Sarah was nervous as she stepped out of her car and headed for the doors that would take her back to work for the first time since the New Years party where she had recently lost her virginity. The whole night was still a blur... a legacy of spiked fruit punch and a night of intense fucking that she had neither expected nor wanted, but during which she distinctly remembered having orgasming over and over while begging the men who had taken her to "fuck" her and "cum inside" her. The whole thing might have seemed like a bad dream if not for the fact that when her co-workers had returned to the hotel room early the next morning after spending the night out clubbing, they had found her in bed naked. Sarah had quickly discovered further proof of her night's activities in the form of a newly shaven pussy and a dull ache between her legs which confirmed the harvesting of her cherry.

She had had a week of vacation scheduled after New Years, and had asked for an additional week, pleading a case of the flu. Physically she was recovered, but mentally she was so dazed by what had happened and her own reaction to it, that she had needed the extra time to decide what to do next. To her relief, a check of her organizer had shown that she had been in no danger of getting pregnant as a result of her deflowering. That just left the issue of how to come to terms with what had happened to her and her own response to it. The truth was that two weeks later, she still had no idea.

Sarah came from a good, religious family. One that didn't believe in sex outside of marriage. Sarah herself had no desire to get married, and therefore had never given much thought to the subject of sex beyond the clinical aspects that came with training as a nurse. That a situation which had started out as a rape could end up with her body cumming to orgasm over and over again as she rode two strangers' cocks and cried out for them to fuck her more and harder, still left her dazed when she thought about it. It had taken most of the time she had taken off work, but she finally managed to convince herself (more-or-less... it didn't help when she had started having dreams about that night which had her waking up with a throbbing between her legs and a wet spot on her nightgown) that her reaction had been a result of the shock of what was happening combined with the alcohol that had obviously been in the punch "James" had given her.

When she had decided to go back to work, she had asked to be transferred from the nursing home's elder care unit to its rehabilitation unit. Sarah didn't know what the girls she had gone to the party with might have figured out from what they had found when they returned to the room the next morning, but she didn't think she could handle having to work with them every day... at least not yet. She had worked at the rehab center for a few weeks when she first started at the home, and it seemed like a good choice. A little to her surprise, her supervisor had accepted her explanation that she needed a break from dealing with "end of life" care, and since there was an opening in the rehab center, she had approved the transfer without a hassle.

Her new shift supervisor was a woman she had only met in passing once. She was instructed at once to call the older nurse "Karen", and was referred to her first patient. "You'll have Mr. Bryant in room 110," Karen told her.

Sarah read the chart for her patient and began to check it over. She learned that her patient was 44, male (of course) and had until a couple of days before, been in the hospital recovering from a severe car accident which had left him with two cracked ribs, a severely sprained wrist, a severe concussion, and a right leg that had been broken in three places. He had been in the hospital for several weeks. The more "minor" injuries were mostly healed but his leg had required several surgeries to fix the damage, and he had only just been released to begin rehab. She also saw that he had just had his supper and his evening dose of pain meds, and was scheduled for his next to last bed bath. Once he officially started his rehabilitation, he'd be allowed to take an actual shower before bed, albeit one supervised by a nurse to begin with.

Sarah consulted with Karen before going into the room to introduce herself to Mr. Bryant. They both agreed that now was a good time to give him his bath since his meds should be peaking, which should in turn eliminate any discomfort that the bath might otherwise cause. She went to the utility room and gathered up a wash basin and a bottle of soap. She then went to the linen cart and took two towels, two washcloths and a clean gown. She then headed to room 110 with her stash and knocked on the door.

"Come in," she heard a deep voice say.

"Mr. Bryant?" Sarah asked as she walked in to the room. Once she had gotten far enough into the room to close the door she did so. As she entered the room, she got her first look at her patient. He was 6 feet tall, had a muscular build and green eyes. He was wearing one of the thin cotton hospital gowns, and the covers were up to his stomach. His hair was brown with just a hint of gray at the temples, and was cut just to the nape of his neck. His hands looked very strong.

"Yeah, that's me," he replied. "You must be my new night nurse."

"Uhm, yes. I am. My name's Sarah. You're scheduled for a bath, and I'll be giving it to you tonight."

Sarah's patient looked her over appreciatively. She was petite, with an unmade-up face that was pretty, though she didn't believe it when people told her that. Her long, blond hair was tied back in a ponytail... a departure from her usual habit of wearing it in a braid at work... which was an experiment now that she had a job that didn't involve trying to keep old people who didn't know what they were doing from pulling handfuls of hair out by the roots. She had a heart-shaped face with high cheekbones, a turned up nose, and blue eyes. She was just under 5 ft 3 inches tall, with fair skin. A flat stomach and narrow waist were accentuated by full breasts and hips, and long (for her height) shapely legs.

"Hmm... Very nice," Mr. Bryant said to himself. Out loud, he said, "Please call me Steve. You make me feel like an old man when you call me 'Mister'," he said with a grin.

Sarah asked. As she let the water run, Sarah 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. Sarah then went to the bathroom and began filling the basin with hot water.

"How's the temperature?" she asked.

Mr. Bryant dipped his finger in the water and said, "Fine. Though before you start, how exactly are you going to do this?"

"OK," she 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'll then help you to roll over onto your left and right side so I can wash, rinse, then dry your back. She paused, "Haven't you had these before while you were at the hospital?"

The older man nodded, "Sure, but every nurse seems to have their own technique."

Sarah proceeded to do as she had described. She took the washcloth and dipped it in the water, wrapped it around her hand and lathered it with soap. She carefully washed Mr. Bryant's face, ears, and neck. Once she was done with his face she rinsed the cloth, then soaped it up again and proceeded to his chest, arms, and back. She washed all the way down between his legs, and suddenly heard Mr. Bryant sigh. It was then she realized that she was massaging his balls from behind as she washed them! She pulled her hand away and began to rinse him off and dry his back with the towel.

The young nurse assisted Mr. Bryant onto his back again and covered his chest with a dry towel. She poured out the dirty water and proceeded to fill the basin with clean hot water. As she waited for the basin to fill she told Mr. Bryant that she would have to pull down the covers now to wash his leg and feet. Then if he wanted he could wash his own private area. Sarah brought the basin of fresh water over to the table and began soaping the washcloth again.

She pushed the covers off his right leg, keeping his groin covered for the time being. She could tell that he was aroused by the outline under the sheet. She washed his right thigh, rinsed and dried it, leaving the towel on it for warmth.

As he enjoyed Sarah's ministrations to his injured body, Steve thought, "God, I wonder what it would be like to fuck her," Being so young, cute and eager to help out the less fortunate, set his mind racing, and he began to wonder just how "helpful" she might be willing to be.

Because of the cast, she could only wash the upper part of his right leg. She rinsed and dried both legs, leaving the towel on them for warmth. Sarah covered his legs, and 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," Sarah told him.

He knew this was too good a situation to pass up and innocently asked, "Well, um, uh, I'm sorry but I think your going to have to wash this area for me," Mr. Bryant said, "My arm is still pretty weak and it hurts to move it too much." He also complained to Sarah of itching, burning, and irritation from plaster which had broken off around his groin and attached to his "member" when they had put a new "walking" one on before sending him to rehab.

Sarah eyed him suspiciously, but he had a point that technically it was her job. After working in elder care for two years, it wasn't as if she hadn't seen more than her share of male anatomy. As she pulled the covers away from him they seemed to get a little caught on his member. He lifted them to clear his knob and Sarah gasped at the size of his manhood. Mr. Bryant was well endowed. Sarah's eyes widened at the size of his penis. He had to be 8 inches long, and clearly wasn't yet fully erect. Hesitantly, she began picking pieces of plaster out from around his groin.

When she tried to wash Mr. Bryant's erect member with the washcloth, he suggested that the plaster might come off easier if she used her bare hands. Without waiting for her response, he took the washcloth from her and held her hands in his as he lathered them with soap. When they were covered, he put the soap down and then guided Sarah's hands to his shaft.

"Do it just like this, Sarah," Steve instructed. He put her hands around him and had her stroke him up and down. She moved her hand slowly up and down and then over his bulbous head, sometimes concentrating on the head longer than the shaft, and then moving down to his balls.

As she stood stooped over her patient, her back began to cramp, and she raised her hands above, then behind her head, leaning her head back and stretching. Her flat stomach was revealed above the waistband of her skirt (when she had gotten dressed that morning, she had discovered to her chagrin that somehow she had neglected to wash her scrubs recently, and she was down to one shirt and no pants, so she had been forced to resort to her one uniform skirt and a button up blouse), as well as the contours of her large chest.

"God, to be able to see those tits up close," Mr. Bryant thought. He stared intently at her face, chest and delicate fingers as she manipulated him. It didn't take long for Sarah's "washing" to cause his penis to become semi-erect. He noticed her growing discomfort at his state, and muttered, "I'm sorry, I can't help it."

Sarah didn't reply. She couldn't help but notice the length and girth of his penis, which had appeared to have grown to at least 10 inches. Unwanted images from her New Years deflowering filled her mind, and she found herself comparing the large cock in front of her to the two she'd taken inside her virgin body a couple of weeks before. Her patient was already as long and thick as "James" had been, and it seemed he might rival her second partner before he was through growing. Looking up she saw the veins pulsing in his penis and felt herself become a little aroused herself. She tried to gently move the erect penis down but it was so hard it wouldn't move.

As her rubbing and massaging continued, Steve became more and more aroused. As he became harder and the length of his cock increased, she was forced to lean back and stand straighter. His swollen cock became harder, stiffer and erect until he was fully engorged.

Her face was now inches away from his large pulsing cock. Embarrassed by the whole situation, Sarah rambled, "I can't work like this. I'm trying to help you but look, you're right in my face."

"I can't help it; you're rubbing in an awkward area, Sarah." Mr. Bryant replied. Mischievously, he suggested working quicker or maybe using both hands might speed the process and end the work sooner.

Sarah looked at him thinking, he seemed sincere and tried to put herself in his place. Yes, the material from the cast would itch and irritate, and the friction from cleaning him could cause an involuntary erection. She turned to him, and said she would continue, "Reluctantly."

"I'll do the best I can Mr. Bryant," and agreed to start using both hands.

Mr. Bryant thought to himself what a great bullshit job he had done getting this cute little nurse to agree to do this, and even doing it more-or-less willingly!

While she had paused, his cock had become semi-erect. He folded his arms behind his head, enjoying the fact that he no longer needed to hide his enjoyment. He began to anticipate where this might be going, and a slight grin grew on his face as he looked down watching Sarah intently work on his cock.

She was leaning so far over the bed her breast touched his leg and stomach. She started to rub his groin more thoroughly as she noticed flecks of plaster everywhere. With two soapy hands caressing his shaft and balls, he became more and more erect. She continued rubbing, and manipulating him to try to make sure he was clean. With all this attention, it didn't take long for him to again become fully erect. His penis was being stretched the limits of its length. He ached from pleasure, and tried not to make any noises but it proved almost impossible.

Sarah looked up at him when she heard a quiet grunt escape, and asked, "Are you OK?"

Steve answered with a barely audible, "Yes."

The pain in her back was beginning to make it hard for her to continue to work. No matter where she moved, having to bend over so far made it impossible to continue to work the way she was. Reluctantly, she realized there was only one real option. Sarah mumbled with embarrassment, "I'm going to have to get on the bed; my back is killing me from leaning over." She climbed onto the bed facing him and knelt next to him. "If I'm touching your legs too much, tell me, okay?"

She took her shoes and socks off and adjusted herself to be comfortable. She felt light against him, and in spite of the baggy uniform top, he could tell that she had great curves. Sarah faced Mr. Bryant and looked up and down his body.

Looking at her face and her buxom chest as it filled her top was making him horny as hell.

"I'm going to start again now, okay?"

He said "Fine." as he got comfortable, bringing his arm above his head and grinning.

Sarah took hold of his penis and began to pull and rub it. He had grown softer but as she worked he gradually hardened again. She gained a rhythm, bouncing as she stroked.

He said, "There you go, you're working it perfectly"

Occasionally, their eyes would meet. Her faced looked awkward, while he had a grin and an expression of pleasure. "Oh, ahhh," he groaned.

She kept stroking and stroking, faster and faster.

They both jumped as the rubber band holding her ponytail unexpectedly snapped, and her hair, wet with perspiration, fell down over her face and shoulders, covering his stomach and groin and her hands as she worked his cock. He heard her grunt softly. Then again, "uhh, uhh." Her legs contracted around his waist.

"Sarah, ooh, Sarah."

"Please, Mr. Bryant." She took one hand off his cock to brush her hair back over her head.

"You're doing great," he moaned. She tried to ignore him. Her thumbs moved to tip his cock now, where she had found a lump of plaster lodged. He thought he heard another soft grunt. He fixed his eyes on her face as she moved over his body. He had measured his cock once back in college, and knew it was around 10 inches, but he swore she was stretching him to at least 11.

"Sarah, oooh, Sarah," he groaned. She leaned back and straightened a little bit, her head tilted back. She leaned back a little more and rubbed her throat with one hand, her eyes closed. "Sarah, ahhh," he groaned. She said nothing, but her face was beginning to turn red from the exertion and embarrassment.

She leaned back to stretch again. He could see the outline of her lovely chest, throat and moist lips. He looked into her blue eyes and moaned. His cock was moist from sweat, allowing her to stroke faster. He raised his hand and traced a path along her side, but she didn't seem to notice. Emboldened, he cupped her breast and twisted her nipple through the barriers of top and bra; this time she gave a short high pitch grunt.

Ignoring the liberties her patient was taking with her body as best she could, Sarah told him, "You're just about clean. I'm almost done." He gently squeezed the breast cupped in his hand. It felt very soft and inviting. This time, Sarah slowly brushed his hand away. He felt a twitch, a stirring. His balls tightened.

"So am I," he said. "Why don't you face the other way, maybe it will go faster."

Sarah considered his idea, and finally agreed when it occurred to her that then he wouldn't be able to reach her breasts if she was facing away. As she shifted positions, now sitting facing his feet, she gripped his rock hard pole and began to "clean" it again. She leaned forward and used her thumbs to rub around the base of his cock to remove the remaining residue.

"Sarah, my God, oh Sarah," he groaned louder. "I'm almost ready!"

"Y... you mean, you are going to, um, well, um," she stuttered as she realized what he meant.

"Yes, um, I am," he replied in a strained tone of voice.

She desperately looked for some tissue, a towel, anything to capture his cum, but couldn't reach the bed stand.

"Ooh," Mr. Bryant groaned.

"Oh no," Sarah cried. "Hold on, Mr. Bryant, wait. I need some tissue or something."

"I can't, I'm going to blow. Damn it; use your mouth if you can't find anything else!" He could feel his load rising and knew it his orgasm was going to be a big one.

She was desperate, not knowing what to do. Thoughts raced through her head.

"Almost," he cried.

Flustered by the situation she found herself in, without really realizing she was doing it, Sarah continued to stroke him and squeeze. She brushed her long hair back away from her face and over her shoulders.

Then breathlessly he groaned, "Oh shit, here it comes!

Panicked, Sarah's New Years experiences took over and without thinking; she lowered her head and put her mouth around his cock. Her head bobbed up and down, making soft slurping sounds as he bucked against her face. She continued to stroke his shaft with one hand.

Mr. Bryant wasn't quite as close to blowing his load as he had let on, but he couldn't believe she had put her mouth around his cock. He thought convincing her to give him a hand job was amazing, but he hadn't honestly expected her to agree to a blowjob when he suggested it. He bucked his cock faster and faster into her soft, warm mouth. Taking full advantage of the situation, he slid his hands beneath her white skirt, and before she could react, he had slipped her panties to her knees, slid his left hand between her thighs, and inserted a finger into her tight cunt. He was amazed to discover that her snatch was shaved smooth and bare. "Mmm, Sarah. Do you know how hot it is when a woman shaves her pussy like this? Very sweet!"