I just have to tell someone. A young man called Johan was
admitted to my ward. He had been in an accident, (An big machine
had tipped of the delivery truck smashing his hip bone).
He had also damaged bones in his shoulders and the plaster
cast immobilised his arms completely. This rendered him
effectively helpless and we had to do nearly everything
for him. I attended to him for most of the day, and chatted
to him about all sorts of things and got to really like him.
Johan was not bad looking and I suppose that

I did let the conversation between us get a little flirtatious.
Nurses are supposed to be like that, right? Later in the
afternoon he rang the bell and called for the urine bottle.
I brought one to him and closed the screens around his bed.
“You will have to help me, ” he said, looking
rather embarrassed. “It’s alright” I
joked, “I’ve done it before!”

I pulled the bedclothes down and undid the cord of his pyjamas
to take his penis out and I think I gasped aloud at what I saw.
I had seen many penises in my life, even before nursing,
but I was quite unprepared for this. A huge shaft extended
down his right thigh, as thick as the beck of the flower vase
standing on the dresser; I had to pull his pyjamas almost
down almost to his knees to reveal the head. He was circumcised
and the knob was enormous, it looked almost as big as a billard
ball!

I was fascinated by the size of it, and could feel a hot blush
spreading rapidly over my face. Far from being professionally
competent I was reduced to the same fumbling idiot that
I had been when I first started nursing. I tried to regain
my composure but as I reached out to touch him I could see
that my hand was shaking. I took hold of the shaft and positioned
the head in the mouth of the bottle. It only just had room
to fit inside!

I couldn’t look at his face as I held his penis; I felt
certain he would see that I was getting very turned on by
his amazing organ. I held him and waited for him to pee but
nothing came – instead his cock began to get harder and lift
upwards from between his legs. I made a futile attempt to
keep the head in the bottle but soon he was pointing up into
the air at about 45 degrees and it was clear that he couldn’t
pee at that angle. I put the bottle to one side and let go of
him – his cock kept on rising and I stared at it, mesmerised
as it bobbed and jerked.

Finally I had to look at him; he was watching me, a sheepish
grin on his face. “Sorry, Nurse, ” he said,
I can’t help it. His cock passed the vertical and fell
onto his stomach with an audible thud. I couldn’t believe
how big it was; it was easily as long as a 10 inch ruler, and
extended past his navel towards his breastbone.

I picked up the bottle again and pulled his cock over to his
side and placed the head in the opening. The touch of my hand
on him only made him harder.

I don’t think I can pee when its like that, he said. Should
I come back later? I asked. Johan nodded and I put the bottle
on the cupboard by the bed, covered him up and left him alone.
I tried my best to get on with some work but all the time I was
fantasising about his huge cock, trying to imagine it inside
me, wondering if that was even possible.

My crotch was soaking and I had to go to the toilet and put
some tissues in my pants. I touched my clitoris – it was deliciously
swollen and I stroked it briefly, almost giving in to the
temptation to bring myself off. About twenty minutes later
I went back to his bed.

I pulled the screens around us again and drew the bedclothes
down. I expected to see a limp penis and was amazed to see
that his cock was now hugely erect; thick curling veins
bulged on the surface of the shaft and the head was swollen
incredibly, the shining blue/purple dome was oozing a
steady stream of precum onto his chest. If I didn’t
know it was impossible I would swear that he must have been
masturbating to get into that state.

I sat on the chair by his side and asked, Do you think its ever
going to go down?It doesn’t look like it, he said, its
getting quite painful, Nurse – I really do need to pee badly.
I looked at him and he seemed to be in real discomfort. The
pressure of his bladder was preventing his erection from
subsiding, and I suspected that he was also allowing himself
to have wicked thoughts; he had certainly stiffened very
rapidly when I had first held his penis. It was clear that
something had to be done.

I checked that the screens were secure and with my heart
rate racing up I took hold of his cock, wrapping my fingers
round the thick shaft as I lifted it up from his belly. He
might have thought I was going to try and get him to pee again
but I dispelled those ideas instantly when I started to
move my hand purposefully up and down on his shaft. Ooh,
Nurse! he groaned. I put the fingers of my free hand over
his lips, Sssh, keep quiet!

He nodded in understanding. His cock was so big I reckoned
I needed to use both hands and while my right hand worked
at steadily milking his shaft I wrapped my left hand round
his glans, marvelling at how the initially spongy helmet
stiffened and swelled to amazing hardness. I coated my
fingers with his precum and smeared it gently over his glans,
he shivered and moaned and I knew he was loving it.

By now his cock was incredibly swollen; I couldn’t
believe that my fingers and thumb wrapped around it wouldn’t
touch! I felt dizzy with lust and excitement and started
to move my hand faster, gripping the shaft tightly just
below the head. He moaned softly and I looked at his face.
He was breathing heavily as he watched my hand moving on
him; he started to move his hips, thrusting upwards in time
with my movements. Nurse, nurse! he gasped and it was clear
that he was getting very close. I looked at his glans, it
was alarmingly swollen, dark purple in colour like an enormous
ripe plum.

He groaned again and arched his hips upwards and I tightened
my grip and pumped my fist on him with rapid strokes.

I watched his face grimace in ecstasy and then his cock bucked
in my hand and a huge stream of semen shot from him, right
over his head, splashing against the wall.

Thick drops spattered down on his face and chest.

I quickly put my free hand in front of his cock to catch the
spurts; semen hit my palm with such force that it ricocheted
off in all directions.

I wrapped my hand over his spurting knob, trying to contain
the deluge, feeling spurt after spurt of creamy hot jazzm
gushing against my palm.

I felt the beginnings of orgasm between my legs; I was so
turned on that I am sure the slightest touch would have made
me come.

Slowly his spurts reduced to a trickle and I surveyed the
scene.

His come was everywhere – the front of my uniform was dotted
with white globs and I could feel something wet on my cheek.
My hand was coated with semen;

I tried to cup my palm to stop it dripping onto him but it was
hopeless.

I let go of his shaft and reached for the box of tissues beside
the bed. Neither of us said a word as I wiped up the evidence.

I must have used about twenty tissues before we were respectable
again. His penis had softened considerably and I asked,
Do you think you can pee now? Johan nodded and I took the bottle
and inserted his penis.

Even soft it was about nine inches long, and I felt guilty
that I was still so turned on by it. We waited for some time
while he tried to pee – eventually a feeble dribble started
which grew stronger and stronger until his piss was gushing
noisily into the bottle.

Oh my God, I now found I was getting turned on by his pissing!
I had a quick image of lying naked while he stood above me,
pissing hotly all over me, splashing against my breasts
and between my legs.

I tried to push the thoughts out of my mind and when he had
finished I did my best not to act as if anything out of the
ordinary had occurred. I tidied up and turned to leave.
Thank you, Nurse, he said. All part of the service, I replied
and walked away, trying not to show that I was weak at the
knees.

went to the staff rest room and checked that the spots on
my uniform were drying. I was sick with lust and could not
stop myself

I locked myself in the toilet, pulled my knickers down and
touched myself. I could not remember being in such a state
before. I was sopping and my fingers slipped smoothly into
my pussy.

I tried to imagine his cock entering me; I put my fingers
and thumb together and pushed my hand hard into my pussy,
trying to gauge whether I was big enough to accommodate
him.

I couldn’t get my hand in beyond my knuckles and I knew
he was as big than that.

I reached down with my other hand and touched my clit, just
a few light strokes and I came in a wrenching orgasm, my pussy
clamped on my hand so hard that my fingers were pushed out
and I tried desperately not to cry out aloud.

I carried on with my nursing duties for the rest of my shift
but my mind constantly went back to thoughts of Johan’s
huge cock and his amazingly powerful ejaculation.

That night when I went to bed I masturbated shamelessly;
my fantasies were incredible visions of being penetrated
in every possible way by his cock, with floods of semen and
piss gushing over me. I came four times before I could stop
masturbating and eventually managed to get to sleep.

I had to attend a course at a different hospital the next
day and the day after that I had the night shift so nearly
48 hours elapsed before I was on the ward again.

I chatted to Johan several times during the early part of
the shift and neither of us referred to our previous encounter.

My duty passed uneventfully and as the night wore on all
the patients were quietly asleep and I could catch a few
quick winks in the duty room.

Then at about one o’clock in the morning Johan’s
bell rang

When I went to him he said that he needed the bottle again
so I fetched one and closed the screens. I pulled the sheets
back and even in the dim light saw that he had another tremendous
hardon. I’ve been thinking about you! he whispered
in an husked voice. I was taken aback by his cheekiness;
I was fairly sure that this time he didn’t really have
to pee.

I considered telling him off and leaving him alone with
his erection but the thought of touching him again was too
exciting. I undid his pyjamas and stroked his cock for a
while, fully intending to jerk him off again.

This time I had the urine bottle ready, and when he came I
was going to catch the sperm in the bottle to avoid the mess
that we had made before. As I pulled on his stiff cock I could
feel the wetness flooding between my legs.

I could not believe how turned on he made me. I put the urine
bottle on the bed and as I worked on him with one hand I reached
down with my other hand and pressed against my crotch.

The touch was electric; I couldn’t resist reaching
under my skirt and slipping a finger inside my panties,
fingering my protruding clit.

I looked at Johan it was dark but he could see what I was doing,
he was watching my hand moving between my legs.

Suddenly I lost all reason – I quickly pulled my knickers
off, hiked my skirt up over my hips and climbed up on the bed,
kneeling astride him. Johan’s mouth opened wide with
surprise

I had a flash of panic – would he yell and wake everyone up
– I was going to lose my job for sure!

I sat down on him, pressing against his thick shaft with
my pussy. From his moan of pleasure and the way he pushed
back against me I knew that he wasn’t going to object.

I reached down and lifted his cock up vertically, rubbing
the glans between my dripping lips. It felt impossibly
big but I rocked my hips to and fro, wetting him with my juice
and then I sat down on him, trying desperately to squeeze
the tip into my opening.

For a moment I thought that he was just too big; I would never
get him inside and then I gasped with delight as I felt the
very tip of his glans slip inside me.

I pushed harder and bit by bit my pussy relaxed and opened
my love tunnel and I sank down on him.

I ran my fingers up his shaft to see how much was in, I could
still touch the ridge of his glans.

Oh God, I was feeling dizzy with the ecstasy of it and I didn’t
even have the head fully in me. I paused a moment and rested
my hands on the pillow by his head,

I maintained a steady downward pressure on him and he responded
by jerking his hips, thrusting up to me. I felt faint as he
sank deeper and deeper, feeling his enormous girth stretching
me, almost to the point where pleasure became pain – inch
by inch I became firmly impaled

I was now quite delirious with lust, and had to bite my lip
to prevent any cries escaping. More and more of his cock
entered me; I could feel my lips stretched tightly around
his pole, my cunt was crammed with cock, and after a few more
thrusts I knew I could take no more; when I pushed harder
it hurt.

I reached down to feel how far I had taken him, there was nearly
a whole fistful of cock still outside me! I tried to move
on him but at first it was difficult,

I had to go slowly until I relaxed and we were wet enough for
me to move up and down his shaft. After a few minutes of tentative
thrusting I found I could move on him more easily.

The ecstasy welled up in me as I started to ride him in earnest,
long strokes up to the tip and down again, Marvelling in
the feeling of being so completely stuffed to the limit.

I was so tight around him that my clitoris was tugged hard
with every thrust and very soon I could feel my orgasm starting,

I bucked frantically, praying that he wouldn’t come
too soon but he lasted and lasted and then I was coming in
an mind boggeling frenzy; my cunt throbbed in delicious
spasms and the unbelievable stretching added enormously
to the thrill.

Somehow I didn’t scream with pleasure and wake up the
whole ward; I collapsed on top of him, completely exhausted.
I lay still, panting like a bitch in heat while I felt my pussy
still twitching convulsively on him.

When eventually I regained my composure I started to lift
off him but his cock was still hard and I knew he hadn’t
come. You’re fantastic!. I whispered, How did you
last so long?

He merely smiled, and gave a few jerks of his hips, sending
fresh waves of delight through my loins.

I reached behind me and caressed his balls and the base of
his hard fucker, and slowly slid up and down on him. He closed
his eyes and sighed in pleasure.

I had had a glorious orgasm and I now tried to make sure that
I repaid him. I lifted myself up, almost slipping off his
cock, squeezed my muscles on his glans, then slid down as
far as I could go;

I did this over and over and then bent over him and whispered
in his ear, You have the most wonderful cock in the world,
I could fuck you forever!

That did the trick, he groaned and his hips jerked as he tried
to thrust deeper into me, he arched his back and let out a
strangled cry as he started to come

could feel his cock pulsating as he spurted; I tried to imagine
the flood of sperm gushing inside me, wondering if there
would be as much as when I had jerked him off.

I hovered on the brink of another orgasm but it didn’t
quite come, instead I revelled in the wonderful sensation
of his thick cock throbbing as it spewed inside me.

Slowly his movements grew less I waited until he began to
soften before I lifted off him. I tried to put a hand over
my pussy but couldn’t stop a flood of semen pouring
from me onto his stomach.

I was stretched so wide it felt as if my pussy would gape open
for hours!

I got my knickers back on and cleaned him up. Do you want to
pee now? I asked. I wasn’t really surprised when he
grinned at me and shook his head. I was amazed that we hadn’t
woken anyone u, ; heaven knows what would have happened
if I had been caught screwing the daylights out of a patient.

My dilemma now is this – Johan is likely to be in the ward
for another four weeks at least. Will I have the willpower
to leave him and his wonderful cock alone?

That night I was home alone it was the right time to give my
favourite toy’s a good workout and boy did I do so each
and every one got an very good going over, but I saved the
biggest one for last, he got spoiled more than twice as my
twitching pussy wanted more and more.

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