r. Lawson lay in his hospital bed semi-conscious from the steady drip of morphine coursing through the i.v. tube into his small, sexagenarian veins. Shifts had just changed and it was now time for the afternoon sponge bath bequeathed upon every patient in the geriatric ward of Lutheran General.
Bath time was an activity to which each patient looked forward, as the bather was usually Nurse Hill, a voluptous, curvaceous redhead who filled her white polyester dress like no other nurse ever has or ever will. Mr. Lawson was first on Nurse Hill's list this particular day. Lucky man. As her supple ass wiggled into room 4224 of the semi-private suite on the fourth floor of the hospital, her dress rode up mid-thigh. She thought nothing of it as her patient was unresponsive.
She drew back the thin cotton sheet, revealing the thin cotton gown barely covering the older gentleman who was recovering from a triple bypass two days earlier. She reached behind his neck to untie the single strand holding Mr. Lawson's gown together. As Nurse Hill pulled the gown downward, she marveled at the sight of Mr. Lawson's incredibly young-looking body. He was in his late sixties but easily had the body of a man twenty years younger.
She commented to herself the irony of the physically fit people who end up having the worst heart attacks while fat slobs seemingly live forever. As she chuckled, the gown cleared Mr. Lawson's groin. Nurse Hill gasped. Laying flaccid before her, was the single largest cock she had ever seen in a state of rest. It was perfectly shaped, bulbous at the head and evenly cylindrical from the head to base of the shaft. Nurse Hill began to feel the familiar tingling between her legs that she often experienced during the sponge baths of her male patients.
She looked around in a clandestine manner to make sure the door was closed and Mr. Lawson's roommate was asleep. As she softly handled his long, limp cock, she licked her lips and lowered them to it. She sucked lightly on the very tip, teasing his hole with her tongue as her hand brush-stroked the shaft. There was no response. Nurse Hill didn't care, though. She knew sooner or later it would come to life and she would have the thrill of her life. She began sucking just a little harder and further down, engulfing his cock head with her warm, eager mouth. Small up-and-down rhythmic thrusts massaged life into the tired dick and gradually, it began to take shape. Her hands worked magic, stroking and caressing as her mouth breathed new life into her toy.
She noticed how her mouth was stretching to accomodate the thick cock shaft. She was squeezing her thighs together, trapping her clit between her swollen labia which were stroking the bud from the friction. Her head bobbed steadily over the sleeping man's now straining dick. What Nurse Hill had in her mouth and hand was a thick, nine-inch, gorgeous cock that needed to be put to good use. She placed her other hand between her sweating thighs and moved the fabric of her panties to the side so she could rub her clit directly. She was wetter than she had ever been, it seemed. She really wanted to feel this man's cock deep inside her. She attempted to rouse the man but he was too drugged to respond to her nudging and shaking so he lay there, stone-faced and hard as a rock. Not wanting him to lose his erection, she continued stroking as she removed her panties with her other hand. One leg at a time, she mounted the bed, straddling the old man, placing his hardness in contact with her wet, throbbing pussy.
As he entered her, she slid down slowly, savoring the feeling of the fullness inside her. She sighed shakily as her small, pink nipples exploded through her lacy bra and tight uniform. Nurse Hill sat still on her patient's dick as she unzipped her smock and unclasped her bra. Lowering her head, she licked feverishly at her hard pebbles and nipped at them occasionally, pulling gently with her perfect teeth. As she sucked her own tits, she began riding the cock stuffed up into her tight pussy. Gooseflesh covered her body with each downward thrust. She could feel the head pushing at her cervix. Sometimes she would grind into the man so that his head rotated inside her, circling the entrance to her womb. After doing this two or three times, she came with short, sudden bursts of air escaping her lips.
