Chapter 6
Sasha knocked on the door to Mr. Jacobs room. “Hello. Knock, knock. Mr. Jacobs. It is just Melanie, one of your nurses,” Melanie said, announcing herself, as she slowly opened the door. “I’m just coming in to check on you.” There was the bed in the center of the studio unit, and there was a recliner on the far side next to a small sofa. Mr. Jacobs was laying in his recliner in the dark room with only his bedside light illuminating his paper. When she entered, he put the legs of the recliner down and sat up to see who it was.
“Is that you Bethany,” he asked? As Melanie came into the dim, warm light of the room, his gaze saddened, and Melanie felt bad.
She could see that Mr. Jacobs was in his robe and had a newspaper on his lap. He had pulled his reading glasses down on his nose to look over. “No sir,” Melanie replied, sounding sweet and sincere with her hands clasped together in front of her. “It is just me.”
He turned back to his paper. “Well, of course it is you. My wife is dead,” he grumpily muttered. “What do you want?”
Melanie swallowed the lump in her throat, preparing herself for a tough patient. “Well, I came to check on you.” She was going to turn on the lights, but she didn’t want to agitate him further. “How are you doing today? How was your breakfast? Did you get enough sleep,” she asked, as she walked over to the sofa next to him and sat down.
He was a pleasant looking man in his late seventies. He had a thick head of white hair, a white, thick mustache and white and grey chest hair that stuck out of his robe. He had a belly that suited his age and was typical of a geriatric patient. He had a thick build to him and decent muscle tone. He was probably near six foot Melanie figured and a couple hundred pounds—much larger than her. He had a serious, dismissive and closed-off affect that Melanie wanted to break down to see if he would open up to her. As she talked with him, he kept both eyes on his newspaper and didn’t say much, but he seemed to acclimate to her.
“Is that your wife in that picture,” Melanie asked? “Wow, she is gorgeous.” It was a black and white of the two of them on their wedding day. She was very young like Melanie was now with a similar petite body, yet feminine silhouette. She was a blonde with a short bob with a lighter complexion than Melanie’s tan skin, but they were similar.
“Well of course she is,” Mr. Jacobs said, as he lowered his glasses and looked over at her picture. He got quiet for a moment and lowered his newspaper. Tears collected at the corners of his eyes and ran down his face, but he didn’t cry. He just stared at the picture.
Melanie felt bad. She got up from the sofa and grabbed his tissue box on the nightstand on the other side of the bed and brought it over to his position. He picked up the box and grabbed a few tissue before setting it back down. The box didn’t quite make it and fell behind his chair and the nightstand. He moved to the edge of the recliner and turned to get the box. “Allow me Mr. Jacobs,” Melanie said, as she leaned over Mr. Jacobs and the arm of the chair to get the box. Before she could grab it, she felt Mr. Jacobs’ hand pinch her butt, which made her pop right up. She gave him a scornful smirk, “No no Mr. Jacobs. What would your wife say?” She realized the second she said that, that it was probably not the best comment because then his face filled with shame and sadness, as he began to tear up again. “Ohh no. Mr. Jacobs,” Melanie said, biting her lip. “I didn’t mean that. Here,” in a panic, she moved his hand back to her butt. She squeezed his bear paw of a hand, so he would squeeze her butt. “It’s okay. Really.” He was holding her cheek, cupping her butt, but his tears were still there, and he looked over at his wife’s picture with continued sadness, which conjured more tears. “I’m really sorry Mr. Jacobs. I bet you did that out of instinct. Did you always pinch your wife’s butt when she bent over? Here, let me get the tissues, and we can talk about it,” Melanie said, as she leaned back over. She felt his hand slide down to the bottom of her ass, as she bent forward. Then she felt him reach under her dress and squeeze her ass through her cotton underwear. She almost postured up, but instead she strained herself further and grabbed the tissue box. “Got it,” she said, as she postured back up. He was still cupping her butt under the skirt of her dress, but she didn’t pull away. He wasn’t grabby or gross about it. It was more like it was just something he had always done. She removed some tissues and blotted Mr. Jacobs tears. “Let’s take off these glasses,” she said, as she set them on the nightstand, so she could wipe his eyes. She was still acutely aware of him kneading her ass with his thick fingers. As she clenched her cheek, more of her underwear was working its way into her crack, so much so, that he was practically squeezing Melanie’s young, shapely, bubble butt. While it felt good to have a hand on her ass, she was trying to engage with his emotions. She put a hand on his wrist to pause him, “I’m sure your wife felt similar, huh?”
“I can’t remember,” he replied. “I just can’t remember. I’m just so sad all the time, and I can’t help it.” More tears welled up.
Melanie blotted the tears. “Please continue. It’s okay. This is good for you. It can be cathartic to let it all out,” Melanie said, as she rubbed his arm and upper back, standing toe to toe with him. His hand had fallen down to the back of her thigh below her cheek, lingerie his finger along the clammy crevasse where her ass met her thigh.
“I just wish I could remember more of our lives,” he explained. He looked over at the picture. “I can’t even remember this day. I recognize her picture, but I just can’t recall the sound of her voice saying ‘I do’. I can’t remember the smell of her hair in my face when we embraced. I can’t even remember our honeymoon.” He began to sob. He moved more to the edge of his recliner, causing Melanie to take a step back, and then he covered his face with his hands and sobbed.
Melanie’s heart broke seeing the man in such pain and so vulnerable. She leaned over and put a consoling arm around his shoulders, but he continued to sob. “It’s okay Mr. Jacobs. I understand why you're hurting,” she said, trying to lessen the pain. She didn’t know what to do to ease his sorrow. Her instincts were to give him a hug, so she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her head into his body. He postured up, and she was able to embrace him, as he continued to sob. She slowly worked her body around from his side to his front, so their embrace was less awkward. She was still bent over, so she got down to her knees in front of him, so they were more natural in their embrace. He was bent over with his face buried in the small of her neck, as she wrapped her head over his shoulder and soothed his sobs with circular rubs on his back. “It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay,” she said. “We just need to find something that might jog your memory.”
He postured up when he heard that. He leaned back in the chair away from Melanie crouched between his legs, so he could reach for some tissues to clean the snot collecting on his white mustache. His legs spread, as he reached for the tissues; they spread enough that the dim light of the room illuminated down his leg, and it was at this moment that Melanie realized he wasn’t just shirtless in his robe, but pantless too. His robe was still tied at the waist, but the top had parted more, exposing his white and gray fury chest and belly, and Melanie’s eyes had followed the light down her hands that were resting on his knees, down his thighs and between his legs, where his exposed manhood was hanging a few feet in front of her. In the darkness, she could see that his cock and balls were hanging there like an apple on the branch of a tree. There was four to five inches of flaccid cock originating from a mound of thick, curly-grey pubs, and it was resting in front of a pair of large balls that hung below his cock. Melanie’s eyes strained to see the details in the darkness of his crotch, but she thought that it was an attractive, thick penis that complemented the old man’s thick build. He was uncut with smooth, soft foreskin that made his cock look clean and attractive. Melanie could almost make out the outline of his mushroom tip hidden beneath the thick skin.
Under different circumstance on a different day, Melanie wouldn’t have been bothered by such a sight. In fact, a nurse might see many genitals on her shift, but Melanie’s own pelvis was aching from the day’s activities, so his cock—his beautiful cock—was looking appealing. In fact, it was looking downright appetizing, so much so, that Melanie could feel her mouth watering, as she inhaled the musky aroma of his crotch.
“What do you think could jog my memory,” he asked. “Nothing has worked in the past, I think.”
“Well,” Melanie said, as she considered her options. She tried to think of something constructive, and she tried to keep her eyes looking at Mr. Jacobs, but her aching pussy was keeping her mind fixated on his cock, and she kept glancing down at his cock. She began to rub his thighs, as she was feeling antsy. “I got an idea. There are things that husbands and wives do together, on their honeymoon for exampe, for each other, that is special and private, something they keep between themselves and don’t tell anyone about.” She was rambling in her nervousness. “We could try something like that.” He had a look of confusion, but slowly nodded, nonetheless. She moved her hands down his thighs, opening his legs more, as she inched closer between his knees. “Close your eyes Mr. Jacobs and try to think about your wedding and your wedding night. Think about where you went on your honeymoon. Try to remember what your wife wore to bed that night. Just try to relax and think,” she said. He laid back into the recliner and allowed Melanie to guide his knees further apart. She could tell rubbing his bare thighs was having an effect, as his cock seemed more engorged and the tip of his head now peaked beyond his foreskin. “Just relax and think of Bethany.” She moved her hands closer to his inner thighs just inches away from his cock, and it twitched in her direction. She looked up at him. “Just try to relax,” she said, as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and lifted it towards her direction. She stroked it a little, which caused the pink, mushroom tip to free itself fully from his sheath. Melanie looked at the cock with lustful intent, salivating just thinking of it in her mouth. The adrenaline was coursing through her veins, making her lips quiver with anticipation. She inched her knees into the chair and looked up at Mr. Jacobs with his eyes closed, peacefully straining to remember his wedding night. “Does this feel okay,” she said softly? He nodded. She leaned forward and pressed her pursed lips to the head of his cock. His hips flexed in the chair, and he winced from the jolt of pleasure. “Just try to relax Mr. Jacobs. Think of Bethany on your wedding night.”
Melanie slowly wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and gently sucked on the end to gage his reaction. She flattened her tongue and ran it along the length of his shaft, sampling his salty, musky skin, which caused her mouth to salivate more. She continued to stroke his cock. She could make out clear dew collecting at the tip. His cock was more engorged now, but it was still flexible and only six to seven inches, with more to go, she figured. She leaned forward and parted her lips and slid his cock in her mouth. She held the shaft in her petite hand, pulling the foreskin down, so she could slowly suck and savor the mushroom tip. She rolled her tongue around the head, and then backed off. “Mmmm, how was that Mr. Jacobs? Did your wife do it like that?” She could see him still working intently to find the memory. “I’ll try some more. Maybe it’ll eventually jog your memory,” Melanie said. She lowered her head back down to his crotch and swallowed more of his cock. She sucked on the shaft for a while, and then she pulled his cock out and moved her mouth down to his balls, licking on his balls and gently drawing them into her hot mouth. She returned to his cock and swallowed what she could.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and tilted back up. “I remember,” he announced! He almost began to tear from the flashback. “Oh my god! I remember. I can see her between my legs like you are now.”
Melanie withdrew his cock from her mouth, and said encouragingly, “See! I knew you could remember. You just needed some help jogging your memory.” Her success with her therapeutic communication only strengthened her enthusiasm. “Let’s see what else you can remember Mr. Jacobs,” she said, and with that, she returned to his cock and slid it back into her mouth, but as she did, she could hardly hold back the smile, looking up at the happiness on his face.
“I remember! She would do it like that, but deeper,” Mr. Jacobs said, as he cupped Melanie’s head and pressed her down on his cock. Melanie wasn’t prepared for that, so she was forced to swallow it all. Fortunately, his flexible cock was able to easily pass down her throat, if only for a second.
Melanie pushed back against his hand and spit out his cock. “Mr. Jacobs! I wasn’t ready for that,” she said scoldingly, as she coughed and tried to catch her breath. “Maybe Bethany was a little more talented than me.” She looked up and saw his expression change, but wanted to see him happy again. “Or maybe I just need more practice, okay? You can help to teach me, but just be gentle with me, okay?” He nodded. She angled his cock back up towards her mouth, took a moment to gather herself and then leaned forward to swallow all she could. She tried to relax her throat, as he guided her head up and down his cock, but he was long and filled her small mouth.
“Ohh yeah, that’s how she did it,” he moaned, as Melanie sank her nose into his pubs, sliding his cock down her throat before returning to the tip. Even when she felt herself wanting to gag, his hand pushed her down on his cock, sliding his cock down her throat again and again until Melanie could hardly take much more. “Oh god, you are so sweet child. You’re just like my Bethany. Oh I remember. She was so good to me just like you.”
Melanie’s hands were dancing and tapping on his thighs, for she could feel her lungs were burning, and she needed air. She patted him to let him know before pushing herself off of his cock, so he didn’t force her head down. “Oh oh, I gotta catch my breath,” she said. “We gotta pause.” She looked down to see his cock hovering in front of her, bobbing in front of her face, soaked in bubbly mucous and slobber. It had already engorged in her mouth, but now it seemed to be growing to a firmer erection in front of her face. As she caught her breath, she clasped his shaft and stroked his cock, encouraging it to an erect state, sampling the firmness and size. His cock was seven to eight inches long at least and practically the thickness of Melanie’s petite wrist, which was saying something. It was a little too firm to swallow now. “Oh Mr. Jacobs. Mmm, you are so big,” Melanie giggled, kissing his hard erection. She had an idea. “I bet you and your wife did other private things together. I think I know what else might jog your memory.” He looked intrigued considering Melanie had just performed a blow job to jog his memory.
Melanie stood up and kicked off her shoes. She reached under her skirt and dropped her panties to her ankles and stepped out of them. “Give me your hand,” she said, as she guided it under dress to her aching pussy. She pressed on his thick digits, and with no effort, his finger slid through her soaked, swollen lips. She winced from the painful pleasure. “Mmmm, I bet you made your wife this wet too. Remember?” He strained to recall. “Well, let’s see if this will jog your memory.” She pushed him back in the chair and climbed up on his lap. Her knees straddled his hips, and she pinned her toes on his thighs, spreading them open. His eyes were wide, as she reached behind her rear and clasped his cock. She angled it up and swiped the head over her wet pussy, spreading her lips with the head of his cock, and positioning it at the burning, hot entrance of her cunt. Without warning, she sank her weight down on his cock, and the lathered shaft easily slid into her wet, hot hole. “Ohh god dam that feels good,” she quietly moaned. She slowly worked her cunt up and down the top four inches of his cock. “Doesn’t it feel good Mr. Jacobs.” He nodded enthusiastically, seemingly in disbelief. She slowly sank her hips down on the cock, inching her cunt further down the shaft, as she stroked it with her wet cunt, but she knew there was more. She steadied herself on his hairy chest, as she rocked her hips back on his cock. She leaned into him and whispered in his ear, “Was your wife’s pussy this tight too?” She moved his hands under her dress to her ass. He instinctively clenched her ass, squeezing her booty, which spread her cheeks. “Mmmm, that feels good.”
Melanie was feeling really hot and horny. The day had been torturous to her young pussy. Her breath was getting hot, and she was craving to be kissed. She couldn’t help herself and leaned into Mr. Jacobs mouth and slid her tongue passed his lips. He kissed her back. The sensual kiss was pushing her over the edge, but then Mr. Jacobs broke free of their embrace, as memories of him kissing his wife in a lover’s embrace sharply flashed in his mind. “Ohh Bethany,” he cried out. “I remember her. I remember us in bed on our wedding night. Her hair was in my face, as we made love. I remember.”
“Do you want to go on the bed Mr. Jacobs and continue there,” Melanie asked, taking a moment to catch her breath? He nodded. She dismounted and helped Mr. Jacobs off the recliner. “We don’t need this,” she said, as she took off his robe, tossing it on the recliner. She unbuttoned the neck of her dress. “Can you unzip me?” He obliged and then crawled into the center of the bed. Melanie tossed her hat on the recliner and crawled out of her dress with haste. She unclasped her bra, freeing her young breasts and tossed it next to her dress before letting her hair down. She bent over the bed and slid Mr. Jacobs’ cock in her mouth, sampling her own juices, as she worked his cock up to a full erection. “Mmmm, I think you are ready for me,” Melanie giggled. She hopped up on the bed and straddled his hips, rubbing her wet cunt on his beautiful cock. She reached behind her ass and found his cock. She swiped it along her slit before finding her entrance, and then she sat back on his cock, plunging it deep in her wet cunt. “Mmmm feels so good,” she moaned. She worked her knees back and pressed her hips as far back as she could, burying his cock all the way in her pussy. She slowly worked her ass back and forth for a few seconds, but then she moved her feet under her body, so she could squat over his cock and really bury it all. She sank her self down, stretching her tight pussy. “Oh my god! Your cock is so big Mr. Jacobs! It is the biggest I’ve had. It feels so good,” she moaned.
“I’m sure it does feel good,” Sasha said. Melanie jumped, but then froze with horror and shock. Sasha had startled her. The second she had heard her she dropped down on her knees and flashed her head towards the doorway. Sasha had her arms crossed and was tapping her foot on the ground, as if she caught a child with their hand in the cookie jar. “What do we have here?”
Melanie’s mouth got dry for a moment, and she was lost for words. “Well, I was working on my therapeutic communication, and, well, one thing led to another.” Sasha raised her eyebrows, clearly not buying the excuses. “Well, see…he was feeling sad about his wife, and this was helping him to remember her, so…well…so, it seemed like the right thing to do. I was just trying to cheer him up.”
Sasha’s scornful look morphed into a playful smile, letting Melanie know she was just kidding. “I think you just got the job. Just make sure to clean up once your are done. Meet me at the nursing station after sweetie,” she said with a wink and a smile, as she left the two of them to continue.
Melanie was feeling full of glee at the realization she solidified the job, and she was ready to celebrated. “Hold on Mr. Jacobs,” she said, as she got back up into a squat and began to bounce up and down on his cock. A minute or so in, and she was recalling how good it felt to have Sasha’s finger in her ass, and it got her thinking. His cock was long and thick, but it wasn’t rock hard like a young man’s cock, nor was he on top or capable of thrusting up into her. If anything, she reasoned, it was now or never.
She got back down on her knees and reached back around, as she lifted off of his cock. She guided the soft, mushroom tip to the entrance of her puckered asshole. She smeared her juices over her sphincter, remembering Sasha had placed a lubricating gelatin pill in her ass earlier, so she was ready for him. Mr. Jacobs was being compliant, but Melanie reassured him, “Bare with me Mr. Jacobs. This hole is a little tighter.” She could feel her hole dilating against his soft head. She pressed her hips down on his cock, and she felt the head of his cock slide into her anus. She gripped him tight and slowly worked the head against her inner sphincter, probing it gently, so it would acquiesce to his cock. It took a minute, but the muscles eventually parted, and Melanie felt the head of his cock slide into her rectum. Mr. Jacobs must have felt the her burning, hot core too because he tightened his hips, causing another inch or two to slide into her ass, stretching her hole over his thick shaft. “Ohh shit, that is thick.” She released his cock from her grip and braced her hands on his soft stomach. She inched his cock back and forth, seemingly lubricating it with the juices from her rectum until his cock was easily sliding over the tender, stretched muscles of her anus. “Mmmm, that is feeling so nice. Mmmm yeah, it is feeling better.” Melanie sank her ass all the way down and buried his cock deep in her hole.
She was feeling ready. She leaned forward and found Mr. Jacobs’ mouth, kissing him passionately. Her hair was draped over his face, as she released her embrace. He looked up, saying his wife’s name, and Melanie could see the flashes of memories in his eyes. “You can call me Bethany,” she moaned, as she continued to rock on his cock. She felt so small against his big body, wrapped and pressed to his chest with her breasts rubbing against his hair, teasing her nipples. “Here, remember these,” she said, as she postered up and moved his hands to her breasts. He squeezed them in his thick hands, as Melanie continued to ride his cock and grind her clit and pussy against his crotch. She had a thing for getting her nipples pinched, so when Mr. Jacobs started to twist and tug on her nipples, as he clenched her breasts hard, this really kicked her into high gear. “Ohhh, ohhh, oh yes, just like that,” she moaned loud, but she didn’t care if she was loud; she was smitten with lust. She started grinding on his cock, thrusting her hips back and forth fast, causing her ass to clap on his shaft in the process. Seconds later, she felt his cock spasming, rhythmically, as he began grunting and bucking beneath her. She could feel his cum lathering his cock, making her hole so slippery, which heightened the sensation. She begged him not to stop, “I’m almost there. I’m almost there,” she moaned, gripping his hands against her breasts, so he didn’t stop. She was so close to having her first anal orgasm. As she kicked her hips into top gear, she felt Mr. Jacobs tug hard on her thick nipples and that sent her over the edge, releasing her orgasm. “Ohh, ohhh,” she moaned, as she felt her asshole and cunt spasming in rhythmic contractions on his cock. Her stretched asshole made her contractions that much more obvious and visceral. Waves and euphoric pleasure washed over her body, as she contorted and spasmed on top of his hips. “Ohh my god. Mr. Jacobs. How? Ohhh, you are…” she tried to catch her breath, but she was still basking in waves of orgasmic pleasure leaving her giggling and giddy. “Your cock is amazing.” She was in disbelief.
Her past boyfriends weren’t so well endowed. They were young and selfish. They came too fast, never let her be on top the whole time or control ever aspect of the thrusting, and she never, ever was so built up like she was today. This was a new perspective—an eye opener.
“Ohhh Mr. Jacobs,” Melanie said, as she wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you so much! You are my new, favorite patient!” She found his mouth again and kissed him with appreciation. Their bodies were soaked in perspiration, and she still had his cock in her ass, as she sat on top of him. Her hair was a mess. “Did you have a good time?”
“Oh yes hunny,” he replied. “You were just like my beautiful Bethany. I remember!”
“That is so good to hear,” Melanie said with pride. “That really does make me so happy!” She looked around at the room and at both of them. “I think we need to clean up. Why don’t I help you to the shower, and I can help you wash off,” she suggested. He nodded. Melanie gently lifted her rear off of his cock and it fell from her hole onto his pelvis with a thud, and immediately a stream of his cum came gushing out, running down Melanie’s ass and legs, causing her to giggle. “I guess we both need to clean up,” she said, as she crawled off the bed and helped Mr. Jacobs up. They both walked to the shower, and Melanie entered the shower with Mr. Jacobs. It was going to be easier that way to clean him and remove the sweat and cum from her body too. She lathered the soap in her hands and worked it over her body, and she let him do the same to her. As he worked the suds between her ass and over her erect nipples, she could see his cock getting firmer. She reached out and stroked his cock with the soap, saying, “We need to keep this especially clean and healthy.” Her touch got him hard again, and she couldn’t help but embrace him again in a passionate and lustful kiss. She pulled herself away and quickly turned around, bracing herself against the wall with her legs spread, back arched and ass sticking out, posturing herself, so he would take her. He didn’t hesitate and moved right behind her and plunged his cock in her hot pussy. He gripped her hips and began pounding away on her ass until the two of them came hard from a second orgasm.
After that, Melanie dried him off and got him dressed before moving him back to his recliner. “Lunch should be coming soon Mr. Jacobs,” she said, as she put back on her uniform. “Is there anything else you need before I go?”
“Well, you’ll be coming back, of course? Won’t you dear,” he said, with deep concern in his voice and on his face.
“I don’t think they are going to be able to keep me away. I might just become your private nurse,” she said with a giggle. “But don’t you worry. My training is over in an hour, but I’ll be back tomorrow!”
As she left the room, she paused to synch up her thigh-high stockings and situate her dress over her ass. She saw his garbage by the door. She tossed her bra and panties in the garbage. “I won’t be needing these,” she said with a smirk, as she closed the door behind her.
The End
