His tongue whirled inside her cunt. From one sweet wall to the other he licked, and all her weight bore down on his mouth while she wrung her hips back and forth like a dancer in a cheap burlesque house. But the weight finally proved too much for him, and he let her off his face abruptly and began to lick her hairs thoroughly. He licked them until they were pasted to her belly with his spit, and then he trailed a river of saliva up to her navel and he tickled it with his educated tongue. No words were spoken, but he bade her to turn and she did. The cheeks of her beautiful ass were presented for him to feast on. He grasped them with his eager hands and he squeezed them together. He moved them up and down, and then he bent forward and gently bit one, and then the other. And then he licked the bites. She wiggled them in his face and she leaned forward on the table gratefully. This action on her part exposed more of her intimate flesh to him and immediately he added the offering to his dessert. Into the crack of her ass he dove tongue first. The warmth, the fantastic heat, almost made him faint. He went up and down her joint, wetting her thoroughly, and then he spread her cheeks apart with his hands and chin and reamed her anus as deeply as he could. She gave it all to him and she came several times, and on the floor between her legs there was a pool of his spittle and her cream.
She was past screaming now, and she could only grunt as he humped her with his tongue. But his tongue grew fatigued and his jaw began to hurt, and so he sat back admiring her ass before he finally got up. She had come, but he had not. His cock was harder than ever now. He stood up and his dick was so big and heavy that he had to support it with both hands because the weight of it was beginning to hurt his abdominal muscles. He rested his cock along her spine since she still had her back to him and was leaning over the examination table recovering from a swoon. His balls he placed in the crack of her ass and the heat soothed them and quieted the pain in them that he only became aware of when it was gone. His red and purple cock stretched itself along her white back, it nested in the furrow of her spine like a fat sausage in a hot dog bun. Slowly, he began to slide his dick up and down that furrow, back and forth, over her delicious white skin.
She felt his stroking and she opened her eyes, remembering where she was. She felt the weight and heat of his cock on her back. She felt his balls caressing the cheeks of her ass and almost hanging down in between her own legs. She dilated her asshole and made her ass cheeks relax, and by working certain muscles she was able to squeeze his balls with her ass. But it wasn't enough for her, she wanted more contact with his overheated tool and large bags. So she butted him away and turned around. At first, she handled his dingus as it if were a sacred thing, and indeed, at this moment it was to her. Some people thought of her as a proper, snotty old maid. But as a matter of fact, she wasn't as old as these people thought, and the men who had felt Miss Bloom dance on the end of their cocks had to revise their idea of what a "proper old maid" was. Or else they were forced to conclude that Miss Bloom simply wasn't what she appeared to be. She loved cocks. Generally she never cared to whom the cocks were attached. She didn't analyze the man, she didn't care if he were socially acceptable, she didn't care if he could order food in a foreign language, she only wanted him to have a nice, fat, hard dick.
Just like the one she was holding now. She stroked Blazer quietly and felt her pussy rapidly recovering from its series of climaxes due to Blazer's sucking. She ran a finger along the underside of his tool from the base to the tip. Then she wet the thumb and forefinger of her right hand with spit, and with them, she rhythmically began to pinch and roll the highly sensitive area on the bottom side of his glands. With her left hand she pulled and squeezed the base of his cock right where the cock meat joined the balls. She felt him go limp as she knew he would, and she felt through her fingers more blood rush into this beautiful cock, making it harder and hotter. Blazer's knees were sagging and he was emitting a long, helpless moan. He was about to collapse to the floor when she stopped handling him. She moved around him away from the table, and he turned with her. He was like a zombie. He was an unseeing, unreasoning thing whose complete soul and being now resided in the angry, red yardstick that stood out in front of him like a flagpole on the front of a building. She pushed him back on the table, and he leaned back just as she had done and rested on his elbows. She squatted in front of him, her knees out at an angle and her perfect ass almost touching the floor. This way her pussy was stretched open and it was so sensitive that even the minute currents of air in the room made her feel good.
But all this was far in the back of her mind. Right now, it was the big sausage that was the center of her world. She put the cock on her shoulder and rubbed her cheek along it. She kissed and bit it as she went along, then she put it on the other shoulder and she did the same thing. She sank the head of it under her chin and held it between her chin and collar bone, and she opened her mouth and worked her jaw against it, squeezing it in the nape of her neck. She was moving faster now, frantically, without any reason or order. She was singing one long, soft, cooing note as she rollicked with Blazer's cock. And he held his breath, measuring each gasp of auto make sure he didn't cry out like an animal being tortured. Then she sat back. She seemed to have regained some of her composure now. There was a small puddle on the floor under her. She stared at the prick. Blazer was breathing regularly now.
Then she slapped his cock. She slapped it again. She swung at it from the floor. Where her blows struck, it grew white and then much redder than before. It swung lazily back and forth with her blows. Presently her hands began to hurt, it was like hitting an elephant on the leg. Blazer had his head turned up to the ceiling. The blows to him were mere caresses, something that was happening far away, something that was remotely pleasurable. Now she sat back on her haunches, panting from her exertion. She still eyed the cock before her. Next, she twisted herself under him and buried her nose in his balls. She had to hold her breath because she could not breathe, but she licked and sucked and pulled at the hairs she found there, and then she dragged her open mouth along the underside of his tool.
Then she came to the end of it. She knew from experience that she could never get it all in her mouth, but it was exciting to try anyway. She crammed the massive head into her mouth. Her lips were pushed back as if she were sucking the juice through a small hole in an orange, and indeed, her tongue was lapping the sticky pre-fuck fluid that oozed from his cock. Gently she cupped his balls with one hand and pulled them forward, and she tickled them, she scratched them, she rolled them in the palm of her hand. With her other hand she jacked his cock back and forth, working the juices deep inside his massive shaft toward her mouth.
His hips started working with every stroke of her hand, and he began to moan. It was a low, unmasculine sound; it was the sound of surrender, a plea for mercy. Through her hands and lips she felt his cock become warmer. She felt the balls she held in her hand churn as if they were live animals themselves. She felt his tool began to grow even more stiff. She bit the head of his cock and ran her tongue along the ridge of his glands. He began to slump, threatening to fall to the floor.
Then she stopped sucking him. She squeezed his shaft tightly and she held on for a full minute until the crisis was over. He did not come, but she brought him right to the edge of the mountain. Above her she could hear him take in a deep breath, and she could feel the strength returning to his legs. Finally, she let go of his cock. Now she stood up, "I want that load in my pussy," she said, and, "Let's get up on the table."