Doctor! Doctor!

The Doctor comes to see what all the noise is about… A sequel to ‘Nurse! Nurse!’

{This post is very definitely NSFW; it is also entirely unsuitable material if you’re underage in your locality; only read on if you’re an adult and you like explicitly sexy stories.}

[Potential trigger warnings: hospital fantasy, medical procedures, drug-induced euphoria and hallucinations, dubiously consensual MFF sexual intercourse. All ‘participants’ are adult, imaginary, and entirely fictional - any resemblance to a real person is sheer coincidence.

Beginning where we left off last time (here is a link to the first part, ‘Nurse! Nurse!’)…

Despite cumming again, my cock remained rock hard, and she carried on rocking herself on it, moaning. Another, even noisier, cum howled out of her.

At this moment I was muzzily aware of ‘noises off’ and of the door opening and closing. I dragged my gaze away from the gyrating body above me, and found myself looking into the big blue eyes of Dr Ivinson.

Nurse! Nurse!

And now, the continuation:

Nurse Fiona shuddered to a halt atop me as her orgasm faded; she opened her eyes and turned her gaze upon Dr Ivinson; a look of horror appearing on her face. I summoned up what remained of my consciousness and tried to concentrate.

“You two sounded to be having a lot of fun; so much so that I was afraid you might wake the other patients; fortunately, so far you haven’t - but you do need to keep the noise down! Nurse Jeanette is sitting in the nurses’ station with a face like thunder - the sounds of your passion clearly got to her - but I think she’s quietly masturbating under the desk instead of bursting in here in high dudgeon!”

“I’m sorry Doctor.” said Nurse Fiona, “I didn’t mean to be so loud! But I haven’t been fucked for ages, and I got carried away once I realised that the side effects of the meds were such that Phil’s erection really was here to stay.”

“Hasn’t it gone down yet? I’ve heard of patients getting a bit of an erection in response to this drug, but not like you’re describing. Perhaps I ought to examine the patient myself.”

“Yes Doctor.” said Nurse Fiona respectfully and, looking slightly embarrassed, climbed off me with what little dignity she could muster, and waddled across the room to get some paper towel, leaving me lying in the wet patch on the bed, my cock still rock-hard and throbbing in time with my heartbeat.

I looked at Dr Ivinson. She really was a pretty little thing. Wavy blonde hair, swept back into a loose bun with a scrunchie framed a pretty round baby-face with big blue eyes and generous lips. Stethoscope slung casually around her neck, she was wearing her white coat undone, revealing a soft and floaty summer dress, white with pastel flowers, beneath. The dress was somewhat translucent, hinting at the white bra and half-slip beneath. Pretty, but sensible, flat shoes at the end of her shapely bare legs completed the ensemble.

But those blue eyes… I hardly dared meet her gaze, lest I lose myself in their depths. She looked at me, and tutted.

“What a mess! Nurse, in a minute, I think you should clean up this mess, bathe the patient, get some clean sheets, and generally get this room looking as if it belongs in a hospital rather than an over-used whore’s boudoir. But first, I need to do this examination.”

She strutted across the room, took some blue surgical gloves out of the box and put them on; picking up the bottle of lube, she brought it back across the room and placed it on my bedside locker. I looked across at Nurse Fiona, who was using paper towel and my washbasin to clean herself up. She looked back at me, raised her eyebrows as if to say ‘whatever’ and gave me a big, suggestive, wink. Clearly she didn’t think much of Dr Ivinson’s ‘act’.

By now Dr Ivinson had taken my cock in her gloved hand, and was looking closely at it; the way she was leaning forward gave me a grandstand view into her dress, which was gaping slightly - I could see bra-clad breasts - of more or less average size, certainly compared to Nurse Fiona’s vast bazongas - they were nevertheless attractive; my cock twitched in response, making Dr Ivinson tut and colour slightly.

“We’ll have to try to do something about this - I can’t believe that it hasn’t gone down of its own accord, given how it’s been treated. We can’t possibly leave you suffering like this. I think I should see if I can cure it…”

She stood up, squirted a copious quantity of lube into the palm of her gloved hand, and rubbed it over my glans, before taking my shaft in her lubed hand and wanking it, the glove slipping squelchily up and down it. It felt so good, and sounded so rude, so that my cock seemed to become even harder, if that was even possible! I was really enjoying the ministrations of this younger woman; she was so pretty and innocent-looking that it was hard to believe she was so assiduously and seriously wanking me off.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Oh god, I’m so turned on; but my balls ache so badly, and I’m beginning to feel a bit rough again.”

“I think the drug must be beginning to wear off. I can do something about that - and hopefully deal with this pesky erection too.”

With that, she released my cock - somewhat reluctantly, it must be said - snapped off the gloves and strode purposefully out of the room.

“Now what’s she up to?” said Nurse Fiona, looking somewhat perplexed. She wandered nakedly across the room, boobs swaying enticingly, and took my rigid cock in her hand again. Bending, she took the head in her mouth, then almost spat it out and coughed.

“Yuk… That lube is truly dreadful - it tastes like old socks.”

She began to wank me gently, feeding me her huge, rubbery, nipple again, instead of going down on me. I was just settling into the rhythm of her sucking my cock and me sucking her titty when Dr Ivinson reappeared, brandishing another syringe, bigger this time, and full of a white liquid. I released Nurse Fiona’s nipple from my mouth just as she stopped wanking me and stood there, holding my throbbing cock absent-mindedly.

“I hope that isn’t what it looks like.” I said, nervously.

Nurse Fiona chuckled. “Trust you.” she said quietly, rolling her eyes.

“What?” said Dr Ivinson. “No. Oh, I see. You think it looks like a syringe full of semen. Well, that would probably kill you if I administered it intravenously. No, this is the good stuff. This will definitely stop your testicles aching, and probably sort out your erection problem too.”

“Oooo… kay…” I said, uncertainly. “Why didn’t you? … Before?”

“Ah. Yes. Well. You might call this the, er, ‘nuclear option’! It’s also rather expensive; I’d hoped that the cheaper option would do the trick.”

Nurse Fiona gave her a quizzical look. “Is that what I think it is?”

“That rather depends on what you think it is!” said Dr Ivinson, slightly tartly.

“Sorry, you’re the doctor, I’m sure you know best.” said Fiona, taking a step back, and not looking at all as though she thought Dr Ivinson knew best.

“Hang on.” I said. “Before you go pumping all that stuff into my arm, don’t I get a say?”

“Well, of course!” she said smiling. “It’s a sort of mild sedative, which has analgesic properties. It will, not to put too fine a point on it, solve all the issues - how ill the infection has been making you feel; the ache in your testicles and, I hope, this case of priapism.”

“Well, okay then, I think.”

“It might not be quite what you’re expecting;” said Nurse Fiona, “I’m pretty sure it’ll do what Dr Ivinson says, but the route to get there might not be as straightforward as she’s letting on… But that may not be a bad thing.” she tailed off, slightly lamely.

“Trust you to spill the beans! Okay, to explain more fully; this will probably turn you on even more to begin with, and maybe give you weirdly erotic hallucinations - but it will make you feel so much better, and once it wears off I guarantee that your penis will be flaccid.”

She fitted the syringe to the port on the cannula, opened the little tap and then said:

“I’d like you to count down, from ten please.”

And she began, slowly, to depress the plunger. A coolness began to steal up my arm.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six… …”

Reality seemed to fade away, being replaced by something which was superficially similar. The colours were brighter; the sound of my own slow heartbeat was loud in my ears; my cock felt as though it was…

Gargantuan!

I couldn’t be bothered to count any more; heck, I forgot my own name, or where I was, or why.

Everything seemed to have slowed down - it felt as though it was deliberate, and designed so that I experienced everything more fully. I tried to concentrate, to make everything ‘real’ again, but it was too much effort, so I surrendered to the hallucination, and embraced the feelings fully. They were incredible. Everything was so dreamy and unreal, whilst at the same time being so ‘physical’ that I couldn’t believe it was just a dream. It was becoming increasingly difficult to think at all, as I seemed to be drowning in an ocean of incredibly intense sensations.

Dr Ivinson had grasped my erection; now appearing to be so enormous that her little hands seemed to struggle to encircle it. She began, ever-so-slowly, to wank it.

I reached off the side of the bed, and placed my hand on the back of her calf, feeling her startle slightly at my touch. I began to run my hand upward, beginning at her unbelievably soft and smooth calf, then the back of her knee, which buckled momentarily, before slipping onto her curvy thigh. She snorted quietly, and shifted her weight slightly, opening a gap between her thighs, into which my hand slid. The skin here was indescribably, almost impossibly, soft; so erotic that I thought I might explode from the pleasure of touching its warm alabaster surface. My hand didn’t have far to go before it met firm, round, buttocks, clad in silky knickers. I grasped and stroked them, enjoying their firm weight and sheer roundness and the softness of the material…

But her clothing was definitely a hindrance.

I managed to slide my hand into the crack between her buttocks, feeling silky knicker material alongside silky skin - so, so, exciting, and my cock was incredibly hard, partly because of where my hand was, but also because of her slowly wanking it, with such long, languorous, sensuous, strokes - each one seemed to stretch out almost forever before the reverse began. My hand reached heaven - I could feel the heat and the dampness of her swollen pussy through the material. She shifted her feet again, to give me better access, and then I was rubbing her through her knickers, pushing the cloth into her folds. She started to moan quietly, as her hips began to roll in time with my strokes.

“Take them off!” she said, quietly. I did my best, one-handed, to ease them gradually off the rounded fullness of her arse, and then they fell with a rush, instantly forgotten as my hand slipped smoothly back between her thighs, and slid up, until it encountered hot, slippery-slimy, folds. I rubbed my finger up and down her slit, spreading her lubricant around, revelling in the soft velvety feel of her. She moaned and wiggled her hips; her tits bouncing gently in her bra as she wanked me. I couldn’t help myself, and reached out clumsily, cupped her bouncy boob, and stroked it through her dress and bra; it was so delightfully firm and jiggly. She stopped wanking me for a moment, undid a couple of buttons, and turned slightly towards me whilst resuming her ministrations…

Taking the stethoscope from where it had been looped around her neck, she wound its soft purple silicone tube tightly around the base of my cock - which made it even harder and the glans bigger and shinier until, to my eyes, it resembled a cartoon cock. Then she freed her hair from the scrunchie, and shook it out to reveal a glorious mane of blonde hair floating down below her waist. Next she shrugged off her white coat, leaving just the dreamy, floaty, dress - the flowery pattern of which I found really confusing and hard to focus on.

Her bra was really obvious inside the top of the dress - her boobs were, perhaps, bigger than I’d thought at first - though obviously nothing like Fiona’s gargantuan examples. I thought I must have been staring for ages, unaware, in my ‘not all there’ state, how inappropriate I was being. Mind you, I thought dreamily, the time for propriety was probably long past, given that her stethoscope was wrapped around my erection!

At this moment she looked at me a little coyly, and smiled.

“That’s more like it!”

She really was beautiful - or so I thought through my drug-addled haze. She grasped the shaft of my cock again, bent over it, and kissed the tip, making my stomach lurch and my hips thrust towards her. She began to wank it into her mouth, pulling the stethoscope even tighter and licking the rapidly purpling head with broad strokes of her tongue, each one making me convulse and my back arch toward her.

I could see right inside her dress now. I took my hand out from between her thighs - and with both hands opened up her dress, revealing a quite plain, but silky, bra, with a front clasp.

“You could undo it now if you wanted.” she said, quietly, looking at me with lustful eyes. I definitely wanted. I reached for the clasp, and, fumbling, failed to undo it. She tutted, and reaching inside herself, undid it, and shrugged off dress and bra together, unveiling herself completely before me as the garments slid into a pool of cloth on the floor.

“Wha… What gorgeous boobs!!” I stammered, quite overcome with emotion. And they were gorgeous, whilst being almost as different from Fiona’s as it was possible to be and yet still be breasts. They weren’t particularly large, but they were perky, and ‘torpedo-shaped’, sticking almost straight out from her chest, topped by hugely hard pink nipples and paler pink puffy areolae. I reached out and fondled them. So firm and perky - and those amazing nipples - I’d never seen anything like them in the flesh before. Overall, she was absolutely gorgeous - she could have been a glamour model. I jiggled her boobs; they seemed impossibly firm and bouncy.

She got some more lube on her gloves, and carried on slowly wanking me, while I stroked her beautifully round, firm, buttock with one hand and toyed with her breasts with the other. After a couple of minutes I felt her begin to spread lube in my arse-crack - which felt amazingly erotic, so I couldn’t help but squirm, which seemed to make it even more pleasurable. I felt increasing pressure on my anus, and then her gloved and lubed finger slipped inside, like a miniature penis.

She was gyrating her arse now, and moaning - clearly enjoying herself almost as much as I was.

“Finger-fuck my pussy… Pleeeeease!” she groaned, turning slightly to give me better access. I didn’t need to be asked twice, and I slid my hand deep into the cleft between her buttocks, and into her folds. She was so hot, and wet, and slippery, that my finger met no resistance at all. I slid one, then two, into her vagina, and began to fuck her with them, as she curled her finger deep in my arse.

She touched something deep within, my prostate perhaps, and the incredible sensation undid me completely. Huffing and puffing, squirming and straining upwards, my cock unleashed another series of spurts as she wanked me vigorously - splashing my belly, her boobs, her face, the bed. Then her pussy began to clench around my fingers, flooding my hand with her slick juices as she came, her knees buckling beneath her so she nearly fell. She plunged her mouth over the head of my cock and licked the glans, swallowing the last dribbles of cum…

“Too much! Too much! STOP” I exclaimed, convulsing to try to get her to stop touching my over-sensitive glans, and pushing her away. She stopped, gasping. We looked at each other.

She was so gorgeous; I could barely believe that this was happening… Or was it all just a fever-dream?

She pushed the shaft of my shinily-wet cock with her finger, gingerly. It moved, and immediately sprang back to its upright position.

“It doesn’t seem to be getting any softer yet, does it?” she said, licking her lips lasciviously.

I just lay there, wondering vaguely how I’d got here, and what might be going to happen next.

She looked at me, somewhat coyly, and reddened slightly. Nurse Fiona had come over to join us from wherever she’d been.

“I know what you want,” she said to her, “you want to be fucked.”

Dr Ivinson blushed deeply.

“Go on, climb aboard; I won’t tell if you won’t. And besides, this isn’t breaking your precious oath - this is treating a patient!”

Dr Ivinson climbed onto the bed and knelt astride my waist. I blinked. How could it be that this vision of loveliness was sitting astride me? She looked nervous. But then she seemed to come to a decision. She cupped her breasts in her hands, tweaking her nipples slightly.

“Do you like my breasts?” she asked, shyly, “I think they’re weird, and ugly, but you seemed to cum so fast once you had them in your hand.”

“Your breasts are gorgeous.” I said, reaching up towards them. She took her hands away and leaned forward slightly. I grasped her boobs, and jiggled them again. “I love how firm and bouncy they are, and your nipples are amazing.” A single tear rolled down her cheek.

“Do you really mean that?”

“I do! They’re amazing.”

Moving down the bed slightly to straddle my hips, her hot, swollen, shiny pussy sank down onto my bulging erection, inch by slick inch, eventually engulfing it completely. She moaned out her arousal, and began to ride me in a rising trot, more and more of her slick lube coating my increasingly shiny cock with each stroke. She grasped her jiggling torpedo tits with both hands, fingers tweaking her big nipples on top of her incredibly puffy areolae… She seemed to stretch them, so that they grew longer; she fed one nipple into my mouth, and it seemed to grow even bigger as I started to lick, and suck, and play with, her wondrous breasts. She moaned, and ground her crotch into my abdomen.

“Fuck!” she said, You’re turning me on so much. Suck my nipples harder!”

I was happy to oblige. She began to moan softly.

I gasped as I saw Nurse Fiona looming over us, her gigantic tits threatening to engulf us completely, and crush us like an avalanche. Dr Ivinson sat up, mid thrust, her tits bouncing; the nipples shiny wet from my suckling, to allow Nurse Fiona to straddle my face…

Her pussy and arse grew ever larger in my vision, its beautiful folds capturing my gaze, hypnotising me as she sank down, until I began to think that her pussy was going to swallow me whole, like someone being ‘unborn’. Her pussy met my mouth, and I began to lick and suck her delicious folds, swallowing her copious juices with their amazing sweet, sour, and salty flavour; she moaned, grinding her pussy on my face. With each stroke, I flicked her burgeoning clit with my tongue, so that it grew and grew.

All the while, Dr Ivinson was riding me towards some imaginary finish line like some demented naked jockey, her thrusts increasing inexorably in speed and power. I could feel my balls gradually drawing up, and the familiar tingling ache beginning deep in my abdomen, the pleasure gradually becoming so great it almost hurt…

Just when it was becoming unbearable, I felt both their cunts clenching; Nurse Fiona’s on my mouth, squirting copious girl cum into my mouth, threatening to drown me if I didn’t swallow fast enough; Dr Ivinson’s seeming to ripple around my cock, milking it so that it grew even bigger and harder and then exploded suddenly, flooding her with massive spurts of cum, and almost making me pass out from the sheer, unbearable intensity of the pleasure.

Nurse Fiona leaned in and kissed Dr Ivinson on the lips. Two women, kissing, above me, their boobs mashing around my hand - one firm and bouncy, the other soft and swaying. What a sight!

My cock was still hard; Dr Ivinson still grinding her pussy on me.

“My turn now!” said Nurse Fiona, “You can’t have all the fun!”

Dr Ivinson eased herself off me, and our combined juices flooded out, making my crotch even wetter and slippier; she held my cock in her hand and guided it into Nurse Fiona’s hot wetness. She began to move, up and down on my cock; at first just letting the head penetrate her then, gradually, taking more and more of me, while Dr Ivinson kissed her and fondled her massive boobs. I began to thrust against her too. I couldn’t believe I was still hard - but I was!

Then, before I knew it, Dr Ivinson had flung her leg over and was straddling my head. Looking down, she slowly lowered her wet pussy onto my mouth.

Heaven!

A fresh young cunt being rubbed against my face; my cock, rock-hard and being buried, repeatedly, in an older, softer, fleshier, cunt… The sight, smell, and especially the feel and taste were divine. Dr Ivinson’s pussy began to secrete copious quantities of cream, as she ground her pussy on my eager face. I felt compelled to lick and suck up her cream.

I wasn’t going to last long.

It seemed like no time at all before I felt the familiar tightening in my abdomen and my balls. The two women too, seemed to be homing in on the same moment of madness…

Our movements became more and more jerky and uncoordinated as we all trembled and convulsed our way through our climaxes, winding up in a panting, wet and messy, heap on the bed. We lay there, speechless, for several minutes as the aftershocks of our pleasure gradually died away in frequency and intensity. Dr Ivinson was the first to speak.

“That was sooo intense; and so good. And I think we’ve done it! The patient’s erection is subsiding, and he’s gradually slipping out of your vagina. I’m almost sorry.”

I wasn’t sorry - I was just exhausted. I drifted off into a deep sleep, still in the tangle of limbs with these two gorgeously contrasting women, dreaming of being hemmed in by a horde of huge, disembodied, breasts.