Connie Bedford - Private Duty Nurse

"I have oral desires too," he explained. "You must give me a chance to taste you. C'mon, take off those panties."

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

He had pulled the panties down to her knees which was as far as they could go since she was still kneeling. Then he grabbed her by the ankles and pulled. Her knees went out from under her and she fell flat on the couch. But even before she landed, he had her panties down below her knees. As she lay there, he worked them off her ankles. Now she wore only a bra.

"What are you going to do?" she repeated.

"Suck your sweet pussy, and lick your young, hot ass," he said and he buried his face between the down-covered cheeks of her buttocks.

Blazer could see the man's jaws working there deeply in the girl's rear ditch, and as he watched, she turned her face toward him. For a while she just blinked her eyes contentedly without giving any indication that she was being tongue-reamed up the ass at all. But then, slowly, she began biting her lips. She turned her head away from Blazer again, and then back his way once more. Now her eyes were clenched tightly shut. She had her knees hard against the couch now, and she was raising her ass up against her lover's face. Harder against him she pushed, working her young ass up and down. Now her upper torso came off the couch also. She only touched the couch at her knees and elbows. She began to moan and cry and to work her turned-up, rounded white buns from side to side. He grasped her by the hips and started eating her deeper. Blazer could tell that he had his mouth wide open like a greedy boy trying to take a bit out of a playmate's apple. She was fully on her knees now, crying and humping against his face.

"Suck it, suck it you dirty old bastard!" she grunted.

And now he was no longer in her ass but had slipped down farther and was licking her hanging snatch.

"Oh, you rotten dirty sonofabitch," she crooned, and she added, "You suck better than he did. Oh you suck much better than that dirty ol' gardener."

Finally, he stopped. "You young tender sweet bitch," he said. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm gonna bust my nuts against your cherry."

"Yes, yes! Bust the sonofabitch. I want it busted. Spread my cherry all over your dirty old cock!"

He stood behind her and she scooted back along the couch until he could reach her with his pecker. But she waved her pussy around too fast for him to make an entry. They both howled in frustration as they tried to couple but couldn't. Then he seized her by the hips, digging into her with his fingers, bruising her, and finally he managed to hold her still and ease his tool into her cunt.

The coupling soothed them. They both sighed and stayed motionless, and then she dropped her head and began to moan. He bent his knees to angle his dick up into her. She yelped, and he began fucking her slowly. He had released her hips now and the only place their bodies were touching was in the cock-cunt area. But suddenly she began to stiffen, "Oh, stop! You're hurting me… " But he began to fuck faster.

"Oh please, please. It hurts," she cried, and she tried to fall flat. She actually managed to pull away from him somewhat. But he crawled up on the couch behind her without missing a stroke. His teeth were bared and he looked like some sort of maniac whose victim was trying to get away. Roughly he grabbed her and pulled her back to him. Now her pussy was over his cock and he was pumping up at her so violently that her knees left the couch every time he stroked upward. She began to scream but she couldn't do so very loudly because each upward stroke of his knocked the wind out of her. He was holding her down with the palm of his hands while knocking his cock against her hymen.

"Got to, got to, got to break that motherfucker… " he chanted. She began scrambling away from him again, but he fell forward onto her, and now he tried to drive her through the couch. She crawled forward and he followed, driving his dick in and out of her. She crawled to the end of the couch and her hands reached for the floor. Then she was half on and half off the couch with her hands flat against the floor, her legs spread on either side of him. His mouth was at the nape of her neck and instinctively he bit down. She bucked her ass up to him at the same time that his dick was plunging deep into her pussy. Then he felt something give way and then grab his cock. What was left of her cherry now formed a tight ring around his cockhead. The hot flesh pulled at him like a hot mouth. The girl managed to work her legs under him and squeeze them together. She caught his dick in an exotic vise, and now her mood had changed. She was no longer trying to get away. The pain inside her pussy had changed to searing pleasure. It was like an irresistible itch, and she rubbed her sore, hot, itchy pussy against his prodding cock. She crossed her ankles. She wanted more friction. She found that she had fucking muscles she never knew about. And she used them. She sucked in her pussy. She sucked in her asshole. She used every muscle in her body to pull on his cock. Now it was his turn to scream. She had his whole cock in her, and her young body was threatening to pull it out by the roots. Blazer could see her whole body working now. He could see the muscles in her ass hollow out and expand. Now she no longer had the couch under her stomach, so she could pull down on his cock with immense force. She was only grunting now, and she was working at a fantastic rate. Her ass was just a white blur. And the doctor could only moan helplessly with his head thrown back. Then suddenly, he let out a rough scream. Immediately, she stopped with her ass pushed up tightly against him. She grunted as if she were trying to shit, and then she jerked down on his cock, and then back up once again, and Blazer could see the come juice falling to the floor under them. She sighed and they both seemed to melt, and they fell off the couch with a thud. Blazer watched until the doctor rolled over on his back. His dick was covered with blood. After that, neither he nor the girl moved. Blazer knew that the doctor wouldn't be ready for him for a while, so he quietly left the office.

Once out in the hall again, he realized that not only was he drenched with sweat but also that he had a terrific hard-on. He went into a toilet and washed his face in cold water. He tried to piss but he couldn't. He needed some pussy and he needed it quick. He was headed for the laundry when he remembered that the day was Wednesday and the laundry was closed on Wednesdays. He even went to a phone and tried to call nurse Bloom, but she didn't answer the page. He wondered around rather aimlessly, trying to walk the hard down without much success. He ended up in the part of the hospital which was concerned mostly with research. There were no patients over here except those like the state prisoners who had volunteered to be guinea pigs.

He saw a door marked SEMEN BANK, and for some reason, he went right in. It was a good choice. A gong went off when he opened the door. Inside, there was a plastic settee and a desk and two chairs. There was a rack with literature on it, and he was wandering over to it when a woman came into the room from behind the desk. She was a tall stately woman, a matron. He couldn't really tell whether her hair was graying or blond. She had a deep, mature voice and she wore a white smock which hung open revealing a tight skirt and a frilly blouse.

"Hello," she said, "May I help you?"

Blazer stuttered and tried to hide his erection. Abruptly he sat down at the desk. "Oh, I work here," he said, "I mean, in the hospital. And I had some time to kill… and what in the hell is a semen bank?"

She laughed and studied him closely before she sat down at the desk.

"Well," she said, "you're in the medical field. Don't you know what semen is?"