to John's room for what I assumed would be another blowjob session. As I entered, John raised his arms to show me his bandages were gone. His wounds had healed nicely and but he was still hooked up to the IV. After we exchanged pleasantries he discarded his gown and grabbed his already hardening penis and gave it a few strokes with his own hand. I was on the verge of asking if he still even wanted my help but was nervous he might say no.
I began stroking him gently until he reached full erection and then took my top and bra off. I leaned in closer and continued stroking while admiring his massive hardon. It wasn't long until John commanded that I 'suck it too' and so I did. I wanted to make him cum quickly as I had hoped for 2 sessions just in case he'd be released soon. I sucked and stoked with eagerness and eventually used my breasts as well. John reached out with his free hand and massaged my left breast as I massaged him with my boobs. He even complimented me on how great they felt and that I looked so sexy.
I was really soaking up his compliments as I pleasured him and because of his sweet words it was probably why I didn't flinched at his next suggestion. "Get on!" John said.
I knew what he meant by get on. He wanted me to ride him. I should've said that this would be too far crossing the line but I didn't. Instead I pushed down my scrubs and panties in one quick motion. Climbed up onto the bed, straddle his waist as he held his penis up so he could enter me. I was trembling with anticipation of how he would feel inside me. As I lowered down onto him, my vagina stretched easily to accommodate his girth. Oh what a sensation it was to finally feel John's magnificent organ inside me.
"Oh my god John, you feel incredible inside me!" I whispered to him.
"Wait till I cum inside you" John replied.
The idea of his semen inside me was enough to make me orgasm right then. I came hard and had to try and keep my whimpers and moans as quiet as possible. I had stopped riding him after my orgasm as I needed to compose myself but John then began to thrust up into me from below. I lifted up some to give him more range of motion. I was in heaven as he pleasured me from below.
John picked up the pace and warned me he would orgasm soon. I lusted in anticipation of his climax inside me and replied "Let me earn it."
I began riding John hard and fast as I wanted nothing more than to have him ejaculate up into me. It had been years since I had had sex and this was better than I had remembered and I was on the verge of my second orgasm.
"Here it comes!" announced John. Within seconds I could feel his semen pumping inside and my orgasm hit. What an incredible feeling as I collapsed and fell forward with my breasts into John's face as he pumped his penis into me from below.
Once John stopped and I had recovered, I sat up and slowly rode him as I looked down to watch his semen slide out onto his semi hard shaft. In typical John fashion he began to stiffen once again inside me, thickening and lengthening as I rocked slowly on him, milking every last drop that still oozed from his tip.
I couldn't believe it.
He'd just emptied what felt like a pint inside me, and thirty seconds later he was already rock-hard again, stretching me open all over.
"Round two?" he grinned, hands sliding up to squeeze my heavy breasts, thumbs flicking my nipples.
I should have climbed off.
I should have pulled my scrubs back on and walked out, pretending none of this ever happened.
Instead I leaned forward, kissed him hard (first time our mouths had ever met), and whispered, "Give me everything you've got!"
John's hands dropped to my hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there.
He lifted me like I weighed nothing and started driving up into me (long, punishing strokes that slammed into my cervix and made the bed frame rattle against the wall).
I had to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming.
My second orgasm hit fast, rolling through me so hard my vision blurred.
I felt myself gush around him, soaking his balls and the sheets beneath us.
John didn't slow down.
He flipped me onto my back in one smooth motion, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and folded me nearly in half. I lifted my shirt and exposed my breasts.
Then he started pounding (deep, brutal thrusts that made my tits bounce wildly and the headboard bang in rhythm).
I lost track of time.
Lost track of how many times I came.
All I knew was the slap of skin on skin, the wet squelch of his cock driving into his own cum inside me, and the low, constant growl in his throat.
When he finally came again it felt like a dam breaking.
I swear I could feel every pulse (hot, thick ropes flooding me so full that it squirted out around his shaft with every thrust, running down my ass and pooling on the bed).
He stayed buried deep, grinding, until the last shudder left his body.
Then he pulled out slowly, watching his cum pour out of me in a thick river.
I lay there panting, legs still trembling, pussy gaping and ruined.
John leaned down, kissed my forehead like I was the most precious thing in the world, and whispered:
"Tomorrow night I'm getting discharged.
Meet me in the parking garage after your shift. I'm not done with you yet, Nurse Marie."
I couldn't speak.
I just nodded, already knowing I'd be there.
I cleaned us both up with shaking hands and somehow walked out of that room on steady legs.
John was released the next morning.
But every night for the next two weeks I found myself in the dim hospital parking garage, bent over the hood of his truck, or riding him in the backseat, or on my knees in the stairwell (taking load after load from that impossible cock until I was addicted).
Five years widowed, forty-eight years old, respectable nurse and mother of two...
and now John Maynor's personal midnight nurse.
