3 comments/ 37079 views/ 31 favorites Challenge Her By: MrIllusion Edited by Todger ***** How fucking unlucky could I be... On the first vacation I allow myself in five years, I get in a very bad car crash that nearly kills me. I wasn't even going that fast in my 1970 Dodge Challenger. It took about a week after the crash, the nurses tell me, before I truly woke up from a haze of painkillers and sleeping pills. I was on my back in a hospital bed, in a huge room with six or seven other people. I looked down and saw three plaster casts on my legs and right arm, one splint on my left arm and not an inch of skin showing as I had bandages all over the rest of my body. I could barely move, and in any case hellish pain flared up whenever I tried. After filling some papers, I asked to be transferred to a private room. "Sir, it's very expensive..." the nurse began."I don't care;" I replied tersely, "I'm very rich." The following morning a team of nurses moved me to a new room, with a large window. For the next few days, during the few hours I could stand the pain without sleeping pills, all I could do was look out of that window. The next week I made a few calls. No wife, no kids, so the only people I could call were my business partner and two friends. One of them came to see me despite the seven hour drive. It helped with my morale, but after he left I was still faced with the inescapable fact that I was trapped here in Portland for a long while. I was too fucked up to be transferred back to my hometown hospital. Nurses and Doctors seem reluctant to tell me exactly how long my recovery would take; probably because I was pretty angry and frustrated most of the time. As the intense pain decreased during the next week, I settled in a sort of hellish routine. Doctors checking up on me (I was doing great, they said. I was really strong and healing well) and nurses checking on my vitals, slipping me a bedpan for the humiliating moments when I had to pee or shit and then wiping me like a little baby. This followed by the equally awkward sponge bath. The sponge bath was a complicated and painful affair; they had to slip some sort of leather harness under my back to lift me up, allowing them access to my entire body. Apparently you could get used to anything and four or five days later I didn't mind the bedpans all that much, and the nurses were obviously used to it as well. The one humiliating surprise that my body had in store for me appeared when the friendliest (and cutest) nurse, Carrie, gave me a sponge bath. She had done the same thing a number of times already, and everything had been fine until one sunny morning. Perhaps it was because she was in a great mood and smiling at me, that my penis decided to turn into a very erect cock. I flushed immediately, stopped talking and tried my best to move or hide it. Bad reflexes; the pain that followed my vain attempts at covering myself was excruciating. The nurse told me that she was used to it, and that it actually was a good sign that my body was returning to a normal state. "Well, I'm not normally like this!" I said, trying to make a joke out of it. She grinned. "I know! Look, I understand that it's awkward, but as I said I'm used to it and it is pretty normal... Don't worry about it." So even these occasional erections became part of the routine. Only with her, though. I didn't have them with the male nurses or the "ogre". The ogre is the secret name I gave to one particularly ugly and nasty nurse. Every time she came by I knew I was going to be frustrated by her attitude, and was going to be in some pain. When I asked my favorite sponge-bath nurse about her she didn't say anything, only rolled her eyes while shaking her head. She wasn't going to talk behind the back of her colleague, but she had made her opinion of her very clear nonetheless. Two weeks (and quite a few erections) later, the doctors confirmed what I already knew; I was doing much better. They would be able to remove the splint very soon, and even though the casts would stay on for a while yet, the pain had subsided almost completely. The itching was another matter entirely. But all in all, it wasn't that bad considering how close I came to dying in my car. When Carrie came for my morning bath one morning, she came as close to breaking her professional demeanor as I had ever seen her. Here I was, as nude as I could be with my casts, a raging erection obvious as she washed my cock with her hand and sponge. Suddenly she looked at me with a strange smile and said: tomorrow you're going to meet Indiana. She's a volunteer, and she's going to be replacing me and the other nurses for the non-medical procedures... like this one. Looking down at her, as she was holding the base of my cock with her hand, I stammered: "Really? Why?" "Well, because you're doing a lot better now..." "Oh. Well, I, er... kind'a like it when you... er..." I stopped, knowing I wasn't really going to say what I wanted to say out loud. She smiled at me, squeezed the base of my cock quickly before resuming the bath. "Don't worry; I'm pretty sure you're going to like her... I chose her for you myself." Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed that Carrie took a bit more time finishing up that particular area of my body. When she stopped, I was rock hard, breathing somewhat harder than usual. You know, when both your hands are useless, and you can't remember the last time you had an orgasm and a cute nurse gives your cock a sponge bath... your body reacts. Carrie looked at my cock, then up at me, surprising me with a whispered: "Sorry..." I was left alone in my room, looking down at the tent my cock was making above my belly, unable to release the tensions. I knew these tensions were only going to increase... Maybe now that Carrie was not going to wash me, it's going to be less frustrating? When I woke up the next morning, I didn't know what to expect. Indiana was a strange name, and I couldn't guess how old she was likely going to be. Carrie came in my room and said that she wanted to introduce my new caregiver. When Indiana followed her in, my eyes opened wide in surprise: I had already seen her. Two weeks ago, as I was looking outside at the little park where some patients went to sit out, I saw an incredible girl. She was outside with patients and at first I could only see her from behind. She was tall and thin, a lot thinner than I usually like, but she had nicely curved hips nonetheless. Her long thick mane of red hair shining like copper in the sunlight: she was obviously of Irish descent. What really caught my eyes, though, was that she was wearing extremely short shorts. Her long thin legs were amazing while she was sitting down, but as she got up and walked away, I could see the line between her left buttock and thigh: those were short shorts. I only had a glimpse of her face before she left: she looked really beautiful. Now, two weeks later, she was standing in my room, and she was more than beautiful, she was absolutely gorgeous. Despite the fact that she was dressed like all the other nurses, in plain and very drab green uniforms, I could remember the body I had seen form my window. Her very long hair was pinned in a decent bun, yet it still shone under the harsh neon lights. I heard myself saying hello and other mundane things as my mind tried to wrap itself around the fact that I was going to have the chance to get to know her. As Carrie left, she grinned, even winked at me; she did tell me that she had selected Indiana for me... After a deep breath, left all alone with that gorgeous creature, I actually felt very good for the first time in a long while. That first morning was all professional. Indiana had an easy laugh, but she seemed to be holding it in check, trying to look like a real nurse. I learned later that she was planning on becoming one. Right now she was only a volunteer, helping around in a hospital struggling with budget cuts all over the departments. She spent about one hour with me on that first morning, and I quickly got the feeling that part of her job was to keep the patients company. She made a show of checking all my vitals, casts, splint and charts, but she did it much more slowly than the nurses, all the while trying to keep me talking. It helped a lot that she was gorgeous. In fact, she was absolutely spectacular. She was shining like the only fire in a forest at night, and when she smiled or laughed, my heart skipped a few beats. If the first morning was a 'get-to-know-you' moment, the following morning was more 'down-to-business.' I got sponge baths once every two or three days, and it seemed that I was going to get one this morning. To my great shame, I was fully erect before she even removed my gown. She was, very clearly, not as used to this a Carrie had been. She flushed red, and her pale skin seemed to enhance the effect. Even while I was feeling as awkward as she was, I was also aware that she must have induced quite a few erections since she started giving sponge baths to male patients. After taking a deep breath, I looked at her and said, "Well, both my arms have been useless for a long time, so it looks like this sponge bath is the only thing I'll get..." Indiana seemed surprised, but grinned even as she blushed. I then added "And you're absolutely gorgeous, so if you can take my erections as very raw compliments, I'd rather have you doing it than the ogre..." Well it looked like my attempt at defusing the situation with a direct compliment, a reference to my situation and the joke about that awful nurse that people called the ogre worked very well. Indiana laughed out loud, and her face showed a unique blend of shyness, delight and pleasure. My comment, which could have thrown more oil onto the fire, had broken the ice. And while there was nothing sexual at all, not even a glance, when she cleaned my cock, she was now clearly more comfortable with the task. As we continued to talk afterward, I caught her looking at the very visible tent that my cock, still hard, made under my robe. Over the next few days, our relationship continued to grow as we became more and more friendly. We even started to share some of our personal lives with each other. The sponge baths remained wonderful, and I quickly realized that she's spending a lot more time on my chest, ass and cock than other nurses. Eventually I even saw arousal in her eyes as she did it. About a week after her first visit, I decided that I would have to make a move. I was slowly getting better, and it would only be a matter of weeks before I was well enough to transfer to a hospital in my hometown. The next morning Indiana came to my room like every other morning, but something was different. She was still wearing the same drab clothes, her hair was still pinned neatly on her head and she wasn't wearing any make-up. Something was different, but I didn't know what. She began talking about her first weeks doing this volunteering. She said that at first she was doing ordinary, boring work: cleaning the rooms, changing the sheets, directing people around the hospital, handing number tokens for long lines... But soon enough someone realized that the patients liked her a lot, and most of her time now was spent just being with patients who were alone, without visitors. After that, she said that she noticed that the chief nurse usually sent her to see male patients. While she found that a bit peculiar, her bright smile made it clear that she wasn't really bothered by it. In the pause that followed, I took another chance and said, "Can I ask for a very big favor?" My direct question changed her mood somehow, and she was a bit apprehensive. But she said: "Shoot!" with her wonderful smile. "Would you mind unpinning your hair? I'm a big fan of red hair, and yours has been teasing me for a while now..." Her smile turning into a grin, she didn't answer. Instead, she reached up and removed the long wooden pin that held her tresses in check. As she freed her hair by shaking her head left and right, I was mesmerized. Her hair was much longer than I remembered and appeared much brighter now it was falling free. Burnished copper locks were falling all over the place, cascading all over her shoulders, back and breasts. The whole room seemed to light up, and her shy grin only added to the effect. Instinctively one of my hands tried to move up to touch her hair, only to send lances of pain up my arm and shoulder. Taken by surprise, Indiana came to my side pretty quickly and gently moved my arm back into place. Doing so, of course, moved much of her hair against my face, and I just couldn't contain a moan. Even though I had just moaned out in pain, Indiana recognized that this latest moan wasn't the same. "Oh, I see... You really like hair..." Eyes closed by the pain, I still smiled and nodded. As I was catching my breath, Indiana moved closer and I felt her hair on my face. Not just for a quick moment. Indiana was giving me another type of bath. My entire face was soon covered with her hair, and my nose was filled with her scent. When I inhaled deeply I heard her laugh, so very close to me. "Thank you, thank you so much..." I said. As she slowly pulled away a few minutes later, she replied "No problem... my pleasure." When she sat down next to me, not making a single move to tie her hair back, she noticed that my cock was hard once more. When she smiled, I said: "Ya, I really like hair..." We both laughed about it, and even though nothing else special happened during the rest of the hour, the mood was very bright. As it happened, the following morning was a bath day. This time I was erect even before she came into the room. As usual, for the last hour, I had fought off the urgent need to masturbate, even though I knew I couldn't do it myself. Spending days and days with broken arms, alone in a room where a beautiful young woman came to visit... Not easy! As she came in the room, I saw her eyes glance at my robe and immediately I said "I'm sorry..." "Shhh. You said I should take it as a compliment, and I like compliments! Don't worry about it. On the other hand, I didn't think I'd get so many compliments, so often... or so clearly!"We laughed as she prepared the bath. When she removed my robe, she looked at my cock and made a face. "What?" I asked, fearing that she had seen some medical problem. "Well, honestly... It really looks painful!" She blushed as she said it, but yesterday's hair incident had changed our relationship somewhat. Hearing her comment, it was my turn to blush, and I didn't know how to respond. She said "This may be inappropriate, but do you... er, do you have a girlfriend... that could, er... come and, well, visit?" A simple "Nope." was all I could manage. "Ok, and you've been here for how long now?" "A long time..." another simple, flat answer. Silence after that. Indiana then put on her gloves, and began the sponge bath. Immediately I noticed that she zeroed in on my cock a lot quicker than usual. When she placed the warm, soapy sponge on my cock and began washing it, I twitched in pleasure. Above, under, on the sides, on the glans, under the foreskin as she pulled on it with her gloved hand, then down to my balls... I was going crazy. ...and I was also going to cum very soon. "Stop... please stop Indiana." She did. When I turned to look at her, she asked "Are you sure you want me to stop?" "Well if you don't... I, well, I won't be able to control..." "Shhhh. Don't you think I know that?" We looked at each other for a while, as she was waiting for my answer she smiled softly. I simply nodded. A second later I heard a latex glove snapping and felt her bare hand closing on my cock. Honestly, I don't think it took me more than thirty seconds. When I came, it was a unique combination of utter release, intense pleasure and sharp pain as some of my injured muscles contracted with the rest of my body. When I looked down, I saw that my entire belly was covered with gobs of sperm. "Should I take all this as a compliment as well?" Indiana asked, laughing with me. "Please do!"With none of the shyness I had seen earlier, Indiana gave me time to recuperate. She was still holding my cock, smiling gently at me. She then began cleaning my mess with the sponge. To my surprise, and hers, I got hard again. "Wow! This I take as a huge compliment!" We laughed again, until I felt her hand close on my cock. This time I was able to enjoy the moment, and even dared to look directly into her eyes as she was giving me the best hand-job in a long time. Soon she got up, leaned over me and spat a wad of spit right on my cock, transforming the already intense sensations into pure bliss. Her fingers were both soft and firm, and pretty soon, taking her cues from my moans and a few whispered comments; she found the perfect grip, speed, depth... I was in heaven! I came again a few minutes later, with a similar mix of pleasure and pain, but most importantly, sweet relief. I felt better than I had in weeks. Maybe months! Indiana finished her bath slowly, taking her time, using her bare hands and transforming the awkward task into a very nice massage. I got half hard again, but told her that I was quite alright. Usually the nurses finished the baths in a few minutes, but I think I enjoyed this one for more than a half an hour. Indiana left afterwards, having other patients she had to see. The following morning I noticed two things as soon as she came in. First, she unpinned her hair as soon as the door had closed behind her, giving me one of her bright smiles as she did. Second, her drab garb, while still as drab, was noticeably tighter. Indiana was lean and decently tall, and her breasts were proportionate, probably a large B cup, but they were now obvious under her top. Her hips, thighs and ass were also a lot more "present" than they had been previously. When she walked to the dresser and bent down to look for something in the bottom drawer, keeping her legs deliciously straight, I understood that the tighter clothes weren't an accident. I was mesmerized by her ass, and stared at its glory for way too long. I simply couldn't resist."Enjoying the view?" Indiana asked. When I looked up, I saw her reflection in the dresser mirror: she had seen me. Before I could reply, she straightened up and laughed. "Well", I said, "actually yes, I was. And, miss, weren't you looking for something in that drawer?" Indiana faked a surprised look and said: "Oh right, I must have forgotten about it." We laughed as she came by and sat next to me. "So Indiana", I asked, "it's my turn to ask an inappropriate question. Do you have a boyfriend at home who would probably kill me if he learned about the bath I got yesterday?" "Nope." "A girlfriend then?" "Neither." "Hmm. Interesting." "Interesting? Why is that?" "Let's see; you're gorgeous; have a great smile; are fun to be with; have incredible hair; you manage to turn even these baggy clothes into something sexy and you obviously have a great heart to be volunteering like this." After a pause I added: "What the heck is wrong with the guys in this town?" She only looked at me with a smile. After a long look, she leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Well, it looks like I'm not the only one that can cheer people up..." "Glad to be of service however I can" I replied "Now if I wasn't completely tied up, I think I could do even better..." I saw her reaction in her eyes: the idea that I could reciprocate turned her on. She even looked at my splint, then reminded me that the doctors thought they would be able to remove it soon. It left a silence in the room. For some reason she wanted this just as much as I did. "Well..." she said slowly, conscious of the silence, "It sucks that it's not a bath day..." Standing right next to me, leaning forward so that her hair touched me and that her breasts were stretching the fabric of her top. She grinned, then placed her hand on my shoulder, caressing my skin. Soon enough, I was getting an erection. And since my penis had been resting between my thighs, it slowly pulled upwards, making a nearly grotesque tent because of the angle.Looking at it, Indiana laughed. When she stopped, she closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. "I have one simple question for you; do you want my hair on your body, or not?" Challenge Her "What? Of course I..." I stopped, knowing that it was a trick question, otherwise she wouldn't have asked. Taking a chance, I said: "Not." Indiana winked at me, whispering "Good call."Suddenly her smile froze, and she paused... She said, "This is crazy! I'm about to... Damn!" Indiana turned to look at me, a direct, naked stare into my eyes: "I barely know you but if you were not injured, I'd jump up on the bed and ride you until you'd lose consciousness." I was speechless, frozen and thrilled. After shaking her head, she laughed quickly and winked at me. She then untied my robe and removed it completely. Slowly she moved down the bed, letting her hand caress my shoulder, then chest, then belly until it wrapped itself around my cock. As she began, Indiana slowly bent forward. My already racing pulse shot up instantly, knowing but barely believing what was coming.Seconds later I felt Indiana's breath on my cock. Then, making me wait, she whipped her hair away from me and onto my casts. Giving me an unobstructed view, as if the teasing was over, she then took as much of my cock as she could inside her mouth. It took all I had not to cry out loud. While the sponges had been hotter, wetter and slicker with the soap, her mouth felt like a gift from above. With nothing but a few copper locks between my eyes and the glorious sight of Indiana's blow-job, I was entranced. The room was the same, the casts haven't been removed and I still felt some pain from the accident, but in a blink of an eye it seemed I had transcended all of this. My little hell didn't feel like a prison anymore because of this red headed angel. In fact, looking down at her mouth around my cock, I felt a twinge of sadness; eventually I would leave this place.As waves of pleasure washed over my entire body, this anticipated regret faded. Instead I noticed that her ass, bent forward as Indiana was, and even though I could only see it from the side, it was a sight to behold. Images of the first time I had seen it, outside a few weeks ago, came flooding back. The damned splint prevented me from doing anything more than look, but in my mind's eye, my hand was roaming all over that taut and firm flesh.Suddenly Indiana pulled back slightly and whipped her hair towards me. I know it's a cliché, but the only words that came to me as I felt her hair falling down on my naked chest were angels' wings or maybe succubus. This particular redhead had a lot more fire in her, than a pale blond angel probably would. She was just about as good at this as she had been at her hand job yesterday. Taking cues from my moans and groans, Indiana was bringing me to another very quick climax. "I'm about to..." I said in a whisper. Pulling away completely from my cock for a second, she said: "I know... enjoy it!" As she engulfed me once more, her left hand slipped down around my balls and her little finger pressed hard against my flesh between my sack and my anus. My redheaded succubus was definitely not an angel! My ejaculation was actually painful, and not because of my accident: It felt like my balls wanted to spew out more cum than they had in them. Indiana kept her mouth firmly on my cock during my climax, even adding the delicious sensations of her tongue twisting. Her mouth was turning back and forth and a she made deep hum that made my cock vibrate every time my glans hit the back of her mouth. As young as she was, someone had taught her how to give a great blow-job!Letting me down gently once more Indiana pulled back slowly, knowing to tease my cock but not my glans with her tongue whilst I was coming down from an intense climax. Still breathing hard, I looked at her and said "Whatever happens in the next few days or weeks, promise me you're going to let me repay these incredible gifts." "Oh, but I'm counting on it, mister! And, by the way, the doctor said to tell you that he was probably going to remove the splint on your left arm tomorrow." "Finally!" "Settle down cowboy! You're going to need a few days of physical therapy before you can do, er... whatever you want to do with it..." "Are you volunteering for this task as well?" "Well, let's see..." Indiana got up, turned around and bent forward a bit. "Do you think you'd be able to reach me without the splint?" As I looked at her amazing ass, so tightly defined by the stretched pants, I could see she wasn't wearing any panties, I simply groaned. "Do you have any idea how hard–?" "What? She asked, interrupting me."Already talking about being hard again?" "Haha! Careful what you wish for, my succubus! No, I was about to say that I was going to reach for your ass until I either reach it or break my arm again!" "Hmmm, that would be a shame... I really want that hand of yours all over me. Both of them in fact. I never thought I'd want a patient to fondle me like that, but it's all I've been thinking about those last few days!"The long, silent smiles we shared after this exchange were wonderful. Somehow we had said things we couldn't have dreamed of saying only a couple of days ago. As she left that day, we knew things were only going to get better.I didn't see Indiana for three days after that. The next day happened to be a Friday, and the Doctor, then physiotherapy was with me the entire morning as they removed my splint and suggested and showed me exercises. While I was a bit disappointed not to see Indiana during the week-end after that, I did receive a letter on my bed on Sunday when I woke up. Slowly, careful with my newly freed arm, I opened the letter. Indiana wished me well, said she was sorry for not being there during the week-end, but that she would make it up to me Monday morning. "The best Monday morning ever", she said. I spent the rest of the day fantasizing about that promise, and was still blown away when she arrived. That Monday morning lived up to its cliché, being grey, rainy and windy outside. I was, probably the only patient in the hospital with a huge smile on his face. When I heard the door opening and saw Indiana come in, I was surprised to see that she was wearing the same drab clothes, the larger ones, and that she didn't even look at me. Instead, she grabbed the curtains and pulled it all the way out. I couldn't see her at all. I tried a hesitant: "Hello?", but got no answer. For a minute I was suddenly scared that someone had somehow learned about what we did, and that Indiana had been punished. Then, from behind the curtain Indiana said with a smile obvious in her voice, "Ready for your surprise?" Whatever that surprise would turn out to be, my relief was already good enough for me. When she pulled the curtains, my relief, however good it had felt, was blown away by a heady mix of incredulity, elation and a surge of blood in my veins: under the baggy clothes, Indiana had hidden a nurse uniform like we see in erotic movies. "Now, sir," she said, using a deep Irish accent, "we're going to see how that arm is going this morning." I was surprised by the accent, but then again she was a redheaded nymph. For a minute I wondered if I was hallucinating as a result of the morphine, but wait, I wasn't still on morphine.After touching and testing my arm with her own hands, Indiana placed it back on the bed. And then, and then, and then... And then she simply turned around and bent forward at the waist. I didn't know what she was doing and didn't care. I could see the apple of her buttocks peeking out from under her very short white skirt. Taking a deep breath, I slowly moved my hand until; finally, my fingers met this much-fantasized ass. I felt an electric shock moving from my fingertips all the way to my neck. The bliss closed my eyes but I forced them up again: I wanted all my available senses on that great ass. Young and firm, a solid and playful presence both, her delicious ass was nearly overwhelming me. Soon I paused my caresses long enough to pull the hem of her dress up and up until it folded around her waist. Indiana was completely naked under that dress. Between two rounded mounds of flesh, pale white like the rest of her skin, her crack contrasted in dark pink. From the lightly darkening skin at the top, where the flesh of her back waved into her buttocks, to her small and delicate anus and finally to that remarkable pussy-flower of hers, her white skin seemed tattooed with pale freckles and pink flesh. Tattooed and glistening: her entire labia were coated with her juices.At any other time in my life I would have taken my time, enjoyed a long teasing game with my ten fingers as well as my lips and tongue. Right now was not any other time in my life. Most women, and even some younger girls like Indiana, like it when their men take firm control. Some even like the intense presence of a dominating man. When I squeezed one of her buttocks quite a lot harder, I listened closely to her reaction. Had Indiana been surprised, I would not have done what I did next.She was not surprised. Instead she breathed a long moan and I felt her entire body shiver. She had placed herself at my mercy, bent forward without panties in front of a man she knew was in utter sexual need. Her long moan told me that she knew exactly what she was doing. Instead of going slowly for her pussy, I twisted my hand around, palm up, and pushed my middle and ring finger all the way inside her. How she managed to contain her moan and obvious pleasure in this crowded hospital remained a mystery.The look she gave me, a grin that somehow managed to convey pleasure and more naughtiness than I would have foreseen, confirmed my intuition. Had I had any remaining doubts, her eyes would have quashed them. Indiana was obviously awakened sexually, blindingly so, to have done what she did with me in the last few days. Now I knew that she was more than just a tease. She did not really open her mouth, but she looked like a tigress with bared fangs.Bending my knuckles lightly to stimulate the top of her pussy and so her clit from inside, I tried my best to be attentive of her many responses. Before long she was writhing all around my hand; clearly I was not the only one in dire need of sexual release. Mesmerized by the sight of her ass moving around in front of my eyes, a memory flashed in my mind, and I brought my thumb back up until it touched he skin between the cleft of her pussy and her anus.Her response was a hum, from deep inside her. Grinning, I said: "Remember when you did this for me?" A quick "Hmm-hmm" before a brief pause and a very surprising; "Do it..." My eyes flashed wide open for a second. Before long, though, my thumb was wetting itself in the palm of my hand with her juices, and in one soft motion I buried it inside her anus until it swallowed my first knuckle. "You naughty, naughty boy!" she said, half-moaning, half-laughing. I gave the easy reply, "You naughty nurse!" In a matter of seconds her laugh turned into the full bodied moans of a woman in the dawn of her orgasm. She was trembling, her skin suddenly flushed pink and a sheen of fine sweat covered her ass and legs. Then silence as once more she managed to contain inappropriate sounds. Utter silence, utter pleasure. Her knees finally gave and my hand slipped out of her pussy. Twisting her legs beneath her she looked at me as her climax was still ringing from her head to her toes. That look, once again, was more than I was expecting. She was offering me herself, more naked than she would have been without any clothes on. I knew that I was drunk on pleasure, but the feelings I had right now were somehow more than just that. I had been just as drunk before in my life, but this was impossibly more. This waif of a young girl was rocking my entire world and my cock had never been inside her pussy! "Oh I'm going to fuck you soooo bad!" she said between breaths. After looking at the tent my cock was making, she grinned again, this time with a different look in her eyes. "But as they say in Braavos; Not today." "What?" I replied, dismayed. "Hmmm, poor little thing..." she said, getting up and replacing her uniform. "I'm going to be the worse fantasy nurse ever and leave you all alone with this big thing down there..." Then, a second later, she made it all better: "Tomorrow morning," she said in a whisper, very close to my ear, "you're going to fill my pussy with your cum. But for now," louder, straightening up, "I'm going to have to put this temporary splint on your arm... Better than a fixed splint and lighter, but not much... and it still won't allow you to, well, relieve yourself. You know why? Because I want you to be so pent up that I'll feel your cum hitting my cervix in about 24 hours..." I was speechless. Completely speechless. I watched her walk around the drape and heard her undress from the sexy uniform to put on the one she usually wears. A quick wink and a blown kiss was all I got before she left. It was actually very simple; I was completely under the spell of that Irish nymph! Time slowed down as the entire universe seemed to want to make me suffer. Those unending hours until she came back were sheer agony, a lot harder to deal with than any lingering physical pain. Yet in the end, inexorably, the hands of the clock turned until Indiana's usual "shift" began.She wasn't late. In near total silence I heard her enter, close the drape and undress. I then heard my own heart skip a beat on the machine next to me. Indiana walked in, pure, raw and completely naked. It was clear that there would be no more games, no more teasing, no more waiting. She was looking directly into my eyes, locked on like a red-maned white panther. As my eyes couldn't decide where to look and roamed all over her lithe form, I saw her smile briefly. Suddenly, so fast after so many hours of waiting, she was fully nude and on all fours above me. She lowered her face down just above my face, resting her weight on her elbows as she reached under my robe to unfasten it. Doing so, she gave me a quick kiss on the lips and we realized together that it had been the first.Somehow a brief pause, as we looked into each other's eyes, shook me more than her glorious nude entrance. "Don't worry love..." she said in a whisper, "We're going to have a proper first kiss soon. Right now all I want is..." She didn't finish. Instead she interrupted herself by placing the head of my cock right between her pussy lips. Mesmerized by the kiss, her words and that promise of another kiss, I hadn't even felt her hand on my cock. Up until yesterday, a thermonuclear bomb wouldn't have been able to distract me from her hand on my cock. Indiana was a gift that kept on unfolding, kept on giving and blowing me away.It was now my turn to do my best to keep quiet as she impaled herself upon me. Her lips were burning hot and drenched with her juices. Without extra lubrication she just leaned back and rose above me as my inches disappeared into her. Once again my eyes had more to feast on than they could take in. In a storm I was overwhelmed by breasts that were a bit bigger than I had thought, a firm stomach of pure, flawless white skin, nicely flared hips disappearing into her smooth, opened thighs, and that delicate, small and infinitely precious pussy between them. I'm a big-boned man and she certainly isn't, and for a few moments I could see her pussy distended around the base of my cock. Flabbergasted, barely began to describe what I was feeling, and then she raised herself.Holding herself up so that only my glans was still inside her, Indiana stopped and waited for my eyes to find her smiling ones. "Do you think you're ready for me, lover?" All I could do was shake my head. "Good..." she grinned, "Now just hang on."As she lowered herself all the way back down I felt like I was dying. As she pulled up again I was reborn anew, then died of pleasure overload again. And again, again, again... Her pussy felt like a nest of faeries, faeries drunk on sweet nectar, dancing all around my cock. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd had sex with someone outside of hookers or one night stands, yet even if I could have, Indiana would have blown them all away.At one point Indiana slowed down and eventually stopped riding me. "Let me check something right now." she said wickedly. One after the other, she raised her knees up and placed her feet next to my hips. In this position I felt her ass push down even more on my thighs and suddenly I felt her cervix against the tip of my cock. "There you go. I thought that you'd fit like a glove... or a hand inside my glove." Looking down at me, she added: "I can't wait for you to fuck me like the male you seem to be. But for now, just relax and enjoy this!" I couldn't even being to understand what the word "relax" meant. I was on another planet, being ridden by an impossible nymph. All I could do was make sure I moved as much as I could with her without destroying my own body in the process. The mix of pain and utter pleasure was new and intoxicating. We couldn't be very creative on this bed with my casts, but we certainly enjoyed it. When she heard my first moan, only a few minutes after she had impaled me, she opened her eyes and looked at me with a smile. Bending forward a bit she moved her face right in front of mine and stared into my eyes, as if looking for my orgasm.I don't know if she really did feel my cum hitting her cervix, but I did feel my balls squeezing painfully hard. As if on cue, or maybe she was triggered by my cum, Indiana's own orgasm rode with mine, shifting us both into a world that felt like mythical Irish legends. Leaning all the way down against and around me, she nestled her face between my shoulder and cheek, and whispered words into my ear in breathy Gaelic. When she brought us back into our world, and regained some control of our breathing, Indiana looked at me and said, cryptically: "You know we're just beginning your re-education, right?" At first I laughed with her, believing that she meant my physical re-education. But as the hours, then days and months went on, I realized that she was probably talking about a lot more things than just this.Three years later, as she was blowing me in my fully restored Challenger, I got my answer: this girl had been planning to reshape my body, my sex life and my entire life; and she had succeeded. Either she was just crazy good, a perfect fit with me, or those Gaelic words were in fact a spell she had woven to keep me in thrall. Every time I brought it up she swore that she wasn't a witch or nymph, but her laughter as she denied it kept me uncertain. Then again, every time I brought it up she also said: "You wanna hear those words again? Make me cum!" laughing again. I think I'd be ready to do anything to keep hearing her laugh like this...