A young doctor walked slowly along the central corridor of a regional hospital. Korochkov Victor Stepanovich. His mood was the best, tomorrow he had to leave this hole and take a vacant place in a private clinic. And there and close to their practice.

Passing by the reception room, he noticed orderlies bringing in a stretcher. A woman lay on a stretcher.

“Who is she,” he asked the passing nurse.

- Some kind of motorist. Road accident, - answered that, going further.

“Victor, may I have a moment for you,” came the voice of Alexander Sergeevich, the head physician of the hospital.

“I am listening to you, Alexander Sergeevich,” Korochkov said, moving closer.

“This is a new arrival,” said the head doctor, pointing to a stretcher.

- You have the last shift with us, you look after her, and tomorrow I will give her to another doctor. Her condition is moderate and stable, we will put plaster in and give her peretoksin, I think she will not give you any problems. Until the night you do not touch her, let him rest.

- What are we talking about, Alexander Sergeevich, we'll do everything ...

After an evening round, Korochkov walked into the ward to the very victim.

It was a young woman, about thirty-three, blonde. The head was intact, light straight hair, smooth features. Duty lighting was on in the ward, so the doctor saw everything relatively well. Both legs and arm were plastered. Korochkov read this on a tablet that hung on the wall at the head of the hospital bed, on which the patient lay under a blanket. Her eyes were closed, under the influence of drugs, the blonde was fast asleep. The chest under the blanket slightly fell and rose. Looking closely at the face of the woman, Victor recoiled back in surprise and swallowed convulsively. Thinking about something painfully, I went to the door and left the chamber.

Having come to his residency room, the young doctor sat down on the sofa and closed his eyes. Thought he returned eight years ago ...

At the very beginning of the school year, a new history teacher, Vera Sergeyevna, came to the position of the class teacher, in their 11th “B” class. Just a young girl, just from the teacher's college. Needless to say that all the boys in the class, including Victor, immediately fell in love with a young teacher. All healthy foreheads, some of them are almost eighteen, and Vitka even a little over. He went to school a bit later than the others - he was sick for a long time.

And how many disputes, and even fights, were caused by someone who would give way to her today when leaving the classroom, or even some sign of attention. Victor did not argue and did not fight, he was not such a man, he just knew that Vera Sergeyevna would definitely be him.

Once Victor was on duty on a class. Restoring order, he sneaked a quick glance at the historian, she sat at his desk and filled out a magazine.

“I'll be right back and close the classroom, finish it,” she said, setting the magazine aside.

Victor quickly moped.

As soon as she left the classroom, he cautiously crept to the door and listened. At school, almost no one was there and the sound of her heels resounded deafly down the corridor. Carefully opening the door, the schoolboy looked out ...

Opening his eyes, Dr. Korochkov lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply ...

Vitya saw the teacher enter the female toilet. He decided. He left the classroom, walked carefully along the corridor, and, looking around, entered the door with a triangle-shaped badge.

He entered as quietly as possible and stopped near the sinks. Ahead was a doorway without a door that led directly to the toilet booths. The guy came a little closer and listened. From one of the stalls there was a clear rustle of clothing. Victor's member somehow sweetly tensed and stirred. Imagination painted him pictures, one more beautiful than the other. There was a sound of a lowering harnesse, then a faint creak.Korochkov went up to the sink, pulled the penis out of the unbuttoned fly, already very solid, took it in the palm of the hand and closed his eyes.

From the booth, a faint whistle was heard, the whistle was amplified, now the sound of pouring fluid was added to it ... the small man frantically pulled his phallus ...

No, of course he had already seen something on the screen of his computer before, and even saw on one very tricky site how girls do their own things in the toilet, but in order to really get closer to all this, you know, it was first.

The whistle and the murmur stopped. There was a rustle of paper and a grinding sound. At the sound of draining water, Victor, suddenly, sprayed the lower part of the mirror with a pale-white liquid.

He didn’t hear or see anything else, flew headlong back to the classroom.

Having handed over the order to the teacher, Korochkov went outside and noticed a spot on his pants. Whether she saw the stain or not, Victor never knew.

Until the end of the school year, Vitya now masturbated only on an imaginary image of Vera Sergeyevna.

And now, eight years later, she was lying on a hospital bed, here, accessible and helpless.

* * *

Entering the ward, he carefully examined her face. The years, of course, took their toll, but before him she lay, his favorite story. The doctor lifted the blanket - so it is, the hand in the cast. Raised the bottom corner of the blanket - his legs are also plastered. Due to the plaster on her legs, there were no hospital pants on her, but her thigh was covered by a wide bandage. On the body was a hospital shirt, the right sleeve of which was rolled up to the shoulder. Vera Sergeyevna turned her head slightly, Victor scaredly let go of the blanket ...

He stood on the stairs and nervously smoked. And he decided. A second time.

Taking on the dispensing vial with peretoksinom and a new syringe, the "doctor" returned to the ward. Wanting to be safe, introduced a new portion of the drug. Then he carefully removed the blanket from the woman and hung it on the headboard. Having admired it a little, just in case I locked the door of the chamber from the inside with a key.

Returning to the bed, slowly took off his pants, panties and white bathrobe. He knelt, lowered his face to the very belly of the woman and sniffed. It smelled like a hospital and medicines, but when he removed these rags from her, that's when ... Korochkov shuddered with lust. His member recalled his presence.

Acquaintance with Vera Sergeyevna, he decided to start from the top. Korochkov knew that to wake up a woman now is possible only, for example, having oiled her much over her cheeks, but he still did not want to risk it. Carefully he took the bottom edge of his shirt and gently pulled to the head. His stomach was bare, a little more - a part of his chest appeared. Very carefully he took the woman by the armpits, hugged and lifted. From closer contact, its member declared full readiness. Holding her under her back, the man rolled up the hospital shirt to the neck and, as carefully as possible, placed Vera in the original position. In the dim light of her chest looked like craters on the moon, the same contrast and bulk. With bated breath, Victor examined the chest of a woman. Eight years ago, he would have given a lot for this spectacle. Even for thishe mentally corrected. And the most interesting is still ahead, or below.

Having calmed down a little, he ran his hand over her stomach, reached the thigh bandage. He ran his fingers under the edge of the fabric, felt the hairy, slightly harsh hair.

No longer able to restrain himself, took his penis in his hand, unbent, not without pain, him down, he put his right teacher to the right breast. The head of the member touched the skin - a young man made several sharp movements with his hand - and a jet of sperm, like a bullet, flew out of his "trunk", having curled over the woman's chest and splashing the floor behind the bed. The man was moaning from pleasure, eyes closed. For a long time with the head of a half-fallen cock, he drew unimaginable patterns on the woman's chest ...

Having completely discharged, loosened the tie knot, walked away and sat in a chair opposite the bed, stretched his legs, remembered ...

His first, really, girl appeared to Victor in the first year of medical school. He chose her in the image and likeness of Vera Sergeyevna. The same height, build, hair color and even hairstyle similar.

When it happened to them - he was still a virgin. The girl was tactful, she knew about this fact, Victor himself told her about it shortly after their acquaintance, and she did not embarrass her in words or deeds, did not hurt him either before or after.

But he, I must say, for the first time he performed decently, did not lose his face, many guys could envy him, but ... But it was not she, not Vera, but he needed only her. He wanted to be with her, well, or at least with her to lose her virginity ...

Returning to reality, Korochkov suddenly felt a new, hitherto unconscious wave of excitement. Jumping to the bed, he knelt and lowered his face to the belly of the woman. Now he felt already her smell, not medication. Without losing time, he began to slowly bandage her hips. When the first pubic hairs appeared, Victor felt an inexplicable thrill. After all, it is her hair and that is there, eight years ago he would have died from such a spectacle.

Gypsum messed up, Victor stopped pulling, broke ribbons and unrolled the fabric, looking forward to seeing something truly unimaginable under it.

A man far from Victor’s situation would see just the female sexual organ; slightly protruding labia, brown, curly pubic hair, in principle, nothing special, but not him. He saw the greatest miracle in the world. His heart pounded, sweat broke out on his forehead. He admitted that eight years ago the “miracle” might have looked a little different, but it still belonged to her. His member told him that he would soon be ready for battle again. Unable to restrain himself anymore, the unfortunate doctor slightly spread the legs of the woman to the side, each separately, taking both hands slightly above and below the knee, and pressed his lips to her crotch.

Outside the window began to grow light.

Having completely lost his mind, he, like a madman, kissed, licked and kissed the woman's labia again, spread them out with his fingers, penetrated the tongue between them, again kissed, feeling the specific aroma of her gut.

He did not understand how he found himself above her, miraculously putting his legs and arms along the edges of the bed. He hung over her like a spider above a fly, swaying from side to side with his cock. Bent limbs - as far as possible, close to the woman. Having taken a slightly more comfortable position, he sat on his knees and hips, which were spread apart, practically on the hips of the woman, leaned on the bow at the head of the bed, leaned forward ...

As in a dream, the doctor entered and entered the Faith, not noticing anything around him. Her body fluttered to the beat of his movements, her breasts danced a promiscuous dance. Droplets of his sweat fell on her stomach, chest. The man tried to suppress the cry, biting his lips until blood, moaning, working his hips ... Increasing the pace more and more ...

The woman moaned faintly, but not from pleasure, rather, from the pain in her body, her eyes under her closed eyelids moved erratically ...

* * *

Outside the windows has long dawned. Victor lay on Vera, he slept and saw in a dream how they live together, they have a wonderful couple, he loves her madly and she reciprocates his love. Every day he enjoys her desired body, he loves her and adores her, he ...

He sleeps and does not hear excited voices outside the chamber door, foot stomping and Alexander Sergeevich’s loud voice ...

- Bring me a spare key from my office!