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   Private Duty Nurse By Connie Bedford



   "Wanna drink?" she asked him.

   "No thanks.  What else have you got to offer?"

   "Pussy?  Ass?  Fuck?  Suck?" She opened the top of her uniform.  Her bra
fastened in the front.  She unhooked it.  He saw her beautiful tits
exposed, and she stood there waiting, her arms out toward him.  He saw that
her young titties, now unconfined, were the tits of an Amazon.  "Suck ... "
She was pleading with him.

   "Let's get undressed first," he said.  He supported her as she stepped
out of her panties; with one hand he held her under an elbow and with the
other, he stroked the crevice between the cheeks of her ass, while she bent
over to remove the panties from around her foot.  Then she kicked the
panties away and stood up, and at the same time she grabbed his cock.

   That was what she really wanted.



   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.

   "Nellie," he said, using a voice he thought sounded like a stern but
fond disciplinarian, "are you cutting that medicinal alcohol with distilled
water again?"

   Nellie Klutz was a hospital helper, which meant that she did any kind of
work that was dirty or unpopular.  She was a young girl of about twenty,
but big, an Amazon, shapely with gigantic breasts, long brown hair and a
retarded mind.  When she was a child, she had stuck her hand into an empty
lamp socket.  They managed to save her life, but her brain was damaged, and
in a little while, her body marched right along.  Her mother was a
showgirl, long legged with big titties, and she passed all this on to her
little girl, who was now protected by the state and allowed to work in the
hospital during the day and then back to the home for the retarded at
night. She was well taken care of, the powers-that-be had provided for her
every need, except sex.  And she loved sex.  It was the only time she made
sense.  She also loved the one hundred-and-ninety proof medicinal alcohol,
and after a few swallows of that, she loved sex even more.  One time,
Blazer recalled, as he watched Nellie drinking out of the beaker she had
mixed the alcohol and water in, she had gotten her fill of liquor and
floated into the room of a cardiac patient, a man of about fifty years, and
when the man's nurse went into the room, there was Nellie astride the man's
cock, twisting and pulling it with her fabulous pussy.  The nurse had to
call Blazer, who had to actually lift Nellie off the man forcibly because
she didn't want to get off and the man didn't want to let her off.  The old
boy almost died that night.  His doctor was mad as hell, but the patient
was rich, and he gave the hospital some equipment on the condition that
Nellie not be fired or disciplined.  Now he saw that she was through
drinking, and she seemed to see him for the first time.  She held the
beaker out toward him.

   "Drink?"

   "No thanks.  What else have you got to offer?"

   "Pussy?  Ass?  Piss?  Fuck?  Suck" She opened the top of her uniform. 
Her bra fastened in the front.  She unhooked it.  He saw her beautiful tits
exposed, and she stood there waiting, her arms out toward him, and he saw
that her young titties, the titties of an Amazon, now unconfined, reached
beyond the elbow joint of her outstretched arms.

   "Suck ...  " She was pleading with him now, and her voice took on an
enticing, pleading tone that made her sound as if she had more sense than
most other women Blazer knew.  He went over and locked the door and again
reminded himself how shrewd he was to have put a lock on the inside of the
supply room door.  Then he walked back toward her.

   "Let's get undressed," he said.  She stood there with her head cocked
quizzically and then he said, firmly, "Naked, bitch, naked." And the fight
returned to her eyes and she began pulling her clothes off.  Now he stood
in his white socks watching her removing her panties.  His cock stood out
red and angry like the inflamed cock of a heated stud dog.  His thick, red
luxuriant crop of sex hair came almost up to his navel and even grew
somewhat down the length of his dick, and only his balls were not fully
covered, but a thick strand of kinky red stuff grew in the channel that
separated his balls and in between his legs and around his asshole.  His
balls were too big to simply nestle in between his legs, so they hung
proudly in front, just under the massive stiff cock which they fed.  And in
anticipation, they began to churn and pump as he saw the unkempt hairs of
Nellie's pussy come from under the cover of her brief panties.  He
supported her as she stepped out of her panties; with one hand, he held her
under an elbow and with the other, he stroked the crevice between the
cheeks of her ass, while she bent over to remove the panties from around
her foot.  Then she kicked the panties away and stood up, and at the same
time she grasped his cock.  She was a big woman, and she did have big hands
and was able to encircle his cock, but just barely.  She was strong too. 
She squeezed it and he could feel the pressure dully, and he thanked God
that he had a full hard-on, or else she would have crushed his poor cock.
She dipped beneath him slightly, so that her upper thigh rubbed along the
bottom of his balls, and now her titties were just at the level of his
mouth.

   "Suck ...  shit," she grunted.

   She was holding him now as if he weighed nothing, he knew that he was
off balance, but he did not fall, he could not fall.  She held him to her
and he wondered if he could get away if he wanted to, but it was merely an
academic question which required no answer.  In between her titties he
pursed his mouth, sucking and biting at her chest.  He reached back behind
his ears and found the hard nipples, and he palmed them as a child would an
apple he is about to steal.  Then he began to kiss the side of her tits,
and he felt himself being carried over toward a wall.  She leaned against
that wall and held him to her, and he felt her pussy rubbing against his
thigh, while a thigh of hers was generating heated friction against his
balls.  He put one of the nipples into his mouth and sucked it mightily,
and she grunted and rubbed her pussy against his thigh faster.  He bit down
on the nipple and she cried out and wet his thigh with the juices from her
cunt.  Meanwhile his dick was being squeezed between their two bodies and
was lying flat against their stomachs.  Having his stiff dick pushed up
like that in an unnatural bent was beginning to pain him, but when she
creamed, she released him somewhat and he was able to back off and allow
his cock to assume a more comfortable position.  He continued to massage
her breasts; he rolled them both at the same time.

   He pulled and caressed and rolled them against each other.  He squeezed
them is his together, bringing the nipples so close together that he could
lick each one with a simple side to side swing of his head.

   "Suck.  Suck.  Shit!" she moaned, and she began to sink toward the
floor. He could not hold her up because she was just too heavy for him, and
so, when she sat down on the floor, her titties pulled away from his mouth.
He leaned over to continue sucking them, but the position was
uncomfortable, and so, he had to straighten himself up.  When he did so, he
found that he had buried his big cock deep between her big milk bags.  The
heat was terrific there, especially when she reached out and squeezed her
tits together so that his cock rubbing between them could feel more
friction.  He tangled his fingers in her hair as he worked his hips and
thrust his cock in between her fat teats.  Then he felt the pressure
against his cock lessen somewhat, and he opened his eyes and looked down at
her.  She was no longer holding her boobs together against his cock, and
for the first time, he heard her begging quietly, "Suck, suck suck ...  "

   She held a cheek of his ass in each of her big hands, and as she leaned
back, his big red cock popped up from between her breasts, and the head of
it, the big purple nut with the deep slit in it oozing pre-fuck juices, hit
the underside of her chin with a dull thump.  She squealed and came forward
again and buried the hot cockhead into the hollow of her neck just under
her chin.  She clasped his ass cheeks tightly; she used them as handles,
and she pulled him toward or away from her as she desired.  She rolled his
cock between her chin and neck, and then between her cheek and shoulder. 
She played with his cock joyously, like an animal with its favorite
plaything.  And then she pulled him back, way back, freeing his cock
completely.  She watched it wave stiffly there right at the tip of her
nose, and she said, "Cock, good, suck." And she nuzzled the angry glands
with her nose, then she licked the deep oozing slit with her tongue and
then, again with her tongue, she wet the whole head; and all the while she
was squeezing and caressing his ass.

   She opened her mouth slightly, and she nodded her head forward and took
the big head of his cock inside her.  Now she rocked back away from his
cock, watching it bounce slowly there in front of her, then she came
forward again and took the head of it into her mouth again.  The fingers of
her right hand were touching those of her left in the crack of his ass and
they roamed along the smelly trench like prostitutes working a dark street.


   "More," he heard her say, and he felt her slide his whole cock into her
mouth.  She closed her mouth tightly around his organ and puffed her cheeks
out with air, and she rode her mouth up and down the length of his cock. 
Even though he already had a hard-on, her sucking made his cock grow even
bigger, and now even she, the horny Amazon, could not get it all in her
mouth.  She no longer controlled the movements of his ass.  Now he fucked
her in the mouth of his own accord.  He held her by the shoulders and swung
his hips back and forth while he watched his cock pistoning in and out of
her mouth.  He rose up on his toes and shoved it in when he wanted it deep
into her throat, and he bent his knees and flicked his hips upward when he
wanted it to rub against the roof of her mouth.  He felt one of her hands
leave his ass, then he felt that same hand reposition itself between his
legs.  She held his balls with that hand while he oscillated back and
forth, slipping his blood-filled, purple-red, big, hard cock in and almost
out of her hot greedy mouth.  He heard her moan, and he looked down and saw
the saliva oozing out of her mouth, lubricating her lips, and covering his
shaft with a glistening coat.  He saw the spit run down her cheeks and drip
onto her heavy breast, and his cock in her mouth made a gushing sound while
it grew harder.

   Her fingers now busied themselves around his asshole.  The hand between
his legs had left his balls and her two index fingers were probing and
pulling at his anus.  She pulled and stretched his shit hole as if it were
made of rubber.  Then she seized him with all her strength, and gripped his
ass with her strong hands and clamping down on his cock with her lips and
teeth until he could no longer fuck in and out of her mouth, she held him
immobile.  And when she knew that he had ceased his struggling, she still
held on to his dick with her mouth, but she released his ass and began to
molest his anus again.  With two fingers of one hand she spread the bung
hole apart and slowly worked the index finger of the other hand into his
clinched shit box.  In her finger went.  He threw his head back in agony
and ecstasy.  Her finger probed deeply, well past the second joint.  His
cock grew too hard for her to hold with her teeth.  But now he didn't move,
there was no desire for him to move.  There was no strength for him to
move. His brain was overloaded with too much pleasure; he no longer had any
reason or rationale.  He was no longer a human being.  He was only an
animal, and at this moment the half-wit girl, whose mouth was full of his
cock, was his intellectual, as well as physical, superior.  She rotated her
finger deep in his asshole.  Around and around it went, touching a vital
spot inside him.  He felt her mouth leave him and he automatically looked
down, his mindless eyes seeking the cause of her desertion.  But she had
not left him.  Her mouth was only a fraction of an inch away from his
cockhead, and she held it open, breathing on his gigantic glands.  He could
feel the hot breath from her throat.  Behind him, her fingers searched
inside his ass, and then one stopped on that sensitive spot.

   Somewhere deep inside his mind-what was left of it-cursed.  How did she
know of this spot?  What betrayed him?  Her finger caressed that spot
unrelentingly, and each time she flicked it, hot flashes invaded his whole
body.  Each time she flicked it, every muscle he had collapsed and then
valiantly regained strength until her finger came back again.  He felt her
panting on his cock tip.  Now the strokes inside his ass were coming
faster, and his muscles were being given less and less time to rebuild
their strength.  And the crisis was upon him.  He whimpered and made
incoherent pleas, and then he caved in.  There was instantaneous blackness
and excruciating pleasure as his cock fire-hosed gallon after gallon of
pure come into her open mouth.  Too much of it came for her to swallow at
once.  It gurgled back out of her mouth and fell on her titties and
stomach. It shot into her face and in her hair before she could get the
rampaging cock under control, but she managed to grab it and direct it back
to her mouth, and when that was full, she pulled herself up from the floor
enough to spread her legs wide and she aimed the still spurting dick at her
pussy and drenched her pubic hairs and cunt with the delicious juice.

   Blazer was coming back to his senses now, his balls were still churning
out the come, and he saw her there with her legs open and her pussy agape.
Her hand was jerking him off and big globs of come hit her pussy like
bullets.  His asshole was still burning from her finger exercises, but he
still had feeling in his cock.  Now he wanted the warm haven of her cunt.
He fell to his knees and pulled her hand away from his dick.  He guided his
cock to her pussy and sank it in.  There was warmth and comfort there no
sucking or jerking could ever offer.  He stayed in her deeply, feeling his
cock build up its strength again.  It went from cartilage to bone; it now
filled her pussy completely, and she hooked her legs over his shoulders. 
He fucked her steadily and without comment.  All the comes he had had would
be nothing to the one he was working up to.  He knew that there was no
substance left in him to give to her, but somewhere inside him there was
one muscle that hadn't let go yet.  But it was coming.

   She began to fuck back.  She tossed his dick up and down the length of
her pussy.  His toes began to curl, it was coming.  She bit down on his
shoulder, she moaned, she cried, she came.  And so did he.  He pistoned his
cock in and out at an incredible speed and her greedy cunt scoured his
balls and found enough come to drench her pussy very well.  He felt himself
spurting with every plunge of his cock, and he called her a bitch and a
whore for draining him so.  But he was relieved, and everything inside him
relaxed.  He became rapidly weak and slowly settled onto her lush Amazon
body.  And in her weakness all she could do was cradle him.

   * * *

   Not long after his adventure in the supply room, Blazer sat in the snack
room and weakly held a hot cup of machine-made coffee in his hands.  Nellie
Klutz had completely emptied him.  He felt like a hollow man, a cheap china
doll.  There was no substance within him; he consisted only of the thin,
fragile outer covering which enclosed nothing.  Even in his mind there was
neither contentment nor discontent, but only a grey mixture in which his
mind soaked while his brain and his body recovered from their recent
excesses.  The cup trembled in his hands as he sipped from it.  And then he
looked up, and there stood Miss Bloom.  Her eyes were sparkling, her lips
wet, and she had Ram clutched by the sleeve.  He stood towering over her
like a black exclamation point.

   "Come, Mr.  Blazer, I've been looking all over for you," she said.  "I
have something special I want you to do for me." Blazer got slowly to his
feet and swayed there.  Miss Bloom and Ram started off, and when she
realized that he was not following, she stopped and turned and said, "Mr.
Blazer, please hurry.  I need you now." And hollow, weak, and limp, he
meekly came along.

   There was a nurse's lounge on the same floor as the snack bar, but it
was kept closed and locked because it was scheduled to be incorporated
along with two other adjoining rooms as an examination station for
outpatients.  The nurses had a brand new lounge in the next wing, but Miss
Bloom had a key to this one.  As she approached the door, she already had
the key segregated from the many others hanging from her waist and she held
it in front of her aiming for the keyhole as if she would win a prize if
she succeeded in slipping the key into the tiny hole on the first try. 
And, indeed, Blazer saw that she was biting her lower lip as she jiggled
the key in the lock, and he knew from past observations that it was her
anticipation that was making her do that.  She always did that when she was
hauling him off somewhere to fuck.  Then the door was open, he blinked
once, and she had disappeared through it, and behind her, Ram shuffled into
the room.  When Blazer got into the room, she had already sat down on the
leather-covered sofa with her dress well up past the tops of her stockings,
and her fat, ivory-white thighs curving out of the white cotton hosiery and
around the straps of her garter belt.  Blazer came through the door and
plodded over to the sofa, and he heard her say, "Close the door, Mr. 
Blazer.  Please!" And he turned, like a low-grade idiot, and began to plod
back toward the door.  Then he heard her exasperated voice say, "Oh Ram,
close the door for him.  He'll be forever getting back over there." He saw
a black blur and the door was closed.  "Lock it," she commanded, and he
heard the click of the lock.  Over toward the nice soft sofa he limped.

   "Look like that one Blaze what ain't got much heat," drawled Ram.

   "You just mind your own black ass business, Ram.  C'mon Blazer, honey,
nurse Bloom'll fix you up.  Did you lock that door, Whitewash?"

   "I locked it," replied Ram.

   "Well, undress me then.  Blazer, take off your clothes, dear." Blazer
sighed and arose from the couch where he had gratefully eased himself down
just a few seconds ago.  Mechanically he began to remove his clothes, and
absent-mindedly, he watched Ram undress Miss Bloom.  First, Ram took off
her shoes.  He was down on his knees and she held her shapely legs open
while he worked at her feet, not watching what he was doing, but instead,
keeping his eyes hypnotically on the thin strip of nylon that just barely
covered her pussy.  Next, Ram began removing her stockings.  With both
hands he gently grasped one leg at the ankle and slowly he moved his hands
up toward the top of her stocking.  His hands were forced further apart by
the gradually increasing curvaceous wealth of her thighs, and when the back
of his black knuckles touched her naked white thigh skin, she raised her
ass off the sofa and sucked her breath in loudly.  Ram fumbled with the
stocking clasp.

   "Oh, don't you wish you could get some of this hot white pussy?" she
taunted him.

   "Ah sho do," replied Ram automatically.

   "Well, if you be a nice nigger I might give you some of my pee to
drink."

   "Yesm'm." Ram dragged the stocking off and started on the other leg.

   "Goddamn," Miss Bloom grunted, "Blazer, bring your sweet cock over
here."

   Blazer walked over.  He was completely naked and he stood to one side of
her so that Ram could unbutton her uniform which was secured by a series of
buttons, which ran from her neck just under her chin, down between her full
breasts, and there was one naughty button right at her navel.  And the last
button, which Ram had trouble with because it was in the hem of her uniform
which was hiked up to her crotch, and which he couldn't undo without
burying his knuckle into her pussy which, in turn, caused her to moan and
twist, making him lose the button again.  But he did manage to get it
undone.  Now she had hold of Blazer's limp peter.  She pulled on it like a
bell rope while Ram unsnapped her bra which had clasps in the front.  After
her titties were free, she pulled Blazer over close to her, making him
kneel down on the couch next to her.  She took his uncharged fire hose and
rubbed it over both of her naked breasts.  She rubbed the underside of it
against her red nipples and they grew hard and bigger.  Ram tugged at her
panties and she raised herself from the sofa so that he could pull them
from her ass.  She reached out and cupped Blazer's empty, but still big,
balls.  Ram worked the panties down over her thighs and finally extricated
each foot from its silky folds.  Then he licked the bottom of her right
foot, and then in between her toes while she rubbed Blazer's
un-enthusiastic cock under her chin.  Ram sucked on her big toe.  She
rubbed Blazer's cock along the cheeks of her face.  Ram licked the insides
of her leg.  She put Blazer's machine into her mouth.  Up toward her pussy,
Ram came along a wet, warm path.  She sucked on Blazer's cock, but then she
stopped and said, "Assholes for niggers, Ram.  Suck my ass." She put both
of her feet up on Ram's shoulders and rested herself on her spine so that
her brown button was available to him, and then she went back to licking
and sucking Blazer's bent pipe.  Ram puckered his lips to match the
puckered hole facing him.  Gently he applied his mouth to her shit hole and
began to eat.

   Blazer could not get any feelings into his cock in spite of Miss Bloom's
ministrations.  He had tried and now he had given up.  She stopped blowing
him and looked quizzically at his peter as it flopped around in her fist.

   "Blazer," she said, "there's something wrong with you."

   "No there ain't, Miss Bloom," he replied.

   "The hell you say.  I can suck a rag doll up, but you're as limp as an
empty stocking.  Have you been fucking that Nellie Klutz again?  If you
have, I'll have that crazy-witted bitch sent to a home somewhere."

   "No ma'm, I ain't seen Nellie for a week."

   "Well, then you're sick, goddammit, you're sick!  Jesus, what am I going
to do?  Oh, Ram!  You're biting me."

   She examined Blazer's cock closer.

   "Yes," she said, "you need an examination.  I'll make an appointment for
you to see a doctor.  But I need a fucking and there's no one around to
give me one.  Oh!  Ram, dammit, you bit me again!"

   Ram stopped his sucking and stood up.  His cock stood out like a large
flag pole from a small building; it was a blood-filled, black, gigantic,
battle-scarred weapon, and it waved there just inches from Miss Bloom's
breasts, and slowly she released Blazer's flabby tool.  Unbelievingly she
stared at Ram's dong.

   "Oh shit, he's going to rape me," she cried.

   "No I ain't," said Ram.

   "Save me, Blazer," she yelled.

   "Don't rape her," said Blazer listlessly.

   "Ah won't," replied Ram.

   "Ram, don't you hit him, you ape.  You'll kill him." She put her arms
out to protect Blazer.

   "Ah ain't gonna hit nobody," Ram explained.

   "Blazer, you can't handle him without a gun.  He's a nigger, he's not
all human.  I'll give him what he wants.  Oh, the white woman's burden!"

   She reached out and grabbed Ram's cock.  With both hands she pulled it
toward her.  Ram, unbalanced, fell forward on her, and his cock went into
her pussy with a loud slurp.  For a full minute, they lay immobile, unable
to move because of the ecstasy of the sudden contact.

   "Oh, Jesus," she cried.

   "Hot damn," moaned Ram.

   They twisted sideways and lay along the couch; she had one foot flat on
the floor while the other one was flung over the back of the couch.  Ram
had both knees on the couch and they were parted enough so that Blazer
could see the big, thick, black spade handle being gobbled by Miss Bloom's
greedy, joyfully stretched white cunt.  At first, because Ram was on his
knees while Miss Bloom was flat on her back, they couldn't reciprocate up
and down in the traditional way, but instead, Miss Bloom rotated her warm
moist cunt around as much of Ram's cock as she could get into her.  Blazer
could see through Ram's legs that she was vainly trying to engorge more of
the big cock into her pussy by trying to rise up, but the way she was
positioned she simply could not do it.  But all the while she was yelling,
"Oh, he's killing me.  Oh shit, he's too goddamned big!  I can't stand it!"


   She flung her arms out and clenched and unclenched her fists.  She
tossed her head from side to side and her face became a mask of
pseudo-pain. Blazer could see Ram's massive ball sacs churn and he could
see the cheeks of Ram's ass tighten.

   "Oh, I'm coming," Miss Bloom cried, and with a mighty superhuman effort,
she pulled herself up along Ram's black cock, using her leg which she had
over the back of the couch as a lever to hoist her whole body.  Now she
pumped him rapidly, and Blazer could see, as her pussy pistoned up and
down, the part of Ram's cock that she was able to conquer, the glistening
milk-like product of her cunt coating the black cock like thick saliva. 
And in the midst of her spasms Ram grunted one single low sound and with a
sudden powerful thrust he pinioned Miss Bloom's up-and-down ass right to
the couch.  She shot both legs straight up into the classical vee of sexual
surrender and all three of them in the room held their breaths as, Blazer
could see, Ram's balls began to shoot scalding thick juice into Miss
Bloom's cunt.  Blazer could see it coming down inside Ram's cock like a
snake regurgitating, wave after wave it came.  Then he saw her inundated
pussy, filled to capacity, overflow.  The stuff came out in explosive
spurts, thick, rich, white.  Thick globules of it clung to both pairs of
thighs.  It ran like melted wax down out of her pussy and along the channel
of her ass.  It lay in a viscous pool on the couch.  Now Blazer's own cock
stood up.  He waited for Ram to get off, but instead the black orderly
reached down and grabbed Miss Bloom by the cheeks of her happy ass and,
leaning back on his knees, he pulled her ass up off the couch so that only
her shoulders touched it.  Like a bullet leaving a gun barrel, his cock
rammed into her pussy.  Ahead of it was pushed a great mass of air which
made a vulgar sound, and the air pushed out more juice.  It came out like
shotgun pellets, it splattered Ram's stomach, and some of it flew between
his legs and sprayed Blazer and the wall behind him; the whole movement was
so fast and unexpected that Miss Bloom could only manage a weak, delighted
"Oooh!" Now Ram's cock was buried up to the hilt.  His balls rested against
Miss Bloom's soft warm ass.  She threw her arms overhead and pressed
herself up against him even tighter.  Silently they deep-fucked that way
for a long time.

   Then Ram got up to his knees.  He leaned back and rested her ass on his
thighs while still keeping his cock buried deeply in her pussy.  In this
position she could no longer comfortably keep her leg on the back of the
couch, so she laid it along the sofa itself, between the back and his
kneeling body.  With her shoulders on the sofa, her big soft ass on his
fore-thighs, her pussy, loaded with his hot dick, was positioned up in the
air and at his mercy.  With both hands he grasped her at the waist and held
her firmly.  Now he began a fantastic, hoochy-koochy movement of his pelvis
which pistoned his cock back and forth in her fiery pussy at a rapid rate.
She tried to move, but he held her mid-section immobile.  With each thrust,
her pussy got hotter, with each thrust his cock became harder, with each
thrust his dick went in a little deeper, with each thrust he pumped her a
little higher and she knew that whatever it was that he was building in her
was bound to burst soon.  She tried to scream out her joy, but no sound
came except the weak regular grunt each time he reached the bottom of her
inflamed cock.  Blazer had never seen nurse Bloom treated like this before.
She usually had her wits about her, and had some command of the situation,
but now, here she was as helpless as if she really was being raped.  He
watched Ram's black cock engorge the raised pussy; he saw the copious
amounts of fluid which flowed where cunt swallowed cock.  He saw how the
brown hairs of her pussy were drenched with, it; he saw how the black kinky
hairs of Ram glistened and dripped with the pearly essence of fuck juice.

   And Ram fucked on.  Miss Bloom shuddered and creamed, her eyes rolled
back in her head and then closed.  Ram raised up on his knees a little to
get a better shot into her.  Her eyes popped open; she watched him without
blinking once.  She knew what was happening, she could feel his cock
burning hotter, getting harder, she could hear the moan rising up out of
him.  She tightened her asshole, which made her pussy suck the black dick
harder; she felt his grip weakening on her waist, and she managed to thrust
her pussy down on him, rubbing her clit hard against his moving cock.  And
she found her voice,

   "Oh you black sonofabitch, fuck me!  Sock it to me!  Oh Lord, I want it
all ..." And she felt his dick jump, and he stopped moving but held his
dick head against the back wall of her grinding, sucking pussy, and with a
hoarse shout, he came.  It was just one thick, hot stream of semen which
made her respond with a frightening climax of her own.  And then they both
went into a well-earned stupor with their wet bodies still entwined, their
sweat mingling and collecting in little rivulets on the leather couch.  But
even as Blazer was putting on his clothes, he saw Ram's backside begin a
weak but steady grind, and he saw Miss Bloom respond.  With some
difficulty, Blazer managed to zip up his pants and he left the room,
closing the door quietly on the two mating animals.

   CHAPTER III

   Blazer's cock was hard.  It pushed painfully against his trousers, and
he wondered around the halls of the hospital trying to cool off.  He had
just gotten things under control when he found himself in the intensive
care section for heart patients.  He had never made a habit of coming over
here because there simply was no reason for him to do so.  The nurses over
here were strictly for business, and the patients were mostly men and they
were immobile and monitored electronically.  Ironically, most of the money
for setting up this ward came from the patient who was attacked by Nellie
Klutz.  Here the halls were quiet and the nurses stayed at the monitoring
station, and only an occasional visitor was seen in the hall.  Blazer
rounded a corner and found his dick jammed into the soft ass cheeks of a
young woman who was bent over, walking backwards, and pulling a large
chair. They collided with some force, and he had to grab her by her ample
hips to keep her from being knocked headfirst into the seat of the soft
chair she was dragging.  It was obvious to him that through her dress, slip
and nylon panties that she had felt his alert cock harden in the crevice of
her buns.  Blazer pulled himself away from her reluctantly and apologized.
She turned and faced him, her eyes scanning his face, then his crotch, and
back to his face again.  She was a platinum blond, well cared for, and
Blazer guessed, about in her late twenties.  She wore expensive clothes and
only enough make-up to be in style.

   "There's no chair in my husband's room," she laughed, "and I was just
trying to drag this monster in there.  I stole it from another room.  I
hope you won't turn me in."

   "Oh no, ma'm," said Blazer.  "In fact, I'll help."

   "It's heavy," she said, "Maybe we both ought to work together.  I'll
pull and you push."

   Then she turned and bent over to take the chair by the arms again.  And
in doing so, the back of her hand touched Blazer's semi-hard dick, and when
she bent over to the chair, heir hip brushed against him.  He got behind
the chair and began to push while she pulled.  Being bent over as she was,
he could see right down the front of her dress, which hung away from her
beautiful body.  She wore a lacy, pale blue half-bra which only managed to
cover the lower half of her breast and the nipples.  But even so, he could
see the top half of each of her dark aureoles.  Blazer felt that she must
have been aware of his staring at her because she looked up into his face
and then down at what he was staring at, and she made no attempt to cover
herself.  But too soon, they reached the room and she had to straighten up
to open the door.

   "In here," she whispered, and she smiled at him.  Inside, there was a
man lying under an oxygen tent.  He didn't move when they came in, and the
tent, made of clear plastic, was misted over inside with water vapor.  She
went over and looked down at her husband.

   "He's in a slight coma.  But he'll be all right."

   "You seem very calm," whispered Blazer.

   "Oh, we've been through this before."

   "Gee, I can't see him too good through the mist, but he sure looks real
young to be having heart trouble."

   "The poor dear was born with it.  We were trying to decide whether or
not he should have an operation, but now I suppose there's no question
about it.  Now we have to get him strong enough to travel to Sweden for
it."

   "Poor guy."

   "Oh, it's not as bad as it seems.  We're sure that the operation is
going to be a success, and he's definitely not poor.  We both have a little
money, that is, our families do."

   "I still feel sorry for him."

   "You have a nice, soft heart.  But you're not soft all over are you?"

   She sat down in the chair and kicked her shoes off.  She folded her legs
under her and her dress rose up to mid thigh.

   "You feel sorry for him, but don't I get any compassion?  After all,
having a sick husband does pose a certain delicate problem for the wife,
especially if the man can't exert himself, and hasn't been able to do so
for months."

   She rubbed her legs, apparently absent mindedly, as she talked, and
Blazer stood over her watching, feeling his cock grow.

   I ...  I feel sorry for you too," he stammered.

   She unfolded her legs and crossed them.  "Of course you do," she said.

   Then she got up, and in her stocking feet, walked over to the small
toilet that was set like a closet in one wall of the room.  The mirror and
sink of the toilet faced the open door, and she stood there in front of the
mirror with her back to him and began to tamper with her hair.  She stood
wide legged and the tight dress tightened more around her young body.

   "Did you like what you saw when I was pulling the chair?"

   "Yes."

   "What did you see?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "What was it that you were staring at when I looked up at you?"

   "You know."

   "Tell me, and I'll show them to you."

   "Your titties ...  "

   "You want to see them badly, don't you?" She was laughing.

   "Yeh ...  "

   She walked out of his sight toward the commode, which was hidden behind
the wall to the right of the doorway.  She said nothing, and all he heard
was the blood rushing in his ears.  His cock poked against his pants.  He
stood there waiting.

   "Come here," he heard her say softy.

   He went into the toilet.  She stood there just to the side of the
commode; she had piled her clothes neatly on the commode tank and now she
was completely naked.  She fixed her eyes on his and held a breast in the
palm of each hand.  Still watching him, she slowly caressed the undersides
of her beautiful melons.  She teased her own nipples until they stood out
red and angry like bee stings.  He went to her, his mouth watering, and
bent to her and took a hard nipple into his hungry mouth.  While he was
sucking her he felt her small hands capture his stiff cock through his
pants.  She stroked him methodically while he sucked.  He put a hand
between her legs and began to stroke gently.  He treated her like an
expensive, delicate creature.  She was obviously rich and used to the
better things of life, and he was determined that she would not consider
him some lower-class animal.  He heard her whisper in his ear for him to
take his clothes off, and immediately, he obeyed.  There was a shower right
opposite the commode and while he was undressing, she disappeared into the
shower stall.  He was thinking, when he saw her go in, that how perfectly
natural for a rich girl like her to want to be clean before exposing
herself to her man.

   He had decided while entering the shower right behind her that he too
would cleanse himself just for her.  She turned to face him as he entered.

   "I don't know what to say," she said.

   "Just turn the water on," he replied.

   "Not yet.  You see, I have a little hang-up about sex.  I don't always
get to indulge myself as I like to, but I thought that you being associated
with the medical field, you would understand.  And also being so
gentlemanly you'd cater to a lady's whims."

   "You're so beautiful, I'd do anything for you."

   "Come closer."

   He did so, and she hefted his cock and balls in her hands.

   "Oh, that's a pisser, that's really a pisser," she said.  Then she told
him to sit down on the floor.  And he sat down on the cold shower floor and
propped himself against the frigid tile wall, but he was so excited that he
hardly noticed any discomfort.  Still standing over him, she turned her
back to him.  He watched her beautiful ass as she squatted down toward him.
His dick reached out for her body.  Now she reached between her bent legs
and grasped his blood-hardened tool.  While holding his stiff cock against
her crotch she rubbed the shaft of his dick between her legs, splitting her
wet trench with it.  She began to moan, "Yes ...  yes ...  it makes me want
to do it.  Can I do it, baby?"

   And he replied agonizingly, "Yes, you beautiful bitch, you can do
anything you want to."

   "Oh shit.  It's coming!"

   He threw his head back against the hard wall as he felt what she was
doing to him.

   "Hotdamn," he cried, "your piss feels good."

   She was peeing on the head of his cock and the piss ran down onto his
abdomen and dribbled off his balls.  It ran like heated wine, and all the
while she was pinching rhythmically the underside of his cockhead with her
fingers, playing in her own water.  His balls began to churn, and he nearly
shot his load, but he regained control of himself.  She raised up from him
a little.

   "Lie flat on the floor," she requested, and he managed to do so but his
legs stuck out of the shower stall.

   "Do you like me?" she asked.

   "I love you."

   "Am I beautiful?"

   "Gorgeous."

   "You could eat me up, couldn't you?"

   "Oh, yes, ma'm."

   "You've never had a rich piece like me before, have you?"

   "No ...  "

   She went to her knees in front of him.  Her hair clung to her shoulders
as she grasped his cockhead into her mouth.  She sucked it briefly and then
said, "Give me some pee."

   "I'll try," he said.

   "Please," she begged, and she tilted her head downward and pushed the
top of it against his abdomen while she fondled his tool and brushed the
shaft against her kissing lips.  He made his muscles relax and the nectar
she wanted so badly began to come.  It seemed to catch her by surprise, for
when she felt it wetting her fingers, she fumbled frantically to get the
spouting head into her mouth.  She swallowed what she wanted and the rest
forced its way between lips and cock and flowed down onto her breast and
thighs.  She sat back from him and rubbed the piss all over the front of
herself.  She rubbed it well between her legs, and then she made a small
outcry and collapsed against his legs.  Gently, he picked her up and turned
on the shower.  A girl like her, he thought, likes to be clean.

   The next morning nurse Bloom told him, rather coldly, that she had made
an appointment for him with the resident doctor.  She herself didn't know
who the doctor was, but whoever it was Blazer was to report and explain his
problem; otherwise, she said she would have to see about terminating his
job because he was not healthy enough to work around sick people.  So that
morning he sat around waiting for his hour of appointment to come.  He sat
in the nurse's station and read a magazine from the day room.  Carol Hooks,
the high school student nurse, came in.  She had a small package in her
hand as she flopped down in the chair next to him.

   "What are you doing?  Goofing off?" she asked.

   "Naw, I got an appointment to see the doctor," he mumbled.

   "S'matter, you sick?"

   "Naw, Bloom wants me to."

   "She ought to know that there's nothing wrong with you.  You're probably
just exhausted, that's all."

   "Why in the hell do you say that?"

   "Oh, never mind."

   Abruptly she extended a leg out and pulled her uniform well up on her
thigh.

   "Tore my stocking," she said.  "Lucky I had some money to buy some
more."

   She began taking her new stockings from the bag, but then she paused,
"I'd better not change them here.  Some poor guy might come along and go
ape.  I'll be in the store room."

   She got up and went into the small shelf-lined room next to the nurse's
station.  She only closed the door partially, and he could see her shadow
as she moved just behind the door.  He sat there for a few moments and then
almost automatically he got up and went to the little room she was in.  He
stepped around the door and stood there boldly and watched her.  And she,
just as boldly, went on with what she was doing.  She had the hem of her
uniform tucked under her chin.  Her slip fitted so tightly that it just
stayed there where she had pulled it, around her small waist.  Her panties
were brief and pink but with a lacy overlay of very dark red, which allowed
the pink to show through as if it were her very own skin.  White, silky
garter belt suspenders came from under her panties and latched on to the
straining welt of her overloaded stockings.  The stockings squeezed her
thighs almost like a tourniquet, and as he stood there she unfastened the
last snap of the torn stocking and began to roll it down her leg.  He could
see a red reproduction of garter belt fastener and the strap itself printed
on her full white thigh.  She already had her shoes off, so leaning against
the shelving, she bent her leg and yanked the stocking off her foot.  He
watched it float through the air toward him, and as slow as it went, he
didn't try, nor was he sure that he could, get out of its way.  It landed
lazily on the top of his head and the exhausted welt, still warm from the
heat of her upper thigh, settled ever so lightly against his nose and
mouth. One eye was obscured by the stocking, but with the other, he could
see her massaging the red indentations in her meat.

   "Oh, goddamn," she said.  "I'll be marked for life.  My thighs are so
fat.  I bet you didn't know I had such big legs up here did you, Blazer? 
C'mere, see if you can get these marks off of me."

   When she looked up from her legs, all she saw was her stocking floating
down to the floor, but she felt Blazer's hands on her thigh.  He kneaded
her gently.

   "Oh, you are a gentleman, Blazer.  I can tell.  I bet some men would
attack me like a dog after a piece of raw meat.  That feels good, Blazer,
so good."

   Blazer continued to rub.  He knew she was a young girl.  She probably
hadn't had too many experiences, if any at all, and she certainly never had
gone this far with a man without having to fight the guy off.  She needed a
man to become frantic before she would cut him off.  She never realized
that a pro like Blazer never got frantic, that he would work her up
methodically until she was too hot to want him to stop.  The tips of his
fingers were under her panties now.

   "You need a little moisture to get these marks out," he said.

   "Moisture?  What do you mean, Blazer?" she sounded far away like she was
speaking absent mindedly.

   "I'll show you," he said, and he planted his mouth over and around the
little red circle in her flesh.  He licked and he sucked while his right
hand caressed her backside and the fingers of his left entangled themselves
in her moist hairs.  She was breathing hard now and he heard her puffing
grow louder as he slowly rotated her around to face him squarely.  Now,
with a slight toss of his head he could cover both thighs with his tongue,
and after feasting in this manner for a while he tilted his head back
slightly, opened his mouth wide and placed it against her silken-covered
crotch.  He breathed through his nose and exhaled through his mouth.  His
warm moist breath penetrated her thin panties, wilted her pubic hairs like
boiling water does a noodle, and opened her pussy like a steamed clam
shell. He heard her gasp and felt more of her weight against his face.  He
opened and closed his mouth, massaging her cunt with his lips.  Her panties
were sopping wet from his spit and her juices.

   "God, Blazer, God!" he heard her cry out somewhere far above him.  He
removed his hands from her body and unfastened his pants and his cock
leaped out like a jack-in-the-box, its hungry purple head rubbed against
her leg, mid-calf.  Up his hands went again, this time to the waistband of
her panties, and he peeled her panties down to her ankles, where she
impatiently stepped out of them.  Now he stood up, dragging his gigantic
cock along the length of her writhing body.  Her legs opened and then
closed, as best they could, around his fire hose.  He slipped his tongue
into her mouth and she sucked on it and caressed it with her own tongue. 
Her wet pussy slopped along the base of his blood-hardened cock.  This was
a dream come true for him, here was the youngest nurse in the hospital, a
girl not out of high school yet, twisting herself against him and rubbing
her naked cunt over the shaft of his tool.

   "Stop it!" someone screamed, and screamed again when they continued to
go at each other.  He pulled his tongue from the girl's mouth and jerked
his head around and saw Miss Rand, the ex-nun, standing indignantly in the
door.

   "You animals," she cried, "You dirty, filthy, rutting pigs!" Tears
rolled down her cheeks, "How can you profane yourselves in such a manner?
How can you do this!"

   Nurse Hooks pulled away from Blazer.  Her uniform came down, although
her slip stayed somewhere around her waist and her panties remained on the
floor.  Blazer turned and his big, purple red cock pointed at Miss Rand
like a loaded gun.  It waved and bounced stiffly right there in front of
her and her eyes widened when she saw it.  Her voice failed in
mid-sentence, she put her hand to her open mouth and then with the same
hand she started to reach for the delicious piece of meat dangling in front
of her, but instead, put her hand back to her mouth.

   "God!" she said and turned and fled.

   "That bitch'll report us," said Hooks as she scrambled into her panties,
"Oh, God, I'm ruined!"

   Blazer wanted to continue where they had been interrupted, he reached
out for a tentative caress, but the young girl brushed him off and was gone
before he knew it.

   He arrived in plenty of time for the appointment that nurse Bloom had
set up for him.  The office consisted of two rooms.  One, which contained
only a small steel desk and two chairs, was entered right off the hall; the
other, the examining room, was entered through a door which opened into the
first room.  When Blazer got there he simply sat down in the chair beside
the desk since the doctor had not gotten there yet.  He reflected on how he
hated physical examinations, how undignified he felt with another person
probing and feeling and asking a lot of intimate questions.  And then,
there was always that hidden, unspoken possibility of something really
being wrong, some rare uncontrollable disease that would arrest his young,
happy life.  He would rather have died peacefully ignorant instead of going
through the torture of tests and consultations, and finally, residence in a
terminal ward where death shops for life like housewives for food in a
supermarket.  The doctor came in finally, and arrested his thoughts.

   She was a young Oriental, short but well formed, stocky, except that she
was too curvaceous to be called that.  Her ankles were small and her calves
fat, her knees swelled out in her short skirt into ample thighs.  Her waist
was exceedingly small and her breast just the right size.  Her mouth was
small, but her lips were full, her teeth white as plaster and they
protruded just enough to keep her mouth enticingly agape.  Her eyes, of
course, were slanted, and her hair was pulled back and twisted into a long,
beautiful, blacker than black strand which stopped just at the small of her
back.  She mumbled a greeting and smiled apologetically at him as she sat
down very self-consciously behind the desk, which was a place of authority,
and where she had been taught that no woman should ever be.  But she was
here for the benefit of her people, and she was ashamed of her discomfort,
but it was there nonetheless.  In this situation of doctor and patient,
with the patient seeking help, making a supplication to another human being
to save him from the vagaries of nature and the treason of his own body, an
American intern, or resident, would quickly assure the patient of the
inferiority of all patients, and by communication of tone of voice,
abruptness of manner, chastise the patient for taking up so much of his
valuable time.  But she had entered the profession out of compassion, and
try as it could, medical school had not managed to wring this noble
characteristic out of her.  She loved life and everything that contributed
to it.  She pulled her glasses out of the breast pocket of her smock and
took a blank form from a box on the desk and began to ask Blazer the
necessary questions to fill it out.

   Her voice was tiny, her accent slight and delightful.  Blazer had to
listen carefully to understand what she was saying but he found it a
pleasant task.

   "Do you have fainting spells?"

   "No, ma m."

   "Heart trouble?"

   "No ...  "

   They went through all the childhood diseases, most of which Blazer had
had, TB, which he hadn't, epilepsy, and even athlete's feet.  When the form
was completed she said, "Well, what is your complaint?"

   "Miss, I mean, nurse Bloom sent me here.  She thinks I'm, eh, run down."


   "How do you feel?"

   "Fine."

   "Why would she think that you're run down?"

   "I donno, but she is a nurse."

   "Of course.  Shall I examine you?  Or would you rather have a male
doctor?"

   "I ain't bashful if you're not."

   "I'm bashful about some things but not that."

   "Let's go then."

   She lead him into the examining room and waited for him to enter and
then she closed the door.

   "Well, since you're in the profession I guess we don't have to be so
formal," she said, pulling her stethoscope out of her pocket.  He sat
slump-shouldered on the examination table and she put a thermometer into
his mouth, and the pungent sterilizing fluid under his tongue made his
saliva flow.  She put the ear pieces of the stethoscope to her ears and
gently unbuttoned his shirt.  She did it casually and he straightened his
back for her so that she could get to the buttons easier.  She looked into
his face for a moment, and their eyes met.  But he couldn't be certain
whether she was looking at him or to see that he was holding the
thermometer under his tongue.  She pulled his shirt apart and the tips of
her fingers lightly touched his chest.  Then she put the cold stethoscope
cup to his skin and listened intently at various spots along his chest. 
Then she stood back a little and again, looking him straight in the eyes,
she grasped his shirt at the waist firmly and pulled it out from his
trousers, then she walked behind the table and listened to his back.

   "Why are you breathing so hard?" she asked, and he, not realizing that
he had, indeed, begun breathing hard, hummed an "I don't know," through the
thermometer.  Then, she was back in front of him, smiling, and she took the
thermometer out of his mouth.  She hardly glanced at it before she put it
away.  Then she looked with an instrument into his eyes, nose and ears.

   "You seem to be perfectly healthy to me," she said as she turned his
hands palms up and looked at them.  She ran a finger down the life line of
his palm, and then back up again, and then circled it around and around in
the center of his palm.  Her touch was perfect, and Blazer began to be
aware of a warmth coming from her body and of the smell of her hair which
was less than an inch from his nose as she looked down into his palm.  His
cock stirred and began to glow warmly.

   "I can't see why nurse Bloom sent you here," She released his hands, "If
there is something wrong with you I'll have to give you a more thorough
examination to uncover what it is.  However, I do know nurse Bloom fairly
well, and perhaps we'd better make a few more checks.  OK?"

   "I guess so."

   "Take off your trousers."

   While he struggled his pants off she sat down and watched him with
interest.  His cock was turgid and she neither turned nor hesitated when he
pulled his under shorts off, giving her a full view of his tool.  He put
his clothes on the table and she arose and came over to him.

   "I am supposed to wear rubber gloves for this, but I won't this time
unless you want me to."

   "Oh no," he murmured, "I don't mind, I guess."

   He leaned against the table and she grasped his cock and turned the head
up and looked directly at it.  She was bent over so she could get a better
view and she watched the head turn from white to red and she felt the shaft
defying the grip of her hand as his cock began to swell tremendously.  Soon
it stood erect and she released it and she marveled at its size and
rigidity.

   "Your reactions are very good," she said.

   She pulled the chair over to where he was standing, and she sat down. 
She could see his balls now and she reached out and cupped them in the
palms of her hands.

   "These must set some kind of record," she said.  "I wish I had a scale."


   She continued to cradle his balls and one of her fingers scratched at
the very sensitive spot between his legs, behind his balls, and just under
his asshole.

   "I want a sample of your emission," she said, "Will you let me have
some?"

   He assented, and she quickly got up and found a beaker, "Put it all in
here," she said.  The subtlety of her voice failed to hide her excitement.

   "Get up on the table on your hands and knees." she told him, and pushing
his clothes off on the floor, he did so.  His big balls hung straight down
and his stiff dong pointed toward his upper body.  She placed the beaker on
the table under the head of his big cock.

   "Shoot it all in here," she told him.

   "I can't.  It just won't come out."

   "I know.  I'll help you."

   He felt her fingertips on the small of his raised back and the fingers
of her other hand around his cock.  With her cock hand she pumped his tool
gently, and the other hand left the small of his back and began to travel
through the furry, damp crease of his ass.  Methodically, she pumped his
cock, lightly she teased the hair around his asshole.  Then, he felt her
open mouth on his hip.  She tongued him along his side, and then she bit
lightly along the outside of his thigh.  She pushed her finger to the
opening of his ass and slowly, in rhythm with her pumping of his cock, she
massaged it around and around, each time putting her finger in a little
deeper.  It felt good, but still he didn't feel the need to shoot his load.
She sensed this and prepared to take other measures.

   "You're too tense," she said, "let us relax and enjoy it." Her hands
left him then and he raised up off the palms of his hands and knelt
straight up on the table.  She went around to the front of the table and
stood there and unbuttoned her clothes.  Under her white smock she wore a
tight-fitting dress, which she unbuttoned as far as it would go, that is,
down to her waist.  She pulled the dress off her shoulders and the top half
of it collapsed around her substantial hips.  She had on a half slip, so
only her bra stood between Blazer's bulging eyes and the meat of her
breasts.  She folded her arms behind her and soon the bra lost its form and
became just a piece of cloth as she let it fall away from her magnificent
titties.

   She looked at him and she cupped and squeezed her melons.  His tempered
tool became harder and gained an inch.  Now she came over to him, and with
his kneeling there, her breasts came right up to his hungry cock.  She
stood there in front of him and by swaying from side to side, she batted
her tits against the hard purple head of his dick.  Then she stopped and
placed his cock between her boobies and, squeezing them tightly together,
she rubbed his prick between them.  She closed her eyes for a while and
then said, "The heat is fantastic.  It's unbelievable.  I wish I had some
way of measuring it."

   "How does it feel?" he managed to ask.

   "Wonderful.  But I want your come in this jar, not running down my
stomach.  So we'd better do something else."

   Abruptly she stepped away from him.  "Get it back over the beaker," she
said.  He went back down onto the palms of his hands and stuck his ass back
up in her air.  She checked the beaker under his cock and softly went
around behind him.

   "Empty your balls for me," she whispered.  He felt her reach between his
legs and grasp his cock, all that she could that extended beyond his giant
hanging balls, and she gripped it firmly and squeezed it and rotated her
closed hand around it.  And then, he felt it.  It was a warm, wet, almost
ethereal sensation at first.  The lightness of its touch forced him to
concentrate all his attention on it, but then it became more pronounced,
and he could relax somewhat and enjoy it, yes, her tongue was tickling his
asshole.  Through her hand around his cock she could feel him responding,
through her ears she could hear him moaning, and knowing that she was
bringing him off, she pushed her nose, chin, and mouth deeper into his
crack and sucked, blew, licked, and nibbled at his asshole.

   Her right hand milked his cock and her left hand cradled and rubbed his
balls.  She heard him grunt and felt his anus dilate and her tongue plunged
into the hot passage.  She felt his balls tighten and his cock jerk and she
knew that he was coming.  Quickly, she left her station at his backside and
ran around to make sure that he was ejaculating into the beaker.  She got
there just before the mess began to flow, she saw his cock jerk madly just
like an unmanned firehose with a full head of water coming from the nozzle.
She grabbed it and aimed it toward the beaker.  She held it tight lest it
jump from her grip.  He gave a short howl and began to come.  It shot from
his dick in a pencil thick stream, it hit the inside of the beaker and
splashed out over her hand which held the beaker.  It was hot, almost
scalding, instantly she aimed the shooting cock down farther in an effort
to catch all she could.  The bottom of the beaker was covered and still out
his come came.  Now it was coming rapidly up the sides of the glass.

   "I'll have to get another beaker," she said aloud.  Soon, however, the
stream of come had reduced to a thinner stream and she could feel his cock
deflating somewhat.  The beaker was almost full and the come inside was so
thick that it didn't slush but, instead, it lazily rolled around like heavy
cream.  Blazer's dick was now dripping come into the beaker.

   "Is that all?  Do you have any more?" she asked and she pulled on his
softening cock, and Blazer responded with three strong explosive shots into
the glass.  She took her hand away and Blazer collapsed on his stomach.  He
lay there and watched her through glazed eyes as she hefted the beaker in
her hand, "So much of it!" she marveled, "Never have I seen so much.  Back
home we made a bull elephant ...  " Her voice trailed off into
unintelligible mutterings as she examined the contents of the beaker.  She
looked at it closely, she smelled it, and finally, she dipped a finger into
the white fluid and from there put it into her mouth.  Then she glanced at
Blazer just before she put the whole beaker to her lips.  Blazer's cock
began to grow warm again as he watched the young Oriental girl drink his
thick cream She didn't drink it all because, she said, she still wanted to
have it examined in the laboratory.  She set the beaker down on the desk
and when she came toward Blazer, he could see that the thick stuff was
covering her upper lip.  She saw him looking at it and she tongued it off
slowly so as to prolong the taste, and Blazer's dick got harder.  So hard
it became that he rolled over on his back.  She still had her breasts bared
and when she leaned over him, looking into his face, they hung ripely down
near his chest and he could feel the hairs on his own breast reaching out
for them.

   "Do you always come that much?"

   "I donno.  I've never caught it in a cup like that before."

   "In my country they would make you a priest, and all the women in the
village would come to you at least once a month.  And all the young girls
would enter your hut as children and leave as women.  Men would drink your
urine to keep themselves potent.  You would be the most important, most
respected man for miles around."

   "I don't get it.  Why?"

   "Because of this." She reached behind her and grasped his cock. 
Immediately, it grew harder and she couldn't bring herself to let it go. 
She held it as she continued to talk, "Your come would be mixed with blood
and sprinkled on the land to make the crops grow.  Artists would copy your
erect cock in jade.  You would give some of your come to your favorite
women so that they could rub it onto their skin and thus always stay soft
and young looking.  Haven't you ever heard of a 'comely' woman?  Mothers
would mix your come in their baby's milk or rub their own breast before
suckling their young to insure that the children would grow up to be
fertile.  And when you died, you'd be a God; women would come and impale
themselves on a stone replica of your cock."

   "That all sounds like fun," he said, and he reached out for her titties.
She leaned over farther so that he could reach them in comfort.

   "Will you fuck me, Blazer?" she asked.  She was rubbing his balls now,
and his cock, full hard now, rubbed along the length of her forearm and
well past her elbow.

   "Jesus yes!" he grunted.

   She stepped away from him and pulled her clothes down over her hips. 
Everything except garter belt and stockings went in one downward push. 
Blazer saw that her waist was indeed tiny.  He saw her navel was a deep,
dark inviting dimple and that a thick line of hair gathered up from her
pussy and disappeared in the dimple.  She came over to, him in garter belt
and stockings.  He was still on his back, but his head lolled over so that
he could watch her.  She gently took his hand and put it between her legs.
It was almost like putting on a glove.  He watched in amazement as he saw
his whole hand disappear in the soft bush.  Then somewhere deep down inside
the Eastern jungle, he found her pearl.  His finger probed it and she made
sucking noises with her mouth and as his finger went deep; she seemed
beyond mere words, but she did manage to crack, "See, you've been lied to.
It doesn't go sideways."

   "Get up on the table," he said.

   "I will, but look, we've got to do this my way.  I'll get on top and
I'll face the other way, toward your feet.  OK?"

   "Yeah, yeah, but let's fuck."

   "Oh, we'll fuck, Blazer, my pussy is gonna suck come through your cock
like soda through a straw."

   She went up on the table and settled exactly in the position she had
said she would.  Her ass rested on his stomach and he could feel both her
hands in between his legs.  He saw the beautiful curve of her back and
watched her delightful buttocks settle on his stomach, he studied her skin
which was golden, not yellow, he marveled because there was not a mole, a
blemish, or uneven pigmentation, or a flaw of any kind on that sexy back of
hers.  She was stroking him now between the legs with her finger tips.  Now
gently she attacked the sensitive spot between his balls and anus.  Now she
gently teased the big sacs themselves.  With her fingernails she scratched
his lust-hardened cock, she ground the big head of it into her navel, and
he could feel moisture from her pussy running down over his stomach. 
Frantically, he tried to finger her cunt by trying to force his hand
between her backside and his stomach, but she only sat down on him harder,
preventing him from getting his hand between them.  He ran his hands up her
side hoping to reach her tits but she leaned forward and put them farther
out of his range.  He had contented himself with caressing the outside of
her thighs when she raised up from his stomach.  His eyes had been closed
some time now as he enjoyed the feel of her pulling, tickling and rubbing
his sex tools, while he, in turn, hypnotically rubbed his fingertips over
as much of her soft skin as he could reach.  But now, at her movement, his
eyes popped open.  He could look down and he saw that she had grasped his
huge cock just below the big purple nut-head, and that just over the head
of his cock hovered her wet hungry pussy.  Everything came to a standstill
for him as he watched her dripping pussy swallow his big, standing cock. 
He felt his tool plough through the hot moist fields of her insides, his
balls began to churn and he knew that there simply was no way for him to
keep her pussy from sucking him dry if she wanted to.  He wanted to make it
last but there was no use.

   She was complete mistress of the situation and he relaxed and resigned
himself to his fate.  And when he relaxed, his balls quieted down and he
relaxed more and lost all apprehension.  Her pussy had by now made several
trips up and down his cock.  Her ass came down on his abdomen, completely
hiding his pubic hairs, and then it rose again almost to the tip of his
shaft and he could see his thick, red-purple white cock connecting their
two bodies like some kind of feeding tube, while she rotated her cunt
around on the very tip of his dick before swallowing it up again into her
golden Oriental body.  Then she stopped her up and down travels and kept
his cock buried deep in her.  She spread her legs wider now and he could
feel more of her weight on him and he felt his cock charter new depths of
her cunt.

   She was sitting up straight and her head was thrown back, her closed
eyes faced the ceiling of their private little love room.  She rotated
herself slowly on his fully imbedded tool and he could hear the moaning
coming from her lips, or was she offering up some pagan prayer to an
obscure village sex god?  Suddenly she made a short yelp and then the
helpless, pitiful sounds of a woman in full climax.  Now she was no longer
poised in her prayerful attitude, her head was no longer turned toward the
ceiling, but instead, was bent down, her eyes were no longer closed in
ecstasy but instead looked like an expression akin to horror down between
her legs at the big cock embedded in her pussy.  Her hands were placed on
each of his upper thighs and she tried to push herself up and away from the
fleshy instrument that was the cause of her excruciating ecstasy and
alarming discomfort.  He felt her fingernails digging into his thighs and
he saw the shaft of his cock come back into view as her pussy hurriedly
disgorged its meal of dick meat.  But she had only arisen halfway up her
long journey when her come finally forced its way past the tight fitting
meat stopper and broke free like hot beer from a well-shaken bottle.  He
saw her fluid inundate his hairs and coat his dick like hot melted wax. 
And with the pressure within her relieved, her discomfiture went away and
only the wonderful, undistilled pleasure remained, and she settled happily
back down on his tool again.

   And she sighed happily as she resumed her slow rotation on the big red
cock that was engorged in her deep, hot, succulent cunt.  And then she
stopped her movements.  He could feel all of her weight rest completely on
him.  His cock went even deeper and her pussy relaxed, wrapping every
sensitive centimeter of his tool in warm pussy flesh.  After a few moments
of relaxation, during which his dick soaked in the warm environment of her
love tunnel, she again began her erotic games.  Without lifting her weight
from him or moving her body, she reached down and gently lifted his balls
from the table.  She caressed, tickled, scratched and rotated them.  She
leaned over and let spit from her warm mouth fall on them and mixed it with
the come from her own cunt and rubbed the sex lotion into his balls and
along his upper inside thighs.  His cock pulsed like a heartbeat and her
pussy responded like the hands of a milkmaid on a cow's teats.  She worked
a hand under his balls and began exploring the sweat and come-drenched
valley of his hairy ass.  Up until now, he had lain rather inert, but now
as her finger teased his asshole, he started to buck spasmatically, lifting
the full weight of her up from the table whenever she touched certain
spots. She remembered these spots and touched them often.  She heard him
moan and she felt his cock swell.  She worked her finger into his shit hole
and rotated it around and around and deeper and deeper, and with her other
hand, she felt his balls churn and flow like two snakes in a silk shopping
bag.

   Relentlessly she probed and rotated.  He was almost screaming now and
bucking like an exercise machine.  And then, with the air of a man pulling
the pin from a hand grenade, she jerked her finger away from his asshole,
and with a hoarse cry, he arched up from the table carrying her with him,
and a big knot of come distended his thick cock as it made its way from his
collapsing, happy prostrate to the deep insides of her sucking pussy.  And
she felt her own nectar flow again, mixing with his thick cream like rum
with egg nog.

   * * *

   They both had their clothes on now.  She leaned over the desk and wrote
something on a prescription pad.  He was tying up his shoe.  She tore the
slip of paper from the pad and sealed it in an envelope, and then she
scrawled a name across it.

   "You are something unusual, especially in the copious amounts of semen
you are able to produce," and her voice dropped a little and became more
female than neuter, "And with such force!" She handed him the envelope. 
Her voice went official again, "I want another doctor to examine you.  The
results will be sent to me.  I'll make you an appointment, and you just
hand over this envelope.  OK?" So he took the envelope and left the room
and his first piece of Oriental womanhood.

   CHAPTER IV

   It was a few days later and he had managed to duck Miss Bloom by the
simple expedient of staying home one day and by volunteering to clean
laboratory test equipment the next.  That way he stayed out of the halls
and Miss Bloom's sight.  But on the third day she caught him.

   "Well, Blazer, where have you been?  I need you."

   "Well, uh, Miss Bloom, I can't help you out today, ma'm."

   "Is that so?  Why?"

   "The doctor, she ...  eh, he put me on a diet."

   "A diet!"

   "I mean on a restriction."

   "What kind of restriction, Blazer?"

   "No sex, that's what he said, no sex."

   "Well, for how long?"

   "I donno.  Until I see the other doctor, I guess."

   "You have to see another doctor?"

   "Yes'm."

   "Well, I was right.  There is something wrong with you!"

   "I guess so."

   "The doctors will straighten you out.  Don't worry about a thing.  By
the way, have you seen Ram around?"

   "No ma'm ...  "

   "Go find him.  I can never keep track of that boy.  Those people are so
lazy."

   "What do you want him for?"

   "Oh, I just have some cleaning I want him to do, but that's none of your
business.  You're sick and I have to have somebody to do my cleaning.  Go
find Ram."

   Ram was hard to find, but finally one of the maids said that she thought
that Ram had been called to the "office." The term "office" was a euphemism
for the top six stories of one wing of the hospital devoted to the
administrative and business portion of the operation of the organization.
It was a Mount Olympus where Blazer hesitated to go, and it was only an
overwhelming curiosity about Ram's going there that drove him on.  He had
never been there before.  It was a new world to him.  Up here there wasn't
a hospital smell or sound around.  There wasn't a white uniform or
stethoscope in sight.  The corridor stretched out before him, the floor a
plush orange carpet, the walls were covered with gold-veined wallpaper, and
from the ceiling, orange globes of lights hung like an orderly collection
of evening suns.

   And toward him came a young blond girl in a miniskirt.  He thought that
she might have been a messenger, a guide of some sort to show him around.
But she merely smiled at him as she glided past and when he turned,
finally, to watch her go, she had disappeared.  There were doors lining the
corridor; most were closed, but some were open.  He came to an intersecting
hall and it seemed to stretch beyond the horizon in both directions.  A man
passed him in the hall.  The man had on a necktie and a suit.  He was
immaculate, and he glanced at Blazer curiously as they met and passed. 
Blazer dared not turn around and look because he knew the man was looking
back at him.  Blazer suddenly felt like a tramp traveling through a rich
neighborhood.  He knew that he didn't belong here and that he, most likely,
wasn't welcome and that pretty soon the local cops would come and beat him
up and kick him out of the area.  Now he began to feel the rise of panic
crawl up the nape of his neck.  He didn't see any stairways or elevators
and he didn't have the slightest idea how to flee this place and return to
the hospital below.  And then a voice said "Are you looking for the other
boy?" It was the man who had passed.  He was standing a few feet down the
hall watching Blazer suspiciously.  Blazer nodded unable to speak.

   "I think you'll find him in the Administrator's office right down there
at the end of the hall.  Just open the door and go in.  They're probably
moving some furniture or something around in there."

   Blazer went to the door indicated but it wouldn't open.  He was about to
knock after considering whether he should or not, when the door opened
slowly and Ram's black face peered out from within.

   "Hey mother, what are you doing up here?" Ram whispered as he opened the
door.  It was as if it was the door to his own apartment.

   "Bloom sent me looking for you.  I think she wants to get raped again,"
Blazer replied almost absent-mindedly as he entered the office and looked
around like a tourist in his first big town.

   "Man," said Ram, "I ain't fooling around with that poor-assed bitch
today.  I'm on to something.  Keep quiet."

   Again he made Blazer be quiet as they went into another room and there
was a woman peeking through a keyhole into still another room.  The woman
turned just as they approached and for a moment she seemed startled by
Blazer's appearance.  And then she smiled and said, "Good, you got another
witness ...  They're still at it, look." Ram went up to the door and peeked
through a crack.  And Blazer took a good look at the woman who had turned
and gone over to a bar installed in the wall and poured herself a drink. 
Then, she turned and held the bottle out toward Blazer in a mute offering.
She was a woman, not a girl, or even a young lady, but in her late forties.
She was, as the description goes, well preserved.  Her hair was brown, too
brown for her age, and every strand was exactly as the hairdresser had left
it.  Her make-up was calculated and precise without a flaw in its
application.  It gave the impression of a mask that goes with a Goldilocks
Halloween costume.  Her breasts were there, but de-emphasized by the
expensive materials that covered them.  Her waistline was thicker than it
had been, but still attractive since it accented the beautiful swell of her
mature hips, which allowed no slack in any of the material which covered
them.  Her legs were small, but her ankles smaller, which made everything
all right.  Her knees were fleshy as her thighs swelled to meet the
fullness of her hips and ass.  She came back over to the door, she had two
drinks in her hands and she stood silently beside Ram looking at him as he
continued to peek through the crack.  She eyed him up and down but her eyes
stopped where Ram was rubbing his cock slowly through his clothes.  With
the hand holding the extra drink, she bumped Ram twice before she could get
his attention, and on the second bump half of the drink spilled out and
down Ram's arm.  But finally, he turned from the door and took the drink
and downed it in one drag.  And when he turned, Blazer could see his cock
poking out the front of his pants, and Blazer wanted very much to see what
was going on in the other room.  Ram went over to the bar and poured
himself another drink.  The woman and Blazer stayed near the door.  The
woman glanced through the keyhole and then said to Blazer, "See how hard my
husband works to support me and his family." She stepped aside and allowed
Blazer to look through the door.  The room inside was a large office with
one enormous desk and a large table and several upholstered chairs.  On the
floor was a deep carpet and on the carpet there were a man and a woman. 
The woman was young, about twenty, and she was on her knees.  Her dress and
slip were bunched up around her waist and she had no panties on.  She was
posed with a concave arch in her back, rather like a sway-backed horse,
which made her beautiful, naked white backside seem the biggest, most
delicious part of her ass, indeed, the man kneeling behind her obviously
thought since he was greedily licking between her cheeks.  He was a stout
man, much older than she, and as he almost doubled over to get at her
backside, his fat stomach was squeezed against his naked upper thighs like
a big balloon about to burst.  As Blazer watched him lick, the girl waved
her ass around and pushed back against the man's face, her mouth dropped
open and then her head dropped between her shoulders.

   "The bastard's made her come," he heard the woman say, and he realized
that she had managed to watch the action along with him through the crack
near the hinges of the door.

   "That's my husband and his latest secretary.  She's a good looking girl.
Not much older than our daughter."

   The man now ceased his meal of young ass and leaned back, and his cock
came into view.  It was a short, thick member hampered by the expanse of
stomach that it had to extend out from under.

   "Look at that," the woman said, "I haven't seen it that hard in
twenty-five years, the sonofabitch!"

   Blazer felt his own dick stiffen up.  Now the woman, entranced by the
sight of her husband's stiff dong nearing the young girl's ass, squeezed
between Blazer and the door, trying to get a better view by looking through
the keyhole.  But Blazer did not give way easily because he also wanted to
see what was going on.  As a consequence of all this, their bodies met. 
Her soft, well formed, well ripened ass pushed back against his young,
hard, eager cock.  In the other room the husband's cock was disappearing
between his young secretary's legs.  He grasped her by her naked hips and
pulled her back toward him and he, at the same time, rested back on his
haunches.  He said something to her and she began to grind her hips around
and up and down slowly.

   "That's him all right, he's making her do all the work," the woman said.
Blazer felt her reach behind and caress his cock and squeeze his balls. 
Ram came over and announced that he wanted to see what was going on, and
after a moment the woman said, "Let the black boy look some," and she went
away from the keyhole and Blazer followed, his stiff cock chilled where her
warm hand had been.

   "I'm not going to let him get away with this," she said watching Ram rub
himself while looking through the door.

   "I only came up here to give him his birthday present.  I asked Ram to
carry it up here for me since it's rather heavy, and since Ram occasionally
does work for us at home.  And we walk in here and there he is, sucking
that bitch's pussy.  Damn him, he always liked unusual presents.  Oh, if I
only had my lawyer here, or a photographer.  But, come to think of it, I'm
glad now that I don't.  I can get back at him a better way than divorcing
him.  Come on.  Let's break the party up!"

   And after saying this, she pushed Ram away from the door and burst into
the room.

   "Happy birthday," she yelled and the girl was up and behind the desk in
an instant, leaving the man still down on his knees.  The girl watched the
woman intently, not sure what was going to happen.  There was no way out
since the invading party was between her and the door.

   "Ah, my dear," said the man grunting his way up from the floor, "Your
suspicions are confirmed."

   She replied, "I didn't come up here to catch you, otherwise I should
have brought better witnesses and a photographer, dear." The man went over
to a closet and brought out a silk robe.  He put it on.  The girl stayed
behind the desk, immobile as a piece of furniture.  The man went around and
sat behind the desk and he casually reached up and began caressing the
girl's backside.

   "I am glad that you and I are too civilized for primitive animosities
concerning informal sex, my dear," he said, and, "I assure you that this
girl and others like her have made me a happier man and a better husband
than I could ever have been without them."

   "Indeed, I believe you.  In fact I just remarked to these two gentlemen
how rejuvenated you were while you were dipping into your beautiful
fountain of youth.  She is a lovely girl, you know.  Come here, child, come
from behind that desk and let me appraise you critically as I already have
emotionally.  You see, I am always interested in what my husband is
interested in.  That's how our marriage has been so successful."

   The man pushed the girl gently away from him, "Go," he said.  "She has a
genuine, motherly interest in you.  Show her what I like."

   "Yes," said the woman, "there's always Christmas.  Maybe Santa Claus
will bring you another one, dear."

   The man smiled and the girl came from behind the desk.  She stood in
front of it like a slave on the block.

   "Pull up your dress, my dear," said the woman.  The girl hesitated and
the woman continued, "Oh, these two gentlemen have already seen your wares
and how you use them, so there'll be no revelation to them.  Only an
encore. Right now, I am pleasantly disposed to you, but I hate hypocrites.
You've bared your ass before, and you obviously love to fuck, so don't be
demure now.  We're all animals until sated.  In other words, cooperate or
you'll be in trouble.  There are three men here and only two of us.  We
can't help from having a good time." She addressed the man, "Can we dear?"

   The man answered, realizing for the first time what his wife had in
mind. "The black too?"

   "Oh him especially.  I've had too much salt in my diet for years.  Time
to try a little pepper, although I suspect that he isn't so little.  But
pull up your dress, my dear, and we'll see how little you are." The girl
looked desperately at the man behind the desk, and he merely said, "Go on,
my dear, the experience will be good for you."

   "Yes," said the woman, "I think you ought to strip down completely. 
Only silly school girls ruin their dresses by bunching them up around the
waist."

   And the man said, "Precisely."

   The girl began to take off her clothes.  Needless to say, Blazer watched
her intently.  She was a tall girl with small hips and very long legs.  Her
breasts were not small, but nor were they bulbous.  Instead, they were
shaped somewhat like a plum pudding, complete with a cherry on top.  Blazer
had never seen tits like those before and he wanted to suck them even more
than he wanted to fuck the girl.  His cock pushed against his pants; it was
a pleasant sensation.  The girl was completely naked.  The woman asked her
to turn around and she did, several times, warming up to the game.  And
then the woman said, "Let's see what kind of effect you have on the men, my
dear.  Husband, you're first, since you're the oldest.  Stand up and undo
your robe." The man stood up like a prize student showing off his knowledge
for the visiting school board.  His stubby little cock stood out straight
from his pubic hairs.  It was a cherry red, but he couldn't see it because
of his stomach.

   "Very good," said the woman, and then she turned to Blazer, "You're
next, young man."

   Blazer unzipped his pants and pushed them and his underpants down past
his enormous hard-on.  He stood there with it waving about stiffly, like a
hungry serpent sticking out of a hole in a wall waiting for something
edible to come by.  The girl leaned back against the desk, her thighs came
apart just a little, and Blazer could see that her pussy was watering.  The
woman spoke again to the girl, "I want you to open the next package, my
dear.  Go pull the nigger's cock out." The girl left the desk and went over
to Ram and throughout the journey, her eyes never left the hump in his
pants.

   "Be careful," said the woman, "don't get the zipper caught in it. 
Zippers are hard to repair."

   First the girl explored the hump with her hands.  It was as if she were
trying to decide the best approach to the problem of uncovering the meaty
monster.  And while she was exploring him, Ram palmed and pulled her
titties.  Blazer could stay idle no more.  He went over to the fondling
couple and stood behind the girl with his long cock almost touching her ass
cheeks.

   Ram had her breast monopolized so Blazer went for her snatch.  He sunk
one hand, from the rear, between her legs and with a "sop" plunged three
fingers into her excited, well-lubricated fun hole.  She purred her
satisfaction at his activities and she began to unfasten Ram's clothes.  To
remove Ram's trousers she had to bend down slightly and this made her more
accessible to Blazer's fingering.  After a struggle, she managed to free
the big black hose that Ram called his "bald headed champ" from the
confines of Ram's pants and underwear.  For a moment the woman lost her
dignity and exclaimed, "Oh my God, look at that!"

   But the girl was beyond vocal appreciation.  She merely dropped to her
knees, ignoring Blazer's fingers, and began to rub Ram's big, purple-black
cockhead against her forehead, closed eyelids, nose, cheeks, chin, and
finally, parted lips.  By this time Blazer too was on his knees behind the
girl; he introduced his dick between the upturned soles of her feet between
which suspended her dripping cunt, and when she felt his probing she made
things a little easier for him by rising up a little, but never unmouthing
Ram's sugar cane.  The position was uncomfortable, but Blazer managed to
get a portion of his cock into the girl's hot cunt, and he fucked her while
she mouthed Ram's tool.  Presently, Blazer felt a pair of cool hands on his
shoulders.  He looked around and saw the woman, naked, standing behind him
watching the girl feasting, and when he turned to look up at the woman she
bent down and placed her lips on his and buried her small, lively hot
tongue into his mouth.  She explored him from wisdom to incisors and by her
sucking invited him to do the same to her.  And so he did, and with his
cock surrounded by warm moist young pussy.  The kiss broke and the woman
dropped to her knees beside the girl, and with her nose only inches away
from the girl's mouth, and the black cock that was engorging it, she
watched with sparkling eyes the girl enjoying her nigger steak.  And then,
without warning, she grabbed the girl by her hair and pulled her violently
away from the cock.  There was a loud sound when cock and mouth parted. 
The girl's face was turned toward the ceiling by the woman's grip, and the
black, saliva-covered cockhead stretched there alone in space.  The girl's
body came back with her head driving her pussy down on Blazer's dick more,
and her upturned face and lips were met by those of the fat older man, the
woman's husband, and his tongue replaced Ram's cock.

   Meanwhile, the older woman took the abandoned black cock into her own
mouth and worked more expertly than the girl had and made Ram moan almost
immediately.  This was proof that she was no virgin at sucking cock, and
that she dearly loved the one she had in her mouth at the time.  Somehow
Blazer found his head against the older man's fat stomach, and the little,
stubby, hard Cock was rubbing rhythmically against the nape of his neck. 
The girl's tits came to mind, and he reached for them, but he could only
use one hand without falling over backwards.  The whole main disadvantage
to his own position was that he needed to suck on something, but there was
nothing he could reach, even the woman's breasts were too low for him to
get to, and so, instinctively, without thinking, he took the little stubby
stick of the man's into his mouth and prayed he wasn't turning queer.  But
he gave it a good sucking.  Too good: the man started coming right away. 
Blazer's own cock swelled.  The man shot a load into Blazer's mouth which
ran down Blazer's cheek and chin and onto the floor.  And Blazer's own cock
flooded the girl, and she screamed and came too.

   The man removed his limp dick from Blazer's mouth.  The girl fell over
to one side, exhausted.  Blazer knelt there spitting on the floor trying
not to remember what he had just done.  That left the woman Ram with their
juices intact.  Now the woman had Ram all to herself and she moaned happily
as she managed to stuff more of his hefty dong into her mouth.  It was
rather like a sparrow eating an anaconda.  But she held the black cockhead
in her mouth and lashed the underside of it with her tongue, and while one
hand jerked and pulled at the massive shaft the other tickled and scratched
at the hairy sacs between his legs.  Ram, for his part, managed to
completely destroy the expensive hair style of the woman by rubbing and
twisting his hands over her scalp in the throes of his ecstasy.  And then
with her hair a hydra-like mass, and her make-up, especially her lipstick,
gone or smeared, the woman stood up and she lightly kissed Ram on the lips
and taking him by the cock, she pulled-led him over to her husband who was
sitting on the floor with his back against the desk.  She and Ram both
towered over the exhausted man and he looked up at them with the wariness
of a recalcitrant prisoner beholding a guard with a rubber hose in his hand
standing over him.  And, indeed, the woman did have a hose, but it wasn't
rubber.

   "Oh, how lucky you are, my dear," the woman said, "How many men have
ever had the thrill of touching the cock that was about to fuck their own
wives.  But what I have in mind is a little contest.  In three minutes Ram
and I will screw, that is, if he is able to.  What I am saying, darling, is
that if you manage to somehow make him lose this magnificent hard-on, he
and I shant be able to do anything.  Will we?  So, it's a contest between
you and Ram.  Ram, if you stay hard, you get my pussy; husband, if you make
him shoot within three minutes you won't have to suffer the anguish of
seeing your wife of twenty-five years sliding deliriously up and down this
beautiful black pole."

   She let go of Ram's prick and stepped aside, and with a flourish, said,
"Let the contest begin."

   The girl recovered from her exhaustion and she crawled over to Blazer
and they both sat on the carpeted rug and propped themselves against the
wall, and her hand fell casually between his legs while they watched the
game which the woman laughingly suggested they call "Cock and Mouth."

   At first, the fat old man sat on the floor gazing reproachfully at the
soot-covered sinew dangling so insistently there in front of his nose.  And
the woman finally said, "Dear, are you trying to hypnotize it?  Or has it
charmed you?  It won't disappear, darling, and I assure you it isn't an
illusion.  Touch it and see." And as if on command the man reached out and
felt the gigantic cock.  He snatched his hand back quickly.

   "It's hot," he said.

   "Oh yes, wonderfully so," she sighed.

   He reached out again, and this time his caress was longer.  The woman
was down on her knees beside him, her face close to his, but he didn't look
at her--his eyes stayed steadily on the object he was holding.  She shouted
in his face, her saliva sprayed his face when she talked.

   "It's yours," she shouted, "It's all yours!  Go on, take it.  If you
make him come I will miss a good fucking, but it might be worth it to see
you suck his juices out.  Go on!" She put her hand behind her husband's
head and pressed gently forward and chanted, "Suck it.  Suck it.  Suck it."
The cock and mouth met, and her eyes were only inches away and she saw her
husband's lips part and take in the big juicy dick.  As her husband's lips
worked, so did hers; she sucked her phantom dick when he sucked the real
one, she bit when he bit, and when he tongued so did she.  And Ram had them
both by the back of their heads.  His eyes were closed and it's doubtful
whether he actually knew which one of the two had encased him.

   Suddenly, the husband stopped his ministrations and pushed Ram away and
the wife was startled out of her ecstasy.  She sat, or was pushed, down on
the floor.  The husband got up and with a measured appraisal of Ram's
spit-covered cock, he turned and flopped over the desk top, leaving his fat
backside up in the air.  Then he pushed back and after a few preliminary
wriggles, he had Ram's fat, wet cockhead where he wanted it and then he
shoved back so violently that it would have knocked Ram down except that
now the man had a grip on Ram so tight that the black orderly couldn't fall
down if he wanted to.  The friction was terrific and Ram felt his balls
begin to churn.  He began to fuck the man's ass.  But the woman leaped up
from the floor and screamed foul.  And then she insisted that the time was
up, that three minutes had passed, but still Ram remained locked in the
man's asshole.  The man humped and twisted his big buttocks, pulling Ram in
deeper and deeper, and where the temperature was going from warm to hot,
and where there was more moisture.  The woman was frantic now, she screamed
and tried to pull the men apart, but they continued to fuck.  Blazer felt
sorry for her and he wanted to help but now the girl was sitting athwart
him and had his re-stiffened cock between her white thighs and was plucking
at the head with first one hand, then the other.  Now the woman was running
around the two men in a circle.  She was like a mother ground bird chased
out of her nest by a snake who was now eating the eggs.  She found herself
behind the desk near her husband's head.  She grabbed him by the hair and
pulled, but they still fucked.  She began banging his head against the
desk, but he didn't seem to mind, for he felt Ram crawling into him inch by
inch, getting closer and closer to that sensitive spot.  And then the
woman, out of a unique mixture of desperation and malice, picked up a glass
paperweight and cuffed her husband beside his head and the man collapsed
out cold on the desk.

   Now he was an unseeing, unfeeling hunk of flesh, but Ram hadn't noticed,
he was still plugging away.  Now the woman ran around behind Ram and tried
to pull him away from her inactive husband.  But Ram was too far gone to
stop.  He was no longer a rational human being; all his thoughts and
actions were controlled by instinct which, in turn, was only concerned with
receiving the important signal from the ass-encased cock to spew forth the
thick white juice of love.  After finding that she could not pull Ram away,
the woman just stood there and cursed him soundly, calling him all kinds of
black things and telling him what a horrible pervert he was.  But Ram
worked on.

   The girl got off Blazer's lap and laid her head against his stomach. 
She fingered the underside of his cock while she nibbled lightly at the
base.  They both watched and they saw the woman do something peculiar.  Her
husband, still unconscious, was still sprawled face down across the desk.
True, his knees had buckled, but he was impaled on Ram's machine and could
not fall to the floor.  Now the woman crawled up on the desk and, facing
Ram, she straddled her husband and squatted down on his shoulder blades. 
Like a big white frog she eased herself closer to the sweating Ram.  Soon,
she was sitting on her husband's upper buttocks and her pubic hairs were
invading Ram's navel.  And then, she slid downward off her husband's
backside and worked her way between him and the humping Ram.  Downward she
came between the two men.  Ram could no longer pump, in fact, as her weight
bore down on him, his cock was being pulled from the man's big ass.  Soon,
she was astraddle the big cock like a naked maid on a barebacked stallion.
She bounced up and down on it, and finally, with one big bounce she
succeeded in removing the big dong from her husband's anus.  There was a
sound like a cork being pulled from a bottle.  Ram grunted, the woman
yelled in triumph, and the man collapsed on the floor.

   "I smell shit," said the woman, and she felt between her legs where she
held the base of Ram's cock and her finger came up brown.  She put it in
her mouth and tasted it, and then said thoughtfully, "It is shit!" She
looked into Ram's face, "Your cock's covered with it.  No wonder you were
going so strong, boy," she said.  She slid off his dong and pushed him back
from the desk and her prostrate husband.  She fell to her knees and looked
at Ram's cock closely, "Brown on black," she cried, then she got up again
and went across the room and got the girl's panties.  She came back to Ram
and wiped his cock clean.

   "Usually," she said, "I would lick it clean, but you've had enough
excitement.  I want you to cream in my pussy, not in my face." And she
rubbed Ram with the silken panties of the young girl.  Then she said to
him, "Cool off." Next, she went over to the man and tried to roll him over
on his back, but he was too heavy.  She called over to Blazer and the girl,
who now had most of Blazer's cock in her mouth, "C'mon, you two.  Help me
bring him to." And the girl stopped her feeding and she and Blazer went
over to the unconscious man and his naked wife.  Then they, mostly Blazer,
rolled the man over on his back.  He looked like a great albino walrus
lying there.  His dick had shriveled up to nothing and his mouth had gaped
open.  The woman slapped at his face several times.  He only moaned and
licked his lips and never came completely awake.  After much slapping and
shaking, they all stood around and looked down at him trying to decide what
to do next, and then the woman had an idea.  She told the girl, "Suck his
cock, dear, and I'll piss in his face.  That ought to bring him around."
The girl went to her knees between the man's limp legs and she took his
soft peter into her mouth.  She swished it around from one side of the
mouth to the other, she bit at it gently, and sucked on the head, and
presently, it began to grow firm, and she felt her pussy heating up.

   The woman, by watching the girl's attentions closely, saw the cock
getting hard and she went around to her husband's head and after straddling
him, she squatted down.  She rubbed his nose in her cunt, forcing him to
breathe through his mouth and then she moved forward a little and pissed
right between his eyes.  It ran down both sides of his face, his neck and
around his mouth, and it soaked the rug under his head.  She pissed a long
time.  And now, the girl could not cover all of the man's cock with her
mouth because it had grown too big.  But she rode her lips up and down as
much of it as she could.  The man coughed once on the piss and then ran his
tongue out to catch more; he reached down and caught the girl by the back
of her head, and the wife got up.

   "Welcome back," she said, "I only brought you to so you could watch me
get it from the black boy."

   And then she went around and grabbed the girl working over her husband's
cock by her hair and yanked her mouth away from the stiff tool.  Mouth and
cock separated with the usual sound, and the woman said, "That's enough,
bitch, he's had his creamings for this month," and the girl crawled over to
Blazer and resumed her slobbering on his tool.  Now Ram was sitting down in
a stiff-backed, armless chair idly rubbing the girl's silky panties, which
were smeared with the man's shit, over his cock, which had deflated
somewhat.  The woman came over and snatched the smelly cloth from him and
ill-temperedly ground it in his face like some people put their dog's nose
in dog mess when the animal defecates in the wrong part of the yard.

   "What are you?  Some kind of pervert?" she snarled, and then she flung
the panties away.  Then she grabbed his cock amid-shaft, and she shook it
like a big, black baby rattle and since it was soft now, the giant meat
danced above her fist as she flung it from one of his thighs to the other.
In her playing, she found that the cock made a delightful weapon and she
began slapping his thighs and his stomach with it, laughing at the peculiar
noise that it produced when flesh struck flesh.  She leaned forward and the
slight sag of her breasts disappeared as they extended downward toward
Ram's groin, and she beat his big cockhead against her titties and Ram sat
there watching her tits turn dead white where his cock had struck against
them, and then the same place turned blood flush just a second or two
later. But under her abuse, his cock grew hard again and the shaft she was
holding lost its resiliency and soon it was like striking herself with a
poker rather than a rubber hose.

   She gave herself a good one beside the face and it nearly knocked her
out, but she recovered quickly and quit playing with the now deadly weapon.
The cock now stood up defiantly from the junction of Ram's thighs and his
stomach as if daring her to abuse it again.  She understood and responded.
She fell to her knees before it and began kissing it and mumbled how sorry
she was that she had been so mean to it.  She leaned forward again and
maneuvered her breasts around the big dick.  She rubbed the cock gently
between them, going down until the big head hit her under the chin and up
until it was deep down between her titties, which she was squeezing
together to make the friction greater.  Soon, she had Ram's ass rising from
the chair following her movements.  And then she stopped.  Her husband was
sprawled out on the floor with just his head propped up against the wall.
He looked rather like a rag doll some careless child had thrown down. 
However, his short, thick cock stood up under his fat stomach.  He was
watching his wife with steady eyes.  The girl was resting from her feast on
Blazer's dong, and now she was sitting back beside him against the wall and
Blazer had one arm around her shoulder, with that hand caressing a
convenient breast, and the other hand rhythmically rubbing the fur between
her legs.  She was limp against him and her head rested on his shoulder.

   Now the woman stood before the sitting Ram and looked down with
righteous satisfaction at the velvet black column that angled up at her. 
He had his legs askew as she had just recently been sitting between them.
But now, she reached down and slammed them shut like the cover of an
offensive book, and he merely looked up at her, his mouth agape, his eyes
dulled with sex.  She straddled his knees and took his cock in hand.  She
rose up on her toes and with the free hand she used two fingers to part the
lips of her pussy as wide as she could.  The room was absolutely quiet.  No
one was moving, no one was breathing; the husband lay inert, Blazer's
fingers were motionless inside the girl's sopping pussy and she had stopped
her writhing on them.  The woman put the gigantic meat between the two
fingers holding her cunt open.  She placed the cockhead against the moist
inner lips of her pussy.  She removed the fingers, letting the big glands
hold her cunt open.  She placed both hands on Ram's shoulder and she
cautiously came slowly down off her toes and slid her pussy's mouth down
past the tremendous cockhead and down onto the fat cock shaft.  Slowly,
with sighs and moans and tears, she went down to mid-shaft, where she was
forced to stop for a second to catch her breath, and then resuming, on down
she went, the big cock shooting off sparks inside her now.  Her toes
curled, she bit her lips, her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, now
toward the base of the cock her pussy nipped.  Now pussy hair met cock
hair. Her knees were bent now.  She was full on, and she let out a loud,
happy sigh, and so did everyone else in the room.

   The husband reached for his own tool, which he knew was somewhere under
his stomach, and Blazer gesticulated in the girl's snatch while she whacked
his cock up and down.  And now the woman rode up and down on Ram's cock,
slowly at first, but then faster and faster.  She screamed and slobbered
and cried.  The chair and Ram began hopping across the floor.  Faster and
faster she went.  Her ass was a blur, and now Ram was yelling.  And they
both howled in a frantic duet of lust, and the big cock, plunging in and
out of the dripping pussy, made sopping and farting sounds.  Ram fucked
back, trying to gain some control over the situation, but the woman was too
far gone.  She hopped and twisted and slammed.  She scratched and squeezed
and pulled, and he felt every drop of come, from his head to his toes,
collect in his cock and rush toward the woman's demanding cunt.  The man
pulled his own peter, his fist moving fast, and Blazer whirled his fingers
inside the screaming girl's cunt while she twisted and rubbed his tool. 
Now the chair had been hopped up against the wall and Ram yelled and came
forward out of the chair.  The woman went over backwards, but Ram was
holding her fast to himself.  She landed on the floor on her back with Ram
atop her.  She clenched her legs around his waist and he rammed and she
slammed.  They twisted and turned on the floor until Ram's rooting,
outstretched legs were extended there right in front of Blazer and the
girl. They could see Ram's tight little ass, his big balls, and his wet,
hard cock being swallowed and spat out by the woman's unsated cunt.  They
could see the source of each delightfully vulgar sound.  The squirts, the
slaps, the escaping air, the grunts, and the cries filled the room.  But
then the woman's legs unwrapped themselves from around Ram and formed a
perfect vee high in the air, and with a pitiful cry, she held them there
and went into a spasm of completion.  Blazer and the girl saw the come well
up out of the woman's pussy and around the still pumping cock.  It ran down
the crack of her ass and onto the expensive office rug.  Then they saw
Ram's balls contract, writhe and twist.  They saw his tool slurp deep into
the creaming cunt, they heard him and the woman scream again together, they
saw the woman rise up on her shoulder blades, lifting Ram with her in an
effort to get more of the shooting black cock deep inside her.  They saw
die come shoot out of the engorged cunt like water out of a rundown fire
hydrant.  The girl screamed and she creamed over Blazer's fingers, and she
pissed in the rug.  Blazer's cockhead was enclosed in the palm of her
crushing hand when he shot, and the come squirted between her closed
fingers like juice from a crushed grape and it went everywhere.  It was on
them, or the other couple, and it dripped slowly from the walls and
ceiling. But the fat man lay with a small pool of his very own between his
legs.

   After it was all over, Blazer had told Ram that nurse Bloom wanted him,
but Ram wasn't in the mood or condition to allow Bloom to catch up with him
and so he kept busy in another part of the hospital working for another
nurse.  But one of the boys had to cover Bloom's section and Blazer did it
because he had a good alibi for keeping the horny nurse out of his pants.

   CHAPTER V

   "Are you still under doctor's orders?" nurse Bloom snapped at Blazer
later that week.

   "Yes'm," he replied innocently.

   "Well, where is that goddamned Ram?" she practically screamed.  And he
told her that Ram had been given another assignment under another nurse. 
She merely cursed again and walked off, and he went to the nurse's station
where Carol Hooks was sitting reading a magazine.

   "Hey," he said, "Did Rand say anything about us in the store room?"

   "Naw," she crossed her legs after facing him, "and I can't understand
it. She was pretty upset."

   "So was I, but not like she was."

   "Well, I am sorry, Blazer.  I understand that it hurts when it gets up
like that, and when you can't get it back down naturally."

   "Oh yeh, yeh, very painful."

   "Oh, I am sorry."

   "It still hurts."

   "Still?  But that was yesterday!"

   "I couldn't sleep last night."

   "Well, if she just hadn't come in there ...  "

   "I know.  I know.  It's not your fault."

   "Well, maybe next time ...  "

   "How about right now?"

   "Oh Blazer, I can't leave the station right now.  I got to answer the
telephone and the patient's buzzers.  The girl down the hall at the other
station went somewhere."

   "But I'm in awful pain."

   "Why don't you just masturbate or something?"

   "Hell, even to do that I've got to have some inspiration."

   "Oh shit, Blazer, I feel awful about getting you so upset like this, but
we can't do anything out here.  And I just can't get up and leave."

   "Oh well, I guess I'll just have to suffer." Then Blazer fell down on
the floor and writhed in pain.  "Oh, ow, ow ...  !"

   "Blazer, what's the matter?"

   "I'll be all right, but it gets me sometimes right in the left nut."

   "Oh, God, I have to do something."

   Now Blazer stood up.  "Let's go into the cleaning closet across the
hall. You can hear the phone and buzzers from there.  And if anybody comes
up you can just walk out of the closet with a mop or something in your
hand."

   "We can't do much in there.  There's no room."

   "Well, this is an emergency.  We don't have to be comfortable."

   "Maybe I could just help you masturbate."

   "Yes, that's it.  C'mon."

   She got up and went to the utility closet, with him following close
enough behind to rub his cock against her backside.  Once inside the closet
she said, "Don't close the door.  I won't be able to hear the phone.  And
Blazer said, "But we gotta close it.  We can't do anything with the door
open.  Close it a little bit," he said.

   The closet was small.  It contained a sink, some mops and a bucket. 
Inside the small confines the heat from her body flowed through him and
concentrated in the tip of his cock, which stretched out toward her along
the invisible lines of sex which flowed between their two bodies.  She
faced him.

   "What do I do, Blazer?  Does it still hurt?" she asked.

   "Yeh, you got to examine it."

   "Take it out?"

   "Yeh, baby, take it out."

   She unzipped his pants and reached inside.  She fumbled among his
underwear, trying to find the opening.  Blazer leaned against the door in
almost a faint and the door slammed shut.  Her hand fumbling inside his
pants almost made him cream, but he gritted his teeth, and at last he felt
her warm hand on the shaft of his hose.  She pulled, but it wouldn't bend.
His cock was extended along his left leg trapped by its own stiffness.

   "I can't get it out," she whispered frantically.  And she pulled harder,
using both hands.

   "Ow, wait a minute, baby, you're pulling it out by the roots."

   "Oh, I'm sorry.  I just don't want you to suffer anymore."

   "Well, take my pants down."

   He had such a bone on that even with his belt unfastened and his fly
opened all the way she still had trouble getting his cock loose.  As it
was, she had to push it back against his leg and hold it down while she
worked his underpants down over it.  Blazer helped some by bending forward,
but it still was a struggle.

   "God!  Next time we'll have to cut your clothes away.  Does this happen
often?" she exclaimed.

   "No, baby, you have a special effect on me."

   "Aw, liar ...  "

   But his cock was free, and the strain on his abdominal muscles was gone.


   "Ahh, it feels good to be free." He leaned back against the door and his
cock waved around in front of him.  She stepped back to be able to look at
it from a different perspective.

   "Damn," she said, and she settled against the sink, which was low and
hit her at the back of her thighs.

   "What do I do now?" she breathed.

   "C'mon, now, you've jacked a guy off before, haven't you?"

   "Yeh, but nothing like this."

   "You've been used to boys.  Now you've got a man's cock to play with."

   He went over to her, ignoring the pants around his ankles.  She reached
out and pulled his dick toward her.  The skin was tight but it slid along
the shaft like a silken petticoat over a woman's thighs.  Now she pushed
while gripping the enormous shaft tighter.  Blazer told her she was doing
right.  She grabbed his tool with both hands.  She buried one hand in the
hairs around the base of his cock, and she gripped him tightly there.  With
the other hand, she pulled and tickled his shaft.  The skin became tighter
as she massaged more blood into his sausage.  Now she was sitting on the
rim of the low sink, and he was towering over her with the palms of his
hands flat against the wall behind the sink.

   "Wait," she said, "If you come, it'll be all over my uniform."

   "Take it off, then."

   "Suppose the phone rings, or something."

   "Goddammit, if you hurry up we can get it over with.  C'mon, I'm
hurting."

   He backed away as she was unbuttoning the back of her uniform.  She
stood up and pulled it over her head.  Now she slid the straps of her slip
off her shoulders.  It was a coarse linen slip made to obscure and not
enhance, and it easily slipped down past her hips and onto the floor.

   Once she was down to bra, panties, garter belt and stockings, her whole
attitude seemed to change.  She hung the uniform on a mop peg and the slip
over it.

   "Make sure that door is closed tight," she ordered.  "Don't you want to
be able to hear the phone?"

   "Damn the phone.  I'm ready to do something nasty."

   She stepped out of her panties, and then she attacked Blazer's peter. 
One hand of hers grasped him at midshaft while the other one palmed the
head of his cock.  She squeezed and twisted the head of his cock.  It felt
so good that Blazer began to see beautiful colors through his closed
eyelids.  Pre-fuck juice began to well up out of his shaft and into the
palm of her rubbing hand.  But that juice dried quickly, and when it did,
it became too sticky for her to rub freely, but when that happened she spat
in the palm of that hand and the slippery friction that was just right was
restored.  Soon, however, she was holding his cockhead in both hands and
spitting down on it and rubbing the spit into it.

   "Oh, Blazer," she cried, "don't let me suck it.  It's nasty to suck
cocks.  I don't want to be a cocksucker, Blazer.  Please help me ...  "

   And Blazer began pushing her head downward toward his dick.  Still she
pleaded: "Sucking cocks is nasty.  Men piss out of their cocks.  I don't
want to taste their piss in my mouth.  Help me, Blazer."
Blazer grunted and pushed harder.  Her mouth was at cock level now.  He
could feel her hot breath on it as she moaned, "So good, so nasty, so good,
nasty, nasty, nasty." He shoved his meat forward and her words changed to a
hum as he stuffed her mouth.  He worked a few strokes into her mouth and

then she took over.

   She sucked him as if she were trying to draw a lemon seed through a
drinking straw.  She shook her head from side to side and up and down like
a hungry wild animal tearing meat from a kill.  Blazers asshole began to
suction up, his toes began to curl, a bolt of lightning struck his balls.
He hit the wall with his fist and broke his skin, but he did not know it.
In her frantic motions she lost his cock.  It plopped from her mouth and,
somehow, Blazer got twisted up in his pants which were still around his
ankles and he lost his balance and fell up against the wall.  For seconds
he was a panting, unseeing thing.  Finally, he could hear her breathing,
and he opened his eyes.  She was on her knees with her head hung low
between her shoulder.  She was moaning, and he struggled over to her.

   "Give it back to me," she pleaded.

   And then they heard the phone ring.

   "Oh, hell," she said, "I can't get my clothes on in time to answer it."

   The phone continued to ring.  Finally, Blazer pulled up his pants.  He
rushed out into the hall still zipping them up, and he caught the phone.

   It was a break, in a way, because it was the nurse down at the other
side of the ward who had left her station for a while, and who was calling
too see if anything had happened while she was gone.  Blazer told her that
everything was all right, and that he was watching the station for Miss
Hooks who had to go on an errand for a patient.  But he added quickly that
he had to do some cleaning and he asked the nurse to answer any calls.

   Back in the closet, he told Carol, and she sighed and said that now they
really could relax.  He closed the door and by putting a mop handle between
the door and the door knob he found that he could keep it from being opened
from the outside.  He had his back to her while he was locking the door,
and when he turned around again she was completely naked.  She handed her
panties to him.

   "Look what you did to my panties," she said.

   "I don't see anything wrong with them."

   "Feel the crotch," she purred.

   And he felt the sticky liquid that had come from her pussy while she had
been sucking him off.  He handed them back to her and bent down to remove
his shoes, and she rubbed the wet panty crotch into his face and giggled.
The sticky stuff was in his eyebrows and on his lips.  She was now laughing
out loud as he struggled with the other shoe and finally began slipping his
pants off.  Naked-they stood toe to toe.  She looked up at him and told him
that he had girl come all over his face.  Now his cock was only semi-hard.
The interruption by the phone had cooled them both off somewhat, and
knowing that they probably wouldn't be interrupted again made them relax,
and things seemed less urgent.

   He licked his lips and tasted her juice.  She watched him intently. 
Then, he put two fingers to her cunt while he put his other arm around her
waist.  With two fingers he scissored her pussy open and closed.  He worked
his other hand down from her waist to the back of her ass.  He laid a
finger of that hand along her back trench.  She sat on it like a bicycle
seat.  In front, his two fingers squashed around up to the first joint. 
She sighed and laid her face against his chest.  She licked out her tongue
and tasted his skin.  He took his fingers from her pussy and stuck them
deep into his mouth.  Again she watched him eat her juice.

   "You shouldn't eat with your hands," she said evenly, "That's
unsanitary. Get it directly."

   He released her and she leaned against the sink.  He lowered himself in
front of her and tongued her navel, and then he licked circles around it
and then down along one hip onto an upper thigh and then over into her
bush. Her hairs were soft and not really thick, and he laved them down with
generous amounts of spit and they stuck to her skin all shiny and wet.  She
eased herself up higher on the sink, bringing her pussy against his mouth.
She opened her legs wider and her pussy kissed his lips.  Automatically,
his tongue went in.

   "Wow, wow, wow," she chanted to the same beat that she was rubbing her
pussy against his mouth.  She almost sounded like a police siren.  She was
riding him now.  His head was cocked back, and he was actually under her
and between her legs and she only had one toe on the floor.  He licked and
lipped her cunt, and then shielding his teeth with his lips, he took hold
of her clit and shook his head like a pussy shaking a toy, and she crooned,
"It's coming down, it's coming down.  Oh shit!  Jesus God!  It's coming!"

   And she stiffened so that he could no longer move her.  All of a sudden
she weighed a ton.  He was trapped under her with his mouth welded to her
pussy.  He felt the come filling his mouth.  He couldn't move.  He couldn't
breathe.  Panic struck him.  He would be drowned in come.  But then, just
in time, she collapsed and released him.  He worked his way from under her
and she turned and leaned over the sink.  He struggled up to his feet.  He
couldn't seem to straighten out his neck and his vision was blurred.  He
wrapped his fingers around a mop hook and just hung there until things
cleared up.  When things began to feel normal again, he felt her warm mouth
around his cock.  She had the whole piece in her mouth because it had gone
completely down.

   He looked down on her and started to say something, but her eyes were
closed and she just didn't seem to be aware of anything but his cock.  She
pulled and sucked at the limp meat.  He wanted to tell her to stop, that
there was no feeling for him, that a man can't get a hard-on after almost
being killed.  But she worked on quietly, contentedly, as though it made no
difference to her at all whether he ever got another hard-on again.  She
chewed his limp dick like chewing gum.  Feelings of life began to creep
back into his body.  A warmth started to glow somewhere deep inside of him,
and unknown to him, she could feel his cock grow warm inside her mouth. 
That's when she pulled her mouth from it, flopped it up against her knuckle
and bit it right below the pee hole.  Blazer yelped.  First pain and then
anger.  He grabbed the girl's hair and tried to pull out handfuls of it. 
He cursed her and twisted her ears, but she clamped onto his hard dick with
her mouth and held on.  He jammed it to her and she rode him down until his
anger was gone.  Now his cock was too hard to hurt.  Now even his neck felt
all right.  He fucked her steadily.  He slid his cock against the roof of
her mouth, and then from one cheek to the other, and then down flat against
her tongue.  He felt his balls churning when she stopped.  She turned
around and turned on the hot water faucet.  She let the water run down into
her hands and then bought them back to his cock, and his cock jumped
harder. She stroked him until her hand cooled off, and then she turned to
the sink again and cupped her hands and took a mouthful of the very warm
water.  She held it in her mouth while she resumed stroking his log, and
then she spat the water out and applied her fantastically hot mouth to his
cock and squeezed his balls at the same time.  Blazer's heels left the
floor, his eyes closed and he saw the blazing sun.  The hard knot that was
his asshole turned to butter and splattered itself against the back of her
throat.  He pulled a mop hook from the concrete wall.  He crushed her hand
between his thighs.  He grabbed her by the ears and fucked her at a hundred
miles an hour.

   * * *

   The reason Blazer had to wait so long for the appointment with the
doctor who the Oriental female resident wanted to examine him, was that the
guy was a psychiatrist.  It was a few days later when Blazer found out, as
he walked into the doctor's office.  The sign on the door said that the
doctor would be back in two hours, but being on the hospital staff, Blazer
went in anyway.  He had a master key.  But he was surprised because he
heard voices inside the office.  As usual, there was a small office and
then the examining room farther on inside.

   The voices came from the inner room.  Blazer peeked in.  He saw a very
young girl sitting on a couch, and crying.  A man, the doctor, he supposed,
was pacing the floor and talking.

   "You steal, Ann," the man was saying, "And you know it's wrong to do so.
So why do you do it?  Why do you keep swiping things from department
stores, supermarkets, drugstores, fruit stands, anywhere?"

   The girl continued to cry and sob that she didn't know why she did these
things.  Suddenly, the doctor wheeled on her.

   "I know why," he shouted, "It's because you are a bum!  A goddamned bum.
Look, look at this record."

   He waved a sheet of paper around, but not really so she could see it
even if she were paying attention to it.  He went on, "Father's an
alcoholic.  Mother running around with all kinds of men.  Rich and immoral,
that's the land of background you come from.  You're just a bitch, that's
all."

   The girl cried louder.  Now the doctor was down on his knees in front of
the girl.  "Now, don't cry.  Don't cry.  We can't help what we are.  We've
got to learn to live with it, that's all.  You're fifteen years old now,
you're pretty, you've got a good body.  But you've got to stop that
stealing.  You want to do something wrong, and stealing is wrong.  So now,
you've got to change that something wrong for something else that's wrong.
Think of something wrong you'd like to do."

   The girl stopped crying and looked up for the first time, and Blazer
could see that she was, indeed, very pretty.  The doctor got up and sat on
the couch beside her.  Her mini skirt was more than halfway up her thighs.
She had long full legs which really contrasted with her girlish face. 
Blazer watched the doctor place his hand on the girl's thighs.

   "Can't you think of anything wrong to do?" the doctor asked again.  His
hand rubbed higher on the girl's leg.

   "No, I don't think so," the girl murmured.

   "What did that old gardener do to you last month?" the doctor asked.

   "I don't remember."

   "Ah, you told me.  C'mon.  What did he do?"

   "He ran his hand up my leg."

   And the doctor did the same thing.  "Like this?" he asked.

   "Yes, and he felt my panties."

   "Like this?" The doctor started feeling the girl between her legs.

   Since the girl and the doctor were sitting facing Blazer, he could see
that the doctor had pushed the girl's dress up past her panties and had his
hand flat against her pussy.  He saw the doctor squeeze and rub and the
girl began to sag.  And the doctor said, "Now, didn't you like that?  And
don't you like this?"

   And the girl said that she did.  So the doctor said, "Well, why don't
you fuck instead of steal?"

   "I don't know how to fuck," she said.

   "Easiest thing in the world.  Want me to show you how?"

   "Yes, please."

   "But," he said, "first you've got to get my dick hard."

   "What do I have to do to do that?"

   "I'll show you."

   The doctor got up and took off his pants and underwear.  The girl
watched him passively.  Already he had a semi-hard on, but Blazer noted
that his cock wasn't very large.  The doctor sat back down next to the
girl.

   "Pull your dress up over your rump, dear," he told the girl.  Blazer
watched as she got up and lifted her dress and slip high past her waist. 
She stood there until the doctor motioned and then she sat back down beside
him.  Her dress settled around her panty-covered hips.  Now the doctor's
cock was full up.  It wavered around like a baby bird in a nest wanting to
be fed.  The couch was against the wall, and the two people rested back and
the doctor began kissing the girl on the mouth.  She wiggled and moaned
while he was running his tongue around inside her mouth and, at the same
time, he rubbed her snatch rhythmically through her panties.  Then they
stopped kissing and Blazer could not hear what was being said, but the girl
reached out and took the man's cock in her hand and began to rub it.  Now
he settled back flat against the wall while she leaned forward, but he
could still talk to her without Blazer's being able to hear.  He said
something to her and she smiled and began to work his dick up and down
rapidly.  He said something else to her, and she leaned forward and lightly
put the tip of his tool into her mouth.  He gritted his teeth and rose up
off the couch and his cock went in deeper inside her mouth.  He oscillated
into her mouth for several moments before she stopped sucking him and
rearranged herself on the couch.  Now she knelt next to him and she could
suck his cock more comfortably.

   She drew it well into her mouth and Blazer could see that her lips were
hidden by the hairs at the base of his cock.

   She was swishing his cock from side to side in her mouth, and when she
had it on the side nearest Blazer, he could see the outline of it through
her teenaged skin.  Meanwhile, the doctor had pulled her panties down from
the back of her ass, which was waving around as she sucked him on her
knees. He was fingering her snatch and asshole, and by contorting himself,
he was able to lick her thigh and hip.  He was trying desperately to get
his head between her legs, but they were in the wrong position, and also
her panties were in the way.  She was apparently unconscious of his efforts
because she didn't try to help him in any way, and neither did she slow up
on what she was doing to his cock.  But suddenly, he twisted off the couch
and pulled his dick out of her mouth.

   "I have oral desires too," he explained.  "You must give me a chance to
taste you.  C'mon, take off those panties."

   "What are you going to do?" she asked.

   He had pulled the panties down to her knees which was as far as they
could go since she was still kneeling.  Then he grabbed her by the ankles
and pulled.  Her knees went out from under her and she fell flat on the
couch.  But even before she landed, he had her panties down below her
knees. As she lay there, he worked them off her ankles.  Now she wore only
a bra.

   "What are you going to do?" she repeated.

   "Suck your sweet pussy, and lick your young, hot ass," he said and he
buried his face between the down-covered cheeks of her buttocks.

   Blazer could see the man's jaws working there deeply in the girl's rear
ditch, and as he watched, she turned her face toward him.  For a while she
just blinked her eyes contentedly without giving any indication that she
was being tongue-reamed up the ass at all.  But then, slowly, she began
biting her lips.  She turned her head away from Blazer again, and then back
his way once more.  Now her eyes were clenched tightly shut.  She had her
knees hard against the couch now, and she was raising her ass up against
her lover's face.  Harder against him she pushed, working her young ass up
and down.  Now her upper torso came off the couch also.  She only touched
the couch at her knees and elbows.  She began to moan and cry and to work
her turned-up, rounded white buns from side to side.  He grasped her by the
hips and started eating her deeper.  Blazer could tell that he had his
mouth wide open like a greedy boy trying to take a bit out of a playmate's
apple.  She was fully on her knees now, crying and humping against his
face.

   "Suck it, suck it you dirty old bastard!" she grunted.

   And now he was no longer in her ass but had slipped down farther and was
licking her hanging snatch.

   "Oh, you rotten dirty sonofabitch," she crooned, and she added, "You
suck better than he did.  Oh you suck much better than that dirty ol'
gardener."

   Finally, he stopped.  "You young tender sweet bitch," he said.  "I'm
going to fuck you.  I'm gonna bust my nuts against your cherry."

   "Yes, yes!  Bust the sonofabitch.  I want it busted.  Spread my cherry
all over your dirty old cock!"

   He stood behind her and she scooted back along the couch until he could
reach her with his pecker.  But she waved her pussy around too fast for him
to make an entry.  They both howled in frustration as they tried to couple
but couldn't.  Then he seized her by the hips, digging into her with his
fingers, bruising her, and finally he managed to hold her still and ease
his tool into her cunt.

   The coupling soothed them.  They both sighed and stayed motionless, and
then she dropped her head and began to moan.  He bent his knees to angle
his dick up into her.  She yelped, and he began fucking her slowly.  He had
released her hips now and the only place their bodies were touching was in
the cock-cunt area.  But suddenly she began to stiffen, "Oh, stop!  You're
hurting me ...  " But he began to fuck faster.

   "Oh please, please.  It hurts," she cried, and she tried to fall flat.
She actually managed to pull away from him somewhat.  But he crawled up on
the couch behind her without missing a stroke.  His teeth were bared and he
looked like some sort of maniac whose victim was trying to get away. 
Roughly he grabbed her and pulled her back to him.  Now her pussy was over
his cock and he was pumping up at her so violently that her knees left the
couch every time he stroked upward.  She began to scream but she couldn't
do so very loudly because each upward stroke of his knocked the wind out of
her.  He was holding her down with the palm of his hands while knocking his
cock against her hymen.

   "Got to, got to, got to break that motherfucker ...  " he chanted.  She
began scrambling away from him again, but he fell forward onto her, and now
he tried to drive her through the couch.  She crawled forward and he
followed, driving his dick in and out of her.  She crawled to the end of
the couch and her hands reached for the floor.  Then she was half on and
half off the couch with her hands flat against the floor, her legs spread
on either side of him.  His mouth was at the nape of her neck and
instinctively he bit down.  She bucked her ass up to him at the same time
that his dick was plunging deep into her pussy.  Then he felt something
give way and then grab his cock.  What was left of her cherry now formed a
tight ring around his cockhead.  The hot flesh pulled at him like a hot
mouth.  The girl managed to work her legs under him and squeeze them
together.  She caught his dick in an exotic vise, and now her mood had
changed.  She was no longer trying to get away.  The pain inside her pussy
had changed to searing pleasure.  It was like an irresistible itch, and she
rubbed her sore, hot, itchy pussy against his prodding cock.  She crossed
her ankles.  She wanted more friction.  She found that she had fucking
muscles she never knew about.  And she used them.  She sucked in her pussy.
She sucked in her asshole.  She used every muscle in her body to pull on
his cock.  Now it was his turn to scream.  She had his whole cock in her,
and her young body was threatening to pull it out by the roots.  Blazer
could see her whole body working now.  He could see the muscles in her ass
hollow out and expand.  Now she no longer had the couch under her stomach,
so she could pull down on his cock with immense force.  She was only
grunting now, and she was working at a fantastic rate.  Her ass was just a
white blur.  And the doctor could only moan helplessly with his head thrown
back.  Then suddenly, he let out a rough scream.  Immediately, she stopped
with her ass pushed up tightly against him.  She grunted as if she were
trying to shit, and then she jerked down on his cock, and then back up once
again, and Blazer could see the come juice falling to the floor under them.
She sighed and they both seemed to melt, and they fell off the couch with a
thud.  Blazer watched until the doctor rolled over on his back.  His dick
was covered with blood.  After that, neither he nor the girl moved.  Blazer
knew that the doctor wouldn't be ready for him for a while, so he quietly
left the office.

   CHAPTER VI

   Once out in the hall again, he realized that not only was he drenched
with sweat but also that he had a terrific hard-on.  He went into a toilet
and washed his face in cold water.  He tried to piss but he couldn't.  He
needed some pussy and he needed it quick.  He was headed for the laundry
when he remembered that the day was Wednesday and the laundry was closed on
Wednesdays.  He even went to a phone and tried to call nurse Bloom, but she
didn't answer the page.  He wondered around rather aimlessly, trying to
walk the hard down without much success.  He ended up in the part of the
hospital which was concerned mostly with research.  There were no patients
over here except those like the state prisoners who had volunteered to be
guinea pigs.

   He saw a door marked SEMEN BANK, and for some reason, he went right in.
It was a good choice.  A gong went off when he opened the door.  Inside,
there was a plastic settee and a desk and two chairs.  There was a rack
with literature on it, and he was wandering over to it when a woman came
into the room from behind the desk.  She was a tall stately woman, a
matron. He couldn't really tell whether her hair was graying or blond.  She
had a deep, mature voice and she wore a white smock which hung open
revealing a tight skirt and a frilly blouse.

   "Hello," she said, "May I help you?"

   Blazer stuttered and tried to hide his erection.  Abruptly he sat down
at the desk.  "Oh, I work here," he said, "I mean, in the hospital.  And I
had some time to kill ...  and what in the hell is a semen bank?"

   She laughed and studied him closely before she sat down at the desk.

   "Well," she said, "you're in the medical field.  Don't you know what
semen is?"

   "Yeh, it's, it's ...  "

   "It's male reproductive matter," she completed.

   "Yeh, that's right," he agreed.

   She went on, "Here we accept donations from men who want their sperm
frozen for future use.  We're most especially interested in geniuses and
good physical specimens of manhood.  Later, we may get to implant this
sperm into a female who is also a genius or an exceptional physical
specimen, and thereby produce an exceptional offspring."

   "That's fascinating," he said.

   "Also," she continued, "we even have some from men who wish to have
their sperm implanted in one of their female offspring several generations
from now."

   "You mean a guy could end up being his own great-grandfather!"

   She laughed, "Well, not quite, but almost."

   "I'll be damned," was all he could say.  And again she laughed.  Then he
said, "You mean anybody could put come, I mean, sperm into this bank?"

   "Well, most everybody," she replied.  Then she explained, "What we do is
to make an examination of your sperm.  And if it is all right, we tell you.
Then you come around and give us all your family history and so on, and
give us the sperm, and that's it."

   "How 'bout that?" he marveled.

   "Do you want to leave us a sample?  You are a good physical specimen."

   "Me?  Yeh, but I didn't bring any with me."

   "Oh, come now.  I'm sure you always carry some around everywhere you
go."

   "Yeh, but, but ...  "

   "We have cubicles in the back and, also, sterilized containers.  Go back
and squeeze us some out."

   She had gotten up and was waiting for him in the doorway.  Dumbly, he
followed her into the back room.  She led him to a small compartment,
opened the door and told him to enter.

   "Let me know when you're through," she said cheerfully, and then she
left.

   Inside the compartment was a chair.  On a shelf were several empty jars.
He dropped his pants and sat down.  He tried beating his meat.  But it was
no use.  He just couldn't seem to find the right combination of strokes to
set himself off.  And after a half hour he gave up, pulled up his pants and
left the cubicle.

   The woman was busy at a lab table when he walked up to her.

   "Where is it?" she asked.

   "Don't have any." he said.

   "What?  You've been in there a half hour.  You could've had gallons by
now."

   "I must not have any."

   "Oh bull," she said, "I can see it coming out of your eyeballs."

   "Well, I'm sorry.  Maybe some other time."

   She sighed, "They just don't make young men like they used to."

   "No ma'm," he hung his head.

   "Maybe you just need some help."

   "What kind of help?"

   "Oh, what the hell kind of help do you think I'm talking about?  Come
over here."

   He stood before her and she felt his cock through his pants.

   "You're hard as a goddamn rock.  And you're going to tell me that you
can't get it off?"

   "No ma m."

   "All right, I get the picture.  If I want anything from you I'm going to
have to get it myself.  Right?"

   "I guess so."

   "You young people think you're so goddamned clever.  Let me lock the
front door."

   She went and locked the door and when she got back, she already had her
blouse unbuttoned.  "You're just about the same age as my son.  He got
married the other day.  Married some young big-tittied bitch.  I can't
understand why he wanted a big tit woman.  I don't have big knockers, do
I?"

   "I can't see 'em.  You still got your bra on."

   "Now," she said, "I'm not going to undress for you.  You ought to be
able to get your nuts off without my having to strip down like some night
club performer.  But I will take off my bra."

   He stood there watching her as she removed her blouse.

   "Come on, unfasten me."

   She turned her back to him and he went over and buried his knuckles in
her back and unhooked her bra.  He tried to rub his hard cock against her
rump, but she moved away.

   "Now," she said, "I want to put my blouse back on.  I feel chilly."

   And keeping her back to him, she got back into her blouse and buttoned
it completely to the neck.  Then she turned and faced him.  Her breasts
were completely hidden under the ruffles and high collar.  She smiled as
she saw the expression on his face.

   "Aww," she mocked, "did mommy's baby want some titty?  Poor thing. 
Mommy is mean." She came over to him and felt his cock.

   "Ohh, you've got to wee wee.  C'mon, let mommy take you to the
bathroom." She clamped down on his dick with an irresistible grip and led
him to the toilet.  Inside the toilet she unbuttoned his pants and let them
drop to the floor.  Next, she pried his underwear from around his erect
cock.

   "Oh, my goodness," she cried, "I think you have to do something else
besides wee wee.  Look at that!" She plucked his stiff limb and it made a
dull sound as if someone had tapped a barrel full of wine.  "Naughty,
naughty, naughty, you've been thinking about sex again.  Just look at your
tom-tom."

   She had been standing beside him in front of the commode, but now she
stepped between him and the commode, forcing him to step back, and she
gripped his cock and looking down on it, she shook it vigorously.

   "Naughty, naughty, naughty," she said again.  Then she said, "Well,
since we're in here, I may as well use the toilet.  I don't think you're
going to get anything through anything as hard as that.  Move back some,
mommy has to pee."

   Dumbly, he stepped back as she released his waving dong and reached for
the hem of her skirt.  She pulled the skirt up well past her hips, and she
pulled down her panties.  Blazer looked at her body.  He saw a glimpse of
her pussy thatch just before she sat down.  And he also saw something he
had never seen before.  Her stockings were rolled tightly against her
thighs like they were held there by a rubber band.  She was the first woman
he had ever seen wearing garters instead of a belt or panty hose.  He
looked at the tight garters cutting into her thighs as she sat there and
his dick grew harder.

   "Get down on your knees," she said, "I want to try something." He got
down.

   "Slip my panties off, dear."

   She had worked them down past her knees, and now he worked them around
her shoes as she raised each foot.  Now she could spread her legs, and she
told him to come in closer.  When he did, she reached down and tried to
pull up his cock, but it kept hitting against the front of the commode, so
he had to move back somewhat until she could get the head of it on to the
seat between her legs.

   "Now dear," she grunted, "I want you to put the head of your peter right
under my pee hole.  I want to urinate on it."

   Luckily the commode was a newer model and was built rather close to the
floor.  By kneeling straight up, he could get his dick close to where she
wanted it.  He felt the cool porcelain against his hot meat near the base
of his shaft where it rested on the toilet seat, while the head of his cock
was suspended in the coolness of the bowl just above the water, and just
below her hot bottom.  She wrapped her legs around him as best she could
and slid forward.  Like a bell clapper, his dick head began hitting against
her ass.  He discovered that he could make his cockhead hit against the
bottom of her ass by tightening up on his ass muscles and, fascinated, he
beat his dick against her ass.

   "Oh, that's nasty, that's good and nasty!" she crooned.  Then, Mommy's
going to pee now.  Oh yes, mamma's going to piss!" She tensed, and so did
he.  He kept his ass muscles tight, and his cockhead stayed against her
bottom, and then he felt it.  Warm wax began to flow over his cock.  He
heard water dripping into the commode.  She moaned now, and he felt the
force of her piss against the top of his dick.  It clung to his shaft like
hot honey.  It ran down into his pubic hairs.  It dribbled off his churning
balls and dripped to the floor between his knees.

   "Oh, oh, that feels so good.  I had so much piss for you, darling.  You
want some tittie now?" She unbuttoned her blouse.

   "Here, Mommy's got something for you to suck on." She cupped the bottom
of one of her breasts, and she fed it to him.  Quietly she told him what to
do.

   "Suck it deep," she whispered, then, "Bite it a little.  Now pull it,
honey.  Oh come on, pull it harder!"

   Now he could feel her rubbing her open pussy along the top of his
piss-drenched shaft.  She was doing it in rhythm with his sucking.  Then
she let out a screech, and he felt more, a different kind of wetness flow
over his dick shaft.

   "Oh, Mommy's coming," she moaned.  "Mommy's coming good." Her come
spread along his shaft in both directions, some running down into his cock
hairs, but also, some of it was carried along by her oscillating pussy to
his cockhead.  And there it triggered a reaction over which he had no
control.

   Her pussy juice was acid hot.  It burned into the ridge of his meat like
hot tar.  It irritated his pee hole like ice cold vinegar.  Roughly he
withdrew his cock almost from beneath her.  He threw her back against the
wall.

   "No, no, honey, Mommy's through," she cried.  He slid his hands under
her and lifted her ass from the toilet seat.

   "No, honey, behave," she cried.

   He aimed his aching, burning, gigantic cock right into her wet piss and
cream-covered pussy.  She tried to shake him off, but that just made it
better for him.

   "Oh shit!" she yelled, "You're fucking me!"

   He felt no resistance to his invading meathead as it plowed through her
moisture-laden membranes.  Instantly he was buried completely in her.  The
backs of her knees were hooked over his shoulders.  Her back was almost
flat against the toilet seat and he fucked her insanely.  He was banging
her head against the wall, and when he saw her trying to get her arms up to
cushion herself; he slowed down, but she yelled, "Don't stop, you
sonofabitch!  Fuck it, fuck hard!  Kill me!  Bust my ass.  Do it.  Do it.
Do it."

   He yelled and threw everything he had into her.  He shook her like a rag
doll.  He upended her until her head hit the tile floor.  Half in and half
out of the toilet they lay fucking in the doorway.  Now she was flat out
under him.  She planted her feet flat against the floor.  Somehow, she had
lost her shoes, and she threw her pussy to him every time he slammed his
cock down to her.  Her skirt was up over her waist and her frilly blouse
was being held on only be the sleeves and the rest of it lay under her head
and her completely ruined hair-do.  Her stockinged feet kept slipping on
the floor, and so she locked her legs high up around Blazer's body and dug
one of her heels into his ass and slid herself up and down his long crazy
hot meat tube.  Blazer sensed that he could not hurt this woman by fucking
her all out, and somehow that thought maddened him while at the same time
releasing him from any restraints he might have had about being too rough
with her.

   He used his cock as a weapon, trying to drive it through her, trying to
beat her with it.  With renewed violence, he attacked her.  She cried,
"Fuck it, fuck it," and then, "Oh, shit, I'm coming again!" She stopped him
in mid-stroke while she went through a spasm, and then she climbed higher
up on his body and his dick reached a new part of her pussy.  Without
moving her body, her pussy began to rhythmically clamp his cockhead.  She
was still coming, and she was making incoherent noises.  Now she moved her
body in sharp, short jerks.  Blazer began to melt.  He felt the come
swirling out of his balls, he felt piss coming from his kidneys, he felt
blood rushing up from his toes.  He shot off into her so hard that for a
second there was excruciating pain, and then he heaved his whole insides to
her.  And she cried, she yelled, she sputtered.

   "I feel it, big dick, I feel it.  Piss, shit, blood and puke, I feel
it!" she finally cried.

   After it was over, he lay there, his dick soaking in her pussy.  She was
purring and caressing him.

   "You come like an elephant," she said into his ear, and, "Was it good
for you?  I haven't been screwed like that for a long, long time."

   She was comfortable to lie on.  Blazer realized that he never thought
about it before, but he couldn't ever remember actually relaxing this way
after fucking.  Her body didn't seem to be larger than many of the other
girls he had had, but yet, here laying on her, it seemed that he wasn't
touching the floor at all, that her whole body was under him everywhere. 
Yes, she was a soft, live, warm mattress.  With a pussy.  His cock never
did lose all of its hardness, and when she squeezed her pussy around it his
cock didn't slip out like some kind of whipped animal, but instead,
luxuriated in the warm dark wetness and grew harder as she teased him with
her cuntal muscles.

   "Oh, you want to fuck me some more, don't you?" she breathed into his
mouth.  She let her tongue touch his lips and the inside of his mouth
between sentences.

   "Your cock feels enormous," she continued.  She gave him a long squeeze
with her pussy.  And then she said, "You could fuck all day long, couldn't
you?" She began to move her hips against him.

   "Oh shit, there you go!" she cried out, "You're fucking me again ...  "

   Slowly they started the rhythm.  They smoothly worked together.  Now
there was no competition, no punishment involved.  Now there was only
cooperation, consideration, now there was love.  He put his hands under her
buttocks to protect them from the floor.  He didn't want her to worry, he
wanted to satisfy her.

   "Let me work it," he said to her.

   "Yes, lover," she replied, and she relaxed.

   Her body hung loose enough for him to manipulate it.  He applied more
pressure to her ass and drove his cock in deeper.  He worked her steadily.
She was caressing his back, scratching it lightly with her fingernails. 
She began to pant.  His dick grew harder.

   "Let me," she said between moans, "let me lock my legs around your neck.
I can make it real good for you like that, baby." And he moved each arm in
turn so she could get her legs up on his shoulders.  She hooked her ankles
around his neck, and he found out what she meant.  Now he could get into
her deeper, and she, by literally hanging by her ankles around his neck,
could work her ass cheek muscles much better than she ever could lying flat
against the floor.  And in this position, Blazer found out, his balls would
occasionally get squeezed between the cheeks of her ass as she clenched and
unclenched her muscles.  And after some experimentation, he found out how
he could keep his balls between her cheeks, at least part of them, and with
his balls being methodically rubbed by her hot womanly ass, his dick grew
even harder.  His growing cock made her fuck faster, which squeezed his
balls tighter, which made his fuck tube bigger, and soon they were bouncing
and grunting furiously.

   He tried to warn her that he was going to come, but he couldn't get the
words out.  They had fucked their way back into the toilet again, and with
her head at a crazy angle against the base of the commode he douched her
with the sap from his balls which were between the contracted cheeks of her
red-hot ass.

   She wouldn't let him leave until she had gotten all her clothes back on
and her hair arranged properly.  She told him to come back soon, and she
gave him a kiss on the cheek.  And after he left, Blazer began to wonder
seriously if a person could be accused of embezzlement from a sperm bank.

   CHAPTER VII

   Nurse Bloom had them both now.  Blazer and Ram cowered in the privacy of
an examination room.  Bloom stood with her back against the door.

   "You two bastards have been ducking me for weeks," she said, and,
"You've been avoiding your responsibilities, shirking in your duties, and
refusing to assert your manhood."

   "I've been sick," explained Blazer weakly.

   "Bullshit," Bloom shot back, "I know what you've been doing.  The
administrator knows what you've been doing, every goddamned body knows
what's been going on around here.  And you know how?  Well, I'll tell you.
Miss Rand.  That's right, Miss Rand has written a letter to the
administrator telling him all about you adventures with that young high
school girl, Hooks.  And if she knows about that, she probably knows about
us.  And you, Ram, you black spasm, she probably knows about you going over
to C wing and working for that big German bitch over there instead of being
here where I need you.  Trying to get a piece of that big knockwurst ass,
wasn't you?"

   "Yes m'am.  I mean no ma'm." Ram stumbled.

   "Oh shit," Miss Bloom cried, "I just don't know what to do.  I'm so
upset, and you dirty bastards haven't been screwing me.  Everything's just
all fucked up.  You guys just don't know how hot I've been." She walked
over to Blazer and put her arm around him.  She rubbed her snatch against
his rising dong and he buried his hands into her ass.

   "Was that young high school pussy better than mine?" she asked him.

   "No ma'm," he replied, "just different."

   "Did she suck your dick?" she asked.

   "Yes ma'm."

   "Did she do it good?"

   "Kinda."

   "But not as good as me?"

   "No ma'm!"

   "Well I'm glad experience counts for something nowadays." She stepped
back from him and began feeling his cock.  Then she pulled him by it over
to a straight chair, and she sat down.  Then she unzipped his pants and let
them fall to the floor.  She pushed his underwear down and his cock was
free.  She talked, and she began licking and nibbling at it all the while,
"You've got a nice, young, hard, fresh cock, Blazer.  I love to feel it
slipping in and out of my mouth.  I love to lick my tongue around your
meat. I love to nibble on your shaft.  I love to feel your cockhead against
the roof of my mouth."

   Soon she had it thoroughly wet with her spit.  His dick had sprung full
grown now, and it wavered stiffly about as she pushed it from side to side
with her cheeks while she licked at the base, getting his hairs sopping
wet. Suddenly, she plunged the whole thing into her mouth.  She managed to
swallow most of it on the first plunge.  Then she was still, her mouth
engorged for a moment, as if trying to gather herself together to do
something stupendous.

   And then she plunged her head forward along his shaft, and she forced
the head of his cock deep into her throat.  Blazer had never felt anything
like it before.  It was tighter than pussy, even tighter than ass.  And the
heat was terrific.  He felt his balls churning.  He tried to move but she
wouldn't let him.  He looked down at her, and she was rotating her head
around his peter as if it were a threaded screw and her mouth a lubricated
nut.  Her mouth was opened so wide that it looked disjointed.  She was
turning red and he realized that she wasn't breathing, but he could feel
her mouth muscles working along his cock.  He could feel her lips sucking
it.  He could feel her throat clipping his dick head.  He could feel
himself beginning to come.  He yelled a warning, "I'm going to come!" And
she chortled and hummed loudly, and he knew that she wanted him to.  Up it
came, by the gallons.

   When his cock spat, she began to croon loudly.  His balls burst like
water-filled balloons.  The thick stream of his come poured into her
throat. She felt it, like warm honey, ooze against her membranes.  The heat
started from that spot deep inside her throat.  It spread in all
directions. Into her stomach it flowed, down to her thighs, her backside,
her toes.  And wherever it went, it relaxed every muscle it touched.  She
felt the warmth from her own body flow through her pants, through her
uniform and puddle in the chair she was sitting on.

   Blazer had been letting out a series of grunts.  And with each grunt he
shot out a long blob of semen.  Each blob that left him made him weaker,
and now his knees were beginning to sag.  Nurse Bloom was now allowing his
cock to leave her mouth.  Now she was breathing around it, drawing great
drafts of cold air along his shaft and deep into her lungs.  Finally, he
staggered back and his cock plopped out of her slack mouth, trailing spit
and semen down her chin and onto the breast of her uniform.

   For the first time, he noticed that Carol Hooks was in the room also. 
She was watching them bug-eyed.  She and Ram were leaning against the
examination table, and she was absent-mindedly jacking off Ram's big dong.
Carol was not in uniform.  She was wearing her school clothes, which was a
simple mini-skirt, and no stockings.  Ram had her skirt up and was
caressing her legs, and now she began to rub his hard muscle along the side
of her thigh.  Now he positioned her directly in front of himself and
scooted down somewhat while she raised her backside, and soon the head of
his dick poked itself between her legs and up against her panty-covered
crotch.  She reached down and began fingering the underside of the big
cockhead between her legs.  She pushed it up hard against her cunt.  He
reached around to the front of her and slipped his hands down the waistband
of her panties.  Blazer could see the big knuckles inside the silky
material as the unseen fingertips parted the lips of the young girl's
pussy. Carol began to sigh and she squeezed her legs together around Ram's
cock as she tickled it faster with her soft fingers.  Ram started a panting
moan and gently let his fingers slide into the opening, wet cave of the
girl.  Slowly, he began to grind his pelvis back and forth, massaging his
dick between her thighs while pushing her pussy harder against his hand. 
His other hand found its way down her blouse and under her bra.  He found a
tit nipple and he began to squeeze and pull on it.  She threw her head back
against his shoulder and he began licking her temple and then her cheek. 
Finally, she turned her head enough so that he could put his tongue into
her mouth.

   Now Ram's cock extended far enough between the girl's legs for her to be
able to grasp it in her fist.  She did so while they were still kissing,
and she pulled upward, making the hard cockshaft push up against his
fingers which pushed harder against her clit, which nearly drove her mad.
She screamed in Ram's mouth and frantically worked her pussy along Ram's
limb.  At the same time, she was jerking on his cock at a rapid rate.  Her
tongue was swirling around and around inside his mouth rather like a dog
chasing his own tad.  Ram began to buck faster.  His fingers were well up
into Carol's cunt and he was reaching that magical spot.  And then he did.
She pulled her mouth from his and screamed with her head jammed hard
against his shoulder.  Ram felt her pussy clamp around his fingers.  When
she creamed she tightened her fist around his cock for an instant, and then
she began to jack him furiously.  His toes began to curl under, and he
grunted just as Blazer had done.  And a thick garden hose-size stream of
rich white come squirted across the room and onto the opposite wall, where
it began to flow down like the insides of a smashed egg.

   Nurse Bloom had recovered somewhat from her excesses with Blazer.  And
when she saw Ram's come flowing down the wall, she told him that he didn't
have to be so messy, and she got up, removed her wet panties and went over
to the wall and used them to catch up Ram's come.  Then she threw the
sopping panties into the sink.  Next, she started to take off the rest of
her clothes.

   "Let's all get naked and screw our troubles away," she laughed.

   And soon, all four of them were stripped down.  Miss Bloom was lying on
the examination table face down, and Ram was kissing her between the cheeks
of her ass.  While at the same time, Carol was squeezing the hunched-over
Ram's balls and watching his mouth work down in the white valley of Bloom's
backside.  Her mouth was moving along with Ram's and she hoped he would
stop soon so she could take his place.  She felt Blazer's cock against her
own soft buttocks and he was also licking her, behind her right ear, and
squeezing her breasts.

   Abruptly, an insistent knock came at the door.  All four persons inside
the examination room froze.  The knock came again.  Harder this time.  And,
finally, a voice whispered loudly through the door.

   "I know you're in there.  Open up.  Open up or I'll have someone come
and knock this door in!"

   Bloom was the first to regain her voice.

   "My God, it's Rand!"

   And nurse Rand again pounded on the door.  There was a tentative
scramble for clothes, but Bloom told them that there was no way they could
straighten themselves out before Rand brought the whole hospital down on
them.  She ordered the door opened.  Blazer did so, and nurse Rand gasped
in indignation at the completely naked man standing there before her with
his purple red cock sagging only somewhat.

   "Close the door," Bloom ordered and nurse Rand automatically stepped
inside with her eyes and mouth both agape.

   Wordlessly, nurse Rand looked around the room at the four totally naked
people.  Bloom was still lying on the table, and Ram still had one of his
hands of each of her buttocks.  His whole face was wet with saliva and
nurse Rand could see that same saliva coating the valley of nurse Bloom's
white buns.  She could see Carol, looking younger than she had ever looked
before, trying to hide behind the strapping young black boy whose cock she
had, until recently, been pulling on.  And then there was Blazer, standing
between her and the door.  His oversized, fleshy man tool leaning out of
his orange-red jungle of dick hairs, which climbed up his body and onto his
chest like some kind of red ivy.  Was he standing there menacingly?  Would
he step aside to let her out?  For the first time, she considered that
maybe she had gone too far.  But she just had to see for herself.  She
couldn't believe that such things actually happened.  That human beings
could deport themselves like animals, that they could actually be naked in
front of each other, that they could actually touch each other.  Now she
saw it was true.  Stories of the black mass flooded up through her mind. 
The rumors, the whispers in the night at the convent.  She looked at Blazer
again.  He was red, so red.  And she gasped and almost fainted when, for a
second, she thought she saw horns on Blazer's forehead and a tad switching
back and forth behind him.  But that was too much.  She closed her eyes and
then opened them, and the apparition was gone.

   She spoke, "What are you all doing in here?" Her voice was calm, and
after she had asked the question she realized how silly it sounded.  She
was a witness to something she didn't want to see.  And now seeing it, she
was a part of it.  It was like watching a very private murder in which no
one would know the details except the victim, the murderer, and herself. 
And now she felt as guilty as if she had committed the observed act
herself. Strangely, she began to relax.  It was as if something that had to
be done was finally finished.  She had heard of orgies.  She had condemned
them, if they existed, as works of a devil cult.  She didn't really believe
in them, but here she was right in the midst of one, although interrupted
by her presence.  It was like walking through the woods and finding little
men, with pointed hats, bowling.  She thought of that and she laughed.  She
looked at Blazer and saw the perplexed look on his face.  A big red-headed
kid with half an erection, standing there naked and looked quizzically at
her.  She laughed harder.  She could hear herself.  She sounded younger
than she thought she should.  She felt fighter than she thought she should.
Blazer was coming closer, or was she going to him?  She reached out and
grasped his cock.

   "What's wrong with her?" whispered Carol Hooks, still cowering behind
Ram.

   "She's hysterical.  She's cracked up," replied Bloom, barely above a
whisper.

   "Look at her go after that meat!" breathed Ram.  He was watching nurse
Rand, who had fallen to her knees in front of Blazer and who was holding
his reawakening cock in both hands and staring up at it unblinkingly.  Now
nurse Bloom sat up on the table.  She watched nurse Rand intently. 
Somebody inquired what was Rand going to do.  And Bloom whispered to the
kneeling, mesmerized woman on the floor, "Suck it.  Go ahead, Rand, suck
it!" Someone started to say something, but Bloom hushed them with a wave of
her hand.  She slid from the table and knelt down beside nurse Rand. 
Again, this time into the woman's ear, she said urgently, "Suck it, goddamn
it." Rand's mouth began to move as if she were talking, but nothing came
out.  Still, she held the gigantic prick aloft, but she didn't move.  Nurse
Bloom kissed her on the ear.  She licked deep and then tickled lightly with
the tip of her tongue.

   "You want me to kiss you?" Bloom murmured.  She trailed her tongue along
the other woman's cheek, she licked at the corner of the other woman's
mouth.  She put her hand up between the other woman's legs.  She squeezed
the other woman's cunt.  And then she got her head between the woman and
Blazer's cock and French kissed her.

   They both toppled backward on the floor.  When Bloom kissed nurse Rand,
Rand let go of Blazer's dick and put her arms around the woman who was
tonguing her.  With a muffled screech she began to scrape Bloom's feminine
skin with her fingernails.  She forced her own tongue into Bloom's mouth.
She reached down between their bodies and she found Bloom's pussy.  Deftly
she slipped a finger into Bloom's cunt, and unerringly, she found the right
spots and Bloom realized belatedly that she was, in fact, being raped by
another woman.

   The other three stood amazed as they watched the spectacle before them.
Bloom was now spread-eagled on the floor.  Over her hovered a demonic nurse
Rand, sucking her titties, licking at her belly, and finally, burying her
nose and mouth between Bloom's outstretched legs.  Bloom howled.  She
rocked up against the other woman's mouth.  She scooted along the floor
trying to escape the voracious mouth.  But there was no escape.  Nurse
Rand, her white stockings torn and dirty, her uniform askew, crawled
everywhere after her, sucking, licking and blowing into her pussy.  Blazer,
Ram, and Carol took refuge on the examination table since the two women, in
their passion, covered all the floor space at one time or another.

   On the table Carol sat between Ram's legs.  Now the surprised entrance
of nurse Rand, and the even more surprising scene taking place of the floor
had, ironically enough, taken the three table-bound lovers' minds off their
own sexual pleasures.  But now Bloom had weakened.  She had put up a good
fight, but now she lay there in the middle of the floor and let Rand
contentedly feast on her cunt.  She had long passed the stage of mere
enjoyment.  The pleasure had become so intense that it was painful.  Now
she had been transported beyond any pain.  Now there was only intense
pleasure, pleasure that bypassed all her voluntary reflexes.  Pleasure that
controlled her ass effectively as any pain the body can endure.  There was
no thinking for her, no reflections.  There was no seeing, no tasting, and
no feeling except the retching, spasmodic pleasure that made her body jump
like electric current was flowing through it.  Every muscle in her body,
she felt, was contracted as tightly as it could be, and the licking at her
pussy was going to release them soon.  She knew that she would not only
cream, but that she would also pee, and maybe even shit.  And she didn't
want to do that.  She didn't want to be embarrassed like that.  Somewhere,
someplace, the civilized portion of her mind was screaming.  But in vain.

   Ram watched nurse Bloom getting her pussy sucked out by nurse Rand.  Now
Bloom's shoulders were the only part of her body touching the floor.  She
had the back of her knees hooked over Rand's shoulders.  Rand was kneeling
now.  Ram could see the wide open mouth of the sucking woman working on the
upturned pussy.  Ram's cock began to grow again.  It swelled enough to
reach out and touch the soft white backside of the young girl sitting
between his legs.  Unthinkingly, he pulled her back against him.  But there
was a hand between her legs.  Blazer's fingers had buried themselves into
her cunt hairs.  Now he was parting the lips of her young gash.  She
settled against the big black man who's cock she was, by now, sitting on,
and whose hands were again stroking her breasts and, also, she enjoyed the
finger penetration of the red-haired man who sat next to them on the table.
All three saw nurse Bloom get her gun.

   She felt it coming.  It was almost as if someone had cut away the bottom
half of her body and now everything was draining out.  It was not an
unpleasant sensation.  It was a great release of tension.  Even her mind no
longer fought the inevitable.  Nurse Rand was sucking her like she had
never been sucked before.  Nurse Rand was an expert.  Nurse Rand had done
this before.  Naughty nurse Rand.  Bloom was thinking all this as her
climax started to flow upward from her toes, and forward from her ass.  Now
her cunt muscles began to push.  Now her pussy began to expel.  With three
great convulsions, nurse Bloom emptied her pussy into nurse Rand's hot
mouth.  The first convulsion arched her body out like a bow, her stomach
reaching for the ceiling.  The second convulsion slammed her ass toward the
floor violently.  On the third, her shoulders left the floor.  She climbed
up nurse Rand and somehow managed to be sitting on the other woman's
shoulder with her fingers tangled in the sucking woman's hair.  Then her
feet were on the floor, and in her spasm she actually leapfrogged over her
lover's head.  They lost contact with a big "smack" and Bloom was walking
around in a fit, pulling her own hair with her still-spasming pussy
spitting out clots of woman juice onto the floor.  She made it over to the
examination table just before she fainted.

   Nurse Rand, still clothed but dirty and disheveled, sat back on her
haunches.  She was staring at the wall as if she were expecting someone to
walk through it.  Blazer, Ram and Carol stretched Bloom out on the table.
They got a sheet and covered her there and then they went over to
investigate nurse Rand.  They walked around her, examining, but she never
really seemed to take any notice of them.  They called her name and she
responded properly enough, but no more.  It was Carol who suggested that
maybe she would be more comfortable with her clothes off.  So they laid her
out on the floor and removed her clothes.  In the process of doing this,
both men got big hard-ons again.  Nurse Rand had a beautiful body.  Blazer
had the job of pulling down her panties.  After Ram had raised her torso
off the floor and Carol had unsnapped her bra, Blazer straddled the woman's
body with his long cock falling against her naked white thighs, and he
pulled her panties down, raising her rump from the floor with no help from
the others.  On his knees, he walked his way down her body and finally
unhooked her panties from her feet.  Here, before him, naked and hot, was
the woman he'd always wanted to fuck.  Like a gourmet loath to touch a
beautiful meal, he looked at her a long time.  He saw that her body looked
younger than her face.  He noticed that, even flat on her back, her tits
rose up like stiff dicks under a bed sheet.  He saw her waistline was so
small that the skin was compressed into a darker line of flesh that
encircled it.  Her legs were womanly, not lean like a girl.  But the
biggest surprise of all was that nurse Rand was a blonde.  Her pussy was
buried under a lush golden silken thatch of beautiful blonde hairs.  And
then, for the first time, he noticed that she was looking at him.  Frankly
and openly, she was staring at him straight in the face as he knelt there
at her feet.  His cock had grown to an enormous erection, and he knew that
she had seen it.  For the first time, she spoke to him.

   "Give it to me," she said quietly, "Please give it to me." Inexplicably,
he was flooded with compassion for this woman lying before him.  Tenderness
pervaded his whole being, and for the first time in his life, he considered
a woman as something other than a cunt.

   "Do you," he stammered, "have you ever ...  "

   "No," she interrupted, "you'll be the first one.  You'll be my first
real man."

   She opened her legs slightly and turned her head away.  Slowly he
crawled to her.  He handled her gently, almost as if he was afraid he would
break her.  He spread her legs farther.  Under the blonde hairs he could
see her open gash.  It was moist and ready, lewd and yet so innocent. 
Carefully he pressed his cock to her entrance, and she began biting her
lower hp.  He hesitated again.  Was he hurting her?  Slowly he began
rubbing his swollen cockhead up and down her wet trench.  He was hovering
over her, supporting himself with one palm flat against the floor.  With
the other hand, he continued to move his dick against her pussy.  It felt
so good, so goddamned good.

   Slowly his back and leg muscles began to relax and his body lowered
itself toward her.  And his cock eased deeper into her warm hole.  Her
pussy sucked him in.  Abruptly, she turned her head and banged her cheek
against the floor.  He thought he had heard her moan.  He pulled out of her
a little, but it was hard to do.  The suction was terrific, and he knew
that he could never pull completely away from her because she had something
inside her that he had never had before.  He didn't know what it was, but
as his dick went into her, the pleasure became unbearable.  And so, it was
for his own sake as well as hers, that he allowed his cock to retreat
somewhat.  But now, after a second or two, he was ready to continue his
lascivious journey.  Down his body fell, deeper into her went his red cock.
Now the meat was completely in, now the first part of the long shaft, and
now, just a little more.  She growled like an animal, and then she crooned.
He was carefully watching his dick disappearing into her body.  He watched
as her cunt spread and ate the tremendous meal he was feeding her.  He
watched her take it all.  And then, he looked up into her face and saw that
again she was watching him with her eyes wide open.  There was something in
her eyes.  He thought it was hatred at first, but then he realized that it
was more like defiance, a challenge.  And then she spoke.  "Get it, get it,
you nasty bastard.  Fuck it!  Give it to me." It wasn't a taunt.  She said
it evenly, coolly, almost as if she were giving him instructions on how to
inject drugs into a patient's vein.  He let his hips drop, and his cock
sank almost the full length into her cunt.  She raised her own hips and
began to rotate around it.  Her eyes were closed now, and she had the back
of her head firmly against the floor.  And then, she relaxed.

   "That's it," she breathed, "Give me more.  I want more." He slipped his
hands under her buttocks and pulled her up to him.  He ground his stomach
into hers, and when their pubic hairs met, they began fucking like mad. 
Steadily they screwed, not making any sound except for an occasional grunt.
Inside her pussy he could feel his shaft unbending, being worked up and
down.  There was a firm spot in there somewhere and every once in a while,
his dickhead would hit against it, giving him unlimited pleasure.  With his
cock, and on every stroke, he searched for that spot.  And she was trying
to help him find it.  Each time he hit that spot she could feel his cock
rubbing harder against the walls of her cunt, swelling, increasing the
pressure, increasing the friction and making her scream deep down inside
her throat.

   CHAPTER VIII

   Carol Hooks had never fucked in a hard-backed chair before.  But now Ram
was sitting there with his cock up at, as she remembered from geometry
class, a forty-five degree angle.  He was watching the couple on the floor
and he was jacking himself off.  He was taking slow strokes up and down his
long black pole.  Without a word, Carol approached him and knocked his
masturbating hand away.  Understandingly, he closed up his legs so that she
could straddle him.  She had hold of his meat and she hefted it
experimentally, and then she applied it to her sopping pussy.  Now she
eased herself down on it while holding her breath and gritting her teeth.
Ram raised his ass off the chair and jammed his dick into her.  She made a
grunting sound because his attack knocked the wind out of her momentarily.

   "Easy, honey, easy," she soothed him.  He sat back down in the chair.

   "That's right," she told him, "Don't hurt me.  I'll give you all you
want, but let me ride it for a while."

   Ram settled down and Carol leaned back from him.  She arched her back
and with her arms outstretched, she placed the palms of her hands on his
shoulders.  Before him, he could see her small luscious tits bouncing as
she rocked her pussy around his black dick.  He leaned forward and caught
one in his mouth.  She sucked in her breath.  He licked and sucked one
nipple, pulling at it with his lips, scraping it with his teeth, and then
removing his mouth from it entirely and just letting his tongue flip it up
and down and side to side.  His sucking was making her hotter.  He could
feel it.  She ground down on him tighter now, and she moved a little
faster. She began to whimper.  Now she began to fuck him madly.  She was
babbling in time with her movements.  She was rising from the knees.  She
was digging her nails into his shoulders.  She was crying, "Oh," and, "Ah,"
and making other helpless sounds.  She was throwing it to him so hard that
the chair they were fucking in began to bounce across the floor.  Ram
grabbed her hips and tried to hold her down.

   "No, don't, don't!" she cried.

   Still, he tried to hold her.  He wanted to get his dick deep into her
and keep it there.  He wanted to deep fuck.  Finally he succeeded and she
let her head fall on his shoulder.  She began pleading into his ear.

   "Ohh, let me fuck.  Please let me fuck you.  Oh, baby, it feels so good.
Oh, shit, you're killing me now.  Oh, God!"

   He had a wrist lock on her hips and all she could do was rotate around
his blood-gorged cock.  He started working his ass muscles, which made his
dick jump inside her pussy.  He was teaching her something.  It was just as
good, or better, this way than with the frantic humping she was trying to
do.  Soon he knew she would prefer it.

   "Jeez, I've never had it like this before.  Oh, hell!  What are you
doing to me?  Stop it.  Stop it please.  Please ...  Please!" And she began
to cry.  But Ram kept up his deep fucking.  He could feel her pussy closing
in on his cock, and he knew that she was learning to use muscles she never
knew she had.

   "All right, you bastard, all right ...  Go ahead, just kill me.  Go
ahead, fuck me, fuck me.  That's right, fuck ...  goddamn, shit.  Oh, shit,
shit, shit ...!" And she squeezed her pussy around his jumping dick.

   On the floor, nurse Rand had doubled herself up, and now her knees were
under Blazer's shoulders.  This position put Blazer's hot red pole right
against her clit constantly, and he now rubbed it going up and coming down.
Her pussy spasmed and pulled at the cock fucking it.  She became hotter and
tighter.  Now she worked harder to rub her pussy button against the
invading blood sausage.

   "Oh, so good, so good, so damned good," she uttered.  Her pussy was hot,
but Blazer felt that he had things under control, thanks to nurse Bloom's
throat massage.  And so, he relaxed and methodically fucked the girl under
him.

   Nurse Bloom came to.  She pulled herself up from the examination table
and staggered over to the sink.  Using her own panties, she soaked her face
in cold water, and then, using more cold water, she again wet the panties
and held them between her legs.  Two things disturbed her.  One was that
her two men were busily engaged in screwing two other women, and the other
was that she knew they all had been away from their hospital work too long.
Soon someone would start looking for them.  She had to break the party up.
She knew that the only way she could do that was to make sure everybody got
their guns, and quickly.

   She went over and thrust her tongue down Ram's mouth.  At the same time,
she reached around and applied a finger to Carol's asshole.  Carol jumped,
but Ram was holding her down.  He had no idea what Bloom was doing.  Nurse
Bloom stopped kissing him, but she kept working her finger on his partner's
backside.

   "She's going to come, Ram," Bloom whispered to him, "Do you feel her
pussy getting tighter?" At the same time, she moved her finger up into
Carol's ass.  Carol was babbling.  She had no control over her speech.  Her
head hung limp on Ram's shoulder.  Bloom could feel Ram's cock through the
thin membranes of Carol's insides.  She pushed against it.  The pressure
was terrific.  Slowly, Carol pulled her fingernails up Ram's back.

   The skin curled up from his back like wood shavings from a knife.  Blood
filled the love wounds and mixed with the sweat of the humping black man.
Ram felt Bloom's finger through Carol's ass push tightly up against the
base of his cock.  This made his cock so hard that it actually became
insensate.  He could feel nothing but that delicious pressure against his
dick roots.  It rubbed against his dick string, it pulled against his
prostrate, it made his balls rise and fall like a yo-yo.  His cock swelled
and Carol's glands exploded.  She creamed.  She didn't make a sound, but
she just collapsed.  Suddenly, she became dead weight on Ram, but he didn't
notice.  Someone had poured gasoline up his ass, and now they lit it.  The
fire came pouring out of his cock.  He yelled as boiling hot semen burned
his tube and he filled the young girl's pussy with thick gobs of steaming
come.

   Next, nurse Bloom went to Blazer and nurse Rand.  She lay out on the
floor and pushed her tongue into nurse Rand's mouth.  Rand kissed her back,
and at the same time, she began to fuck Blazer harder.  Still, Blazer was
cool.  Nurse Bloom left Rand's mouth slowly.  She licked her fellow nurse
on the lips and pecked her on the chin, and then sat back and watched the
two fucking for a while.  Then she crawled around behind them and reached
in between Blazer's legs and grabbed his nuts.  Blazer no longer was cool.
Bloom cradled his nuts in one hand and placed the other on one of his
shoulders.  She squeezed his fruit sacks rhythmically.  Her efforts
immediately set Blazer's balls afire.  The fire spread and heated his ass.
He felt as though he were sitting in a tub of hot water.  Now he could feel
the heat in the tip of his cock deep inside nurse Rand's cunny.  His tool
became harder still.

   Nurse Rand felt the effect of Bloom's manipulations.  She felt Blazer's
dick grow hotter and larger inside her.  It swelled suddenly and it
stretched the walls of her virgin cunt.  Now she felt every pore on the
skin of his big red dick as it rubbed her insides.  She raised her legs
higher.  His dick was growing.  It was getting fatter and longer.  It was
going deeper inside her.  She cried out, "Wonderful.  What are you doing
now?  Oh, so ...  It's so ...  Oh shit!" She rode him harder.  Animal
instinct drove her on.  Only her lust told her that by squeezing and
pulling, and twisting her pussy on this man's cock could she find the
ultimate and supreme pleasure.  And then, Blazer stiffened.  He wasn't
moving, but he was making horrible noises in his throat.  He stretched
above her with his body so taut and his arms at full length and his palms
flat against the floor so that she could wrap her legs around him and pull
herself up clear off the floor.  And with her ass off the floor, she could
really work her cunt up and down his fantastically-hard cock.  She fucked
him frantically.  Grunting, cursing, and crying, she sucked on his dick
with her hungry pussy.

   Behind him, nurse Bloom had her mouth deep into the crack of his ass. 
His tightened backside muscles were no match for her chin.  She had buried
her tongue into his crack, and she had tried to force it into his shit
hole. But she couldn't do it because it was closed too tightly.  The heat
was almost unbearable there, and she loved what she was doing.  She bit
down on his tight brown exit, she licked at it with her tongue.  Using her
hands, she managed to pry open his cheeks somewhat, and she licked him from
balls to spine along his deep crack.  He wasn't moving at all now.  He
didn't need to, he was being fucked in front and getting sucked behind.

   Blazer's mind was a red haze of lust.  He couldn't move.  If he moved
just one muscle, he would blow apart like a hand grenade.  But, still, he
knew he would blow.  Goddammit, nurse Rand wouldn't keep still.  She was
ramming and rotating her greedy pussy along and around his hard cock.  And
that bitch Bloom was eating his ass.  He could actually feel her teeth
nipping at his hole.  He was begging them to stop, but even he knew that
what was coming out of his mouth was unintelligible.  And then, he felt it.
That good spot nurse Rand had inside her pussy.  She was rubbing it against
his cockhead.  One hit, two hits, and again ...  He felt her shift herself
around a little.  There!  She did it again!  Oh shit, and again.  And now
every time.  Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing.  He felt something leave
his balls.  Inch by inch it was being coaxed out along his cock.  Each time
she hit that good spot it came forward like thick syrup being sucked
through a straw.  He tried to hold it back because if it came it would kill
him.  But the two women were merciless.  Nurse Bloom clamped her mouth and
teeth on his asshole and nurse Rand rubbed her pelvis bone, coated with
pussy flesh, against his cockhead.  And he lost control.  It felt like
piss. It poured from him in a long steady stream.  Nurse Rand was
screaming, her heels were kicking him in the small of his back.  Nurse
Bloom was squeezing his balls again.  She was talking to him soothingly,
"That's right, that's right, let it all come out.  Give it all to her. 
Cream her good." He heard splattering sounds on the floor.  Nurse Bloom
reached under them and bathed her hand in the pool of semen which dripped
from their bodies.  She applied her soaked palm to Blazer's hanging balls.
The stuff made his sacs slippery, and she squeezed them through her fingers
and made him come some more.  She did this until he collapsed.

   * * *

   Of course, when the hospital administrator received nurse Rand's letter,
he immediately recognized Blazer and Ram from his own adventures with them
and his own wife and secretary.  He was trying to consider just what to do
when nurse Rand came to him and insisted on withdrawing her letter, saying
that it was all just a silly joke.  Sensing something amiss, he sternly
refused to allow her to do so.  He accused her of trying to ruin the
reputation of two good boys, a student nurse, and others as well as of the
hospital itself.  However, he would allow her letter to be returned if she
would only show some sign of contriteness.  They discussed the matter for a
while and, finally, in his office, on her knees, she happily paid for her
misdeed.
   The End