First, she rotated her ass slowly in several wide circles, and then she went faster, always grunting when Ram's cock hit a certain spot inside her. Next, she began hunching back and forth, back and forth, slamming her big soft ass against Ram's groin and letting it swallow up all of his extremely hard dick. Blazer saw that Ram was utterly helpless and that he was just gritting his teeth and holding on. The girl was like a bronco, she twisted and turned, and she pulled and jammed under him. They both were sweating now and the water from their bodies was actually running down the girl's sides, and Blazer saw one drop collect at her nipple before she shook it off in her frantic movements. Then Ram began to yell. It was a long exclamation. It was as if he were being tortured, and so he was, in a delightful way.
"Oh, you bitch," he said, "I'm coming! You're making me cream, baby. Oh!"
She whipped him harder now. "Come on, come, bust your nuts, nigger. I want all your juice."
Ram yelled again, and Blazer heard the squish of his juice, and the girl continued to rub her saturated asshole against his blowing cock. She continued to move until his dick was too soft to give her any friction, and then she stopped. They lay still for a long time, it seemed to Blazer, before Ram pulled his limp peter from her. He pulled for a long time before he could retrieve it all, since she still clutched it tightly in her ass, but finally it came plopping out. It was obvious that she was not satisfied. Ram propped himself up against a wall and sat there looking at his limp organ, which lay peacefully along his thigh.
"Man," he said, "she makes you cream from your toes." And then he just concentrated on his breathing. The girl lay there watching him, "You sure carry a lot of it around with you, baby. Feels like somebody pissed up my ass. But you ain't got no control, honey, I didn't get my gun yet." Then she looked at Blazer and she said, "I still need a man." Her eyes were on his hard cock, but she said nothing else.
Blazer knew from watching Ram screw other girls that Ram had excellent control, and that he rarely came before the girl had climaxed at least twice. They used to have contests and he and Blazer were just about equal. So, as much as Blazer wanted the brown girl's big ass, he didn't want her to tell him also that he didn't satisfy her. And from the way his own cock felt, he didn't know whether he would last as long as Ram had up in her warm hole. But he considered that he had creamed already several times that day, and that, perhaps, would help him hold off. She was still on her stomach, and he moved around behind and over her. She said nothing, nor did she move. He felt that she was testing him, seeing just what he knew. He felt like an actor auditioning for an important part. He kneeled between her thighs and rested his dick on the crack of her ass. She wasn't in position and she wasn't moving. He placed his hands on her hips and gently pulled her backside up and back toward him. He let go of her to adjust his cock and she fell back down on her stomach. He cursed and he thought he heard her giggling. Again he pulled her back, but now he held her in place with one hand while he aimed his dick with the other. He found her asshole on the first try, and he began stuffing his huge cock in. He had forgotten about lubrication until just then and by now it was too late. Her hole was nibbling well on his cock now, and the pleasure was too excruciating for him to stop. Besides, she wasn't complaining, and if it hurt it would hurt her more than him. Then he remembered. Ram had furnished enough lubrication for several penetrations. And now Blazer thought that it was the first time he had ever screwed in another man's semen, but again, it was too late to stop. Now the girl was cooperating. She came back willingly, impaling herself on the big cock. Blazer could see now why Ram had gone off so soon. The girl's ass was fantastic. First there was a semi-hard ring right inside her hole that squeezed and massaged his cock. His whole dick had to go through that ring. It was like running a gauntlet. It was most sublime when he first put his cock in and the ring squeezed around it.
Now his cockhead was well into her, and was enjoying the warm moistness of her insides. But even deep up inside her she had more ridges that closed around his cockhead and the long meaty shaft that followed it, and she could move those ridges and draw his cock in more. Now he had all of his cock inside her and the rings were squeezing the base, the middle and the head of it. Then she began to move her body, just a little, just enough to move that ring from the base of his cock up a little way and then back again, rhythmically. She did this for a long time, and Blazer began tightening his own asshole to try to keep from coming. Now, she began rotating as well as pulling, and Blazer's cock grew harder and stretched further up her ass. She was moaning now, and Blazer began reciting his multiplication tables, "Eight times one is eight, eight times two is sixteen, eight times three is twenty-four, eight times four is… goddamn!" He had his head thrown back as if in prayer and he didn't hear Ram laughing, nor did he see the tears running down the black face. But he continued to recite, "Six times one if twelve… " Her ass was a wondrous thing. With it she pulled, squeezed and bent his truncheon as she rubbed that magic spot somewhere deep inside her ass.
Now the multiplication tables were fading from Blazer's lips. Every ounce of blood he had in his body was rushing to his cock, every bit of sweat he had was rushing to his cock, anything and everything that was wet in his body was rushing to his cock; and he knew that it was all going to be shot out into the girl's demanding ass. Any second now.
"Goddamn, motherfucker, not yet, not yet!" he heard her scream. He wasn't moving at all of his own accord. He was frozen as stiff as a marble statue. His neck was constricted, he wasn't breathing. His eyes were jammed shut and his lips drawn back in a death-like grimace.
Faster she went, showing him no mercy, telling him not to come and making him come at the same time. Then she snorted. She said something, but it was incoherent. She jammed his cock deeper into her ass than it had ever been before, and she froze as he let his juice go. Every muscle in his body collapsed at once and the cream shot from his cock into her rectum like the blast from a shotgun. Still she didn't move, and his come kept running out and the walls of her ass continued to milk him steadily. He was still coming when she said, "Shit!" and began to collapse onto her stomach.
He fell on top of her; he was still coming a little, and he thought it must be blood. There can't be any more come left in me.
"Shit, that was good," she said to him, although she now had her mouth buried against the dirty sheets. They lay there because they were too weak to do anything else, and he felt his dick withdrawing itself from her as it began to shrivel. He felt her ass caress it, milk it throughout its farewell journey.
He lay in the examination room. He had the door closed and the lights out. It was after lunch and he had eaten like a starving dog, and now he lay there and he could still feel the inside of the girl's ass rubbing his cock. He was bone tired and he felt that he could sleep forever. But the door opened and Miss Bloom came into the room. She turned the lights on and she stood there with her hands on her hips until he opened his eyes and looked up at her.