Chapter One.
I was lying in a hospital bed staring up at the ceiling. I was taking inventory of my life and circumstances. Sometimes that helps me get my thoughts organized.
Almost thirty years of age, I had served three hitches in the Navy. I had seen most of the world as a result and after getting out I was ready to start college. A little older than most, I know, but I thought I was finally ready for it. I had been pretty immature as a teenager, for sure!
I had been accepted at the State University. First evening in town, I was going from bar to bar and BAM! I got mugged! Lost my memory for a day or two but other than that I was fine. Well, some bruises, of course, but really, just fine. Well, broke, too. All my money was gone. All my travelers checks, my license, my ID; it was all gone.
I had regained my memory within 36 hours. But the doctor wanted to keep me for a while under observation. The hospital Social Worker was helping me do the paperwork to get my papers re-issued and the Traveler's checks cancelled and re-issued thru the local bank.
"Urgle! Glomph! Huh, huhmph"
The sounds brought me back to the present. I looked down at the blonde head that was bobbing up and down over my crotch. The candy-striper had come into the room at an awkward time. But rather than shocked she had been intrigued. In fact she had been downright quick to volunteer to help me in my 'time of need' as she put it.
She wasn't all that talented, but she was eager! Before she dove on me with both hands and her lips she had exclaimed, "I love big dicks. And you've got the biggest dick I've ever seen!"
And that was probably true. For in addition to what I have been told are ruggedly handsome features and a slim, muscular five foot eleven inch frame, I have a big dick. A really big dick.
At a whore house in Bangkok the house madam had measured me personally. Then she had offered $100 American to any girl who could take me all in her mouth and throat. No one collected the money. But I got some fabulous blow jobs. Too bad the madam also charged me 10 dollars American for each one! Business always comes first she told me. At least it was half the usual rate!
And the experience taught me a lot about control and that some women really LOVE a big dick. (And no, I don't know how big it is! I never could get the hang of metric conversions and only gay men measure themselves.)
This candy-striper claimed to be a big dick lover. And I believed her! Over-matched as she was, she was giving it her all. She never got more than about three or four inches down onto it. She choked every time she tried to go further. I was just too thick for her. But her lips and tongue danced all over the head and shaft while her hands both pumped up and down rapidly on the rest of the shaft.
I had two fingers buried in her pussy and was frigging her slowly while my thumb caressed her clit. My other hand was cupped under a firm B-cup worth of tit.
"FUCK!" she cried, "I'm cumming all over your hand again. God you do that soooo good!" Her hips shook uncontrollably while she moaned and groaned. Then her lips returned to their task. I caressed her head with my other hand, encouraging her to do her best.
Suddenly the door swung open. Before I could even twitch the candy-striper was two steps away from the bed and the sheet was floating down to cover my rampant erection. I raised my knee under the sheet to conceal the swollen head of my cock which was throbbing somewhere north of my navel! She might not have been the best cock-sucker I'd ever met but her reflexes were second to none!
I slid my sticky left hand under the covers and wiped her pussy juice onto the sheets.
"Julie, you are needed at the nurses station," said the new arrival. Julie looked like a girl who had been caught giving a blow job! Her lips were puffy and red. Her skin was flushed and her cap was askew on her mussed up hair. She nervously stammered something and headed out the door without a second look at me.
The newcomer watched her go with a stern gaze and then started to putter around the room. She straightened up the items on the dresser. She checked the towels in the bath. She re-tucked the sheets on the empty bed next to me.
I was really hoping she would get out! I was going to have a serious case of blue balls if I didn't get off soon! I had been on the brink of my first orgasm in almost a week when Julie had pulled off me! Despite the surprise entrance and the Nurse's fussing about I was still rock solid!
I had picked up a magazine and was leafing thru it but I found myself watching my new visitor. Slowly something percolated thru my brain.
This woman was BUILT! I mean, she was stacked out to HERE! And beyond! She was wearing the standard Nurse's uniform with a cardigan sweater over it. But even so, it was obvious that this angel of mercy had two of the biggest breasts you could imagine. When she stood up straight, her boobs stuck way out beyond the sweater. I wondered if she could even button the sweater over those puppies!
And they were mounted high on her chest. Often, women with big tits are blessed with great saggers. This did not seem to be the case here. Nurse whoever-she-was looked like she was carrying basketballs under that uniform. Her tits were high, wide and rounded! The magazine lay forgotten, watching her was making my dick harder and harder.
Now she was at the foot of my bed looking at me critically. I gazed right back at her. She looked to be in her early thirties, a few years older than I. Her russet hair was tucked neatly under her Nurse's cap, a pen just peeking out from the pocket high up on her left bosom. Her name tag was hanging from the left side of her sweater. I couldn't make out the name from here but I wasn't looking at the name tag all that closely, if you get my drift!
Those were really some big fucking tits! Without thinking, I let my knee drift down so I could check out the rest of her. Which of course revealed to her the stiff tube of man-meat that was still twitching over my stomach.
Her eyes flicked downward and I saw her take a quick gasp of air. With her eyes moving back and forth between my face and my crotch she slowly came around the end of the bed toward me. Her lips glistened as her tongue wet them nervously. Her boobs jutted far out over the bed as her thighs hit the side of the bed level with my hips. Her tits looked like they stuck halfway over the bed!
"Well, my. You do seem to have a problem here," she husked. "A big problem, too!" Her breathing had become more rapid. I was surprised she could even see my dick from there, her bosom was so far in front of her!
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I said to myself and I cupped a surprisingly firm butt cheek in my left hand while she slowly drew the sheet off me.
"God, it's even bigger than, than I tho..." her voice trailed away as the entire shaft was made visible to her gaze. Using one hand she squeezed the shaft several times from the base to just under the head. Then her other hand joined in, caressing and squeezing the head. Gently she lifted the shaft up. She bounced it in her hand a couple of times, like a shopper gauging the weight of a piece of fruit.
"I didn't think it was so..." again her voice trailed off as she glanced at my face. "I can't get my hand around it!" she said in amazement.
My hand slid down to the hem of her skirt and then started back upward, this time under her skirt. I caressed her white pantyhose-clad thigh from the back of the knee to almost her butt cheek. Her pantyhose was wet clear through several inches below the crotch.
Her eyes were locked on my dick as her hands softly worked up and down the steel hard length of my cock.
"You were watching," I said softly.
"Huh?" She was distracted from what she was doing.
"You were watching," I repeated. "You were standing at the door and you were watching that candystriper and me."
"N-n-no, no." She stammered. Her eyes were again dancing back and forth between my eyes and my stiff dick.
"Oh, yes," I chuckled. "There's no other explanation for you being this wet! You're soaked in pussy cream practically to the knees!" I emphasized this by gently squeezing her pussy. I wanted to give her the same treatment I had given to Julie but the damn pantyhose prevented it.
"That's disgusting, how can you say that?" she demanded. She might have been trying to act upset but her cheeks were flushed and her hands were working more urgently than ever.
"Okay," I said. "What ever you say. Just don't stop what you're doing. That feels really good!" I was not about to argue with her. Not when I was rapidly getting to the point of explosion!
"I'm a Nurse," she said proudly. "I know what to do to relieve patients in a time of need." She had said almost exactly what Julie had said.
"Uhhhhh!" I groaned.
Her thighs had parted a little and I was rubbing her pussy with my two middle fingers.
Her hands stroked up and down. The insides of her upper arms jostled and squeezed her boobs. Her sweater had fallen away from her huge tit-shelf which jutted forward massively. Her name tag read Nurse Erika.
I reached over her arm and squeezed the tit nearest to me. My whole hand barely cupped the end of that huge ovoid. I squeezed and caressed with both hands. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. I thought I could feel a hard nipple with my other hand but it was tough to be sure through the starched front of her uniform and the stiff bra she was wearing.
My hips were flexing in response to her ministrations, thrusting against her strokes.
"That feels good, doesn't it, baby?" she inquired. "You like that, don't you? Yes, I can tell you do."
Her hands picked up the pace. I had leaked so much pre-cum that her hands were wet and slippery with it.
"God, honey, you're so thick and fat, I can't get my hand around you! It takes two hands to do a good job on this big, fat, stiff hard-on!" She was getting more excited as she spoke. Her cheeks were flushed as was her throat and her upper chest, what I could see of it. From my vantage point I could mostly see the underside of her tit shelf. And the side of her uniform-encased breast. It looked as large as the world globe at the library in my home town!
I was groaning now, sounding as if I was in pain. Pain was the farthest thing from my mind. Several times she loosened her grip when she sensed I was about to come. She was really enjoying her work, getting me worked up, letting me cool down, then building me up again toward the peak. Finally she began to bear down, faster and faster! Her hands raced up and down my dick.
I was squeezing the hell out of her tit and rubbing her pussy as fast as I could in time with her movements. Suddenly I tensed as the feeling peaked! Every muscle in my body seemed to clench at the same time. I could feel my gonads swell and release as a massive surge of jism roared up the swollen tube on the underside of my dick.
I let out a loud groan. She was panting out load, murmuring encouragement to me as she stroked my spasming dick. My back arched and a jet of cum two feet long just leapt from the tip of my dick to arc into the air above the bed. In a flash Nurse pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and used it to catch the successive spurts. Two, three four times I ejaculated, each almost as strong as the first. Her handkerchief was soaked with cum. Her other hand was still stroking in time with my spasms. Without looking away she grabbed a handful of tissues from the night stand next to the bed and used them to catch the last four or five emissions.
