Nursing A Drink

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

Scott concentrated, much as it hurt to try to draw himself any amount out of the haze of painkillers. “I think… we were at that party… maybe? I don’t know… I didn’t forget our anniversary, did I?”

Kamala Khan smiled reassuringly at him. How to tell him that his head injury had, however temporally, wiped out years, even decades of memory—knocking him back to his memories of his younger self dating her? Which, ironically enough, for her was only days ago. It was like somehow the teenage Scott she had known had simply swapped out his body for that of an adult. 

She could only hope that made it easier to nurse him back to health. Not only did he have the head wound to recover from, but both his legs had been broken in the same fight. It was a stroke of bad luck so unfortunate that Kamala was determined to make it up to him—this man with the mind of the boy she’d loved.

“Well, let’s focus on the here and now. Are you ready for me to wash you?” 

He arched his eyebrows. “Wash me?”

“Well, you can’t take a shower or bathe yourself. Surely you’re starting to feel a little grimy.”

Scott turned his head enough to sniff at his armpits, then gagged. “Yeah, I see what you mean. But are you sure you want to--”

“Want to what?” Kamala asked him, arching her own eyebrows. “I am your girlfriend. Is there someone more… familiar with the subject at hand?”

“I mean, are you sure you’re experienced enough?”

Kamala grinned as she pulled his covers off him. “It’s not rocket science. Rockets go off, after all. You’re not going to go off, are you?”

She unbuttoned his gown and slipped it off him, it being a special model that could be undone in several directions. His naked body didn’t raise the first flicker of embarrassment in her, but Scott seemed to feel a little awkward. He had no reason to, of course. He’d been handsome as a young man, but with some gray in his hair, he was a different story entirely. His muscles were broad, hard and bulging—Kamala couldn’t wait to feel them.

“Does this bother you?” she asked.

“No, no… I’ve just never had a woman offering to give me a bath before.”

Kamala laid a towel down over his crotch, smiling graciously at him. Even his limp member made a strong impression through the cloth. “With an appendage like that, I’d think you could get all kinds of offers. That you could get a woman to do anything for you.”

Scott just watched as she soaped his thighs above the plaster casts, having brought in a bucket of soapy water and a sponge with her. Sitting beside him as he laid in place, she dipped the sponge in, wrung it out, and soaped further up his leg.

“Maybe it’s that you feel vulnerable, having a woman doing something for you that you can’t,” Kamala cooed. “Maybe it makes you feel like a little kid. Like you’ve never fucked a woman and instead you’re just a lowly virgin again. Inexperienced. Nervy. Practically at a woman’s mercy.”

“Maybe it’s the concussion, but you might be projecting just a little bit.”

Scott’s expression smoldered on his face. Looking at him, Kamala knew that in a minute she was going to lift that towel and wash his manhood. The idea both frightened her and intrigued her. If Scott could just bear to look at her, he’d see how stiff her nipples were, maybe even see from her face how her pussy felt like it was about to overflow with her juices. 

She continued to wash his body diligently, soaping and rinsing his chest, shoulders, and flat stomach. Then there was nothing to do but to lift the towel out of the way. Scott blushed as soon as she touched it.

“You really don’t have to wash that,” Scott said. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Yes, it will, if it’s properly bathed. You wouldn’t want to get an infection there. And after all, it smelled so nice before. I loved having that musk on my hand after our date at the movie theater. It was hours before I washed my hands. And the taste! I thought about it all day. But now it’s just getting rank. That’s all there is to it. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I am your nurse, after all.”

Scott muttered something and rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. Kamala lifted the towel off, exposing her patient’s manhood. It was twitching with desire, aroused by her little spiel. Kamala felt her sex clench with lust. What would it feel like to have her pussy clenching on that, on him, instead of just empty air?

She wondered if finding out would be more fun than teasing him.

Kamala rubbed the sponge all around his weighty prick, never taking her eyes off the way it began to swell—warily, as if not trusting her, but with definite intent. 

The sponge sloshed back into the bucket, dribbled as she wrung it out, then she sponged his balls. The cockhead emerged from its fleshy covering, its slight musk intruding over the soapy smell that clung to the rest of his body, and Kamala found herself smiling.

“Do you think pricks get dirty?” she asked Scott. “Going into a woman, I mean? Or does that wash them off… so to speak? Maybe men should clean off their dirty cocks before putting them into a nice, clean woman. Even if our cunts do clean them off. It’d be a show of respect, don’t you think? Giving a woman a big cock and it’s all fresh and clean…”

Hearing her talk, Scott’s cock stiffened. His face, though, contorted in mortification. He was as embarrassed that there was no stopping his erection from swelling as Kamala was enthused by it. In seconds, his cock was hard and throbbing, towering up obscenely over his stomach.

“Wow! Scott!” Kamala cooed, suppressing a nervous giggle. “How can I get you to be this forward on our next date?”

“I’m really sorry,” Scott said, blushing as red as his ruby-quartz glasses. “I didn’t mean to—I’m so damn embarrassed…”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed of,” Kamala told him, pushing the sponge against his engorged balls. “Honestly, a girl should know her boyfriend is this well-endowed. It gives her ideas—ideas said boyfriend would probably like very much.”

Kamala moved the sponge up and down Scott’s cock, which responded by throbbing harder than ever. Its entire erect length twitched and jerked, demanding Kamala’s attention. She could feel herself losing control, but she didn’t know if that truly counted when she didn’t even want to be in control in the first place. It was ironic that Scott—the most controlled, centered man she’d ever known—was now probably desperate for her not to resist her urges.

“God, Scott, you really are so hard!” Kamala chuckled. “I guess you’ve forgotten all the ‘relief’ I’ve given you too…”

“It wouldn’t make any difference,” Scott said miserably. “I’m hard almost all the time anyway.”

“I’ll bet. That’s the good thing about teenage boys. But it’s not healthy to lie around with that thing on a hair trigger. You need a release. And since I’m supposed to be taking care of you…”

She dropped the sponge into the bucket and wrapped her hand around his prick. Scott gasped, eyes wide as he watched her expertly massage his erection. Her hand pumped furiously up and down his rock-hard manhood.

“Jesus, Kamala!” he groaned. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Being a good girlfriend,” she cooed. She jacked him off faster and faster, smiling as precum glugged from the tip of his prick, smearing on her hand. “I think you need this a lot more than a bath. Just relax and enjoy yourself. And please tell me you haven’t forgotten this.”

Jerking him off with her right hand, Kamala opened the buttons on her blouse with her left, exposing her fine, pert breasts. She didn’t wear a bra—her creamy, coffee-colored skin was entirely exposed to Scott’s eyes. Kamala wiggled her shoulders—she’d already used her powers to make her breasts firm, full C-cups, which was as big as she dared go with her slender frame. Now they quivered ripely, her gumdrop nipples leading the charge.

His cock started jerking madly in her stroking hand, straining so hard that Kamala worried he would immediately shoot his load.

“Oh fuck, Kamala! Fuck!”

“Geez, Scott. I’m glad I can stretch,” Kamala said thankfully. “I take it you like my tits, huh? It’s too bad you can’t remember the time I gave myself Double Ds—and gave you a titfuck.”

Shock and lust competed on Scott’s stricken face. Kamala was sure lust would win out. He wasn’t about to deny her anything she wanted from him.

Pushing her hand to the base of his prick, Kamala lowered her head and ran her tongue over his glans. She wantonly pushed her tongue against the tip of his cockhead, licking up the salty precum that promised more, so much more, from his swollen balls.

“Oh shit, Kamala…” Scott groaned huskily.

“Keep talking, Scott. I’m listening. I just might not say anything back for a while.” Then Kamala opened her mouth wide and took almost a third of Scott’s huge erection into her mouth. She contentedly gurgled around his cock with it throbbing inside her.

Scott moaned with pleasure, not even thinking of stopping her. Kamala whimpered with the taste of his precum, now flowing generously from his knob as she pursued her lips in a tight circle around his blue-veined shaft. With her cheeks drawn in, she eagerly sucked, while rolling her tongue all over the crown of Scott’s prick.

“Ahhh, goddamn!” Unable to move the rest of his body, Scott bashed his head deliriously against his pillows. “You’re so fucking good at this, Kamala… oh shit, it feels amazing! Suck me, Kamala! Suck my cock!”

Kamala’s pussy clenched wetly as she did just that, her head bobbing up and down to the point of bouncing on his erection. She lasciviously fucked her own face with Scott’s magnificent cock. Her cheeks caved in and billowed out, sucking in the precum and gulping it down like honey. She sacrificed her own breathing to give Scott all the suctioning pressure his prick could take.

Scott winced, his cock painfully hard inside the buttery warmth of Kamala’s mouth, her throat. Kamala tightened her small hand around the base of his shaft. She urgently stroked it while she sucked at the top of his length, as if her mouth and fist were competing to see how much of his steely erection each could pleasure.

“Gonna come!” Scott gasped. Lost in a narcotic haze further clouded by the sheer bliss of Kamala’s mouth, he still managed to lift a hand and put it on top of Kamala’s pitching head. He wrapped his fingers in her glossy hair, his only thought to keep her sucking and pumping his erection. “Shit, you’re the best cocksucker ever! You blow me so good—keep sucking me, Kamala! You’ve gotta make me come!”

That was Kamala’s only thought as well, filling the room with smacking and slurping as she desperately went down on him. The harder she sucked him, the more his cock pulsed. His swollen hardness told her that she wouldn’t have to keep up this fever pitch much longer. His balls were about to give her everything they had.

Drool coated Kamala’s chin as she took her mouth momentarily away from his cockhead, looking at Scott with eyes that had only sex in them. Scott pulled at her hair, trying to get her back down on his prick, but he was weak as a kitten, only able to wait for her to resume the blowjob. 

“Come for me, Scott. I need it, baby—need to drink your cum—I’m gonna keep sucking you until you shoot your load right down my fucking throat!”

She opened her mouth as wide as humanly possible—trying with all her restraint not to use her powers and so break the mood—then dropped her head down to cram fully half his enormous cock into her throat. She gurgled and slurped as she fed his erection into her own gullet, her cheeks flushing crimson with how hard she was sucking on Scott’s manhood.

“Ghhh, Kamala!” Scott groaned. He pulled at her hair with what little strength he had, softly keening as his cum pulsed in his balls, ready to be released. “Suck it, Kamala, suck harder, nnnh, YESSS!”

His cock pumped into Kamala’s lips, blasting the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat with a punishing amount of thick, creamy seed. Kamala sighed wantonly in satisfaction, her first taste filling her senses. Then her diligent sucking was rewarded with taste after taste of Scott’s cum, overwhelming her, totally stuffing her mouth and throat full.

She lost herself in that taste, thinking of nothing more than swallowing what he offered her, gushing into her mouth again and again. Until, finally, though Scott’s cock still throbbed, there was nothing more to be drained from his balls. 

Kamala pulled herself off his member to fully gasp in air and then saw, to her delight, that Scott’s erection hadn’t diminished at all. He was still hard as iron.

“Sorry,” Scott muttered. “That was really great, but, I guess this is just how it is for teenage boys. You have to jack off two, three times if you want it to go down.”

Kamala licked her lips. It was true what they said, apparently. Age was just a number.