A young nurse and two doctors

I was in a private room—luckily, my relatives had gotten me there. My appendix had been removed two days earlier, and the puncture site still hurt a bit, but it was already gone. It was night, quiet, and the nurses occasionally shuffled their slippers down the hallway. I was dozing off, sedated, but woke up when the door quietly opened. In fact, I was lying facing the wall, the blanket pulled almost up to my chin. The only light in the room was a nightlight above the door, so anyone entering would hardly be able to tell whether I was asleep or not. I decided not to move. “Come here, there’s no one here, this is a private ward,” I heard a young female voice, quiet, with a kind of nervous laugh. I carefully turned my head, millimeter by millimeter, so I could see what was happening out of the corner of my eye. Three people entered the room: Sveta, a very young intern, about nineteen; a thin brunette I'd seen during my rounds; and two doctors. One was a surgeon of about forty-five, with graying temples and hairy arms; the other was an anesthesiologist, younger, about thirty-two, athletic. "Is your patient asleep?" the anesthesiologist asked, nodding in my direction. "He got his sleeping pills on schedule, he won't wake up until morning," Sveta assured him. I chuckled to myself: the nurse had mixed up the pills, and they'd mistakenly given me a regular painkiller instead of the sleeping pill. “So, intern,” the surgeon said, sitting down on the empty bed next to him, “do you want a good reference?” “I really want to,” Sveta exhaled. - Then go ahead, show me what they taught you at medical school. I lay motionless, trying to keep my breathing even, as if I were sleeping. My heart was pounding so hard it seemed like it could be heard throughout the entire room. Sveta walked up to the surgeon and began unzipping his medical pants. The anesthesiologist stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. When the surgeon pulled out his penis, I almost gave myself away—it was so unexpected for this burly man. Thick as a beer can, with a dark, bloodshot head framed by thick gray hair. His balls weren't visible behind his pants, but his cock was monumental. Sveta, without thinking twice, knelt down right on the hospital linoleum and took him in her mouth. “Clever girl,” the surgeon commented, “she doesn’t bite.” Meanwhile, the anesthesiologist lifted her white coat. Underneath, she wore only stockings and lace panties, clearly not regulation. He pulled them down to her knees, revealing the intern's neat bottom. I saw her crotch glisten in the dim light of the nightlight. The doctor spat into his palm, lubricated his penis—his was longer than the surgeon's, but thinner, with an upward curve—and positioned himself behind her. “Quiet, don’t wake the patient,” he chuckled, and with one thrust he drove it all the way into her balls. Sveta moaned with her mouth full, but didn't choke; on the contrary, she thrust her ass forward. The anesthesiologist began pounding her steadily and deeply, holding her hips. The surgeon meanwhile grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided her head at the right pace. It felt like she was being fucked from both sides, like a doll, and all she could do was moan and slurp. I lay under the covers and felt my own penis pressing against the mattress. The piercing on my stomach ached slightly from the tension, but the arousal overwhelmed everything. More than anything, I wanted to slip my hand into my underwear and jerk off while watching this scene. But moving would have meant giving myself away. I imagined how they would react—probably kick me out, complain, or worse. So I just lay there and watched, gritting my teeth. Meanwhile, the doctors had switched. Now the anesthesiologist sat on the bed, and Sveta straddled him, driving his crooked penis into her lubrication-dripping slit. The surgeon stood behind her and, spitting on her anus again, began to position himself inside her tight hole. Sveta cried out as his thick head began to push apart the ring of muscle. “Quiet, patient,” the surgeon barked, “you’ll wake up the entire staff.” “I’m quiet, quiet,” she whispered, biting her lip. He entered her completely, and they both began to fuck her simultaneously, filling her completely. Sveta bounced on them, her small breasts popping out of her unbuttoned uniform blouse and shaking in time with his movements. The surgeon leaned over and bit her shoulder—she shuddered with pleasure. “Cum inside her,” the surgeon commanded the anesthesiologist, “but I want it on her face.” They pulled her out from under them and forced her to her knees. The anesthesiologist, breathing heavily, began to jerk off furiously and, after a few seconds, shot a copious stream straight into Sveta's open mouth. She swallowed, licking her lips. The surgeon came closer and finished on her face—thickly, white drops that ran down her cheeks and onto her medical shirt. He wiped the head of his cock on her lips and tucked his penis into his pants. "You'll get an excellent reference," he concluded, buttoning up his coat. "Get yourself sorted and head to the staff room." They left, quietly closing the door. Sveta took another minute to recover, wiping her face with some napkins from her robe pocket, then pulled on her panties, fixed her hair, and slipped out into the hallway. I waited exactly ten seconds after her footsteps faded. Then I tore off the blanket. My cock was hard, so engorged with blood that the head was shiny with precum. I didn't even bother taking off my hospital pants completely—I simply pulled them down to my knees, grabbed my shaft with my hand, and began frantically jerking off. The image in my head was: Sveta on her knees with a cock in her mouth and ass at the same time, her moans, two huge instruments stretching her. The puncture wound in her stomach stung a little with each sharp movement, but I didn't care. I came in literally a minute—everything swam before my eyes, sperm shot out onto the hospital blanket, onto the sheets, even dripped onto the floor. I hadn't come so fast and powerfully in years. Having caught my breath, I somehow dried myself with the corner of the duvet cover and lay down again, facing the wall. In the morning, the same Sveta came in—fresh and smiling, took my temperature, and asked how I slept. “Great,” I replied, looking into her innocent brown eyes. “Wonderful night at the hospital.”