Chapter 4
It was a few days later and he had managed to duck Miss Bloom by the simple expedient of staying home one day and by volunteering to clean laboratory test equipment the next. That way he stayed out of the halls and Miss Bloom's sight. But on the third day she caught him.
"Well, Blazer, where have you been? I need you."
"Well, uh, Miss Bloom, I can't help you out today, ma'm."
"Is that so? Why?"
"The doctor, she ... eh, he put me on a diet."
"A diet!"
"I mean on a restriction."
"What kind of restriction, Blazer?"
"No sex, that's what he said, no sex."
"Well, for how long?"
"I donno. Until I see the other doctor, I guess."
"You have to see another doctor?"
"Yes'm."
"Well, I was right. There is something wrong with you!"
"I guess so."
"The doctors will straighten you out. Don't worry about a thing. By the way, have you seen Ram around?"
"No ma'm ... "
"Go find him. I can never keep track of that boy. Those people are so lazy."
"What do you want him for?"
"Oh, I just have some cleaning I want him to do, but that's none of your business. You're sick and I have to have somebody to do my cleaning. Go find Ram."
Ram was hard to find, but finally one of the maids said that she thought that Ram had been called to the "office." The term "office" was a euphemism for the top six stories of one wing of the hospital devoted to the administrative and business portion of the operation of the organization. It was a Mount Olympus where Blazer hesitated to go, and it was only an overwhelming curiosity about Ram's going there that drove him on. He had never been there before. It was a new world to him. Up here there wasn't a hospital smell or sound around. There wasn't a white uniform or stethoscope in sight. The corridor stretched out before him, the floor a plush orange carpet, the walls were covered with gold-veined wallpaper, and from the ceiling, orange globes of lights hung like an orderly collection of evening suns.
And toward him came a young blond girl in a miniskirt. He thought that she might have been a messenger, a guide of some sort to show him around. But she merely smiled at him as she glided past and when he turned, finally, to watch her go, she had disappeared. There were doors lining the corridor; most were closed, but some were open. He came to an intersecting hall and it seemed to stretch beyond the horizon in both directions. A man passed him in the hall. The man had on a necktie and a suit. He was immaculate, and he glanced at Blazer curiously as they met and passed. Blazer dared not turn around and look because he knew the man was looking back at him. Blazer suddenly felt like a tramp traveling through a rich neighborhood. He knew that he didn't belong here and that he, most likely, wasn't welcome and that pretty soon the local cops would come and beat him up and kick him out of the area. Now he began to feel the rise of panic crawl up the nape of his neck. He didn't see any stairways or elevators and he didn't have the slightest idea how to flee this place and return to the hospital below. And then a voice said "Are you looking for the other boy?" It was the man who had passed. He was standing a few feet down the hall watching Blazer suspiciously. Blazer nodded unable to speak.
"I think you'll find him in the Administrator's office right down there at the end of the hall. Just open the door and go in. They're probably moving some furniture or something around in there."
Blazer went to the door indicated but it wouldn't open. He was about to knock after considering whether he should or not, when the door opened slowly and Ram's black face peered out from within.
"Hey mother, what are you doing up here?" Ram whispered as he opened the door. It was as if it was the door to his own apartment.
"Bloom sent me looking for you. I think she wants to get raped again," Blazer replied almost absent-mindedly as he entered the office and looked around like a tourist in his first big town.
"Man," said Ram, "I ain't fooling around with that poor-assed bitch today. I'm on to something. Keep quiet."
Again he made Blazer be quiet as they went into another room and there was a woman peeking through a keyhole into still another room. The woman turned just as they approached and for a moment she seemed startled by Blazer's appearance. And then she smiled and said, "Good, you got another witness ... They're still at it, look." Ram went up to the door and peeked through a crack. And Blazer took a good look at the woman who had turned and gone over to a bar installed in the wall and poured herself a drink. Then, she turned and held the bottle out toward Blazer in a mute offering. She was a woman, not a girl, or even a young lady, but in her late forties. She was, as the description goes, well preserved. Her hair was brown, too brown for her age, and every strand was exactly as the hairdresser had left it. Her make-up was calculated and precise without a flaw in its application. It gave the impression of a mask that goes with a Goldilocks Halloween costume. Her breasts were there, but de-emphasized by the expensive materials that covered them. Her waistline was thicker than it had been, but still attractive since it accented the beautiful swell of her mature hips, which allowed no slack in any of the material which covered them. Her legs were small, but her ankles smaller, which made everything all right. Her knees were fleshy as her thighs swelled to meet the fullness of her hips and ass. She came back over to the door, she had two drinks in her hands and she stood silently beside Ram looking at him as he continued to peek through the crack. She eyed him up and down but her eyes stopped where Ram was rubbing his cock slowly through his clothes. With the hand holding the extra drink, she bumped Ram twice before she could get his attention, and on the second bump half of the drink spilled out and down Ram's arm. But finally, he turned from the door and took the drink and downed it in one drag. And when he turned, Blazer could see his cock poking out the front of his pants, and Blazer wanted very much to see what was going on in the other room. Ram went over to the bar and poured himself another drink. The woman and Blazer stayed near the door. The woman glanced through the keyhole and then said to Blazer, "See how hard my husband works to support me and his family." She stepped aside and allowed Blazer to look through the door. The room inside was a large office with one enormous desk and a large table and several upholstered chairs. On the floor was a deep carpet and on the carpet there were a man and a woman. The woman was young, about twenty, and she was on her knees. Her dress and slip were bunched up around her waist and she had no panties on. She was posed with a concave arch in her back, rather like a sway-backed horse, which made her beautiful, naked white backside seem the biggest, most delicious part of her ass, indeed, the man kneeling behind her obviously thought since he was greedily licking between her cheeks. He was a stout man, much older than she, and as he almost doubled over to get at her backside, his fat stomach was squeezed against his naked upper thighs like a big balloon about to burst. As Blazer watched him lick, the girl waved her ass around and pushed back against the man's face, her mouth dropped open and then her head dropped between her shoulders.
"The bastard's made her come," he heard the woman say, and he realized that she had managed to watch the action along with him through the crack near the hinges of the door.
"That's my husband and his latest secretary. She's a good looking girl. Not much older than our daughter."
The man now ceased his meal of young ass and leaned back, and his cock came into view. It was a short, thick member hampered by the expanse of stomach that it had to extend out from under.
"Look at that," the woman said, "I haven't seen it that hard in twenty-five years, the sonofabitch!"
Blazer felt his own dick stiffen up. Now the woman, entranced by the sight of her husband's stiff dong nearing the young girl's ass, squeezed between Blazer and the door, trying to get a better view by looking through the keyhole. But Blazer did not give way easily because he also wanted to see what was going on. As a consequence of all this, their bodies met. Her soft, well formed, well ripened ass pushed back against his young, hard, eager cock. In the other room the husband's cock was disappearing between his young secretary's legs. He grasped her by her naked hips and pulled her back toward him and he, at the same time, rested back on his haunches. He said something to her and she began to grind her hips around and up and down slowly.
"That's him all right, he's making her do all the work," the woman said. Blazer felt her reach behind and caress his cock and squeeze his balls. Ram came over and announced that he wanted to see what was going on, and after a moment the woman said, "Let the black boy look some," and she went away from the keyhole and Blazer followed, his stiff cock chilled where her warm hand had been.
"I'm not going to let him get away with this," she said watching Ram rub himself while looking through the door.
"I only came up here to give him his birthday present. I asked Ram to carry it up here for me since it's rather heavy, and since Ram occasionally does work for us at home. And we walk in here and there he is, sucking that bitch's pussy. Damn him, he always liked unusual presents. Oh, if I only had my lawyer here, or a photographer. But, come to think of it, I'm glad now that I don't. I can get back at him a better way than divorcing him. Come on. Let's break the party up!"
And after saying this, she pushed Ram away from the door and burst into the room.
"Happy birthday," she yelled and the girl was up and behind the desk in an instant, leaving the man still down on his knees. The girl watched the woman intently, not sure what was going to happen. There was no way out since the invading party was between her and the door.
"Ah, my dear," said the man grunting his way up from the floor, "Your suspicions are confirmed."
She replied, "I didn't come up here to catch you, otherwise I should have brought better witnesses and a photographer, dear." The man went over to a closet and brought out a silk robe. He put it on. The girl stayed behind the desk, immobile as a piece of furniture. The man went around and sat behind the desk and he casually reached up and began caressing the girl's backside.
"I am glad that you and I are too civilized for primitive animosities concerning informal sex, my dear," he said, and, "I assure you that this girl and others like her have made me a happier man and a better husband than I could ever have been without them."
"Indeed, I believe you. In fact I just remarked to these two gentlemen how rejuvenated you were while you were dipping into your beautiful fountain of youth. She is a lovely girl, you know. Come here, child, come from behind that desk and let me appraise you critically as I already have emotionally. You see, I am always interested in what my husband is interested in. That's how our marriage has been so successful."
The man pushed the girl gently away from him, "Go," he said. "She has a genuine, motherly interest in you. Show her what I like."
"Yes," said the woman, "there's always Christmas. Maybe Santa Claus will bring you another one, dear."
The man smiled and the girl came from behind the desk. She stood in front of it like a slave on the block.
"Pull up your dress, my dear," said the woman. The girl hesitated and the woman continued, "Oh, these two gentlemen have already seen your wares and how you use them, so there'll be no revelation to them. Only an encore. Right now, I am pleasantly disposed to you, but I hate hypocrites. You've bared your ass before, and you obviously love to fuck, so don't be demure now. We're all animals until sated. In other words, cooperate or you'll be in trouble. There are three men here and only two of us. We can't help from having a good time." She addressed the man, "Can we dear?"
The man answered, realizing for the first time what his wife had in mind. "The black too?"
"Oh him especially. I've had too much salt in my diet for years. Time to try a little pepper, although I suspect that he isn't so little. But pull up your dress, my dear, and we'll see how little you are." The girl looked desperately at the man behind the desk, and he merely said, "Go on, my dear, the experience will be good for you."
"Yes," said the woman, "I think you ought to strip down completely. Only silly school girls ruin their dresses by bunching them up around the waist."
And the man said, "Precisely."
The girl began to take off her clothes. Needless to say, Blazer watched her intently. She was a tall girl with small hips and very long legs. Her breasts were not small, but nor were they bulbous. Instead, they were shaped somewhat like a plum pudding, complete with a cherry on top. Blazer had never seen tits like those before and he wanted to suck them even more than he wanted to fuck the girl. His cock pushed against his pants; it was a pleasant sensation. The girl was completely naked. The woman asked her to turn around and she did, several times, warming up to the game. And then the woman said, "Let's see what kind of effect you have on the men, my dear. Husband, you're first, since you're the oldest. Stand up and undo your robe." The man stood up like a prize student showing off his knowledge for the visiting school board. His stubby little cock stood out straight from his pubic hairs. It was a cherry red, but he couldn't see it because of his stomach.
"Very good," said the woman, and then she turned to Blazer, "You're next, young man."
Blazer unzipped his pants and pushed them and his underpants down past his enormous hard-on. He stood there with it waving about stiffly, like a hungry serpent sticking out of a hole in a wall waiting for something edible to come by. The girl leaned back against the desk, her thighs came apart just a little, and Blazer could see that her pussy was watering. The woman spoke again to the girl, "I want you to open the next package, my dear. Go pull the nigger's cock out." The girl left the desk and went over to Ram and throughout the journey, her eyes never left the hump in his pants.
"Be careful," said the woman, "don't get the zipper caught in it. Zippers are hard to repair."
First the girl explored the hump with her hands. It was as if she were trying to decide the best approach to the problem of uncovering the meaty monster. And while she was exploring him, Ram palmed and pulled her titties. Blazer could stay idle no more. He went over to the fondling couple and stood behind the girl with his long cock almost touching her ass cheeks.
Ram had her breast monopolized so Blazer went for her snatch. He sunk one hand, from the rear, between her legs and with a "sop" plunged three fingers into her excited, well-lubricated fun hole. She purred her satisfaction at his activities and she began to unfasten Ram's clothes. To remove Ram's trousers she had to bend down slightly and this made her more accessible to Blazer's fingering. After a struggle, she managed to free the big black hose that Ram called his "bald headed champ" from the confines of Ram's pants and underwear. For a moment the woman lost her dignity and exclaimed, "Oh my God, look at that!"
But the girl was beyond vocal appreciation. She merely dropped to her knees, ignoring Blazer's fingers, and began to rub Ram's big, purple-black cockhead against her forehead, closed eyelids, nose, cheeks, chin, and finally, parted lips. By this time Blazer too was on his knees behind the girl; he introduced his dick between the upturned soles of her feet between which suspended her dripping cunt, and when she felt his probing she made things a little easier for him by rising up a little, but never unmouthing Ram's sugar cane. The position was uncomfortable, but Blazer managed to get a portion of his cock into the girl's hot cunt, and he fucked her while she mouthed Ram's tool. Presently, Blazer felt a pair of cool hands on his shoulders. He looked around and saw the woman, naked, standing behind him watching the girl feasting, and when he turned to look up at the woman she bent down and placed her lips on his and buried her small, lively hot tongue into his mouth. She explored him from wisdom to incisors and by her sucking invited him to do the same to her. And so he did, and with his cock surrounded by warm moist young pussy. The kiss broke and the woman dropped to her knees beside the girl, and with her nose only inches away from the girl's mouth, and the black cock that was engorging it, she watched with sparkling eyes the girl enjoying her nigger steak. And then, without warning, she grabbed the girl by her hair and pulled her violently away from the cock. There was a loud sound when cock and mouth parted. The girl's face was turned toward the ceiling by the woman's grip, and the black, saliva-covered cockhead stretched there alone in space. The girl's body came back with her head driving her pussy down on Blazer's dick more, and her upturned face and lips were met by those of the fat older man, the woman's husband, and his tongue replaced Ram's cock.
Meanwhile, the older woman took the abandoned black cock into her own mouth and worked more expertly than the girl had and made Ram moan almost immediately. This was proof that she was no virgin at sucking cock, and that she dearly loved the one she had in her mouth at the time. Somehow Blazer found his head against the older man's fat stomach, and the little, stubby, hard Cock was rubbing rhythmically against the nape of his neck. The girl's tits came to mind, and he reached for them, but he could only use one hand without falling over backwards. The whole main disadvantage to his own position was that he needed to suck on something, but there was nothing he could reach, even the woman's breasts were too low for him to get to, and so, instinctively, without thinking, he took the little stubby stick of the man's into his mouth and prayed he wasn't turning queer. But he gave it a good sucking. Too good: the man started coming right away. Blazer's own cock swelled. The man shot a load into Blazer's mouth which ran down Blazer's cheek and chin and onto the floor. And Blazer's own cock flooded the girl, and she screamed and came too.
The man removed his limp dick from Blazer's mouth. The girl fell over to one side, exhausted. Blazer knelt there spitting on the floor trying not to remember what he had just done. That left the woman Ram with their juices intact. Now the woman had Ram all to herself and she moaned happily as she managed to stuff more of his hefty dong into her mouth. It was rather like a sparrow eating an anaconda. But she held the black cockhead in her mouth and lashed the underside of it with her tongue, and while one hand jerked and pulled at the massive shaft the other tickled and scratched at the hairy sacs between his legs. Ram, for his part, managed to completely destroy the expensive hair style of the woman by rubbing and twisting his hands over her scalp in the throes of his ecstasy. And then with her hair a hydra-like mass, and her make-up, especially her lipstick, gone or smeared, the woman stood up and she lightly kissed Ram on the lips and taking him by the cock, she pulled-led him over to her husband who was sitting on the floor with his back against the desk. She and Ram both towered over the exhausted man and he looked up at them with the wariness of a recalcitrant prisoner beholding a guard with a rubber hose in his hand standing over him. And, indeed, the woman did have a hose, but it wasn't rubber.
"Oh, how lucky you are, my dear," the woman said, "How many men have ever had the thrill of touching the cock that was about to fuck their own wives. But what I have in mind is a little contest. In three minutes Ram and I will screw, that is, if he is able to. What I am saying, darling, is that if you manage to somehow make him lose this magnificent hard-on, he and I shant be able to do anything. Will we? So, it's a contest between you and Ram. Ram, if you stay hard, you get my pussy; husband, if you make him shoot within three minutes you won't have to suffer the anguish of seeing your wife of twenty-five years sliding deliriously up and down this beautiful black pole."
She let go of Ram's prick and stepped aside, and with a flourish, said, "Let the contest begin."
The girl recovered from her exhaustion and she crawled over to Blazer and they both sat on the carpeted rug and propped themselves against the wall, and her hand fell casually between his legs while they watched the game which the woman laughingly suggested they call "Cock and Mouth."
At first, the fat old man sat on the floor gazing reproachfully at the soot-covered sinew dangling so insistently there in front of his nose. And the woman finally said, "Dear, are you trying to hypnotize it? Or has it charmed you? It won't disappear, darling, and I assure you it isn't an illusion. Touch it and see." And as if on command the man reached out and felt the gigantic cock. He snatched his hand back quickly.
"It's hot," he said.
"Oh yes, wonderfully so," she sighed.
He reached out again, and this time his caress was longer. The woman was down on her knees beside him, her face close to his, but he didn't look at her—his eyes stayed steadily on the object he was holding. She shouted in his face, her saliva sprayed his face when she talked.
"It's yours," she shouted, "It's all yours! Go on, take it. If you make him come I will miss a good fucking, but it might be worth it to see you suck his juices out. Go on!" She put her hand behind her husband's head and pressed gently forward and chanted, "Suck it. Suck it. Suck it." The cock and mouth met, and her eyes were only inches away and she saw her husband's lips part and take in the big juicy dick. As her husband's lips worked, so did hers; she sucked her phantom dick when he sucked the real one, she bit when he bit, and when he tongued so did she. And Ram had them both by the back of their heads. His eyes were closed and it's doubtful whether he actually knew which one of the two had encased him.
Suddenly, the husband stopped his ministrations and pushed Ram away and the wife was startled out of her ecstasy. She sat, or was pushed, down on the floor. The husband got up and with a measured appraisal of Ram's spit-covered cock, he turned and flopped over the desk top, leaving his fat backside up in the air. Then he pushed back and after a few preliminary wriggles, he had Ram's fat, wet cockhead where he wanted it and then he shoved back so violently that it would have knocked Ram down except that now the man had a grip on Ram so tight that the black orderly couldn't fall down if he wanted to. The friction was terrific and Ram felt his balls begin to churn. He began to fuck the man's ass. But the woman leaped up from the floor and screamed foul. And then she insisted that the time was up, that three minutes had passed, but still Ram remained locked in the man's asshole. The man humped and twisted his big buttocks, pulling Ram in deeper and deeper, and where the temperature was going from warm to hot, and where there was more moisture. The woman was frantic now, she screamed and tried to pull the men apart, but they continued to fuck. Blazer felt sorry for her and he wanted to help but now the girl was sitting athwart him and had his re-stiffened cock between her white thighs and was plucking at the head with first one hand, then the other. Now the woman was running around the two men in a circle. She was like a mother ground bird chased out of her nest by a snake who was now eating the eggs. She found herself behind the desk near her husband's head. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled, but they still fucked. She began banging his head against the desk, but he didn't seem to mind, for he felt Ram crawling into him inch by inch, getting closer and closer to that sensitive spot. And then the woman, out of a unique mixture of desperation and malice, picked up a glass paperweight and cuffed her husband beside his head and the man collapsed out cold on the desk.
Now he was an unseeing, unfeeling hunk of flesh, but Ram hadn't noticed, he was still plugging away. Now the woman ran around behind Ram and tried to pull him away from her inactive husband. But Ram was too far gone to stop. He was no longer a rational human being; all his thoughts and actions were controlled by instinct which, in turn, was only concerned with receiving the important signal from the ass-encased cock to spew forth the thick white juice of love. After finding that she could not pull Ram away, the woman just stood there and cursed him soundly, calling him all kinds of black things and telling him what a horrible pervert he was. But Ram worked on.
The girl got off Blazer's lap and laid her head against his stomach. She fingered the underside of his cock while she nibbled lightly at the base. They both watched and they saw the woman do something peculiar. Her husband, still unconscious, was still sprawled face down across the desk. True, his knees had buckled, but he was impaled on Ram's machine and could not fall to the floor. Now the woman crawled up on the desk and, facing Ram, she straddled her husband and squatted down on his shoulder blades. Like a big white frog she eased herself closer to the sweating Ram. Soon, she was sitting on her husband's upper buttocks and her pubic hairs were invading Ram's navel. And then, she slid downward off her husband's backside and worked her way between him and the humping Ram. Downward she came between the two men. Ram could no longer pump, in fact, as her weight bore down on him, his cock was being pulled from the man's big ass. Soon, she was astraddle the big cock like a naked maid on a barebacked stallion. She bounced up and down on it, and finally, with one big bounce she succeeded in removing the big dong from her husband's anus. There was a sound like a cork being pulled from a bottle. Ram grunted, the woman yelled in triumph, and the man collapsed on the floor.
"I smell shit," said the woman, and she felt between her legs where she held the base of Ram's cock and her finger came up brown. She put it in her mouth and tasted it, and then said thoughtfully, "It is shit!" She looked into Ram's face, "Your cock's covered with it. No wonder you were going so strong, boy," she said. She slid off his dong and pushed him back from the desk and her prostrate husband. She fell to her knees and looked at Ram's cock closely, "Brown on black," she cried, then she got up again and went across the room and got the girl's panties. She came back to Ram and wiped his cock clean.
"Usually," she said, "I would lick it clean, but you've had enough excitement. I want you to cream in my pussy, not in my face." And she rubbed Ram with the silken panties of the young girl. Then she said to him, "Cool off." Next, she went over to the man and tried to roll him over on his back, but he was too heavy. She called over to Blazer and the girl, who now had most of Blazer's cock in her mouth, "C'mon, you two. Help me bring him to." And the girl stopped her feeding and she and Blazer went over to the unconscious man and his naked wife. Then they, mostly Blazer, rolled the man over on his back. He looked like a great albino walrus lying there. His dick had shriveled up to nothing and his mouth had gaped open. The woman slapped at his face several times. He only moaned and licked his lips and never came completely awake. After much slapping and shaking, they all stood around and looked down at him trying to decide what to do next, and then the woman had an idea. She told the girl, "Suck his cock, dear, and I'll piss in his face. That ought to bring him around." The girl went to her knees between the man's limp legs and she took his soft peter into her mouth. She swished it around from one side of the mouth to the other, she bit at it gently, and sucked on the head, and presently, it began to grow firm, and she felt her pussy heating up.
The woman, by watching the girl's attentions closely, saw the cock getting hard and she went around to her husband's head and after straddling him, she squatted down. She rubbed his nose in her cunt, forcing him to breathe through his mouth and then she moved forward a little and pissed right between his eyes. It ran down both sides of his face, his neck and around his mouth, and it soaked the rug under his head. She pissed a long time. And now, the girl could not cover all of the man's cock with her mouth because it had grown too big. But she rode her lips up and down as much of it as she could. The man coughed once on the piss and then ran his tongue out to catch more; he reached down and caught the girl by the back of her head, and the wife got up.
"Welcome back," she said, "I only brought you to so you could watch me get it from the black boy."
And then she went around and grabbed the girl working over her husband's cock by her hair and yanked her mouth away from the stiff tool. Mouth and cock separated with the usual sound, and the woman said, "That's enough, bitch, he's had his creamings for this month," and the girl crawled over to Blazer and resumed her slobbering on his tool. Now Ram was sitting down in a stiff-backed, armless chair idly rubbing the girl's silky panties, which were smeared with the man's shit, over his cock, which had deflated somewhat. The woman came over and snatched the smelly cloth from him and ill-temperedly ground it in his face like some people put their dog's nose in dog mess when the animal defecates in the wrong part of the yard.
"What are you? Some kind of pervert?" she snarled, and then she flung the panties away. Then she grabbed his cock amid-shaft, and she shook it like a big, black baby rattle and since it was soft now, the giant meat danced above her fist as she flung it from one of his thighs to the other. In her playing, she found that the cock made a delightful weapon and she began slapping his thighs and his stomach with it, laughing at the peculiar noise that it produced when flesh struck flesh. She leaned forward and the slight sag of her breasts disappeared as they extended downward toward Ram's groin, and she beat his big cockhead against her titties and Ram sat there watching her tits turn dead white where his cock had struck against them, and then the same place turned blood flush just a second or two later. But under her abuse, his cock grew hard again and the shaft she was holding lost its resiliency and soon it was like striking herself with a poker rather than a rubber hose.
She gave herself a good one beside the face and it nearly knocked her out, but she recovered quickly and quit playing with the now deadly weapon. The cock now stood up defiantly from the junction of Ram's thighs and his stomach as if daring her to abuse it again. She understood and responded. She fell to her knees before it and began kissing it and mumbled how sorry she was that she had been so mean to it. She leaned forward again and maneuvered her breasts around the big dick. She rubbed the cock gently between them, going down until the big head hit her under the chin and up until it was deep down between her titties, which she was squeezing together to make the friction greater. Soon, she had Ram's ass rising from the chair following her movements. And then she stopped. Her husband was sprawled out on the floor with just his head propped up against the wall. He looked rather like a rag doll some careless child had thrown down. However, his short, thick cock stood up under his fat stomach. He was watching his wife with steady eyes. The girl was resting from her feast on Blazer's dong, and now she was sitting back beside him against the wall and Blazer had one arm around her shoulder, with that hand caressing a convenient breast, and the other hand rhythmically rubbing the fur between her legs. She was limp against him and her head rested on his shoulder.
Now the woman stood before the sitting Ram and looked down with righteous satisfaction at the velvet black column that angled up at her. He had his legs askew as she had just recently been sitting between them. But now, she reached down and slammed them shut like the cover of an offensive book, and he merely looked up at her, his mouth agape, his eyes dulled with sex. She straddled his knees and took his cock in hand. She rose up on her toes and with the free hand she used two fingers to part the lips of her pussy as wide as she could. The room was absolutely quiet. No one was moving, no one was breathing; the husband lay inert, Blazer's fingers were motionless inside the girl's sopping pussy and she had stopped her writhing on them. The woman put the gigantic meat between the two fingers holding her cunt open. She placed the cockhead against the moist inner lips of her pussy. She removed the fingers, letting the big glands hold her cunt open. She placed both hands on Ram's shoulder and she cautiously came slowly down off her toes and slid her pussy's mouth down past the tremendous cockhead and down onto the fat cock shaft. Slowly, with sighs and moans and tears, she went down to mid-shaft, where she was forced to stop for a second to catch her breath, and then resuming, on down she went, the big cock shooting off sparks inside her now. Her toes curled, she bit her lips, her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, now toward the base of the cock her pussy nipped. Now pussy hair met cock hair. Her knees were bent now. She was full on, and she let out a loud, happy sigh, and so did everyone else in the room.
The husband reached for his own tool, which he knew was somewhere under his stomach, and Blazer gesticulated in the girl's snatch while she whacked his cock up and down. And now the woman rode up and down on Ram's cock, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. She screamed and slobbered and cried. The chair and Ram began hopping across the floor. Faster and faster she went. Her ass was a blur, and now Ram was yelling. And they both howled in a frantic duet of lust, and the big cock, plunging in and out of the dripping pussy, made sopping and farting sounds. Ram fucked back, trying to gain some control over the situation, but the woman was too far gone. She hopped and twisted and slammed. She scratched and squeezed and pulled, and he felt every drop of come, from his head to his toes, collect in his cock and rush toward the woman's demanding cunt. The man pulled his own peter, his fist moving fast, and Blazer whirled his fingers inside the screaming girl's cunt while she twisted and rubbed his tool. Now the chair had been hopped up against the wall and Ram yelled and came forward out of the chair. The woman went over backwards, but Ram was holding her fast to himself. She landed on the floor on her back with Ram atop her. She clenched her legs around his waist and he rammed and she slammed. They twisted and turned on the floor until Ram's rooting, outstretched legs were extended there right in front of Blazer and the girl. They could see Ram's tight little ass, his big balls, and his wet, hard cock being swallowed and spat out by the woman's unsated cunt. They could see the source of each delightfully vulgar sound. The squirts, the slaps, the escaping air, the grunts, and the cries filled the room. But then the woman's legs unwrapped themselves from around Ram and formed a perfect vee high in the air, and with a pitiful cry, she held them there and went into a spasm of completion. Blazer and the girl saw the come well up out of the woman's pussy and around the still pumping cock. It ran down the crack of her ass and onto the expensive office rug. Then they saw Ram's balls contract, writhe and twist. They saw his tool slurp deep into the creaming cunt, they heard him and the woman scream again together, they saw the woman rise up on her shoulder blades, lifting Ram with her in an effort to get more of the shooting black cock deep inside her. They saw die come shoot out of the engorged cunt like water out of a rundown fire hydrant. The girl screamed and she creamed over Blazer's fingers, and she pissed in the rug. Blazer's cockhead was enclosed in the palm of her crushing hand when he shot, and the come squirted between her closed fingers like juice from a crushed grape and it went everywhere. It was on them, or the other couple, and it dripped slowly from the walls and ceiling. But the fat man lay with a small pool of his very own between his legs.
After it was all over, Blazer had told Ram that nurse Bloom wanted him, but Ram wasn't in the mood or condition to allow Bloom to catch up with him and so he kept busy in another part of the hospital working for another nurse. But one of the boys had to cover Bloom's section and Blazer did it because he had a good alibi for keeping the horny nurse out of his pants.