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Kira's hand trembled slightly as she reached out and gently lifted Mike's cock. It was heavy in her palm, warm, and she felt it twitch at her touch.
"Does this hurt?" she asked, trying to maintain clinical detachment.
"No," Mike breathed. "That feels... better. Please don't stop."
Sam moved closer. "I think you need to check more thoroughly, Nurse. Make sure everything's... functioning properly."
Kira's medical training told her this was nonsense. But her hand was already moving, stroking gently along the shaft, and she watched in fascination as Mike's cock began to grow.
And grow.
And grow.
Ten inches. Eleven. Twelve. It kept expanding in her hand until it reached a full fifteen inches, thick as her wrist, the head dark and glistening.
"Jesus," Kira whispered.
"Is he okay?" Sam asked, his voice rough. "Is everything functioning?"
"It appears to be," Kira managed, unable to stop stroking. "This is... quite remarkable."
"I think he'd recover faster if he had more stimulation," Sam suggested. "Visual stimulation. Maybe if he could see your breasts, Nurse? Studies show that can help with male vitality."
This was complete bullshit. Kira knew it was bullshit.
But Mike was making soft sounds of pleasure under her stroking hand, and she found herself asking, "Are you sure about that?"
"Yes, please, Nurse," Sam said. "Please, just help my brother."
Before Kira could protest, Sam was behind her, his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her uniform jacket off. Then her hands were on the buttons of her scrub top, and somehow....she couldn't quite remember deciding to do it....she was pulling it off, revealing her white lace bra.
Mike's eyes widened, his cock jumping in her hand. "Beautiful," he breathed.
"The bra too," Sam suggested quietly. "Full stimulation is most effective."
Kira unhooked her bra with shaking hands, letting it fall away. Her breasts....full, with pink nipples already hard from arousal....were exposed to both men's hungry gazes.
"Better?" she asked Mike, her voice husky.
"Much better," he said, though his voice sounded stronger now. Less weak. "But I think... Nurse, I think I'd recover faster if I could... touch them. Suck them. Please?"
"Will that make you feel better, Mike?" Kira asked, already knowing this had crossed every professional line.
"Yes, please, Nurse."
Sam moved quickly. "Let me help you position yourself for optimal treatment, Nurse. I need to lift you up on him. Hope you don't mind?"
"Not at all," Kira heard herself say. "Anything that will make my patient better faster."
Sam lifted her easily....she was small, barely five-foot-three.....and positioned her straddling Mike's hips. Mike was still lying down, his massive cock pressing against her scrub-covered ass, and Sam tilted her forward so her breasts hung above Mike's face.
"Feed him," Sam instructed. "Let him suck. It's therapeutic."
Mike's mouth latched onto her nipple immediately, and Kira gasped. He sucked like his survival depended on it....hard, demanding, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. His hands came up to grip her hips, holding her in place as he moved to her other breast.
"Oh God," Kira moaned, unable to stop the sounds escaping her throat.
She was so wet. So turned on. Her panties were soaked, and Mike had to feel it where she was pressed against him.
Mike released her nipple with a wet pop and looked up at her with those blue eyes....not weak anymore, but dark with hunger.
"Please, Nurse Kira," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Can I... can I put my dick at the entrance of your pussy? Just the tip. I promise I won't go in. Please. I need it."
"Yes, Nurse, please help him," Sam encouraged from beside them.
Kira looked down at Mike's pleading face. She should stop this. Should leave. Should.....
"I guess that's okay," she whispered. "As long as it will make you better faster."
"Thank you, Nurse Kira," Mike said, and his hands moved to her scrubs.
He yanked them down roughly.....nothing weak about his movements now.....along with her soaked panties. Then one hand lifted her ass up while the other gripped his massive cock, positioning it at her entrance.
Kira felt the head pressing against her....hot, thick, stretching her just from the contact....and then Mike was back to sucking her breasts, his hips making small movements, working that thick head against her opening.
She was so wet, so aroused, so far past professional that she couldn't even see the line anymore. And Mike was working himself inside her....half an inch at a time, so gradually she barely noticed until several inches had disappeared inside her.
"Oh," Kira gasped, realizing what was happening. "Mike, you said just the tip....."
"Please, Nurse," he interrupted, still moving slowly. "Can I go in a little? Just a little more? Please?"
Kira was lost. Lost in sensation, lost in pleasure, lost in the feeling of being stretched by the biggest cock she'd ever encountered.
"Yes," she breathed. "Do anything that will make you feel better."
That was all Mike needed.
He slammed his hips up, driving all fifteen inches inside her in one brutal thrust.
Kira screamed.
Whatever weakness Mike had been displaying vanished instantly. His hands clamped down on Kira's ass with bruising force, and he started pounding up into her with animalistic intensity.
"Oh God! Oh fuck! Mike!" Kira screamed, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he destroyed her.
"That's it," Mike growled, his voice strong and commanding. "Take that cock, Nurse. Take every fucking inch."
He wasn't sick. Had never been sick. This had been a setup, and Kira had walked right into it. But she couldn't even be angry because the pleasure was overwhelming, devastating, better than anything she'd ever experienced.
"You like that?" Mike demanded, never stopping his brutal thrusts. "Like getting fucked by your patient?"
"Yes!" Kira sobbed. "God, yes!"
Sam moved into her line of sight, completely naked now, his own impressive fourteen-inch cock in his hand. "Do you mind if I join my brother, Nurse Kira?"
Kira was too far gone to protest. "Yes! Yes, you can join!"
Mike pulled out of her, and Kira whimpered at the loss. But then strong hands were positioning her on all fours on the bed, and Mike was behind her, and.....
He slammed back inside from behind, and Kira's scream echoed off the walls.
This angle was deeper. Impossibly deeper. Mike pounded into her with brutal force, each thrust driving her forward, and then Sam was in front of her, his cock at her lips.
"Open up, Nurse," Sam commanded.
Kira opened her mouth, and Sam pushed inside. Not gently.....he fucked her face with the same intensity Mike was using on her pussy, and Kira was helpless between them, taking both massive cocks, reduced to nothing but holes for their pleasure.
They used her like that for what felt like hours.....switching positions, taking turns in her pussy, sometimes both in her mouth, always brutal, always overwhelming.
"Time for your real treatment," Mike said finally, pulling out and lying on the bed. "Sam, help me position the nurse."
Sam lifted Kira easily and positioned her over Mike's cock, lowering her down until she was impaled on that fifteen-inch monster.
"Now," Sam said, moving behind her, "let's see if you can handle both of us, Nurse."
Kira's eyes widened as she felt Sam's cock pressing against her ass. "Wait, I've never....."
"First time for everything," Sam said, and pushed inside.
The stretch was unbearable. Overwhelming. Kira screamed as both massive cocks filled her, separated only by a thin wall of tissue.
"Holy fuck," Mike groaned. "So tight. Feel so good squeezing both our cocks."
They started to move...brutal, synchronized thrusts that had Kira screaming continuously. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only feel as they destroyed her.
"Such a good nurse," Sam grunted, pounding her ass mercilessly. "Taking both of us. Such a perfect little slut."
Kira came.....harder than she'd ever come in her life....her body convulsing between them, and both brothers groaned at the sensation.
"Switch," Mike said, and they pulled out.
They rearranged her.....Mike taking her ass this time while Sam filled her pussy.....and the new configuration sent entirely different sensations through Kira's overwhelmed body.
They fucked her in every possible configuration. Both in her pussy at once.....the stretch obscene, impossible, but somehow her body accommodated them. One in her ass while she sucked the other. Switching between holes so fast she lost track of who was where.
"Please," Kira finally sobbed after her fifth orgasm. "I can't take any more....."
"Yes, you can," Mike said, flipping her onto her back and driving into her pussy with renewed vigor. "You're going to take everything we give you, Nurse."
Sam positioned himself at her mouth, and she opened automatically, taking him down her throat while Mike destroyed her pussy.
"Going to fill you," Mike warned. "Going to pump you full of cum."
"Do it," Kira gasped when Sam pulled out. "Fill me. Both of you."
Mike came first—buried deep in her pussy, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Then Sam, pushing Mike aside and slamming into her pussy, adding his cum to his brother's.
When they finally pulled away, Kira lay boneless on the bed, cum leaking from both holes, her body covered in sweat and various fluids, completely wrecked.
"Best house call ever," Sam said with a grin.
Mike leaned over her, brushing hair from her face. "You're an excellent nurse, Kira. Very thorough."
Kira should have been angry. Should have reported them. Should have done a lot of things.
Instead, she found herself asking, "Same time next week? I should probably do a follow-up examination."
Both brothers grinned.
"Absolutely," Mike said. "We'll call with another emergency."
As Kira left an hour later.....walking carefully, her uniform wrinkled, cum still leaking into her panties....she knew she should feel ashamed.
But all she felt was satisfied.
And eager for the next "emergency."
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