"What do I do, Blazer? Does it still hurt?" she asked.
"Yeh, you got to examine it."
"Take it out?"
"Yeh, baby, take it out."
She unzipped his pants and reached inside. She fumbled among his underwear, trying to find the opening. Blazer leaned against the door in almost a faint and the door slammed shut. Her hand fumbling inside his pants almost made him cream, but he gritted his teeth, and at last he felt her warm hand on the shaft of his hose. She pulled, but it wouldn't bend. His cock was extended along his left leg trapped by its own stiffness.
"I can't get it out," she whispered frantically. And she pulled harder, using both hands.
"Ow, wait a minute, baby, you're pulling it out by the roots."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I just don't want you to suffer anymore."
"Well, take my pants down."
He had such a bone on that even with his belt unfastened and his fly opened all the way she still had trouble getting his cock loose. As it was, she had to push it back against his leg and hold it down while she worked his underpants down over it. Blazer helped some by bending forward, but it still was a struggle.
"God! Next time we'll have to cut your clothes away. Does this happen often?" she exclaimed.
"No, baby, you have a special effect on me."
"Aw, liar… "
But his cock was free, and the strain on his abdominal muscles was gone.
"Ahh, it feels good to be free." He leaned back against the door and his cock waved around in front of him. She stepped back to be able to look at it from a different perspective.
"Damn," she said, and she settled against the sink, which was low and hit her at the back of her thighs.
"What do I do now?" she breathed.
"C'mon, now, you've jacked a guy off before, haven't you?"
"Yeh, but nothing like this."
"You've been used to boys. Now you've got a man's cock to play with."
He went over to her, ignoring the pants around his ankles. She reached out and pulled his dick toward her. The skin was tight but it slid along the shaft like a silken petticoat over a woman's thighs. Now she pushed while gripping the enormous shaft tighter. Blazer told her she was doing right. She grabbed his tool with both hands. She buried one hand in the hairs around the base of his cock, and she gripped him tightly there. With the other hand, she pulled and tickled his shaft. The skin became tighter as she massaged more blood into his sausage. Now she was sitting on the rim of the low sink, and he was towering over her with the palms of his hands flat against the wall behind the sink.
"Wait," she said, "If you come, it'll be all over my uniform."
"Take it off, then."
"Suppose the phone rings, or something."
"Goddammit, if you hurry up we can get it over with. C'mon, I'm hurting."
He backed away as she was unbuttoning the back of her uniform. She stood up and pulled it over her head. Now she slid the straps of her slip off her shoulders. It was a coarse linen slip made to obscure and not enhance, and it easily slipped down past her hips and onto the floor.
Once she was down to bra, panties, garter belt and stockings, her whole attitude seemed to change. She hung the uniform on a mop peg and the slip over it.
"Make sure that door is closed tight," she ordered. "Don't you want to be able to hear the phone?"
"Damn the phone. I'm ready to do something nasty."
She stepped out of her panties, and then she attacked Blazer's peter. One hand of hers grasped him at midshaft while the other one palmed the head of his cock. She squeezed and twisted the head of his cock. It felt so good that Blazer began to see beautiful colors through his closed eyelids. Pre-fuck juice began to well up out of his shaft and into the palm of her rubbing hand. But that juice dried quickly, and when it did, it became too sticky for her to rub freely, but when that happened she spat in the palm of that hand and the slippery friction that was just right was restored. Soon, however, she was holding his cockhead in both hands and spitting down on it and rubbing the spit into it.
"Oh, Blazer," she cried, "don't let me suck it. It's nasty to suck cocks. I don't want to be a cocksucker, Blazer. Please help me… "
And Blazer began pushing her head downward toward his dick. Still she pleaded: "Sucking cocks is nasty. Men piss out of their cocks. I don't want to taste their piss in my mouth. Help me, Blazer."
Blazer grunted and pushed harder. Her mouth was at cock level now. He could feel her hot breath on it as she moaned, "So good, so nasty, so good, nasty, nasty, nasty." He shoved his meat forward and her words changed to a hum as he stuffed her mouth. He worked a few strokes into her mouth and then she took over.
She sucked him as if she were trying to draw a lemon seed through a drinking straw. She shook her head from side to side and up and down like a hungry wild animal tearing meat from a kill. Blazers asshole began to suction up, his toes began to curl, a bolt of lightning struck his balls. He hit the wall with his fist and broke his skin, but he did not know it. In her frantic motions she lost his cock. It plopped from her mouth and, somehow, Blazer got twisted up in his pants which were still around his ankles and he lost his balance and fell up against the wall. For seconds he was a panting, unseeing thing. Finally, he could hear her breathing, and he opened his eyes. She was on her knees with her head hung low between her shoulder. She was moaning, and he struggled over to her.
"Give it back to me," she pleaded.
And then they heard the phone ring.
"Oh, hell," she said, "I can't get my clothes on in time to answer it."
The phone continued to ring. Finally, Blazer pulled up his pants. He rushed out into the hall still zipping them up, and he caught the phone.
It was a break, in a way, because it was the nurse down at the other side of the ward who had left her station for a while, and who was calling too see if anything had happened while she was gone. Blazer told her that everything was all right, and that he was watching the station for Miss Hooks who had to go on an errand for a patient. But he added quickly that he had to do some cleaning and he asked the nurse to answer any calls.
Back in the closet, he told Carol, and she sighed and said that now they really could relax. He closed the door and by putting a mop handle between the door and the door knob he found that he could keep it from being opened from the outside. He had his back to her while he was locking the door, and when he turned around again she was completely naked. She handed her panties to him.
"Look what you did to my panties," she said.
"I don't see anything wrong with them."
"Feel the crotch," she purred.
And he felt the sticky liquid that had come from her pussy while she had been sucking him off. He handed them back to her and bent down to remove his shoes, and she rubbed the wet panty crotch into his face and giggled. The sticky stuff was in his eyebrows and on his lips. She was now laughing out loud as he struggled with the other shoe and finally began slipping his pants off. Naked-they stood toe to toe. She looked up at him and told him that he had girl come all over his face. Now his cock was only semi-hard. The interruption by the phone had cooled them both off somewhat, and knowing that they probably wouldn't be interrupted again made them relax, and things seemed less urgent.
He licked his lips and tasted her juice. She watched him intently. Then, he put two fingers to her cunt while he put his other arm around her waist. With two fingers he scissored her pussy open and closed. He worked his other hand down from her waist to the back of her ass. He laid a finger of that hand along her back trench. She sat on it like a bicycle seat. In front, his two fingers squashed around up to the first joint. She sighed and laid her face against his chest. She licked out her tongue and tasted his skin. He took his fingers from her pussy and stuck them deep into his mouth. Again she watched him eat her juice.