This story is dedicated to my first love, Brenda. We were rudely interrupted from our love affair 25 years ago by her mother and I have found her once again. She is as beautiful, exciting and wild today as she was as a teenager. In fact, she turns me on more now then she did back then. I thought of you, sweetie, as I wrote this. May we never lose one another again.
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"Now, Mr. Faulk, I need to bathe you so you smell nice for your children." The young nurse told the terminally ill man.
Rachel had already filled up the washtub with warm water, removed the 45 year old man's clothing and sat him up on the bed, as the man was so weak now that he couldn't pull himself up by himself.
Rachel, at 19 years old, worked as a visiting nurse, taking care of several terminally ill patients everyday. Usually, she kept visiting them until they died.
She wetted a wash cloth and began to run it over the man's skin. To her surprise, her pussy was getting wetter and wetter and she cleaned the man. This had never happed before and wondered about it while washing him.
Suddenly, something warm hit her other hand as it dangled between her legs. She looked down to see the longest, thickest hard cock she had ever seen. She smiled.
"Mr. Faulk!!! You must be enjoying your sponge bath very much!" She said teasing the man. He hung his head and began to weep. She felt just awful.
"No, Mr. Faulk, don't cry, I was just teasing you. Please don't be embarrassed. I see men get erections all the time." She was speaking of much younger and healthier men, as Rachel was no stranger to cock. She loved them very much. She'd go crazy if she didn't get one every couple of days.
The man looked into her eyes.
I have not had sex in 5 years, my dear but I get hard all the time. I am going crazy!!!" He said in an anguished, bitter voice.
She looked down at the massive cock. She smiled sweetly and made her decision.
She reached out and put her small hand around the massive organ.
"It feels nice, Mr. Faulk. And, it's very beautiful. I just love it. Why doesn't your wife take care of it, hon?" She asked sweetly.
"My wife is no longer turned on me due to my illness. She has a new lover and is just waiting for me to die to marry him, I'm afraid." The man said in a sad voice.
Rachel frowned and became angry.
"That bitch!!! Well, Mr. Faulk, I think you have a wonderful cock and you are a very nice man."
She suddenly got on her knees in front of him and kissed his cock head passionately, making it jump against her lips.
"This is how I introduce myself to all new cocks that I meet. And then, I do this."
She engulfed the man's cock in her small mouth, stretching her lips wide and shoving it down her throat, gagging slightly. The man immediately began to moan loudly.
Rachel held the massive cock down her throat for several seconds, allowing the dying man to feel the pleasure that her throat muscles were providing to his cock.