Hippocratic Oath

She blushed furiously as the stranger's fat cock rolled into view. What she was thinking may have not been the way she was taught, but it had to do for now.

Gently taking the member into her hand, she began to stroke its length. Even flaccid, it was nearly as big around as her wrist. She kept it up, glancing up into the stranger's face occasionally, looking for any signs of him getting worse. He continued to sleep, looking fitful.

She kept up her pace, at first worried she wasn't getting an immediate reaction. Finally, she was rewarded as it began to swell and unsheath itself. It wasn't long until he was at full mast.

During her career as the town nurse, midwife and herbalist, she had seen many ailments and many different physiques. This was the first time she had ever met someone with such a prodigious sex. It throbbed mightily, her hands looked miniscule in comparison. It took both her hands to get around it and she would swear it was as long as her forearm. Starting to sweat herself, she sped up the attention to the strangers cock.

It was hard for her to break her gaze from her subject. However, she did manage to glance up and look him in the face. He didn't appear to be in any pain, far from it. She decided she needed a better vantage point. Slowing only for a bit, she moved up and straddled his lap, just below his dick. The head of his cock began to occasionally ooze pre-cum. She would swipe it up and use it to lubricate her efforts. However, she felt it wasn't enough. The stranger might appreciate the attempt to save his life, but not if she accidentally rubbed the skin off his delicates. She leaned over slightly and drooled over it, coating the massive dick. It must have helped as the stranger moaned almost immediately. "Good." she thought, "If that poison was still strong, he wouldn't be making noise."

She was distracted and completely failed to see the warning signs. The stranger's cock suddenly swelled and erupted in a volcano of hot cum. Due to the angle she was holding him, his seed shot up and splashed on her face and blouse. She let go too late as one shot arched up gracefully and into her surprised mouth. Another landed on her eye, stinging it. Stunned, yet almost laughing, she looked down. She was a complete mess. Cum was soaking into her blouse, dripping from her muzzle, and pooling between them. She chuckled to herself as she half heartedly tried to spit out the wad from her mouth and wipe off her face. He may be addled, but he was a healthy boy.

Leaning over, she pressed her ear to his chest. She was relieved when she couldn't hear the murmur from before. The evil mushroom was working, attacking the venom in his veins. She sighed and relaxed, resting herself on his broad chest. She breathed deep into his fur, then realized something was still not right. In this position, she had trapped his dick between them. And it didn't seem to be going down.

She laughed to herself again. He was a very healthy boy. She shifted to one side slightly and looked down. It glistened in the moonlight, a grand staff of virility. She reached down and played with the helmet amusedly. After long moments, she was surprised it hadn't retreated from the cool night air. Just watching it was making her own sex tingle. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. It had been...a very long time since her husband had died. And she really hadn't had time to think of participating in recent Ruts or about her own needs. She idly teased the tip of his hardness, lightly stroking down its length and then back. The tingle in her loins was now a steady itch. Looking back at the stranger's face, he seemed to be in an even deeper sleep.

She returned her gaze to his tool. The salty aftertaste of his errant orgasm still lingered on her tongue. She moved closer, now stroking him again, gently, but with purpose. His maleness throbbed under her hand. When another drop of pre-cum formed at the tip, she closed her eyes and kissed it off.

The itch became a raging fire.