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Intensive care
When John woke up at 9 p.m. he knew that something was
wrong. The lights were on when he woke, and he vaguely
realized that that was very unusual. After all, he always
turned out the lights when he went to bed. Fuzzy memories
of a party bubbled up from the murkier parts of his mind,
and he realized that he had a headache to match. Of
course, that was it. They'd thrown a party, and he'd
gotten smashed. So he'd forgotten to turn off the lights.
Sure. He probably had a lot of cleaning up to do...
Oh, God, this was the worst hangover he'd ever had. Even
his legs hurt...
He slowly opened one eye to see if the world anything like
the last time he saw it. That was a mistake. He quickly
closed the eye again, realizing something was seriously
wrong.
He'd been known to wake up in quite a few places, but this
was definitely a first. He opened his eyes again, looked
around. The hospital room was mostly white, and sterile
and anonymous as such rooms usually are. The room
contained a single bed with clean, white sheets. The bed
contained John.
Confusion ruled. What the hell - he had been partying, and
the next thing he knew was lying in some hospital with pain
in his legs, his head, and in most of the rest of his
anatomy. What had happened?
After a few minutes of dizzy contemplation, he realized
that there must have been some accident. But how? At the
party?
Somewhere else? And what day was it?
Then the door opened quietly, and a nurse walked into the
room.
"I see we're awake," she commented, when she saw he had his
eyes open. "Errrr," John commented in a voice that seemed
to belong to his deceased grandfather. "You look awake,
but about myself I'm not sure..." He looked around, saw a
glass of water standing beside his bed. He reached over to
pick it up, than groaned. Pain shot through him as he
tried to sit up.
"No, don't move," the nurse cautioned him. "You're still
weak, and your legs haven't recovered yet."
She took the glass, lifted his head a bit and let him
drink. It made him feel better. Somewhat, at least.
Slowly his vision, which was still a bit blurred, improved,
and he looked around the room curiously. Since there
wasn't very much to see except that it really was a
hospital room, he looked at the nurse. That proved much
more rewarding. She was tall, had red hair, and,
curiously, deep green eyes. Her figure was partially
concealed by the clothing so typical for nurses all over
the world, but what he could make out was promising, since
the white textile displayed interesting curves in all the
right places.
"Maybe you'd better tell me what happened," he said. "All
I remember is a party... It must have been quite a
smasher." "You had a car accident. I believe you were on
your way home from a party."
Of course! It HAD been a party, but not at his place - at
Michaels! And he'd been driving home? "I must have been
pretty far gone then..." John mused. "I usually don't
drive when I'm drunk... What's the damage?" "The doctor
will see you tomorrow morning," she replied. "In the
meantime, I can tell you that both your legs are broken,
about four inches below the knees. But it doesn't look
serious." "Broken? Can I take a look?" John asked. He
suddenly had disturbing visions of himself hobbling around
on crutches for the rest of his life.
The nurse pulled away the sheet that covered him from the
chest, and John looked down to survey the battle field. It
was a real mess.
He was naked. Whatever part of his legs was visible was
covered with bruises, ranging from deep purple to a dark
shade of yellow. Both his legs were covered with plaster
from the knees down. He could not move his legs at all,
and it hurt when he tried.
Fortunately, all visible damage was below his hips. His
thighs looked reasonably intact, and the equipment between
them showed no signs of damage.
She followed his gaze, looking straigt at his groin.
"Don't worry, everything's still in place there." She
smiled. "And I must admit that that would have been a real
shame..." John knew that he had nothing to complain about,
but he'd never considered himself as heavy hung. Her
remark took him completely by surprise. "Aaahmmm...
yes... well, ah... That's good." he stammered, a bit
embarrassed. She pulled up the sheet again, and changed
the subject by checking his blood pressure.
"What happens next?" John asked. Though his legs still
hurt, his headache was slowly subsiding, and he decided
that he probably would live through all this. "First you
need a bath," the nurse told him. "You're starting to get
a bit smelly. You've been out for over 24 hours, you know,
and you weren't too fresh to start with." "How?" John
asked. He didn't see how he could get out of the bed
already. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes to wash
you," she said. "In the meantime, I'll get you a razor and
a toothbrush." She turned and walked out of the room.
John admired the swaying movements of her buttocks under
the white hospital fabric.
Shaving and brushing his teeth using a stainless steel
basin proved awkward. Nevertheless he managed, and after
about 15 minutes the nurse returned, pushing a cart with
more basins, towels, soap, and a couple of boxes which,
John guessed, contained medical implements. He wasn't
really curious to find out.
She closed the door and locked the bathroom-type latch.
She took the basin he'd used for shaving and put it on the
cart. Then she pulled back the sheet. "Just relax," she
told him, reaching for a towel.
John laid back passively as she washed him. "We'll have to
skip your back for the moment," she said. "You'd better
not sit up just yet."
When she came to his groin, it happened. John had been a
little afraid of that, which of course only hastened the
reflex. Embarrassed he felt himself harden under her hands
as she rinsed him. "Sorry," he muttered, his face
beet-red. "Don't worry," she answered lightly. "You're
not the first. It'll go away in time, I expect." She went
on rinsing him, then washed and rinsed his penis, too.
Unfortunately, the water was warm, not cold. Right now
John would have preferred ice water.
Then she just ignored his manhood, which stood proud and
tall by now. John was glad for that. She cleaned the
parts of his legs that were not covered by bandages, using
some cold, weird smelling antiseptic. She put away the
tissues and folded the towel. Then she pulled back the
sheet over him.
His penis, still standing rigid, made a tent out of the
white fabric. The sight was ridiculous.
"Hm..." she mused. "That just won't do, I'm afraid. "
She pulled back the sheet and gazed down on his throbbing
erection. The blue-veined column nodded gently in the
rythm of his pulse, the head reddish purple, shiney with
excitement.
"It seems we'll have to do something about that monster..."
she smiled. "And if I'm the one to have caused it, I think
I'd better be the one to dispose of it." She took his hot
shaft in her hand, ran her thumb along the rim of his head.
John gasped. The feeling was electric as she ran the
fingers of her other hand across his scrotum, then cupped
his balls. His hips tensed.
"Now don't move! Whatever happens, don't move," she
cautioned him. "You're legs are still in bad shape,
remember." Then she bent down and put her lips on the tip
of his penis. Her tongue gently licked the slit, then she
opened her mouth a bit further to take him inside. With
her hand she pulled down the skin of his shaft to increase
the tension on the head. Then she slowly started pumping
him, her mouth licking and sucking gently. John gasped
again. "Hush," she whispered around his head. "We don't
want any company." Then she took him back into the wet
warmth of her mouth.
He couldn't believe it! There he lay, being blown by a
fabulous redhead he didn't even know! And she was very
good at it, too. Her fingers played a delicious game
around his shaft and balls, while her tongue licked around
the head of his penis, running around the rim and the slit.
Then she started sucking rhytmically. He felt the tip of
him expand inside the vacuum of her mouth. The slippery
wet friction was delicious, almost too much.
A wonderful feeling started to build in his groin. He
realized it wouldn't be long now. Apparently, she felt it
too, because her licking became increasinly delicate, and
the movements of her hands slowed, until she was merely
caressing him.
The delicious sensations in his crotch increased, extended
to his hard cock, rose and rose, spread through his balls,
and finally reached the tip of his penis just as she
sucked. Lightning struck his shaft, and he exploded right
into her mouth. He pissed stars against her palate. Then
his spasms began, and he shot and shot and shot. She
swallowed it all, until he had no more.
Then she looked up, smiled at him. "Wow..." John said.
He was literally speechless, astonished by what had
happened. "Really?" she mocked him. "At least the
treatment seems to have been succesful." She looked down
at his penis, limp now that his excitement had found a
realease. "Thanks," John said. "Oh, that's quite
allright..." she answered as she walked around the bed.
She bent down, reached under it and pulled a handle.
Slowly the whole bed lowered until it was almost three feet
from the floor. "Do you think you're fit enough to return
the favor?" She started unbuttoning her uniform. "I could
give it a try, I suppose..." John smiled. "Good," she
replied briskly. "Because this has kind of gotten to me,
and I need to get rid of it, too." The white uniform
dropped to the floor. Underneath she was naked, except for
a tiny pair of white panties. Her breasts were full and
firm, dark nipples at the tips already stiff with
excitement. There was a large wet spot in the front of her
panties where the outline of her vaginal slit shimmered
through the thin fabric. She put her thumbs under the
elastic band, then slowly pulled down the panties and
stepped out of them. Between her legs she was a redhead,
too, John saw.
She kneeled on the edge of the bed, then put up one leg and
placed it at the other side of his head so that she sat
straddling his face. "Careful, don't try to get up," she
cautioned him. "We don't want to tire you." She parted
her thighs, gently lowering her torso until her groin was
completely exposed to him. Her smell, the musky and
delicious fragrance of a woman who is sexually excited, hit
him full in the stomach. She pulled her inner thighs even
further apart with her hands, speading the labia. Her pink
inner folds were shiney with wetness. Her clitoris was
pink-reddish.
She slowly moved her knees a bit, gently lowering herself
on him, pressed her vagina on his lips. He put his hands
on her thighs, stroked her buttocks with the tips of his
fingers. Then he kissed her there, at that most intimate
spot between her legs. She gasped as he ran his fingers
through her short red curls.
John slowly extended his tongue, probed between her labia.
She tasted sweet and and slightly salty at the same time.
He licked along the outline of her labia, then carressed
the inner folds with the tip of his tongue. He opened his
mouth as far as he could, tried to suck her inside, all the
time licking her slit in long, loving swipes. She moaned,
pressed her crotch into his face. He moved up, touched her
pleasure button with the tip of his tongue. She drew in
her breath with a sharp hiss. "Go on, go on..." she
whispered. John hoped that she could come without making
too much noise.
He let his tongue play around her clit, licking it, teasing
it. He felt how the sheeth around it slowly retracted,
exposing the sensitive tip. He ran his tongue over the tip
very, very gently. She moaned again, louder this time.
His face was wet with her moisture.
He went on like that for some time, sensing how her
excitement rose and rose. Her breathing came faster and
she started to rock slowly back and forth on her knees. He
moved his hands upward from her hips, stroking her belly,
her torso, touched the underside of her breasts. He ran
the tips of his fingers over her nipples, felt how hard
they were. She gasped. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes..." She
was almost there.
John opened his mouth wide, took as much of her slit inside
as he could. He licked her clit again, then sucked.
Her thighs clasped his head like a vice. Her eyes closed,
her lips withdrew to expose tightly clasped teeth.
Apparently she tried to hold in a scream. It came out as a
long moan.
Then her muscles started to spasm. He tried to swallow as
much of her wetnes as he could, but wave after wave gushed
out of her, wetting his face, his pillow, and god knows
what else. It went on and on. John had never met a woman
who came so intensely, so deeply.
When the violence of her orgasm had finally subsided, she
looked down at him between her breasts, and smiled
dreamily. "Well, I guess we're even," she said. "That was
the best orgasm I've had in months." "Hmmbll hmmmmm
hmlblll hmmmmm", John replied. "Oh, sorry," she said, as
she pushed herself up so that his mouth was free again.
John breathed deeply. "Ah.... that's better." "Not
really," she replied. "I'll have to wash you again, I'm
afraid. You look like I've peed all over you."
She climbed off him, sat on the edge of the bed, and
smoothed his hair. "Don't worry, we'll have you
presentable again in no time flat." She stood up, saw his
rock-hard penis standing straight up. "On the other
hand... do you feel up to an encore?"
The blue-veined column nodded in agreement. "We'll have to
be very careful here..." she mused. Then she sat down on
the bed again and bent over his legs. "Does this hurt?"
she asked while she pressed his thighs. "No, not really,"
John replied. "Good... I think we can chance it." She
got up on her knees and climbed over him until she sat on
her hands and knees, straddling his hips. She supported
herself so that her body didn't touch his at all. Then she
reached down with one hand, took his hot, hard penis and
placed the tip of it between her thighs, still wet with
excitement.
She lowered her body a fraction of an inch and the head of
his penis slipped between her labia. "Now don't try to
move, or you'll hurt yourself," she warned him. John only
knodded. Her nether lips held the tip of him captive, her
slick, slippery wetness a delicious sensation around him.
She gently lowered herself a bit further, so that he slided
deeper and deeper inside her. When she had taken in about
two inches of him, she stopped, and her expression became
extatic. "Aaaaahhhhh..." She started rocking up and down
only a fraction of an inch.
"Does that feel so good to you?" John asked. While the
slippery friction felt delicious, this particular movement
seemed to stimulate her enormously. She opened her eyes.
"Don't you know anything about women?" "Not much," John
admitted. "OK, I'll teach you something." She got up, let
him slip out of her. Johns feelings were mixed - this was
a bit of an anticlimax, but now he could enter her all over
again.
She moved forward on her knees until she sat on his chest,
then pulled her labia apart with her hands. "Now. First,
put in your finger," she instructed him. John did so. "A
bit further, a bit further... yes, right there. Now,
gently push upwards. No, just a bit higher, right against
the pubic bone. Feel anything there? Yes, that's it.
What do you feel?" "Soft spot, a bit fleshy..." "Right.
That's the G-spot. It feels grand when you rub it gently.
At least as good as stimulating the clitoris. Yes, like
that. Yes, yes...."
John continued stroking the spot, the tip of his finger
feeling her slick, wet warmth. He moved his other hand
between her thighs, too. Beads of moisture clung to the
red curls of her pubic triangle.
He stroked the outline of her slippery labia, which had
taken on a reddish-pink color by now. She closed her eyes
and arched her back. John was amazed at the result his
ministrations had on her. In addition to rubbing the
pleasure spot inside her, he started to stroke her
clitoris, too, rubbing it very, very gently, keeping away
from the tip. He felt how her inner heat increased, how
the muscles in her thighs tensed up. "Yes, yes, yes...."
she chanted. Her breath went very fast now.
It took less than a minute. John felt how her inner
muckles gripped his stroking finger, how the rhytmically
started squeezing it.
After what seemed minutes, her spasms finally subsided, and
he withdrew his finger from her inner folds. She sank down
upon him, his chest wet where she sat.
"I'll remember that," said John, when she opened her eyes
again.
"This is definitely worth knowing."
She smiled, then moved backwards on her knees until she
straddled his hips again. Wasting no time, she took his
rock-hard wand between thumb and forefinger, and put the
shiny, purple head against her slit. She rubbed him back
and forth a few times, then pushed gently. The tip of his
penis slipped between her labia, sliding in without effort.
She lowered herself slowly, slowly, and John luxuriated in
the delicious feeling of her warm, slick inner membraned
parting before him.
He resisted the impulse to push himself up, knowing what it
might do to his legs. As she slided down around him he
entered her deeper, deeper, until finally her pubic hair
met his, and he felt her wetness against his underbelly.
She sighed.
"Does it hurt?" she asked him. "Nope," lied John. "It
feels grand." In fact, his legs were aching quite a bit,
but it was definitely worth it. "Good," she replied. She
bent forward, put her hands on his shoulders to support
herself. John reached out to cup her breasts. He stroked
the outline, rubbed his thumbs over the tips. She gasped,
and he felt how her nipples grew even harder under his
hands. She rocked back and forth gently, rubbing herself
against him. He covered her tits with his hands, her
nipples hard in his palms.
She started moving, slowly at first, pushing up her hips a
bit and lowering herself again. She slided up and down
around his hard member, her slick inner folds sliding hot
against the rim of his head. He placed his hands on her
hips so that they moved with her, guiding the rhythm. She
genly pumped him, moving up until he almost slipped out of
her, then down again, until he probed deeply into her body.
John forced himself to hold still.
Being unable to move was a delicious kind of agony. She
rode him in gentle, long strokes. Her breasts bounced, and
when John looked down he saw how his penis slid out of her
vagina, glistening with her wetness, and then in again,
deeper, deeper, until her crotch met his, her pubic hair
wetting his.
As her rhythm became faster, her strokes shortened. Her
breath went faster, too, and she pushed his shoulders back
into the mattress. She started a kind of rocking back and
forth to her movements, rubbing herself against his
abdomen. He felt how his tension began to peak. She rode
him in fast, short strokes now, her breasts bobbing. He
moved his hands upwards, across her belly, her cheast, and
to her bouncing breasts again, to put his thumbs on the
hard tips. As he started rubbing her nipples, she drew in
her breath with a sharp hiss. "Yes, go on, yes, yes..."
she chanted. "I'm almost there, darling, go on, go on..."
John felt that he was getting close, too, pleasure pooling
in his loins, his scrotum tight.
Her movements were frantic now, her hips grinding into his.
"Yes, yes," she gasped, "it's coming, it's coming, ohhh,
I'm going to... OOOOhhhhhh.... Ohhhh!"
Her inner muscles gripped him like a hand, caressing the
tip of his penis with a velvet vise. His own orgasm hit
him like a battering ram, fireworks going off in his groin.
As she began to spasm around him, he shot his semen deep
inside her, once, twice, spurt after thick spurt jetting
from him.
She sank down upon him, exhausted and panting. They lay
like that for a few minutes, catching their breath, the
heat of her body caressing his skin. Her breasts were
pressed between them, his hands caressed her spine.
"Thank you," John said after some time. "You're
wonderful." She smiled coyly. "Why, thank you, sir. I
must admit that I liked it very much, too." She pushed
herself up, his penis, now limp, slipping out of her. "I'd
better wash you again. You're a real mess, you know."
John had to admit that was true. He looked like she had
pissed all over him. "And what about you?" he asked. "No
problem. I get off duty soon, I can catch a shower than."
She pulled on her panties and uniform again, then washed
him. As she pulled the sheet over his chest, she smiled.
"At least the treatment worked." "You can say that again,"
John answered dryly. "It's allmost falling off." She
laughed. "I hope not. It would be a shame."
She checked her watch. "Gotta go now. The night shift
comes at eleven, you know. I'll be here again tomorrow
afternoon at five." "Well, I guess I'll be seeing you
then," John said. "I sure won't be going anywere."
She unlocked the door, then turned to throw him a kiss.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Good night." She turned off the
light and walked out, pushing her cart. John sighed and
closed his eyes. It would take some time before he
recovered, he decided. It would definitely take some time.
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