In a daze, he turned and watched her clamber up on the table. She lay there with her legs open, waiting. Like a dumb animal he tried to mount her from the side of the table, but it was too awkward. The table moved, and he almost pulled her to the floor.
"Goddammit," she gritted, "come up on the end." And he went down to the end of the table and began to climb up. Her pussy was there glistening like the mouth of a salivating, hungry animal. Even when he had climbed up too far to be able to see it she could still tell where it was because he could feel the heat of it. His body was over hers now. He could look down on her face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was parted, and he could feel the warmth from her breath over his face like a hot summer breeze. His cock rubbed against the inside of one of her thighs. He was still suspended over her, supporting himself only by his toes and his elbows. She caught his dick between her fat thighs and she massaged it. Up and down she went and from side to side she rolled. She opened her eyes and looked directly into his face and she smiled at him. It was almost as if, for the first time that they had been together, she realized she was not alone. It was as if she were greeting a friend in a railway station. And the smile brought him back to his senses, and he realized that his balls were aching. The dull persistent pain went from the base of his cock to his asshole. He had been excited for so long that now he wondered if he could actually cream when the time came.
She was still smiling up at him when she said evenly, "Fuck me, you sonofabitch." She released his dick from her thighs and he lowered his hips. His cock went in quickly and deeply. He lay on her full-weight with his big ramrod stuffed deeply in her burning wet pussy. His chin was just above her right shoulder and his lips close to her right ear. His mouth hung slack like that of an idiot and saliva in long strands hung from his mouth and fell on the sheet of the table. The warm moist pussy which totally encased his cock had again made an unthinking animal out of him. Only instinct made him raise his hips. Only the sucking of her pussy on his cock as it withdrew made him drop his hips again. Out came his dick again. Now she rolled her hips in a circle and the lips of her pussy lapped the end of his dick. "Fuck," she ordered. She put her legs around his waist and locked her ankles together. When he pulled up, she came with him, but she came down just before he did and pulled hard on his cock with her pussy. She was rubbing her clit on his shaft. She was flipping his cock up and down in her slit. She was under him but she was fucking him. She had taken over, and her pussy was manipulating his tool expertly. Her legs climbed high on his body, driving his cock deeper into her, and when she whipped her pussy down on his shaft it felt as if she would tear it from its socket. There was no pain as such, but there was the thought that there ought to be pain. With each down stroke, she delivered a grunt, and the grunts grew louder as her clit, which she rubbed along the man's cock, became harder. Again he was singing his moaning song of lust. Now he had some feeling back in his cock; he felt that he could come, in fact, that he could not help but come. He felt it coming up from his toes. His cock had found a secret place in her pussy and as she came up to him, that secret place nipped the head of his cock. It was hotter than the rest of her pussy, it was tighter than the rest of her pussy, it was a pussy within a pussy, and it inflamed the end of his cock. He wanted more of it. He drove deeper into her looking for it. He fucked her madly, she could no longer keep up with him. He broke her rhythm but it mattered not to her. She had begun her long come. Now she was fucking purely from reflex. Her asshole was opening, everything within her was slowly giving way, her cream was coming down by the quart. It was like taking a piss after being forced to hold it all day; it was coming slowly, but she knew that it would come faster and faster until it would be just too good to bear. He felt his balls flip, the big knot that had kept his asshole closed became untied and dissolved. He was loose, the come was coming. He rode her like a cyclone, he rode her so hard that the table began walking across the room, he was bouncing it with every stroke. And then, his balls let go. His nuts cracked open and the cream shot into her pussy. They became immobile.
His balls were emptying themselves into her cunt. It was a steady stream, thick and hot. And she could not stop creaming either. Everything inside her seemed to be slowly collapsing. It was like the air being slowly let out of a balloon. Still his semen spurted. It welled up out of her pussy and ran in a stream down the crack of her ass. And then, slowly, it was over.
He collapsed on her, his cock peacefully soft at last. The pain in his balls was gone, and she was unconscious of his weight because she had creamed so long that she had passed out blissfully.
They both almost had their clothes back on when there came a knock at the door. It was a polite, apologetic knock.
"Oh Jesus," said Bloom, "I hope that's not Rand!" Nurse Rand was a good-looking woman who had somehow never discovered the joys of fucking. In fact, she had made it well known that even sex within the bounds of marriage was not acceptable. Now she was advocating procreation by artificial means with the woman being heavily anesthetized as if she were undergoing major surgery. Nurse Rand, it was thought, now suspected that some persons in the hospital were enjoying "sexual congress," and she vowed that if she ever found out who they were, she would expose them herself. Although she was Bloom's subordinate, Bloom had to be wary of her because Bloom dearly loved to fuck. But nurse Bloom managed to muster up some authority in her voice and she enquired through the door as to who was knocking and what did they want. And a small female voice answered on the other side.
It was Carol Hooks, a high school nursing student who worked in the hospital as part of her nursing course. In spite of the fucking Blazer had just done, his pecker began to rise when he heard the girl's voice. By now he and nurse Bloom had gotten their clothes on, and Bloom ordered him to open the door. Carol Hooks stood there waiting. She was a blonde. She had green eyes and a nose that was, perhaps, a little too large for her face. She had thin lips which covered small teeth. Her mouth was wide, however, but her teeth, in addition to being small, were set back so that it was hard to see whether she had any teeth at all. Except when she smiled. Then her teeth were beautiful, white, and even. She wore a tight uniform which stopped several inches above her knees, exposing her small but shapely legs.
Blazer had never seen her in anything but her uniform and he longed to see her in regular clothes with nylons and heels. In fact, he dreamed about her constantly with clothes on and without, and in his favorite dream she only wore a pair of bikini panties made of lace. She came into the room and the soreness in his dick from its recent abuse turned into excitement. She started to say something and then stopped and Blazer then realized how the room must smell to someone coming into it from the outside. The girl seemed to take a deep breath, and Blazer wondered if she recognized the smell; if she could guess what they had been doing. He hoped that she did because then she would be easier to make. He had not approached her yet because he was afraid of being turned down, and not only that, he didn't want to ruin things between them by being too crass and jeopardize any subsequent opportunity he might have with her. In short, she was a really young girl and he didn't know how to approach her. She ignored him as she talked to Miss Bloom, "They've been paging you all over the hospital, Miss Bloom. Couldn't you hear it in here? You're wanted upstairs for a meeting."