"You're supposed to be working, Mr. Blazer."
"I'm tired, Miss Bloom, I can't move, honest. I feel like someone's turned my balls inside out."
"Blazer, that little exercise we had this morning shouldn't affect you like that. Not a young man like you."
"But… I mean I'm sorry, Miss Bloom."
"You need a checkup. You ought to see a doctor. Meanwhile, I'll get you some vitamins. You can stay here and rest awhile, but, Blazer… "
"Yesm'm?"
"Be fresh tomorrow morning, dear."
CHAPTER II
The next morning Blazer had indeed recovered. In fact, right now he was sitting at one of the nurse's stations watching two girls, who were standing a little way down the hall talking. He would feel his life complete if he could fuck either one of them. One was the young Miss Carol Hooks who spotted his open fly after his set-to with Miss Bloom in the examination room, and the other was a woman, a little older, the mysterious nurse Rand. Miss Rand, he thought, was in her twenties. She never wore any make-up even when off duty. Blazer knew this because he had followed her home several times. But she didn't need anything on her face because it was naturally beautiful. As he looked at her, he appraised her beauty again. Her beauty wasn't of the commercial type; she wasn't a movie star or a model. She had large splotches on her cheeks and forehead, but they only made the rest of her skin whiter and purer. And she glowed; she was a brilliant pink and white woman full of life and, maybe, love.
But her attitude about sex puzzled him. He could see, perhaps, her not wanting to participate herself, but she had let it be known that she didn't think anyone should ever have sex. That and the fact that she wasn't an old dried-up woman made Blazer's dick rise whenever she was around. It really bugged him because she was so good looking and untouched. And where in the hell did she come from? Nobody knew. She was a registered nurse, she was a good nurse, but she never talked about her past, or other hospitals where she had worked. She had a good body, her legs were small and shapely. Her hips were pronounced by her small waist, and her abdomen puffed out just enough to announce to the knowledgeable man that it was soft and comfortable. Her breasts were small, but he had no doubt that she was a woman. One of the other nurses had vouched for that after some prompting by him. But he had watched her for weeks and he had never seen her with either man or woman in any situation which might lead to screwing. And so, he wanted her because she was a good looking woman and because she piqued him. And then there was the rumor that she was an ex-nun. That excited him. The other girl went on down the corridor and Miss Rand, the ex-nun, came toward him. She entered the little cubicle of desks which comprised the nurse's station for that ward. She stood there at the counter reading reports and doctors' orders, and Blazer, who sat less than three feet away, could feel the heat of her body. He could see the faint line of her panties through the uniform. He could see that she did not have on a plain slip, but she wore one with lace around the bottom of it. It was a short slip and it stopped half way down her thigh. He could see, if he concentrated, where her stocking hooked onto her garter belt and his dick began to rise. He wanted to get closer to her, so he got up and stood behind her. He pretended to look over her shoulder at the reports. He looked down and saw his cock pushing out of his pants toward her ass. He took a deep breath of her clean womanly smell and then he said, "Anything serious on the ward? Miss Rand." She laughed, but she did not turn around, thank goodness, and she said, "They're all serious, Blazer, or they wouldn't be here. You always remember that, no matter what the doctors tell you." He stood a little closer. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"I don't think so," she replied pleasantly, "Why don't you just relax. It never pays to get excited."
And then she pushed herself away from the counter, and in doing so, buried her ass against Blazer's stiff dick, excused herself, and was gone. Blazer stood there alone feeling cold; his dick was still hard, but his sweat had turned to ice water when she had left. She must have felt my cock, he thought. God, what a soft ass she had. Damn her, damn her anyway.
He was ducking Miss Bloom because she would put him to work and because he didn't feel like any more examination room exercises with her right now. His encounter with nurse Rand had put him in the mood for something younger. He headed for the laundry room. But he didn't get there. He was passing the supply room when he heard a big crash come from inside. He went in and found Nellie Klutz in the distilled water again.
"Nellie," he said, using a voice he thought sounded like a stern but fond disciplinarian, "are you cutting that medicinal alcohol with distilled water again?"
Nellie Klutz was a hospital helper, which meant that she did any kind of work that was dirty or unpopular. She was a young girl of about twenty, but big, an Amazon, shapely with gigantic breasts, long brown hair and a retarded mind. When she was a child, she had stuck her hand into an empty lamp socket. They managed to save her life, but her brain was damaged, and in a little while, her body marched right along. Her mother was a showgirl, long legged with big titties, and she passed all this on to her little girl, who was now protected by the state and allowed to work in the hospital during the day and then back to the home for the retarded at night. She was well taken care of, the powers-that-be had provided for her every need, except sex. And she loved sex. It was the only time she made sense. She also loved the one hundred-and-ninety proof medicinal alcohol, and after a few swallows of that, she loved sex even more. One time, Blazer recalled, as he watched Nellie drinking out of the beaker she had mixed the alcohol and water in, she had gotten her fill of liquor and floated into the room of a cardiac patient, a man of about fifty years, and when the man's nurse went into the room, there was Nellie astride the man's cock, twisting and pulling it with her fabulous pussy. The nurse had to call Blazer, who had to actually lift Nellie off the man forcibly because she didn't want to get off and the man didn't want to let her off. The old boy almost died that night. His doctor was mad as hell, but the patient was rich, and he gave the hospital some equipment on the condition that Nellie not be fired or disciplined. Now he saw that she was through drinking, and she seemed to see him for the first time. She held the beaker out toward him.
"Drink?"
"No thanks. What else have you got to offer?"
"Pussy? Ass? Piss? Fuck? Suck" She opened the top of her uniform. Her bra fastened in the front. She unhooked it. He saw her beautiful tits exposed, and she stood there waiting, her arms out toward him, and he saw that her young titties, the titties of an Amazon, now unconfined, reached beyond the elbow joint of her outstretched arms.
"Suck… " She was pleading with him now, and her voice took on an enticing, pleading tone that made her sound as if she had more sense than most other women Blazer knew. He went over and locked the door and again reminded himself how shrewd he was to have put a lock on the inside of the supply room door. Then he walked back toward her.
"Let's get undressed," he said. She stood there with her head cocked quizzically and then he said, firmly, "Naked, bitch, naked." And the fight returned to her eyes and she began pulling her clothes off. Now he stood in his white socks watching her removing her panties. His cock stood out red and angry like the inflamed cock of a heated stud dog. His thick, red luxuriant crop of sex hair came almost up to his navel and even grew somewhat down the length of his dick, and only his balls were not fully covered, but a thick strand of kinky red stuff grew in the channel that separated his balls and in between his legs and around his asshole. His balls were too big to simply nestle in between his legs, so they hung proudly in front, just under the massive stiff cock which they fed. And in anticipation, they began to churn and pump as he saw the unkempt hairs of Nellie's pussy come from under the cover of her brief panties. He supported her as she stepped out of her panties; with one hand, he held her under an elbow and with the other, he stroked the crevice between the cheeks of her ass, while she bent over to remove the panties from around her foot. Then she kicked the panties away and stood up, and at the same time she grasped his cock. She was a big woman, and she did have big hands and was able to encircle his cock, but just barely. She was strong too. She squeezed it and he could feel the pressure dully, and he thanked God that he had a full hard-on, or else she would have crushed his poor cock. She dipped beneath him slightly, so that her upper thigh rubbed along the bottom of his balls, and now her titties were just at the level of his mouth.