Chapter 5

"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 mid-shaft 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.