Chapter 6
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.