Connie Bedford

Private Duty Nurse

CHAPTER I

"Mr. Blazer, will you come in here, please," said Miss Bloom, the supervisor of nurses. It was a crisp and no-nonsense voice that called Blazer into the little examination room. Blazer obeyed. He was just an orderly, and she was his boss. Besides, he knew what she wanted and his cock began to rise. He watched her walk briskly ahead of him. The low-heeled nurses' oxfords emphasized her fat legs, and even her starched white uniform could not hide her healthy big ass, thought Blazer.

Into the room they went. Inside, she closed and locked the door. Then she eyed the big red haired young man who was looking back at her expectantly. She was only thirty-nine years old and her miles of walking as a nurse had kept her muscles firm and her skin tones healthy.

"I want to suck your cock, Mr. Blazer." She was a very proper woman, and she addressed all her subordinates with respect.

"But first I want to get naked, and I want you to also." She unbuttoned her uniform and stepped out of it, and she hung it neatly on a coat hanger. Blazer automatically unbuttoned his shirt. He never took his eyes off Miss Bloom. Now she was pulling her slip over head. He saw her white panties and her garter belt. He saw her fleshy white thighs overflowing her white stockings. Her big titties were incased in a large cotton bra which also covered her midriff, but even while he was watching, this came off and her nipples were free and beckoning him to come suck. He whipped his undershirt over his head quickly so as not to miss any more than was necessary. He watched her remove her stockings, then she unhooked her garter belt and pulled it out of her panties. He dropped his pants and underpants to the floor. His cock stood out reaching for her. It was an angry red, hard as a ten pin, and, she felt, about the same size. She came over to him and grasped it with both hands. And again she marveled at the redness of his cock hairs, and how they were a different red from the red-purple color of his turned-on cock. Reverently, she caressed it. He watched her staring at it while she stroked it. He saw her lips moving as if in prayer. Then she murmured, "Goddamn, you sonofabitch, you've got a good cock… " She reached between his legs and hefted his balls with one hand while she pulled more urgently now on his big shaft with the other. He closed his eyes and began panting through his open mouth as she tickled the hairs growing between his two big sacs. He could still hear her litany as she played with him, "… big juicy cherry picker… asshole reamer… pussy king… " He put his hand down between her legs and found that her panties were so wet that they clung to her pussy like Saran wrap. He rubbed his hands in the hot wetness and she rotated herself on his fingers.

The thing that fascinated him was that she was so reserved and unapproachable, and yet when she wanted to fuck she was lewd; indeed, more lewd than most other women he had screwed. But even in the throes of her ecstasy there was still a token of her reserve-she still called him "Mister."

"Shit, shit, shit, Mr. Blazer, your big hammer turns me on. Slip my panties down. Help me, please. I can't let go of this big cock."

He moved one wet hand from her crotch, and he placed it on her hip and down inside her panties. He already had the other hand on her other hip, so slowly he pulled the panties down. Now she had both hands on his cock shaft. He was circumcised and she enjoyed twisting the big cockhead one way with one hand while rotating the massive shaft the opposite direction with her other hand. She moved one hand to the big nut and started twisting and pulling at it. She looked up into his face and saw him grinding his teeth.

He had her panties down off her hips, but the crotch was still clinging to her sopping pussy. He tried to reach behind her and in between the cheeks of her ass to pull the clinging cloth away, but her backside was too large for him to reach around. Then he tried to reach between her legs from the front, but her two arms and his own big prick were in the way. Suddenly she seemed to realize what he was trying to do and she helped him. She took the head of his cock and guided it between her legs. He felt the bottom of his sensitive head meet the wet cloth of her panties at the same time that he felt the top of his cock slide up against the wet lips of her flowing cunt. With his cock she probed at her panties and separated the cloth from her pussy. The heat along the top of his dick, which was being caressed by her slot, was almost too much to bear, especially since it contrasted with the coolness along the bottom of his cock where the wet cloth was now clinging. The heat and the coolness made him slobber like a baby, and his knees began to sag. Finally the panties were separated, but he just stood there, entranced, with the top of his tool slipping along her slot.

"Take them all the way off," her voice was strained. She knew that, for him to obey, they would have to break their delicious contact. They stood there locked together by their primary desires. They kissed and fondled each other. His cock grew harder, and it tended to burrow its way into her pussy, which encouraged it, trying to suck it in. They held their breaths, not daring to move even to fill their lungs. But breathing was not important now. Their genitals had complete control and they waited to see what would happen. His dick was sucked up into her cunt. The lips of her pussy laved the purple head of his sensitive cock. He bent his knees to improve the angle of penetration. She tried to open her fat legs wider but the panties held them together.

"Take my panties off," she stage-whispered in his ear. And impatiently, quickly, like a man taking leave of a loved one before a long journey, he removed himself from her and dropped to his knees. He pulled the panties down with him. To her ankles they came, and she stepped out of them while digging her fingernails into the flesh of his shoulders.

Her pussy was there right in front of his nose. He saw the thick, kinky brown hairs that were the roof of her candy factory. And among the brown hairs was a bright red one, his own, a strand that had abandoned its own home for the fields of paradise when their cock and cunt were kissing each other. And he continued to stare and he saw some grey among her browns and he knew that this was a woman, a full-fledged, hot-boxed woman who would never be satisfied with a mere thirty-second hump. He knew that she demanded satisfaction and that she would accept anything that would help make her come, and even at his tender age he had a code: no gentleman fucks a woman without making her come. He caressed the inside of her thighs, he felt the wetness flowing down them and he dabbled his fingers in it and then into his mouth. He licked her thighs, first one and then the other. He raised each of her feet, one at a time, tenderly, and kissed her toes, and then again, he licked her from knee to crotch on both thighs. She was being thrown off balance and she hopped, and he walked on his knees over to the examining table, where she could lean against it while he continued his worshiping. Now she was able to rest a thigh on one of his shoulders and dig her elbows into the examining table. Gently he bit the inside of the thigh resting on his shoulder, then he caressed each tiny reddened love bite with his soft warm tongue.

Up her thigh he went, sucking, biting, licking, kissing, and then he came to her pussy. Down he hunched until his rigid, blood-stiffened tool almost stabbed him in the chest. He held his head back like a man sucking grapes from a high vine and he licked at her pussy tenderly. When she felt his tongue, she yelped as only a female can when her pleasure becomes more than mere excruciating. She jammed her eyes shut: no need for sight at a time like this. She gritted her teeth together; no need for food at a time like this. His tongue probed deeper. She threw her head from side to side violently as she was caught in the spasm of lust. Hairpins fell out of her head, and her hair shook loose, coming down over her naked shoulders and then caressing her bare back and adding to her unbearable pleasure. Now he was so low and so far under her that even the leg which was over his shoulder was almost touching the floor. He pressed harder against her pussy with his mouth until the weight left the foot that she was standing on and she was riding his face as if it were a bicycle seat.

His tongue whirled inside her cunt. From one sweet wall to the other he licked, and all her weight bore down on his mouth while she wrung her hips back and forth like a dancer in a cheap burlesque house. But the weight finally proved too much for him, and he let her off his face abruptly and began to lick her hairs thoroughly. He licked them until they were pasted to her belly with his spit, and then he trailed a river of saliva up to her navel and he tickled it with his educated tongue. No words were spoken, but he bade her to turn and she did. The cheeks of her beautiful ass were presented for him to feast on. He grasped them with his eager hands and he squeezed them together. He moved them up and down, and then he bent forward and gently bit one, and then the other. And then he licked the bites. She wiggled them in his face and she leaned forward on the table gratefully. This action on her part exposed more of her intimate flesh to him and immediately he added the offering to his dessert. Into the crack of her ass he dove tongue first. The warmth, the fantastic heat, almost made him faint. He went up and down her joint, wetting her thoroughly, and then he spread her cheeks apart with his hands and chin and reamed her anus as deeply as he could. She gave it all to him and she came several times, and on the floor between her legs there was a pool of his spittle and her cream.

She was past screaming now, and she could only grunt as he humped her with his tongue. But his tongue grew fatigued and his jaw began to hurt, and so he sat back admiring her ass before he finally got up. She had come, but he had not. His cock was harder than ever now. He stood up and his dick was so big and heavy that he had to support it with both hands because the weight of it was beginning to hurt his abdominal muscles. He rested his cock along her spine since she still had her back to him and was leaning over the examination table recovering from a swoon. His balls he placed in the crack of her ass and the heat soothed them and quieted the pain in them that he only became aware of when it was gone. His red and purple cock stretched itself along her white back, it nested in the furrow of her spine like a fat sausage in a hot dog bun. Slowly, he began to slide his dick up and down that furrow, back and forth, over her delicious white skin.

She felt his stroking and she opened her eyes, remembering where she was. She felt the weight and heat of his cock on her back. She felt his balls caressing the cheeks of her ass and almost hanging down in between her own legs. She dilated her asshole and made her ass cheeks relax, and by working certain muscles she was able to squeeze his balls with her ass. But it wasn't enough for her, she wanted more contact with his overheated tool and large bags. So she butted him away and turned around. At first, she handled his dingus as it if were a sacred thing, and indeed, at this moment it was to her. Some people thought of her as a proper, snotty old maid. But as a matter of fact, she wasn't as old as these people thought, and the men who had felt Miss Bloom dance on the end of their cocks had to revise their idea of what a "proper old maid" was. Or else they were forced to conclude that Miss Bloom simply wasn't what she appeared to be. She loved cocks. Generally she never cared to whom the cocks were attached. She didn't analyze the man, she didn't care if he were socially acceptable, she didn't care if he could order food in a foreign language, she only wanted him to have a nice, fat, hard dick.

Just like the one she was holding now. She stroked Blazer quietly and felt her pussy rapidly recovering from its series of climaxes due to Blazer's sucking. She ran a finger along the underside of his tool from the base to the tip. Then she wet the thumb and forefinger of her right hand with spit, and with them, she rhythmically began to pinch and roll the highly sensitive area on the bottom side of his glands. With her left hand she pulled and squeezed the base of his cock right where the cock meat joined the balls. She felt him go limp as she knew he would, and she felt through her fingers more blood rush into this beautiful cock, making it harder and hotter. Blazer's knees were sagging and he was emitting a long, helpless moan. He was about to collapse to the floor when she stopped handling him. She moved around him away from the table, and he turned with her. He was like a zombie. He was an unseeing, unreasoning thing whose complete soul and being now resided in the angry, red yardstick that stood out in front of him like a flagpole on the front of a building. She pushed him back on the table, and he leaned back just as she had done and rested on his elbows. She squatted in front of him, her knees out at an angle and her perfect ass almost touching the floor. This way her pussy was stretched open and it was so sensitive that even the minute currents of air in the room made her feel good.

But all this was far in the back of her mind. Right now, it was the big sausage that was the center of her world. She put the cock on her shoulder and rubbed her cheek along it. She kissed and bit it as she went along, then she put it on the other shoulder and she did the same thing. She sank the head of it under her chin and held it between her chin and collar bone, and she opened her mouth and worked her jaw against it, squeezing it in the nape of her neck. She was moving faster now, frantically, without any reason or order. She was singing one long, soft, cooing note as she rollicked with Blazer's cock. And he held his breath, measuring each gasp of auto make sure he didn't cry out like an animal being tortured. Then she sat back. She seemed to have regained some of her composure now. There was a small puddle on the floor under her. She stared at the prick. Blazer was breathing regularly now.

Then she slapped his cock. She slapped it again. She swung at it from the floor. Where her blows struck, it grew white and then much redder than before. It swung lazily back and forth with her blows. Presently her hands began to hurt, it was like hitting an elephant on the leg. Blazer had his head turned up to the ceiling. The blows to him were mere caresses, something that was happening far away, something that was remotely pleasurable. Now she sat back on her haunches, panting from her exertion. She still eyed the cock before her. Next, she twisted herself under him and buried her nose in his balls. She had to hold her breath because she could not breathe, but she licked and sucked and pulled at the hairs she found there, and then she dragged her open mouth along the underside of his tool.

Then she came to the end of it. She knew from experience that she could never get it all in her mouth, but it was exciting to try anyway. She crammed the massive head into her mouth. Her lips were pushed back as if she were sucking the juice through a small hole in an orange, and indeed, her tongue was lapping the sticky pre-fuck fluid that oozed from his cock. Gently she cupped his balls with one hand and pulled them forward, and she tickled them, she scratched them, she rolled them in the palm of her hand. With her other hand she jacked his cock back and forth, working the juices deep inside his massive shaft toward her mouth.

His hips started working with every stroke of her hand, and he began to moan. It was a low, unmasculine sound; it was the sound of surrender, a plea for mercy. Through her hands and lips she felt his cock become warmer. She felt the balls she held in her hand churn as if they were live animals themselves. She felt his tool began to grow even more stiff. She bit the head of his cock and ran her tongue along the ridge of his glands. He began to slump, threatening to fall to the floor.

Then she stopped sucking him. She squeezed his shaft tightly and she held on for a full minute until the crisis was over. He did not come, but she brought him right to the edge of the mountain. Above her she could hear him take in a deep breath, and she could feel the strength returning to his legs. Finally, she let go of his cock. Now she stood up, "I want that load in my pussy," she said, and, "Let's get up on the table."

In a daze, he turned and watched her clamber up on the table. She lay there with her legs open, waiting. Like a dumb animal he tried to mount her from the side of the table, but it was too awkward. The table moved, and he almost pulled her to the floor.

"Goddammit," she gritted, "come up on the end." And he went down to the end of the table and began to climb up. Her pussy was there glistening like the mouth of a salivating, hungry animal. Even when he had climbed up too far to be able to see it she could still tell where it was because he could feel the heat of it. His body was over hers now. He could look down on her face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was parted, and he could feel the warmth from her breath over his face like a hot summer breeze. His cock rubbed against the inside of one of her thighs. He was still suspended over her, supporting himself only by his toes and his elbows. She caught his dick between her fat thighs and she massaged it. Up and down she went and from side to side she rolled. She opened her eyes and looked directly into his face and she smiled at him. It was almost as if, for the first time that they had been together, she realized she was not alone. It was as if she were greeting a friend in a railway station. And the smile brought him back to his senses, and he realized that his balls were aching. The dull persistent pain went from the base of his cock to his asshole. He had been excited for so long that now he wondered if he could actually cream when the time came.

She was still smiling up at him when she said evenly, "Fuck me, you sonofabitch." She released his dick from her thighs and he lowered his hips. His cock went in quickly and deeply. He lay on her full-weight with his big ramrod stuffed deeply in her burning wet pussy. His chin was just above her right shoulder and his lips close to her right ear. His mouth hung slack like that of an idiot and saliva in long strands hung from his mouth and fell on the sheet of the table. The warm moist pussy which totally encased his cock had again made an unthinking animal out of him. Only instinct made him raise his hips. Only the sucking of her pussy on his cock as it withdrew made him drop his hips again. Out came his dick again. Now she rolled her hips in a circle and the lips of her pussy lapped the end of his dick. "Fuck," she ordered. She put her legs around his waist and locked her ankles together. When he pulled up, she came with him, but she came down just before he did and pulled hard on his cock with her pussy. She was rubbing her clit on his shaft. She was flipping his cock up and down in her slit. She was under him but she was fucking him. She had taken over, and her pussy was manipulating his tool expertly. Her legs climbed high on his body, driving his cock deeper into her, and when she whipped her pussy down on his shaft it felt as if she would tear it from its socket. There was no pain as such, but there was the thought that there ought to be pain. With each down stroke, she delivered a grunt, and the grunts grew louder as her clit, which she rubbed along the man's cock, became harder. Again he was singing his moaning song of lust. Now he had some feeling back in his cock; he felt that he could come, in fact, that he could not help but come. He felt it coming up from his toes. His cock had found a secret place in her pussy and as she came up to him, that secret place nipped the head of his cock. It was hotter than the rest of her pussy, it was tighter than the rest of her pussy, it was a pussy within a pussy, and it inflamed the end of his cock. He wanted more of it. He drove deeper into her looking for it. He fucked her madly, she could no longer keep up with him. He broke her rhythm but it mattered not to her. She had begun her long come. Now she was fucking purely from reflex. Her asshole was opening, everything within her was slowly giving way, her cream was coming down by the quart. It was like taking a piss after being forced to hold it all day; it was coming slowly, but she knew that it would come faster and faster until it would be just too good to bear. He felt his balls flip, the big knot that had kept his asshole closed became untied and dissolved. He was loose, the come was coming. He rode her like a cyclone, he rode her so hard that the table began walking across the room, he was bouncing it with every stroke. And then, his balls let go. His nuts cracked open and the cream shot into her pussy. They became immobile.

His balls were emptying themselves into her cunt. It was a steady stream, thick and hot. And she could not stop creaming either. Everything inside her seemed to be slowly collapsing. It was like the air being slowly let out of a balloon. Still his semen spurted. It welled up out of her pussy and ran in a stream down the crack of her ass. And then, slowly, it was over.

He collapsed on her, his cock peacefully soft at last. The pain in his balls was gone, and she was unconscious of his weight because she had creamed so long that she had passed out blissfully.

They both almost had their clothes back on when there came a knock at the door. It was a polite, apologetic knock.

"Oh Jesus," said Bloom, "I hope that's not Rand!" Nurse Rand was a good-looking woman who had somehow never discovered the joys of fucking. In fact, she had made it well known that even sex within the bounds of marriage was not acceptable. Now she was advocating procreation by artificial means with the woman being heavily anesthetized as if she were undergoing major surgery. Nurse Rand, it was thought, now suspected that some persons in the hospital were enjoying "sexual congress," and she vowed that if she ever found out who they were, she would expose them herself. Although she was Bloom's subordinate, Bloom had to be wary of her because Bloom dearly loved to fuck. But nurse Bloom managed to muster up some authority in her voice and she enquired through the door as to who was knocking and what did they want. And a small female voice answered on the other side.

It was Carol Hooks, a high school nursing student who worked in the hospital as part of her nursing course. In spite of the fucking Blazer had just done, his pecker began to rise when he heard the girl's voice. By now he and nurse Bloom had gotten their clothes on, and Bloom ordered him to open the door. Carol Hooks stood there waiting. She was a blonde. She had green eyes and a nose that was, perhaps, a little too large for her face. She had thin lips which covered small teeth. Her mouth was wide, however, but her teeth, in addition to being small, were set back so that it was hard to see whether she had any teeth at all. Except when she smiled. Then her teeth were beautiful, white, and even. She wore a tight uniform which stopped several inches above her knees, exposing her small but shapely legs.

Blazer had never seen her in anything but her uniform and he longed to see her in regular clothes with nylons and heels. In fact, he dreamed about her constantly with clothes on and without, and in his favorite dream she only wore a pair of bikini panties made of lace. She came into the room and the soreness in his dick from its recent abuse turned into excitement. She started to say something and then stopped and Blazer then realized how the room must smell to someone coming into it from the outside. The girl seemed to take a deep breath, and Blazer wondered if she recognized the smell; if she could guess what they had been doing. He hoped that she did because then she would be easier to make. He had not approached her yet because he was afraid of being turned down, and not only that, he didn't want to ruin things between them by being too crass and jeopardize any subsequent opportunity he might have with her. In short, she was a really young girl and he didn't know how to approach her. She ignored him as she talked to Miss Bloom, "They've been paging you all over the hospital, Miss Bloom. Couldn't you hear it in here? You're wanted upstairs for a meeting."

"All right, Hooks," nurse Bloom said, then she turned to Blazer and said, "Thank you, Mr. Blazer, for your help." And she left.

When she left she closed the door behind her, and Blazer was alone in the warm presence of Miss Hooks. He didn't look at her because he was afraid to. But he could feel her near him like one feels a hot stove in a small room. He pushed the table back against the wall. She didn't say anything, but he could feel her watching him. He saw that his shoes were untied and he kneeled to tie them. He saw the product of his and nurse Bloom's fucking on the floor and he got some paper towels and cleaned that up. The young Miss Hooks was standing near the examination table. "It's awful wet here," she said looking at the table. "It needs changing." And she ripped the old cover from the table and got another one from the locker and efficiently put it on. Blazer helped. "Someone was in such a hurry that they forgot to put the paper on," she said, meaning the paper used for each patient on the table. She was looking him straight in the eye.

"Well, you know, sometimes people get in a hurry," was all Blazer could say. She sat up on the table while Blazer busied himself around the room. He had nothing to do in there really, but he didn't want to leave her. He had never been this close to her and alone with her at the same time. He turned and looked at her. She was sitting there on the table with her legs crossed. He could see where her stockings stopped and where a garter belt strap came down the paradise of her thighs to hook into the welt of one of them. He felt the warmth between his own legs grow more intense, and he knew that he was swelling.

"Men never grow up," she said, "they're always like little boys."

"Why do you say that?" he asked.

"Look at you, Blazer. You're just like my little brother, your pants are open, and you have to go to the bathroom. Shame on you!"

And he looked down and saw that, indeed, his fly was still open, but he couldn't close it just then. He gathered up the old sheet and rushed off out of the room.

Blazer could have just dropped the soiled linen off at the nearest laundry drop, but instead, he went all the way down to the laundry itself. It was a big place and the air in there was always moist and warm. There were big commercial stainless steel washing machines which could hold over a hundred pounds of clothes or sheets at one time. There were large dryers which threw off heat like furnaces. There were long tables for folding sheets and commercial versions of the regular household iron, that is, they were heavier and more rugged and had no eye appeal whatsoever. Not everybody in the hospital came to the laundry. It wasn't a place fit for professionals. Once in a while, one of the girls working there would faint from the heat and humidity and an intern would come down. But the last three times they had a fainting case no one at all came down, and the girls were revived with ammonia inhalants. In fact, it was hard to realize that the laundry was an important part of the hospital at all or even located near one. But Blazer went to the laundry regularly. He had first been taken down there by another orderly, Ram, a black about the same age as himself. Most of the girls in the laundry were young black girls fresh out of the South. They were naive, sexy and very friendly, and he and Ram spent a lot of time down there. Since it was so humid and hot in the place, a lot of the girls stripped down to their panties and bras while working. The only men who ever came in there were a couple of older men who maintained the equipment and Ram and Blazer.

He went into the big room and dropped his sheet into a hamper. The place looked and felt like a sauna. There was heavy steam in the air, and he could not see much more than six feet away. The machines hummed, and howled, and clanked, and through the mist he could see figures gliding almost as if in a dream. It was a beautiful dream. Directly in front of him was a girl standing there, she had removed her bra and her breasts stuck out from her chest proudly. Blazer could see that the tips of her tits were a lighter brown than the rest of her.

She saw him coming and she made no move to cover herself, but, instead, watched him boldly, watched him as if she were used to mesmerizing men with her titties. On he came, closer, unable and unwilling to take his eyes off them. Indeed, he saw that the skin around the nipples was also lighter than the rest of her, and it was smoother and seemed to glow with a light on its own. Her nipples were big, like juicy cranberries, and just as hard. He had reached out without even remembering having decided to do so and mashed a nipple in the palm of each hand, and now his fingers were digging into the top and sides of the beautiful black skin while his thumb massaged the underside of the black girl's melons. His hands simply were not big enough to cover all of the girl's breast. His fingers gave up trying to touch her chest and nipples at the same time.

"It's feedin' time, honey. Yo'all want some of my milk?" she drawled. Her voice was like thick hot syrup and it flowed down over him, bringing him ease, peace and contentment.

"C'mon, boy," he heard her say, "lap me some. I need it." For just an instant before he lowered his head to her breast, he managed to look her over through the mist. She was young, no doubt about that, but he couldn't see her face too well. But when she smiled at him he could tell that she had a generous mouth and that her front teeth were all in and even. The steam had ruined any hair style that she would have had, and so now her hair fuzzed out from her head and the whole effect he thought wasn't at all unattractive. He saw that she had a narrow waist and that she had on white panties, bikini panties, which he could see very well against her black skin. Her thighs disappeared down through the mist and he couldn't really get a true picture of what kind of legs she had. But her thighs were full. Now he sucked a hard nipple through her lips, trying to give her as much friction as he could. He teased the hard piece of flesh with his teeth and then he roughed it with his tongue. She had been leaning with the small of her back against a table, and now that he was sucking her so well she leaned back more, bringing his whole body closer to hers. She grunted, and said softly, "Suck it, motherfucker." He went to the other breast and opened his mouth as wide as he could and took as much of her sweet meat in as he could. He let his saliva flow and soon her titty was wet and slippery enough for him to manipulate it freely.

He sucked and bit and rolled the tit around in his face. He slid his hands down into her panties and raked her ass with his fingernails. His cock was swollen against his zipper and he began humping like a dog, but he was bent over too far to be able to touch her body. He sucked her titties and fucked the air until he felt her grab his dick and squeeze it hard. With the palm of her hand she rubbed the hard knot in his crotch. He continued to blow her titties, and he tried to undo his pants. The zipper would not come down because there was too much pressure inside and she wasn't helping things any by her frantic rubbing. He tried to pull away from her so he could straighten up and undo his pants, but when she felt him cease to suck her she cried out loudly, "Goddammit, fucker, don't stop. Shit, no, don't stop now." And so, he went back to his delightful task. He heard a moan gurgle its way up out of her throat and she rubbed his cock faster, and his hips followed her, and then with a wild yell she squeezed his cock tightly and held it while his balls emptied into his underwear. Now they broke apart, "You done messed in yo' pants," she giggled, "Jus' look how wet you are." He didn't have to look. He could feel the wet, sticky product of his own body trapped in his clothes. He looked at her and saw where her panties were clinging to her. "You didn't do so bad yourself, bitch," he replied, and he laughed with her.

"You're lucky this is a laundry," she said, "Take off your pants an' drawers and I'll run them through for you."

So he took off his things and she disappeared in the steam with them. The only problem now was that he only had on a cotton tee shirt since he had left his orderly jacket up in the examination room because he had been too flustered by Carol Hooks. The tee shirt didn't come down very far and his red pubic hair was simply not enough to cover his cock. Even in the dense steam it could be seen plainly. As he wandered around, the girls stopped whatever they were doing and stared at him, and some even whistled. Every once in a while, a hand would dart out of the mist and yank on his pecker. Or else someone would run a finger between his legs from the rear. And once, a girl, light brown as a pay envelope, stood in front of him and dropped her panties to her knees, showing him the black patch at the top of her thighs. And with all the mostly black girls around him, and all the lewd remarks they made, and the feelings and rubbings they were giving him, his cock began to stand out away from his body. He thought that he had better stop wandering around in the mist or else he might walk into something and hurt himself.

He found a modest-sized room piled high with soiled linen. He didn't think at all about the hygienic problem; he was only glad that he had found a soft place to rest. He had crawled well up on the pile before he saw Ram and the girl through the mist. Even through the mist their bodies were clearly visible, since they were lying on a bed of white. The place was too small for them not to see him and the girl squealed first when she saw him. Ram just rolled his eyes over in their sockets toward him and grunted a greeting of neither surprise not alarm. He was on his back and he had a magnificent hard-on. His black cock was standing straight up and the girl had a small brown hand around it at the base. She was sitting between his legs and facing him, and the gigantic cockhead she held was glistening in the light; it was covered with spit. Obviously, she had been blowing him. After looking lazily over at Blazer, Ram returned his eyes to the girl.

"Shit, baby, go on," he told her. "You've seen that mother before." And the girl obediently lowered her head again to the big black cock. Blazer watched her intently. He knew that she was one of the smallest girls who worked down there in the laundry. She had a small sexy body with an ass that seemed designed for a much larger girl. But she carried it well and she looked neither vulgar nor wanton. It was a supple ass, which really came to life when she walked. Blazer had followed her around one day watching her ass work in the white panties she had on. He had told her that he intended to put his tongue between those beautiful cheeks, but that was as far as it had gotten. Now, he watched her sucking on Ram's cock. Her small mouth was stretched open wide, and she had most of her black man's cockhead inside of her. Blazer could see from her throat movements that her tongue was lapping at it. Unlike most cocksuckers she didn't bow her head up and down, but, instead, depended on her lips and tongue to thrill with. Blazer liked that, he knew that she must be giving maximum friction right at the glands at all times in contrast with the more common up and down method which allowed the cockhead to lose contact with either lips or cheeks and to merely just float in the moist cavern of the mouth.

He lay on his stomach and watched the girl work out, and his own cock forced its way into the sheet beneath him. Ram, who seemed to have been enjoying himself, suddenly sat up, pulling his dick out of the girl's mouth. It came out with a loud "plop" and she, with her eyes still closed, began to reach frantically for it.

"Nah, baby," said Ram. "I want some of that ass today." She sat back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and then picked a hair from her lips. She glanced over at Blazer but she said nothing to him. But to Ram she said, "I want to see the stage show tomorrow night. Will you take me?"

"You give me that ass, baby, and I'll take you anywhere you want," replied Ram urgently.

"You lying, Ram," she retorted, "I know you."

"No shit, babe, I'll do it, honest."

She looked over at Blazer as she replied to Ram. "I don't believe you, but I need a good fucking anyway."

Ram scampered around. He began to pile up a big mound of sheets. He worked hurriedly with his big cock sticking out and sometimes getting in his way.

While he was piling the sheets, Blazer crawled over to the girl who was kneeling in the same fashion as one does at an altar, and he tongued one cheek of her backside. She said nothing, nor did she turn around to see who it was, she already knew. Still on his stomach, Blazer raised himself higher and kissed the dimpled spot at the base of her spine. Now she leaned forward with her hands sinking up to their wrists in the soiled sheets, and Blazer buried his whole face into her hot behind. He had trouble reaching the bottom of her trench but he was well on the way when he heard Ram say, "Goddammit, Blaze, quit eatin' up my fuckins. I don't want to get my dick dirty fucking around in your spit." And Ram pulled the girl away from Blazer and laid her, stomach down, in the pile of sheets he had made. Then he crawled around behind her and gazed at the delightful hill of flesh before him. She was a smooth brown, much lighter than the man who was about to bung her, and Blazer could see that she had, just where her thigh met her right ass cheek, a birthmark. It was a red rash and it looked like a small universe exploding and swirling in the infinite space which made up her beautiful body. Now Ram rubbed his cock over her skin, he was like a connoisseur tasting the food, loath to swallow it, for then it would be destroyed, and yet knowing that he must eat, that he must make this delicious morsel a part of himself. Ram's dick had lost some of its tension since she had stopped sucking it, and it bent a little as he caressed her ass with it. He began rubbing it harder against her skin and into the separation that parted her cheeks.

"Goddam," exploded Ram, "Her ass is as hot as a motherfucker!" And Blazer could see the black cock stiffening out. Blazer also wondered what they would use for lubrication because the girl was small and Ram's cock rather large. Blazer was about to offer to go and find some Vaseline from the medical chest when he saw Ram's dick glowing as if it had already been greased. And indeed it had, for by rubbing his cock through the furrow of the girl's ass, he had coated his cock with the oils from her skin much as the pipe smoker shines his pipe by rubbing it along the side of his nose. Then Ram grasped the child by the bottom part of her cheeks and spread them open. He placed his cockhead well between them and removed his hands. Blazer could see that close to half of the long dick had gone from sight.

"Oh shit, keep still now, bitch," gritted Ram as he took the base of his cock between his fingers, "Let me find yo' hole and then you can shake it all you want to." Already the girl was moaning, "Come on, man, come on! Too high, baby, too high!" Blazer could see what an effort it was for her to keep from waving her big ass around, but she did keep still after arching herself up off the pile of sheets. Suddenly she grunted, "That's it, baby, wow!"

And Ram cried, "Hot damn, bitch. You're tearing the skin off my cock. Oh shit! What a nut cracker!"

She was moving her ass around like a hula dancer. Ram was becoming incoherent. He babbled and slobbered but he managed to walk on his knees behind the girl in order to keep his big dong stuffed into her big hot ass. But after a while they got winded. As they rested, Blazer could see no more of Ram's dick because it was all in the girl's ass. Ram had fallen forward over the girl's back, and they both rested on the big pile of sheets. But Blazer could see that, even though they were not moving around very much, something was happening between them. He could see the girl's haunches moving, and then he realized that she was rhythmically squeezing her ass muscles around Ram's cock. And even as he watched, he saw Ram, who was sprawled out over the girl's back, had buried his lips into the back of her neck and was gently sucking and biting her nape. She had her face buried in the sheet and Blazer wondered how was she able to breathe. But suddenly she raised her head up just like a swimmer coming up for air. She had tears coming out of her eyes and her lower hp carried the indentation of her upper teeth, and she screamed, "Ah, fuck it, baby. Go, go, go!" And Ram withdrew his cock and jammed it home again, but he seemed too weak to move vigorously. Then the girl began clawing at the sheets under her. She pulled them all away so she could have room to move, and when she was through, she was on her knees and her stomach was free to move.

First, she rotated her ass slowly in several wide circles, and then she went faster, always grunting when Ram's cock hit a certain spot inside her. Next, she began hunching back and forth, back and forth, slamming her big soft ass against Ram's groin and letting it swallow up all of his extremely hard dick. Blazer saw that Ram was utterly helpless and that he was just gritting his teeth and holding on. The girl was like a bronco, she twisted and turned, and she pulled and jammed under him. They both were sweating now and the water from their bodies was actually running down the girl's sides, and Blazer saw one drop collect at her nipple before she shook it off in her frantic movements. Then Ram began to yell. It was a long exclamation. It was as if he were being tortured, and so he was, in a delightful way.

"Oh, you bitch," he said, "I'm coming! You're making me cream, baby. Oh!"

She whipped him harder now. "Come on, come, bust your nuts, nigger. I want all your juice."

Ram yelled again, and Blazer heard the squish of his juice, and the girl continued to rub her saturated asshole against his blowing cock. She continued to move until his dick was too soft to give her any friction, and then she stopped. They lay still for a long time, it seemed to Blazer, before Ram pulled his limp peter from her. He pulled for a long time before he could retrieve it all, since she still clutched it tightly in her ass, but finally it came plopping out. It was obvious that she was not satisfied. Ram propped himself up against a wall and sat there looking at his limp organ, which lay peacefully along his thigh.

"Man," he said, "she makes you cream from your toes." And then he just concentrated on his breathing. The girl lay there watching him, "You sure carry a lot of it around with you, baby. Feels like somebody pissed up my ass. But you ain't got no control, honey, I didn't get my gun yet." Then she looked at Blazer and she said, "I still need a man." Her eyes were on his hard cock, but she said nothing else.

Blazer knew from watching Ram screw other girls that Ram had excellent control, and that he rarely came before the girl had climaxed at least twice. They used to have contests and he and Blazer were just about equal. So, as much as Blazer wanted the brown girl's big ass, he didn't want her to tell him also that he didn't satisfy her. And from the way his own cock felt, he didn't know whether he would last as long as Ram had up in her warm hole. But he considered that he had creamed already several times that day, and that, perhaps, would help him hold off. She was still on her stomach, and he moved around behind and over her. She said nothing, nor did she move. He felt that she was testing him, seeing just what he knew. He felt like an actor auditioning for an important part. He kneeled between her thighs and rested his dick on the crack of her ass. She wasn't in position and she wasn't moving. He placed his hands on her hips and gently pulled her backside up and back toward him. He let go of her to adjust his cock and she fell back down on her stomach. He cursed and he thought he heard her giggling. Again he pulled her back, but now he held her in place with one hand while he aimed his dick with the other. He found her asshole on the first try, and he began stuffing his huge cock in. He had forgotten about lubrication until just then and by now it was too late. Her hole was nibbling well on his cock now, and the pleasure was too excruciating for him to stop. Besides, she wasn't complaining, and if it hurt it would hurt her more than him. Then he remembered. Ram had furnished enough lubrication for several penetrations. And now Blazer thought that it was the first time he had ever screwed in another man's semen, but again, it was too late to stop. Now the girl was cooperating. She came back willingly, impaling herself on the big cock. Blazer could see now why Ram had gone off so soon. The girl's ass was fantastic. First there was a semi-hard ring right inside her hole that squeezed and massaged his cock. His whole dick had to go through that ring. It was like running a gauntlet. It was most sublime when he first put his cock in and the ring squeezed around it.

Now his cockhead was well into her, and was enjoying the warm moistness of her insides. But even deep up inside her she had more ridges that closed around his cockhead and the long meaty shaft that followed it, and she could move those ridges and draw his cock in more. Now he had all of his cock inside her and the rings were squeezing the base, the middle and the head of it. Then she began to move her body, just a little, just enough to move that ring from the base of his cock up a little way and then back again, rhythmically. She did this for a long time, and Blazer began tightening his own asshole to try to keep from coming. Now, she began rotating as well as pulling, and Blazer's cock grew harder and stretched further up her ass. She was moaning now, and Blazer began reciting his multiplication tables, "Eight times one is eight, eight times two is sixteen, eight times three is twenty-four, eight times four is… goddamn!" He had his head thrown back as if in prayer and he didn't hear Ram laughing, nor did he see the tears running down the black face. But he continued to recite, "Six times one if twelve… " Her ass was a wondrous thing. With it she pulled, squeezed and bent his truncheon as she rubbed that magic spot somewhere deep inside her ass.

Now the multiplication tables were fading from Blazer's lips. Every ounce of blood he had in his body was rushing to his cock, every bit of sweat he had was rushing to his cock, anything and everything that was wet in his body was rushing to his cock; and he knew that it was all going to be shot out into the girl's demanding ass. Any second now.

"Goddamn, motherfucker, not yet, not yet!" he heard her scream. He wasn't moving at all of his own accord. He was frozen as stiff as a marble statue. His neck was constricted, he wasn't breathing. His eyes were jammed shut and his lips drawn back in a death-like grimace.

Faster she went, showing him no mercy, telling him not to come and making him come at the same time. Then she snorted. She said something, but it was incoherent. She jammed his cock deeper into her ass than it had ever been before, and she froze as he let his juice go. Every muscle in his body collapsed at once and the cream shot from his cock into her rectum like the blast from a shotgun. Still she didn't move, and his come kept running out and the walls of her ass continued to milk him steadily. He was still coming when she said, "Shit!" and began to collapse onto her stomach.

He fell on top of her; he was still coming a little, and he thought it must be blood. There can't be any more come left in me.

"Shit, that was good," she said to him, although she now had her mouth buried against the dirty sheets. They lay there because they were too weak to do anything else, and he felt his dick withdrawing itself from her as it began to shrivel. He felt her ass caress it, milk it throughout its farewell journey.

He lay in the examination room. He had the door closed and the lights out. It was after lunch and he had eaten like a starving dog, and now he lay there and he could still feel the inside of the girl's ass rubbing his cock. He was bone tired and he felt that he could sleep forever. But the door opened and Miss Bloom came into the room. She turned the lights on and she stood there with her hands on her hips until he opened his eyes and looked up at her.

"You're supposed to be working, Mr. Blazer."

"I'm tired, Miss Bloom, I can't move, honest. I feel like someone's turned my balls inside out."

"Blazer, that little exercise we had this morning shouldn't affect you like that. Not a young man like you."

"But… I mean I'm sorry, Miss Bloom."

"You need a checkup. You ought to see a doctor. Meanwhile, I'll get you some vitamins. You can stay here and rest awhile, but, Blazer… "

"Yesm'm?"

"Be fresh tomorrow morning, dear."

CHAPTER II

The next morning Blazer had indeed recovered. In fact, right now he was sitting at one of the nurse's stations watching two girls, who were standing a little way down the hall talking. He would feel his life complete if he could fuck either one of them. One was the young Miss Carol Hooks who spotted his open fly after his set-to with Miss Bloom in the examination room, and the other was a woman, a little older, the mysterious nurse Rand. Miss Rand, he thought, was in her twenties. She never wore any make-up even when off duty. Blazer knew this because he had followed her home several times. But she didn't need anything on her face because it was naturally beautiful. As he looked at her, he appraised her beauty again. Her beauty wasn't of the commercial type; she wasn't a movie star or a model. She had large splotches on her cheeks and forehead, but they only made the rest of her skin whiter and purer. And she glowed; she was a brilliant pink and white woman full of life and, maybe, love.

But her attitude about sex puzzled him. He could see, perhaps, her not wanting to participate herself, but she had let it be known that she didn't think anyone should ever have sex. That and the fact that she wasn't an old dried-up woman made Blazer's dick rise whenever she was around. It really bugged him because she was so good looking and untouched. And where in the hell did she come from? Nobody knew. She was a registered nurse, she was a good nurse, but she never talked about her past, or other hospitals where she had worked. She had a good body, her legs were small and shapely. Her hips were pronounced by her small waist, and her abdomen puffed out just enough to announce to the knowledgeable man that it was soft and comfortable. Her breasts were small, but he had no doubt that she was a woman. One of the other nurses had vouched for that after some prompting by him. But he had watched her for weeks and he had never seen her with either man or woman in any situation which might lead to screwing. And so, he wanted her because she was a good looking woman and because she piqued him. And then there was the rumor that she was an ex-nun. That excited him. The other girl went on down the corridor and Miss Rand, the ex-nun, came toward him. She entered the little cubicle of desks which comprised the nurse's station for that ward. She stood there at the counter reading reports and doctors' orders, and Blazer, who sat less than three feet away, could feel the heat of her body. He could see the faint line of her panties through the uniform. He could see that she did not have on a plain slip, but she wore one with lace around the bottom of it. It was a short slip and it stopped half way down her thigh. He could see, if he concentrated, where her stocking hooked onto her garter belt and his dick began to rise. He wanted to get closer to her, so he got up and stood behind her. He pretended to look over her shoulder at the reports. He looked down and saw his cock pushing out of his pants toward her ass. He took a deep breath of her clean womanly smell and then he said, "Anything serious on the ward? Miss Rand." She laughed, but she did not turn around, thank goodness, and she said, "They're all serious, Blazer, or they wouldn't be here. You always remember that, no matter what the doctors tell you." He stood a little closer. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I don't think so," she replied pleasantly, "Why don't you just relax. It never pays to get excited."

And then she pushed herself away from the counter, and in doing so, buried her ass against Blazer's stiff dick, excused herself, and was gone. Blazer stood there alone feeling cold; his dick was still hard, but his sweat had turned to ice water when she had left. She must have felt my cock, he thought. God, what a soft ass she had. Damn her, damn her anyway.

He was ducking Miss Bloom because she would put him to work and because he didn't feel like any more examination room exercises with her right now. His encounter with nurse Rand had put him in the mood for something younger. He headed for the laundry room. But he didn't get there. He was passing the supply room when he heard a big crash come from inside. He went in and found Nellie Klutz in the distilled water again.