Chapter 3
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.