"Oh! Mr. Pleasance!" gasped Nurse Millie Honeydews standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock. "You're going to pull a muscle doing that!"
His face burning with shame, Peter Pleasance draped the bed sheet back over his swollen member, doing nothing to hide its great length and swollen head.
"Nurse Honeydews!" he said, cursing inwardly. "I didn't see you." But her hourglass figure - silhouetted by the bright hallway lights - only further increased Peter's shame. Nurse Honeydews had a set of headlights that seemed to constantly fight with her little white uniform. At any moment her great knockers might spill or burst out into plain view, they jiggled and strained so eagerly. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to think of something flat and dry – the opposite of Nurse Honeydews.
"Oh you poor dear, you HAVE strained something!" gushed the clueless nurse. Without even opening his eyes Peter could visualize Honeydews undulating to his bedside, her high heels arching her back, thrusting her out like the prow of a particularly naughty pirate ship.
"Quick, where does it hurt?" she cooed into his ear, caressing his brow. "We don't want to undo all our work."
Five weeks ago he and his girlfriend's car had been clipped by a leering trucker. Since then Peter had been in traction, and every day Nurse Honeydews had massaged each and every one of his aching muscles except for the one that had throbbed the most as she crawled all over him, her swelling cleavage or soft round bottom in his face. And his now former girlfriend had gone off with the trucker, leaving him stiff as a post!
"Is it your leg muscle?"
Peter opened his eyes. Honeydews was running her hands up and down his thighs, her big brown eyes searching his. She had leaned forward giving him a high beam flash.
"No," he said through gritted teeth. "It's not my leg." Not that leg at least. Today the doctors had cut him loose, but could he be alone long enough to satisfy his urges? Or course not!
"Are you sure? Well, maybe it's your groin muscle." Her hands moved higher than any man should be expected to stand. The edge of her palm rubbed his tip back and forth, back and forth. I mean, Christ's sake, just what did she think she was massaging anyways?
"Stop it!" He shouted, sitting up so suddenly Nurse Honeydews fell heavily onto the floor, smack on her bottom. "You want to know where it hurts:?" He tossed off his sheet and let his swollen dong spring from between his clenched legs. "There!" He let himself wave in front of her startled face. "See what you've done?"
"What- What I've done?" Nurse Honeydews' legs were splayed and Peter could easily see her little pink panties with a red heart over the crease of her crotch. She shut her legs and tugged her skirt down.
"I'm not this big normally!" It felt thrilling to finally let himself hang out.
"You're not?" Honeydews said disbelievingly. "I just thought-- I didn't realize that I was—"
"That you were tormenting me?" interrupted Peter. "Just look at me! Look at how tight the skin is. All those bulging veins. The head is soooo swollen. And my balls, my balls are as big as—"
"As big as baseballs!" Nurse Honeydews crawled on her knees to between Peter's legs, her eyes focused on his regulation sized nuts. "I'm so sorry! I had no idea..." She reached up and slowly stroked the underside of his sack.
"Oh Jesus, yes," he groaned. She quickly took a ball in each hand and began to massage him. "Oh fuck, yes, you little cock tease!"
But Nurse Honeydews gave a little squeak at that and jumped to her feet.
"I—I shouldn't be doing this," she said, her breath quick. "A nurse should never take advantage of her patient." Through the crisp fabric of her top, Peter could see the large bumps of her nipples rising. She was also rubbing her thighs together in agitation.
"Nurse Honeydews, can't you see I'm in horrible pain? Can't you feel it?" He reached out and took her unresisting hand and put it round his cock.
She went beet red but her small cool hands wrapped willingly around his thick shaft. She had never handled someone so large, so hot and throbbing.
"Oh I can. Such a large, swollen... I guess I have to help you." She began to stroke him and massage his balls. "It's my duty."
She pressed him back onto the bed and put herself between his legs, running her hands up his thighs and onto his shaft, catching his swollen tip and pulling, pulling on it.
"How is that?" she asked looking up at him. "Is that better?"
"Better?" His eyes seemed to go red with lust. "Better once I've fucked those melons of yours." With a quick jerk he pulled her top open and let her boobs spill out and around his red hot cock.
"Peter!" she gasped as he cupped her overflowing jugs, a thumb and forefinger on each dark brown erect nozzle and began to pump his dick between them. "Such language!" She arched her neck as he squeezed her nipples rhythmically and his dick plowed her lovely soft pillows. So soft!
But though he'd hungered for this very sight, of his reddened dong fucked her lovely soft white boobies for the last five weeks, it wasn't enough now, not by a long shot, and it would be a very long shot. He pushed her upright on her knees.
"Get that uniform off," he gasped. "You're gonna get messy."
Without a word, she pulled off her black belt and popped the rest of the buttons on her uniform. She dropped her white one piece to the ground. Peter grunted. In just her nurse's cap, pink panties, white stockings and high heels, Nurse Honeydews was as leggy as a fledgling but busty as a lowing milk cow.
Grinning she hopped onto the bed between his leg and rubbed the tip of his cock with her cheek.
"I know what you want me—" she began, but at that instance the door handle began to turn.
"Quiet!" hissed Peter, flinging the bed sheet over his lap, legs and the naughty Nurse Honeydews between them.
The door opened and in walked a young blond, younger than Nurse Honeydews, in a red and white striped tank top and matching pleated skirt. Peter groaned. This hospital had the sexiest uniforms.
