0 comments/ 51248 views/ 17 favorites The Hardest Day By: chico11 Rachel was excited. It was the first day of her clinical training. The first two years of nursing school was all classroom instruction and no had direct patient care. Instruction on anatomy, chemistry, psychology and some medical treatments was all she was familiar. She was desperate to work directly with the patients. She and her classmates were going to go onto the orthopedic floor to aid patients but did not know what their duties would be. Rachel was hoping for a male patient. She felt that if she could get over the awkwardness of helping a male patient would give her more self confidence and valuable experience. Mrs. Towns was her supervisor. She was a tough but fair instructor. All of the students went up to the floor together. Mrs. Towns had picked out the patients that her students would aid, based on how they were recovering. Mrs. Towns said, "Rachel, I hope you don't mind that I had to give you a male patient." "Oh, no, I don't mind at all," Rachel replied. "Which room is my patient in?" "You will have Mr. Jones in room 450," stated Mrs. Town. All of the students went to the nurse's station to read the chart of their patient. They were instructed to see why their patient was in the hospital. Mr. Jones was 26, and hospitalized because of two badly injured legs, one being broken as well two sore arms. He injured his legs in a skiing accident. Rachel checked in with Mr. Jones . "Come in," she heard a deep voice say. "Hi Mr. Jones," Rachel said as she walked in to the room. She walked around the curtain that was pulled to look at her patient. "Hi," Mr. Jones replied. "You must be my student nurse." "Yes. I am. My name's Rachel." How can I help you? Is there anything you need? Rachel was a proud, graceful and well brought up girl. She was pretty, had a gorgeous face, with high cheek bones and light brown eyes. She was about 5 ft 7 inches, with a dark tan, flat stomach, thin frame, and best of all had great legs. Most strikingly about her was her large chest, to a male anyway. But she was inexperienced. "Wow," Mr. Jones said to himself. Mr. Jones, was about 5 ft 8 inches tall, had blue eyes, short brown hair with a large muscular frame. "I've been told by my instructor to ask you if you needed anything, or I could help in any way" she said. "Well, could you fluff my pillow"?, he asks. "No problem," Rachel says. She reached over his head and leaned over him, her chest is only inches above his head. I bet if I stick out my tongue I'd be able to lick her nipple, he says to himself. He also gets a flash of her cleavage through the top of her uniform. "Man, she is lovely," he says to himself. Mr. Jones then tells her that he was scheduled for a bath, but didn't know if she could do it or if he should wait for his other nurse. At first she refuses, never having done this before She relents after thinking that's what she is here for, to gain experience. "OK, I'll clean you up, but please be patient this is my first time doing this," Rachel said hesitantly. Mr. Jones thin cotton hospital gown was covering his stomach, but his right leg was sticking out. His right leg was in a cast from his upper thigh to mid calf. "Now for that bath, right?" "Tell me if this water is hot enough" Rachel asked. As she let the water run, Rachel cleared off the bedside table so she would have room for the basin and towels. She put the soap on the table, along with a washcloth. Rachel then went to the bathroom and began filling the basin with hot water. "Is this warm enough?" she asked. Mr. Jones dipped his finger in the water and said, "Fine." "Though before you start, how exactly are you going to do this?" Rachel was a little nervous. "OK," Rachel said. "First I'll use the washcloth to wash your face, and then take off your gown and cover your chest with a towel. I'll first wash the left half of your chest, your arm and then rinse and dry that area, repeating this on your right side. I would then help you to roll over onto your left and right side so I can wash, rinse then dry your back. "Is that O.K.,," Rachel said "That's great, no problem," Mr. Jones said Rachel was still a little nervous, but did just what she told Mr. Jones. She wet the washcloth and gently washed Mr. Jones face, eyes, and then washed behind his ears. Once she finished with his face, she soaped up the cloth and cleaned his chest, arms, and back. Rachel helped roll Mr. Jones onto his back and covered his chest with a dry towel. She poured out the dirty water and filled the basin with clean hot water. As she waited for the basin to fill, she told Mr. Jones that she would have to pull down the covers now to wash the his legs and feet. Then he could wash his own private area. Rachel brought the basin of water over to bedside table and began soaping the washcloth again. She pushed the covers off his right leg, keeping his private area covered. "God, she is pretty." "I wonder what it would be like to be with her," Mr. Jones said to himself. Being so young, pretty and eager to help out the less fortunate, set his mind racing. Because of the cast, she could only wash the lower part of his leg and feet. She rinsed and dried both legs, leaving the towel on them for warmth. Rachel covered, then pulled the covers back from his groin and stopped. "I'll give you your privacy to wash your private area, and step behind the curtain," Rachel told him. He knew this was too good a situation to pass up and innocently asks, "Well, um, uh, I'm sorry but I think your going to have to wash this area for me," Mr. Jones said, "My arms are also very sore and hard to move." Mr. Jones also complained to Rachel of itching, burning and irritation from materials used to make his cast, that are broken off around his groin and attached to his "member." Rachel felt very awkward when told this and muttered, "Excuse me"? She felt a little flushed at the thought of cleaning a grown man's private area. She had studied male and female anatomy and was instructed to approach the care of the medical condition dispassionately. This did not mean a nurse should be neglectful to the patients needs or feelings, but that a nurse should not get too emotionally involved with their care. She just had a hard time separating what she has learned academically and her personal feelings. She paused. But then agreed to wash him. After all, he was injured and she was a nurse and needed the experience. "Be a professional," she told herself. "OK, ready, I'm going to wash you" "When ever your ready Rachel," Mr. Jones replied. As she pulled the gown away from his groin, it seemed to get a little caught on his manhood. She lifted his gown a little exposing his groin. Mr. Jones was well endowed. Rachel gasped at the size of his penis. She began with the area around his penis, picking pieces of plaster out from around his groin. Rachel asks, "Mr. Jones, isn't it hot in here, god I'm sweating." She raises her hands above, then behind her head. Leaning her head back and stretching. Her flat, deeply tanned stomach was revealed as well as the contours of her large chest. God, to be able to see those tits up close, Mr. Jones wondered. Mr. Jones stared intently at her face, chest and delicate fingers as she manipulates him. After a few minutes, Rachel's gestures caused the arousal of Mr. Jones penis. He becomes semi-erect. "I'm sorry, I he can't help it. Please understand," Mr. Jones pleads. Rachel stops, says "No more." "I'm sorry, but you can't stop, it still hurts." "Your a professional and should understand why this can happen," he explains. "Yes but, it's just that, it's very uncomfortable," Rachel says. She pauses, collects herself, and continues trying to wash him and remove plaster. As her rubbing and massaging continues, he gets more and more aroused. As he becomes harder and the length of his cock increases, she is forced to lean back and stand straighter. His swollen cock becomes harder, stiffer and erect until he is fully engorged. Her face is inches away from his large pulsing cock. Rachel says, "I can't work like this." "I'm trying to help you but look, your dick is right in my face, look at it, look how hard you are" He did look at his cock and enjoyed her attention to it. "I can't help it, your rubbing in an awkward area Rachel." "I'm as uncomfortable as you are," Mr. Jones says innocently. Under his breath, he is enjoying every minute she rubbed his cock. Mischievously, he suggests working quicker or maybe using both hands might speed the process and end the work sooner. Rachel looks at him thinking, he seems truthful and tried to put herself in his place. That yes, the material from the cast would bother, itch, and irritate her and that when she rubs her boyfriend in the same place he responds the same way, except that this erection is much larger. Rachel turns to him, and says she will continue, "Reluctantly." "I will do the best I can Mr. Jones," and agrees to start using two hands. Mr. Jones thinks to himself what a great bullshit job he has done getting this beautiful nurse to agree to do this, and even doing it enthusiastically! He is only semi-erect now. Mr. Jones, now fully relaxed, folds his arms behind his head. No longer will he have to hide his emotions. He is excited in anticipation, with a slight grin on his face looking down watching Rachel intently work on his cock.. She is leaning so far over the bed her breast touches his leg and stomach. She starts to rub his groin noticing flecks of plaster everywhere - his penis, pubic hair, scrotum etc. His eyes roll back watching this performance thinking, I bet she didn't only get A's in school. Now with two gloved hands caressing his balls, he becomes more and more erect. She continues petting, and caressing his balls to ensure there clean. It didn't take long for him to again become fully erect. His penis stretching the limits of it's length. He is aching from pleasure. He tries not to make any noises but it is almost impossible. Rachel looks up, smiles and asks, "are you OK"? Mr. Jones answers with a barely audible, "Yes" She can't help but notice the length and girth of his penis. Looking up she sees the veins pulsing in his penis and becomes a little aroused herself. She can barely see the area to work on anymore because of his size. She gently moves the erect penis down but it is so hard it won't move. "Wow," she says to herself, this guy is a steel pole. She tries moving it to the side but it barely moves. His face is becoming redder. She wipes around the base of the shaft. Her long brown hair falls from her shoulder onto him blocking his view. "OOPS!," Rachel says, "sorry." He could only imagine her going done on him. She brushes her hair back behind her ear exposing her beautiful face. She straightens up, licks her lips, takes a deep breath, thereby causing her chest to heave out, constricting her already snug uniform. Rachel says smiling, "how are you holding up? "I'm almost done," she said. "You are pretty dirty down there." "I'm doing a good job, aren't I "? When she says job, only "blow job" registers. Softly, Mr. Jones says, "It still aches, but I'm OK." "I don't know how long I can hold on," Mr. Jones moans. Rachel looking at him with a beautiful smile, gripping his penis says, "Hold on?, What do you mean"? Awkwardly he repeats, "Yes, hold on." Puzzled, Rachel continues to more aggressively massage his groin, cupping his balls with her hands and rubbing him with a washcloth. He feels a stirring in his groin, his arms now at his sides, fists clenched. Rachel's face is now right above the tip of his erect cock. Mr. Jones grunts softly, "Rachel, watch out." She says, "excuse me? Watch out"? Rachel now straitens up and comes towards the head of bed smiling, "What's wrong, what did you say"? His penis, now fully engorged and erect, is pointing up towards his stomach. Mr. Jones repeatedly ejaculates in the air and on his stomach. Grunting louder and louder, his cock flickers until he is finished. "Oh my god"!, Rachel yells, "I had no idea" Out of breath Mr. Jones says, "What"? Rachel yells, "How could you"! "What? I'm sorry, I could not help it," Mr. Jones complains. "I'm not a prostitute! I'm leaving," Rachel says. "You can't, I've got all that stuff still on my penis, am dirty and it still burns." "Too bad," Rachel says. Rachel covers Mr. Jones and starts to head out the door. As she opens the door, she is met by her instructor Ms. Towns. "Hi Rachel, hi Mr. Jones," Ms Town says. "Your leaving?. "Are you finished Rachel"?. "Yes I am," Rachel replies. "Are you sure, he still has some soap on him." "Don't forget, clinical is thirty percent of your grade, and I will be asking for opinions from Mr. Jones on your performance. "Mr. Jones, how is Rachel doing"?, Ms Town asks. Glancing first at Rachel, then to Ms. Town, Mr. Jones says, "Great, so far" "Rachel, it's hot in here, why don't you take your uniform top off," Ms Town said. As she took her white top off, her breasts and body became more sharply defined. When she removed the top, the size and beauty of her breasts came into full view. She wore a white T-shirt so thin you could see the outlines of her bra. The drooping neckline also gave a view of some cleavage. As Mr. Jones looked up and saw her breasts, he thought he would blow a load right then. "Are there any problems"?, Ms Town asks. Again glancing first at Rachel, "Well, um, I don't think I'm all clean yet," Mr. Jones said innocently. "Rachel, you were going to leave without finishing with Mr. Jones"?, Ms. Town exclaimed. "Well, no, but um, you don't understand Ms Towns." "Mr. Jones is a little, well, it like, I never washed a male patient before and he reacted, well, it's awkward, I don't know," Rachel stammered. "Your a nurse and whether you care for a male or female should make no difference in the kind of care you provide," Ms Towns said. "I understand you might feel awkward but you must finish." "But you don't understand," Rachel complained "Other patients on the floor have complained that material from their casts are irritating, please be sure to clean those areas vigorously" Ms. Towns said. "Mr. Jones are you also irritated by that material"? "Yes" Mr. Jones replied. "Where"? Acting very coy, Mr. Jones said, "Um, well, down there," pointing to his groin. Ms. Towns removed the sheet, his boner now normal size, and said "Yes, I see, especially there," pointing to his penis. "Rachel do you see this," Ms. Towns said Rachel stared, noticing the considerable difference in size from five minutes ago, and agreed, "Yes." Rachel is a little aroused thinking all that she did to get his penis to its previous girth - Wow. "Rachel," Ms Town asks, "did soap get that stuff off"? "Yes. A little," Rachel replied. "Is your skin sensitive Mr. Jones"? Ms. Town asks. "Yes , um, kind of" Mr. Jones replied "Is the soap or washcloth too rough"? "Yes, kind of," he replies. "How about the gloves"?, She asks. "Those, yes, kind of, he replies." "OK. don't worry, we'll get you clean," Ms Towns says. "Thanks" Mr. Jones replied. "Rachel," "Yes Ms Town," "Don't use a wash cloth on Mr. Jones and please take your gloves off then finish with Mr. Jones" "But you don't understand Ms Towns," Rachel pleaded. "He, well, he got excited and um, well, I don't know, it's, I don't think I can do it." "Rachel, your a nurse, your an adult and this won't be the only bed bath you give to a male patient, just finish, I'll won't except any excuses," Ms Towns said. Frustrated, Rachel asks, "What should I use to clean him"? "Your hands, he has no infections, your bare hands will be fine, if not, try something else, I don't know," Ms Towns replied. "My god, Ms Town, are you serious"?, Rachel says. "Yes, do it," and she leaves. Mr. Jones was in heaven. "Bye Ms town," he said. "Bye dear." "I'll check back on you later" Rachel took the used towels, sheets, gown and wash cloth down the hall and put them into a soiled linen hamper. She couldn't find clean linens but was told maid service would have some later. She came back in the room and said, "OK, I don't have gown for you now, please understand. I get some later so you can cover yourself." Mr. Jones is now laying back on he bed completely naked. "Now you better behave Mr. Jones," Rachel says. "I'll try." He thinks to himself, man o-man. You bet I'll try. "Good" she says. Rachel leans over, stops and says, "You'll try to behave, right"? . "I'll do my best if you do yours, OK." "Excuse me Rachel, I got some on your shirt." "What"?, she says. "You know, stuff." She looks down and sees semen droplets on the front and side of her T-shirt. "Oh my god"!, she yells. "Your terrible." She desperately looks for some surgical scrubs, but finds none. "Don't even say a word," she says in a sharp tone. Rachel takes her soaked T-shirt her shirt off. Her breasts looked so confined and tight in her white frilly laced bra, I thought they would just pop out right then, he says to himself. "Rachel, you've got a great body." "I know," she said, "Be quiet." "You'll behave, right" "I'll do the best I can." I'll do the best I can all right to exploit this situation, Mr. Jones says to himself. Rachel again leans over the bed, her cleavage and tan breasts in full view. What a beautiful sight, he says to himself. He was again soft. Rachel says, "Now stay like this." She started by wiping the cum he sprayed on his stomach. It dried quickly and stuck, especially to his hair. He again put his hands behind his head and took in the view now accentuated by the view of her breasts and cleavage. When she began cleaning the semen and material from his cast and pubic hair, she couldn't help but brush up against his cock causing it to stir. She noticed this but continued. God, she said this stuff is harder to get off than the plaster. The sunshine shined on her and he now could see her nipples ripping through the fabric of her bra. He quickly became more erect, forcing her to stand up a little. "Oooh, Oooh," he groaned. The vision of this beautiful women, with breasts and nipples in full sight against the backdrop of my window was extremely arousing. Standing in the sunshine she began to perspire, droplets dripping from her chin and down her chest then between her cleavage. One more accidental brush of her hand against his penis was all it took for Mr. Jones to become rigid. Again, she was forced to stand up a little more. He had a grin on his face, loving the situation he found himself. His arms now folded across hiss chest as he stared down at her while Rachel caressed his balls to clean them. She then stood up looked at him with a frown and said, "I'd bet your just enjoying this." He couldn't help himself saying "I can't complain." But took it back, "I'm sorry, but your a beautiful girl and I'd think you would be insulted if a man couldn't get aroused by you." "Thanks," she said, "But you know what I mean." "Okay, I'm finished down there," pointing to his groin. "Let's finish this," she said. She used her thumbs at first to hold and clean his cock but her hands were no match, he was too big. She tried again but the resin wouldn't come off. "I don't know what to do," she said puzzled, wiping her forehead. As she stretched, arms above her head, her breasts heaved in his direction. "Your pretty," Mr. Jones said. "Thanks," she said grumbling. "Any ideas," she asked. After a moment, Mr. Jones suggested using the palm of her hand. "What"?, she said. "Then, I don't know," he said. The Hardest Day She thought of any other options, but there was none. She started stroking his cock with one hand. He groaned, causing her to look at his face. But her hands were too small to grip the shaft. So she used both hands and began to stroke him in an even methodical rhythm. He groaned loader. "Rachel, Rachel, Rachel." "Mr. Jones please stop it. I'm here as a nurse not a whore." But she continued, his cock becoming more and more rigid. "Rachel, Rachel," he groaned. But the resin was still not coming off. So she picked up the pace. Her breasts were heaving with the motion of her arms. Rachel saw his cock pulsing and the large veins feeding it blood. She shut the door so no one would surprise them or hear the noise. She stopped and says, "Mr. Jones lets finish this." He yells, "Don't stop"! "You got to be kidding me." "No wait, listen," Rachel says. "Lets finish this." "What do you mean"?, he said "Watch, if I do this right you'll be done, clean, then I can get out of here quicker." "I'll have to stroke your penis faster to get the resin off." "Great he said, do it! " But promise not to orgasm Mr. Jones." "I don't know if I can do that," he said. "Please," she says very flustered. "I don't know, I can't promise you." Looking down at his face, then at his swollen cock she sighs, "Then don't groan too loud, OK"? Then in a very agreeable tone, Rachel said "If you have to, well, um, well, you know, shoot, please let me know" He knew what she meant but he wanted to ask her anyway. "Do you mean if I blow my load"?, he said shamelessly. "Well, um, yes," Rachel said. "I'll try," he said. "God, it's hot in here," Rachel says. "I'm going to have to get on the bed, my back is killing me from leaning over." She jumped on the bed straddling his waist. "Am I touching your legs too much, do they hurt," she said? "No, I'm fine." "Okay, ready," she said. "No." "What now," she cried. "Promise not to stop, for anything! You left me hanging twice." "Okay, don't worry, I won't stop until your clean and besides, I want to get out of here," she said. She took her shoes and socks off and adjusted herself to be comfortable. She was very light and thin, just how he preferred his women. She faced Mr. Jones and looked up and down his body. God, facing her beautiful face and her tanned buxom chest was more than he imagined. Sitting down, her breasts were so large they were inches above her thin waist line. "I'm going to start now, okay"? He said "Fine" as he got comfortable, bringing his arm above his head and grinning. Rachel took hold of his penis and began to pull and stroke it. He was softer but as she worker he gradually hardened. She gained a rhythm, bouncing as she stroked. Every time she lifted back so did her breasts. Her shoulder bra straps tightened and loosed as the weight of her breasts rose and fell. He said, "There you go, your working it perfectly" Occasionally, their eyes would meet. Her faced looked awkward, while he had a grin and an expression of joy. Sweat began to drip down her chest, soaking her bra. He could tell she was aroused by the way her nipples grew in size and stretched the fabric of he bra. "Oh, aah," he groaned She kept stroking and stroking, faster and faster. Her hair wet from perspiration, hung down over her face, laying on his stomach, his groin and covering her hands and lowers arms. He heard her grunt softly. Then again, ugh, ugh. She contracted her legs around his waist. "Rachel, ooh, Rachel." Please, Mr. Jones. She took one hand off his cock to brush her hair back over her head. "Your beautiful," he said She grinned, slightly. She was bouncing more now and the straps on her bra were beginning to stretch. God, he said to himself, that bra must be two sizes to small. Her thumbs were on top of the head of his cock now. He thought he heard another soft grunt. He fixed his eyes on her face, then her breasts. With all her up and down motions, the straps stretched more and the buckle of her flimsy bra located in between her breasts started to unbuckle. "Come on, Pop"! He measured himself and knew he was 8 inches, but he swore she stretched him to nine. "Rachel, oooh, Rachel," he groaned. . She leaned back and straightened a little bit, her head tilted back. She leaned back a little more, still bouncing, as she rubbed her throat, her eyes closed. As she leaned back, her bra tightened. "Rachel, ahhh," he groaned. She said nothing. Rachel squeezed harder, yelling, "Come on"! She leaned back to stretch. He could see her lovely chest, throat and most lips. Then suddenly, the clasp of her bra snapped and her bra fell open to the sides, exposing her large breasts. She slowed to cover herself, but he screamed, "Don't you stop"! Her face was red from embarrassment, but she continued. His cock was moist from sweat, allowing her to stroke faster. Her breasts now exposed bounced freely, up, down and side to side. He raised his hand and brushed her breast, she said nothing. Again, he brushed and twisted her nipple, this time she gave a short high pitch grunt. "Your just about clean," she said, "I'll almost done." He gently cupped her breast in his hand. It was very soft and tender. This time, Rachel slowly brushed his hand away. He felt a twitch, a stirring. His balls tightened. "So am I," he said. She increased the pressure around the base of his cock to remove the remaining residue. "Rachel, my God, oh Rachel," he groaned louder. "Rachel," he yelled. Their eyes met again. He looked into her brown eyes and moaned. She paused, wiped the sweat from her face, and continued. God she was beautiful. Her bare chest dripping with sweat. Her face was staring straight down upon his penis. "I almost ready." "What"?, she said breathing heavily. "Get ready, ooh." You mean, you are going to, um, well, um," she said. "Yes, um, I am," he said. She desperately looked for some tissue, a towel, anything to capture his ejaculate, but couldn't reach the bed stand. "Ooh," Mr. Jones groaned. "Oh no," Rachel cried. "Hold on, Mr. Jones, wait." "I need some tissue or something" . "I can't, I'm going to blow." He could feel his load rising in his cock, it was going to be large. She was desperate, not knowing what to do. Thoughts raced through her head, what to do. "Almost," he cried. She continued to stroke him and squeeze. She brushed her long hair back away from her face and over her shoulders. Then quickly he said, "Oh God. now! Unexpectedly, Rachel lowered her head and put her mouth around his cock and began to suck. Her head bobbed up and down, making soft slurping sounds. She continued to stroke his shaft with one hand and massage his balls with the other. He couldn't believe she put her mouth over his cock. He thought convincing her to give him a hand job was exhilarating, but a blow job was more than he would ever have expected. She continued to suck on his cock faster and faster, her head bobbing up and down. "Uh"!, she grunted . Her dark brown hair now fell back around her shoulders, only the tips of her breasts and nipples now exposed. Then one last grunt, "Aaah," and he blew multiple large loads into her mouth. "Uh, oh," he groaned. His fists clenched. She kept her mouth around his cock. Again, he grunted, his penis flickering up with the spasm. She kept sucking until he quieted down. After he subsided, she leaned back, got off the bed and spit into the bathroom sink repeatedly. Rachel slowly came towards the bed wiping her forehead. "Rachel he yelled, hurry, I'm not done." She ran over, leaned over the bed and again put her mouth around his shaft. She sucked on his cock again, her head bobbing up and down, faster than before. This time she swallowed almost the length of his cock.. "Uh," he groaned, as she continued to suck on his cock. Then one last load of sperm shot into her mouth. She squeezed his shaft, again and again, tightening her grip, as she bobbed her head. She then looked at him, her mouth half full and said, "Are you done"? "Yes," he said, "I'm sure." Then she spit into the sink in his bathroom. Now relaxed, "Oh Rachel, I'm sorry, but I have to say that was great," he said . She looked at him and slightly grinned, "Well, where done anyway." She went back in his bathroom, came out with a towel and began to dry herself off. She came and sat next to the bed, her large breasts still exposed. "I have to catch my breath," she said. "Me too." "I can't believe how difficult that resin is to remove," she said. "Yeah, I'm glad I didn't have a male nurse," he said. She laughed, "I'll bet." "I can't believe you put your mouth around my cock - a blow job even, he said. "Yeh, well, I couldn't find a tissue or towel in time and that stuff is hard to remove, trust me." "I spent an hour cleaning you before, and I don't have the time to do it again. I have to leave soon," Rachel explained. "At first I thought you swallowed" "No," "It was too much, I couldn't. Your pretty big. I barely got my mouth around your head." "I'd have a tough time giving a man your size a blow job. "I don't know about that," Mr. Jones said. She grinned, "Yeah, well, maybe not." She checked to make sure he was clean. He had two spots of resin but she thought they were insignificant. She slipped on her uniform top. Not having a shirt on, she zipped it up to her neck and threw her bra and soiled T-shirt into her gym bag. "Well, I have to leave, is there anything else you need before I go besides sheets and a gown"? Mr. Jones said, "Well, are you going to be around tomorrow"? "Why"?, she said. "Well maybe, um, uh, you could visit me." "I don't think so. You and I did about as much as I wanted to do and more," Rachel said. "You can't come back tomorrow"?, he said again. "I'll see, maybe." As she turned to leave to get his linens, her instructor knocked on the door, "Hello." Rachel opened the door and let her in. "Hi Rachel, hi Mr. Jones." "Rachel are you done with Mr. Jones"? "Yes I am, just have to get some linens." "Mr. Jones, how did Rachel do, did she do a good job, do feel your clean enough"? Mr. Jones said, "Oh my, yes, I feel great, she gave me the best job I ever had. I'm sorry, she did a great job," as he glanced at Rachel. "Good, she did a good job then." As Ms. Towns kept repeatedly saying job, the only job Mr. Jones could think of was the blow job Rachel gave him. "Yes." "Good, I'm glad she did a good job. She is one of my better students." "I new she would do so. When she graduates I'm sure she will do a great job with all her patients." "I hope so," Mr. Jones said as he smiled and again glanced at Rachel. His feeling of fifteen minutes returned and he became slightly aroused. Looking more closely at Ms. Towns now than he did when they briefly met before, he noticed that she was attractive. Not in the ball park with Rachel, but attractive. She was in her later twenties, taller, thin, and had green eyes. One of her most attractive features was her olive skin and full lips. Her lips resembled those of Julia Roberts. Her dark red lip stick accentuating those full lips. "Do you mind if I see the area you were concerned with"?, Ms. Towns asked. Mr. Jones now felt unabashed and confident. After all, he got what he wanted and more, what could he lose. She saw his groin, but only half the cock Rachel dealt with. She to was taken back. "Wow, you are a virile young man," Ms. Towns said. "I know," he replied. "You got him real clean Rachel"?. "How was it caring for your first male patient"? "Oh, fine, no problems. Mr. Jones just laid back quietly on the bed and let me do my job," Rachel replied. 'Job' raced through Mr. Jones thoughts and he became slightly more aroused. Ms. Towns noticed the change. "Really"?, Ms. Towns said. "I thought you would have had some problems, but good." "Let me take a closer look." "Rachel you missed two small areas." "Oh, yeah, but it is really nothing, those areas are very small," Rachel explained. "No, I want you to do it right. I won't have my students taking short cuts." "But isn't it time to go"?, Rachel said. "No, not until we finish. The class can wait. We have a couple of minutes before our bus arrives. I'll help so we finish quicker." "Now tell me how you cleaned him." "Well, I um, rubbed my hands around there, pointing to his to cock, to remove the resin by that area, then just softly rubbed with my fingers to remove the resin down there, pointing to his balls." "Really"?, Ms Town said. "Well, um, um, yeah. You said not to use gloves or a wash cloth." "Yes, yes, well, I guess did, well fine, we'll do just that." "We'll each clean an area. What area do you want to clean"? "I don't care, you decide," Rachel replied. "OK Rachel, I'll start here," pointing to Mr. Jones cock." She washed her hands and then started to stroke the area on Mr. Jones cock. Because the area was so small, she had to stroke the length of his shaft in order to increase the friction and pressure to remove the resin. Though Ms. Towns only needed one hand. "Is this the way she did it Mr. Jones"? 'Yes, but Rachel worked faster." "Like this," she said pumping him faster. "God, Yes," Mr. Jones replied, astonished what was taking place. But happy. "Come on Rachel, start cleaning that other spot." Rachel was shocked that her teacher was doing this. But if she had to, then why not Ms. Towns she presumed. Mr. Jones was getting harder and Ms. Towns could feel his cock grow in her hand, until he became, rigid, fully erect and getting the hand job of his life. One beautiful girl stroking him and the other fondling his balls. "How are you doing down there"?, Ms Town asks Rachel. "Oh, fine." "Oooh," Mr. Jones groaned, "OoH." "Are you in pain"?, Ms Towns asked. "Noo," he replied With two women working on him, he felt the urge to cum much sooner. "I'm almost done here. How about you Rachel"?, Ms Towns said. "Just about, Ms Towns." He felt a stirring in his groin. "Rachel." Rachel raised her head from his crotch and said, "What is it Mr. Jones." "I'm going to um, ah, like before." "Oh no, again," Rachel cried. "What is it Rachel," asks Ms. Towns. "How soon, Mr. Jones"? "Soon"! "What is it Rachel, what"? "Well this rubbing has caused Mr. Jones to feel like he will, um ah." "Tell me," she exclaimed. "It's embarrassing," Rachel stammered. "Rachel," Mr. Jones moaned. "I'll ask you one last time Rachel, what"! "Mr. Jones is going to blow his load"!, "What"?, exclaimed Ms. Towns "He is going to orgasm, cum, pop a load, spit a wad!, understand now." "Did this happen before?," she asks. Embarrassed, looking down, Rachel said, "Well, um, uh, um, Yes." "Is that true Mr. Jones"?. "Yes it is." "Rachel what did you do"? "He said he couldn't help it, that the rubbing caused him to, well, you know, and I just finished cleaning him and I did not want to have to clean him again, because we were leaving soon," Rachel said panic stricken. "I didn't have time to react or grab a tissue and I didn't want to clean him again." "Yes, and," Ms Towns said in a very judgmental tone "So, I put my mouth, well um well," she stammered nervously. "Yes, then, then, what," Ms. Towns pressed. Rachel became irritated by this questioning, then defiantly Rachel yelled, "What the hell would you have done Ms. Towns." "I don't know, but," Ms. Towns replied. "But what"! Rachel asked in an scrutinizing tone. "Someone better decide in ten second," Mr. Jones said. "Well grab a tissue or a towel," Ms. Towns cried, "Quickly"! "There are none," Rachel said. "Nothing"! "No." "Four, three, two. Mr. Jones groaned. "Do what you did before Rachel," Ms. Towns said. "Your the teacher, you handle it," Rachel replied impudently. Ms. Towns was shocked. Staring at Mr. Jones she, like Rachel had few options. "Are you sure there are no towels," she asked desperately. "No," Rachel said. "Well, um, ah," Ms Towns mumbled. "Now," Mr. Jones grunted. As he began to cum, Ms. Towns first covered his cock with her hand. But after his first sticky load landed in her palm and in between her fingers, she quickly pulled her hand back and changed her mind. Mr. Jones was ecstatic. He watched as Ms. Towns panicked. He said to himself, like student like teacher. Ms. Towns leaned over his bed and began to cover his cock with her mouth. Her head slowly lowered down on his cock, attempting to catch his ejaculate. "Ooh, Ms. Towns," Mr. Jones groaned. She raised her head and yelled, "How dare you"! "I'm not finished," he yelled. "I won't tell if you don't Ms. Towns," Rachel suggested. "Blackmail"!?, Ms. Towns exclaimed. "I don't know, what would you call it," Rachel replied. "Just finish me"!, Mr. Jones interrupted. "I'm standing behind Rachel." "Thanks, Mr. Jones," she replied. Cornered, embarrassed and staring at an eight inch cock, Ms. Towns succumbed to the oldest trick. "Be quiet Mr. Jones, I'll finish," she said shattered. She again lowered her head but this time she sucked on his cock, much harder than Rachel. Her head was bobbing faster and faster, as her mouth engulfed his rigid cock and her full lips encircling it. At first he thought he felt her tongue licking his knob. "Ooh, your doing great," he moaned, "But stroke it at the same time your sucking, and squeeze it harder." She complied. "Oh, Oh.," he cried out. She let out a high grunt. Then she raised her head, looked up, and began to stroke his cock with a vise like grip. After taking a deep breath, she lowered her head again and more aggressively sucked his cock. She continued, up, down, up, down, faster and faster. Her hair fell upon his groin. He reached out to grab her hair, then gently brushed it behind her head and over her shoulder. "Thanks," she whispered. She resumed the blow job. She lowered her left hand to fondle his balls. "My God he moaned." He watched her head bob. She kept on sucking and stroking his cock. Her large full lips sliding up and down, leaving streaks of lipstick along his shaft. Rachel watched her teacher giving head and felt slightly less embarrassed for doing the same. "Now you know how I felt Ms. Towns." "Deep throat me teacher," Mr. Jones said. She took most all of him in, deeper and deeper. "Extra credit," he yelled. She bobbed faster and sucked harder, making loud slurping noises. She gagged momentarily. Then he flicked his cock up, as he released multiple loads into her mouth. He then relaxed, laying his head back on the pillow. Ms. Town continued stroking to ensure he was done, then shortly thereafter stopped. "Ms. Towns you were fantastic," Mr. Jones exclaimed. Ms. Towns leaned back, and got off the bed. "Ms. Towns there is a sink over here you can spit in," Rachel suggested. She coughed, cleared her throat, wiped her mouth and said, "No, no, that's OK Rachel, I'm fine." "Wow, Ms. Towns. You swallow? I'd never have guessed." "Mr. Jones blew really large loads earlier. I couldn't handle them myself," Rachel said. "Yes, they were large. But I just, well, I just took it in." "What a day"! he said euphorically. "We'll get your sheets and a gown now," Ms Towns said calmly. Rachel helped him on with his gown. They both helped to change the sheets, pillow case and then adjust his broken leg so it laid flat on the bed. "How are you now, comfortable, do you feel OK Mr. Jones"?, they asked. "I feel great"!, he replied ecstatically. "You should," Rachel said softly. "Have you changed your mind Rachel. Will you be coming back"?, he asked as he leered at Rachel. "I don't think so." Mr. Jones then asked Ms. Towns, "Is your class coming back again"? "Maybe, I don't know. We might visit other hospitals or floors," she replied in faint and humbled voice. "I hope both of you come back and visit. I think we all had a great time today, don't you agree"?, he said with a slight grin on his face. The Hardest Day They didn't respond. "Well, from what I've seen, you are a great teacher. Rachel sure takes after you," he told Ms. Towns. "Um, thanks, I guess," she replied. "Rachel your going to be a great nurse. I know you were a little uncomfortable today. But I'm not a bad guy, am I"?, he asked. "Well, you must admit. You received what can only be described as a unique care plan today," she said. "Rachel, let's go," Ms. Towns said. "OK, Ms. Towns." "Do you think your dean could ever hear about what happened today," he asked them. "I'll never tell," Rachel replied. "Likewise," Ms. Towns said. "Are you sure there is no way"?, he implied. "What do you mean"?, Rachel asked. "Yes, what do you mean Mr. Jones"? Ms. Towns reflected a moment, then realizing his implication said, "Do you mean to suggest that if we don't come back, you." He cut her off "No, no. No one has to know. It's just that I'd like to see you again, to talk, for company, you know." They both looked at each other, paused, then at Mr. Jones and said apprehensively, "Yeah, well, I guess we'll see you next week then." He stretched his arms, then said, "I'll be here."