4 comments/ 15951 views/ 4 favorites Dawn Wood Ch. 01 By: rockettime111 Anna finished her check of the patient's vitals and turned to leave the room, glancing at the comatose man as she started to leave. The immense tent in the middle of the sheet covering him made her stop in her tracks and do a double-take. She automatically glanced to the man's face, but he was still out. She glanced at the EEG readout- no movement there, or in any other metric being tracked. Her eye's returned to the bulge. She had heard of the phenomenon of spontaneous erections in comatose patients before, but had never observed one, not in four years of ICU experience. She considered getting the attending: she could always page him back to the unit- but this was hardly an emergency. She did a quick neurological exam and noted no new response- in all respects the patient remained catatonic. Her eyes drifted back down yet again to the erection, which remained standing tall. The patient arrived on the unit only a few hours ago. He had been found naked and unresponsive in a vacant lot, but had no evident sign of trauma or injury. They had done a quick MRI and some other tests, but found no indication of internal injury or brain damage. Anna had assisted in the general physical examination earlier, and had seen the man naked, just like thousands of others before him. She hadn't noted any remarkable penis size at the time, but then again, she had been operating in a detached, professional mode at the time, and then there was also the fact that she had sworn off men a couple of years earlier, so she had no innate interest in male genitalia in general. But the size of the tent in front of her indicated a pretty impressive tool. She felt an almost overwhelming urge to lift the sheet and take a peek, and was absolutely shocked with herself. She jerked bolt upright, and expression of horror on her face as she realized her hand had already been creeping towards the edge of the sheet. "I am a professional!" She said aloud in an indignant tone. She would walk out of the room and note the event in the patients chart in a strictly clinical manner and move on to the next patient, like she ought to be doing, she thought. But her feet seemed to be rooted to the spot, and her eyes to the mound. The impulse was impulse was irresistible. She licked her lips and glanced quickly out towards the nursing station, the central hub of the ICU, and from which all rooms could be viewed. There were two nurses at the station, both busy with their computers and charts. She reached out hesitantly with a trembling hand, and as she did, a part of her mind screaming in protest at the absurdity of it. It's not like this sort of thing didn't happen- this would hardly be the first time someone snuck a peek at a patients privates. Nor was it that she was some sort of prude or straight-arrow. But she did take an enormous amount of pride in her professionalism, and her clinical detachment. The notion that she suddenly couldn't control herself was far more disturbing than the thought of taking a peek at a patient's privates. With a final glance at the nursing station she lifted the sheet. The sight of the cock that was revealed was literally breath-taking. The cock was magnificent. It wasn't just about the size. She had seen bigger- hell, she had fucked bigger back in her heterosexual days. It was the sheer beauty of the thing: it had some unreal, almost impossible appeal to it- perfectly symmetrical, perfectly shaped in every detail. It tapered upwards, seeming to thicken towards the tip, and the knob was..simply gorgeous. That was the only word that came to her to describe it. And- the cock seemed to almost have some sort of inner glow, somehow. It was so beautiful it was almost asexual. But that was an impression that almost immediately passed and Anna felt a wave of pure lust run through her with an intensity that made her shiver. She glanced one more time outside, but frankly at this point it wouldn't have mattered if the Chief of Staff of the Hospital was coming through the door. She reached out and grasped the rigid member with her right hand. Some part of her brain that was still functioning in a clinical capacity noted that the penis was dangerously warm- almost hot, but the part that was in control couldn't care less if it was on fire. Incredibly, she felt herself orgasm. Just from holding the damned thing, she came, her knees almost buckling. She clutched the side of the bed with her other hand and gasped out loud. "But I'm not even straight!" She thought as she rode the sensations, a series of throbs of pleasure radiating out from her clitoris. She was finally aware of something else, too. Some...contact. Her eyes shot to the man's face. No change whatsoever, nor on the monitors. But she had heard....a voice. Or ...something. She released the cock and stepped back, and the sense of being compelled, controlled, faded immediately. Almost as soon as she let it go, the hard-on began to wilt, and in just a few seconds the penis was entirely flaccid. "Wow- mister, you're sure a grower, not a shower." She said half-out loud. Limp, it couldn't by any stretch of the imagination be called anything more than average-sized- no wonder she hadn't noted it earlier. She rearranged the man's gown and sheets, and then stared at his face. The man was handsome, but not devastatingly so. Likewise, he was well-built, but not ripped with muscle. He was hardly a Greek god or anything. The voice, or whatever it had been, had tried to tell her something, and she frowned as she thought about it. Just concentrating on it made her aware of a dim, very faint buzzing sound, like the wings of some tiny insect. She shook her head- she had work to do, and it was time she got back to it. The buzzing feeling wouldn't go away, and the memory of the erection and her strange reaction to it stayed with her the rest of her shift and all the way home. She was a runner, with a runners' body, long and lean. She routinely did five miles after she got home from a shift, and the run usually let her purge herself from the sometimes traumatic and often heart-breaking events of her work. But for the entire run her memories were focused on that amazing experience, and her horniness seemed to increase with every step. If she had a lover at the moment, Anna would have absolutely eaten her up and down, but she wasn't in a relationship at the moment. And while there was a sort of fuck-buddy Anna could call on, she was a nurse too, and worked days, and was thus unavailable to her. As she showered, she couldn't keep her fingers off her clit, and masturbated to orgasm twice. But her pussy seemed to be on fire. She stepped out of the shower and made a cursory swipe with a towel to dry off, then ran to her bedroom. She literally dove across her king-size bed, sliding on the satin sheets to yank open the drawer of the nightstand on the other side, where her toys were kept. She yanked out her usual favorite- her good old rabbit, and threw herself backward onto the bed. The little electric wonder worked its magic on her engorged clitoris, and she writhed on the sheets in pleasure, her off-hand pinching and pulling at her smallish, pointed tits. Her nipples were distended like twin cases of lipstick, and she moaned as she tweaked them in turn. She came again and then once more, and still wanted more. She went back to the drawer and sorted through it. She found the one she had been looking for- a highly realistic, flesh-colored dildo with a suction cup at the bottom. She grabbed it and hastily lubed it with some handy oil and rolled off the bed onto the floor. She growled in frustration as she realized the carpet was going to delay her pleasure, so she literally crawled naked across the bedroom floor to the polished wood of the hallway floor. Thrusting base of the dildo down into a vacuum lock, she impaled herself on it, and gasped as it filled her. She reached out and braced herself against the hallway walls and began furiously plunging up and down on the artificial cock. The image of the strange, glowing cock on the comatose man was like a vision of the Holy Grail to a questing knight before her- she could see it, almost touch it as it hovered in the air before her. She was dimly aware of the faint, persistent buzzing that had never stopped in the back of her skull getting stronger. And suddenly, just as she came with intensity that made her shriek out loud in pleasure, she also knew what the buzzing was trying to say to her. Dawn Wood Ch. 02 Anna knew two things: that glorious cock was going to rise again at dawn, and she needed to supply it with as much sexual energy as possible when it did. She also knew that was going to be impossible while the patient was in ICU. But it had been surprisingly easy to write a few notes in the record and get the patient moved out of ICU and transferred to a Gen Med ward. Anna had never dreamed of falsifying a patient's medical record before, but what with the memory of what had occurred when she grabbed the erection the previous morning, it was almost as if she'd actually had a conversation- or at least communication- with the patient like it now read in the chart. So the only blatant untruths in the notes were of the ingestion of a few centimeters of water and some food and a subsequent bowel movement- just a little frosting on the cake to make it convincing that the patient didn't belong in ICU. The attending physician was all too eager to move a non-critical patient off the unit- the scoop was that there were a couple of trauma cases in the ER as well as a shooting victim currently in surgery that were all probably headed for the unit eventually, so clearing a bed and staff for it seemed in everybody's best interest. The tricky part was getting the patient sent to the right ward with the right doctor assigned, but Anna was way ahead of the game in terms of people owing her favors, so she called in a few chips. And so it was that patient John Doe was given a private room on the ward where Anna's best friend Lissette worked the day shift. Lisette's shift didn't actually start until 7am- but Anna had carefully researched the exact moment that Sunrise occurred today and told Lisette she needed her in a little early. Anna had also carefully managed her workload so she could personally wheel the patient off the unit and to the ward at the correct time to meet Lisette in the patients' room a few minutes before it occurred. Lissette was a short little bundle of sexual dynamite. She was of highly mixed ancestry, but Asian was definitely most prominent in her facial features. She wore her hair in a short bobbed haircut, and she was always ready for anything at any time. Once the patient was situated, they hugged in what a casual observer might think was a friendly manner, it they didn't happen to notice the quick groping of tits and mounds. Anna glanced over her friend's shoulder and smiled. "Hello, Jim." Jim had followed Lissette into the room. He was of middle height, with a nice build and warm brown eyes that held a mischievous glint at the moment. "So what are you two wicked women up to? My radar is telling me it's something wild." He said. Anna laughed. "I'm glad you're here- I think you're going to like this." She glanced at her watch and moved to start peeling back the sheets from the patient. Sexual tension began to fill the room almost instantly, and Anna smiled in anticipation. "What- has this guy got some kind of monster cock, or something?" Jim asked eagerly. He was an infamous cock-hound. There was a rumor that he had sucked off every male tech on the radiology staff at one time or another, guaranteeing prompt service when the ward needed an x-ray for a patient. "It's not that," Anna started to say as she peeled back the last layer, exposing the flaccid penis to the open air. She started to reach out to take it in hand. "It's more about the- " "WHAT is going on in here?" An ice-cold voice paralyzed everyone in the room for an instant, and then all heads turned towards the door. Julie Stevens was the charge nurse on the midnight shift, and she was universally regarded as a total bitch. She was tall and thickly built, with light brown hair and angry green eyes that seemed to flash like lightning. Anna gulped. She glanced at Lissette and then at Jim; both were staring at her with horrified expressions. It was up to her, then: she'd have to think fast to come up with a story that would keep them all from getting written up, or worse. She took a deep breath and started to spin a yard about the need to catheterize the patient, but she stopped suddenly when she caught the look on their accuser's face. Julie had a mesmerized, almost shocked expression, and Anna glanced down to see what she was staring at. The patient's cock was just rising in its radiant glory, seeming to quiver slightly like an arrow striking a target as it reached full mast. Without a word, Julie stepped forward to the bedside with her hand outstretched. When she wrapped her wide, strong hand around the shaft, she shuddered, and Anna grinned: she knew first-hand what the charge nurse was experiencing. Julie released the clock and without a word began to strip off her scrubs, her face hungry with desire. Lissette and Jim reached out simultaneously from either side of the bed and both gasped out loud as their hands met around the meaty shaft. Their eyes locked, and they rushed to meet each other at the end of the bed. Julie was naked and climbing up onto the bed, eyes fixed on the patient's tumescence. She would be mounting it in a matter of seconds, so Anna took the opportunity to reach out and cop her own feel. The contact with the hot, rock-hard flesh was sublime. Even while she was rocked with waves of sexual energy on one level of consciousness, she was aware of the patient on another level as well, and this time she achieved more than just impressions or vague images. This time she was receiving actual communication: she knew exactly what she needed to do. And the first thing was to guide the magnificent head of the prong in her hand into the descending folds of Julie's pussy. Anna smiled again as she noted the brief flash of light as the tip entered the waiting cunt, and Julie sat down hard without hesitation, jamming into herself to the hilt. Julie's tits were big and heavily freckled, and they swayed enticingly as she began to ride that magnificent prick, and Anna grabbed one and begun sucking at it fiercely, eliciting another moan of pleasure from the charge nurse. An echoing moan from across the room made Anna take a peek out of the corner of her eye: Lissette was sitting on a chair with her legs spread wide into the air as Jim knelt between her legs, his head nodding and bobbing enthusiastically. Anna grinned wickedly and bent down to flick her tongue at the union between Julie's pussy and John Doe's cock. Julie had long, untrimmed cunt hair, but her clit was as big as a nipple, engorged and jutting out like a grape. When her tongue lapped against the shaft of the cock, it sent a thrill of mini-orgasm through her, and Anna wanted nothing more than to suck its entire length deep down her throat, but she knew what her immediate role was. Julie started to come in another few lunges, and as she did she sank down fully onto the rod, her thighs quivering and covered with goose-bumps. Anna latched onto her clitoris like a lamprey, and it seemed like she could feel every sensation that Julie felt. When she finally finished an orgasm that went on for what seemed like several minutes, Julie was so limp with exhaustion that she nearly fell off the table. The cock came out of her pussy with an audible popping sound and quivered like an arrow striking a target, coated in the woman's pussy juices. But almost immediately it began to wilt and soften. Julie stared into Anna's eyes. "We have to get him out of here. Today." She said. Anna nodded. Part of her somewhere far off was slightly jealous that Julie was now sharing the communication, but when she glanced over at Jim and Lissette, she could see that they knew as well. "OK, then." Anna said. "We need a plan."