Chapter 2
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.