Date: Wed, 7 Nov 2007 15:50:06 -0500
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: Angel of Mercy 2

Christine MacDonald arrived at the County EMS station at six twenty PM;
forty minutes early as usual. This allowed her to check in with day shift
and still have plenty of time to change and look over her equipment.

"Hey Chrissie, Doug called in sick. Do you want me to see if Marty can stay
for a couple of hours?" her day shift counterpart informed her as soon as
she was through the door.

"No it's OK Steve I've been on my own before. Plus Marty's already done his
twelve, a couple hours from now he'll be so tired I wouldn't be able to
trust him anyway."

"Suit yourself."

"Busy day?" Chrissie asked browsing the shift log.

"Naw, it looks worse than it was. Some woman over on route 25 let her
labour pains go too long. We had to hustle on that one to avoid the kid
being born at seventy miles an hour, but we made it. She didn't make it to
the delivery suite I hear; had it in the back hall of the emerg. That was
the most excitement. Other than that a kid fell off his bike and skinned
his knee. Didn't really need us; we didn't even transport. A guy with chest
pains up at the mall. No blood and guts and nobody die `n' so that's a good
day."

"I hope the night's quieter sounds like you were goin' pretty steady." She
said looking up from the book, as Steve headed for the locker room.

"Good night and good luck." He wished as he disappeared. Chrissie glanced
at the official clock on the dispatch console and noted it was six thirty
two. `If there's a fuckin' call in the next twenty minutes you're takin' it
buddy!' she thought as she headed for her own locker room.

She quickly stripped off her T shirt, jeans and cross trainers before
pulling a fresh set of coveralls off the rack. There was very little fat
and a considerable amount of muscle on the paramedic's five foot five, one
hundred and twenty five pound frame. Staying in shape wasn't an obsession
of hers, it was a job necessity. She ignored her reflection in the dressing
mirror. Her white lace bra and matching French cut panties did not go with
either the jeans and T shirt she'd just hung in her locker, nor with the
navy blue jump suit she was stepping into. They did go with her
personality. She loved to feel feminine in spite of her outer clothing. The
sexy underwear just set the right mood. Most of the time she was the only
one who knew it was there. The zipper got snug as usual just before it
reached the mid point of her chest. `I don't think those bastards at
Uniforms `R Us have the slightest idea what a woman looks like!' she
cursed. Once she had tried asking for one size larger uniform and it was
flopping all over the place. `When I get the right size I can hardly get it
over my tits.' Trying not to get annoyed about it she pulled on her boots
and headed to the ambulance bay.

She was going through the pre shift checklist in the back of the emergency
vehicle when Steve called out "Hey Chrissie I'm out-a here! If you get
backed up or have a rough one get support from District 8 Fire. Don't be a
hero."

"If I have a rough one I'm gonna go over and haul that son of a bitch Doug
right out-a bed."

"If you do give me a call, I'd pay to see that! Good night." She heard the
front door bang signaling that he was gone before she could return with
another quip. Paramedic MacDonald completed her checks and returned to the
office to make notes in the log. The official time was seven oh five. She
logged into the County server and picked through her e-mail and then set up
a pot of coffee. `It'd be nice to have a couple of really easy calls. A kid
with a bloody nose or a skinned knee, like the one day shift had; just to
get out and go for a ride.' Sitting in the office was boring enough with a
partner for company; alone it was torture. By eight thirty she'd cleaned up
all the paperwork and was on her second cup of coffee when the horn
sounded.

Even though that's what she was there for her heart slipped into another
gear as she hit the acknowledge button. There were no voice
communications. No chance for words to be misunderstood. The call displayed
on the screen:

Time: 20:36 EST Service: Ambulance Emergency: Unconscious child.  Details:
Vital signs apparently present.  Location: Residence
			220 Fairfield Road
			Grid A-4

The same information would be displayed on the communication console in the
ambulance. Chrissie was in the driver's seat in less than ten seconds and
keyed in her ID hit the overhead door open and the rolling button at the
same time. It took longer to raise the door than it had taken the agile
medic to get from the office to the vehicle. As soon as she was clear of
the building she hit the lights and siren swinging left onto Main and
headed north. The map on the console displayed her position as a green dot
and the destination as a red one. Traffic was light and the lights were
with her. "Thank God!" she said under her breath as she passed by the last
traffic signal between her and her victim, thinking, `I hate running red
lights. That's how first responders windup being a new emergency.' Right on
Commerce Avenue then left on Fairfield the little green dot was almost on
top of the bigger red one. `Now the hard part' she was scanning for numbers
on the houses. She saw 218 then 220 almost immediately "I don't fuckin'
believe it!" she rejoiced as she swung into the driveway and hit the "on
scene" button. The "time out" automatically displayed as 5:48; `as long as
it's under eight minutes dispatch was happy.'

From the storage behind her seat she grabbed the trauma kit paused a second
before also taking the defibrillator. `Jesus I hope I don't need this' she
thought as she turned toward the house. She was met at the door by a young
woman who looked no more than seventeen. Chrissie's first thought was that
she was a Latina but her ghostly white face made it hard to tell. Entering
the home the teenager spoke quickly with a slight accent confirming
Chrissie's assumption. "She just passed out after dinner.... and...and I
couldn't wake her so I called 9-1-1 but then she woke up again. I'm sorry I
didn't know what to do!" By the time the young woman had finished she had
lead the paramedic to the living room. There, lying on the sofa was a
fairly petit African American girl. Chrissie set her kit beside the couch,
knelt down and looked into the pretty youngster's milk chocolate colored
face and said;

"Hi I'm Chrissie what's your name?" she noted the glazed over eyes and
dilated pupils as she took the girl's wrist and expertly pressed her
fingers on the radial artery. The pulse wasn't as strong as she would have
liked but it was steady. Doing a very quick fifteen second count she made
it just over 100. While she was counting;

"Tamara" the girl said thickly.

"I bet your friends call you Tammy." MacDonald suggested smiling at the
girl as she pulled the blood pressure cuff out of her kit.

"Are you an angel?" the youngster on the couch asked in a dreamy sort of
voice. `She's pretty out of it.' Chrissie thought as she pumped up the
cuff. Then she realized that from her prone position the girl was seeing
her short spiky light blonde hair with the over head light of the living
room directly behind it. `It probably looks like a halo in her fuzzy
vision.'

"No sweetheart I'm a county paramedic. I need to find out why you passed
out. Do you remember what happened; how you felt?" Her blood pressure was
close to normal, a little low but not alarming. The child was fading away
again. Over her shoulder Chrissie found the young Latina shuffling from one
foot to the other in obvious terror. "What's your name?" she asked,
immediately followed by "Are you her sister?" `That would make it a mixed
race family; not unheard of around here.'

"No I'm the, uh the babysitter. My name is Carmen. I tried to reach her
mother but I couldn't. She's out of town and won't be back `til after
midnight." Chrissie put her hands on her patient's neck feeling the
glands. The girl's skin was quite warm. She judged the chocolate skinned
girl to be at least thirteen. `Why a babysitter?' she wondered. That's when
the crying of an infant answered her question. "Oh no Jasmine!" the older
teenager shrieked in near panic.

"You need to get a hold of yourself" the kneeling medic commanded. "How old
is the baby?"

"She's just over a year."

"I need some privacy" Chrissie announced picking up the semi conscious
youngster. `I bet she doesn't weigh sixty pounds' she thought. "Where is
her bedroom?"

"I'll show you." Carmen began to lead the way down a hall. She pointed to
an open doorway which the paramedic and her cargo slipped through.

"When did she eat last?" Chrissie asked as she laid the girl on the pink
ruffled bed.

"I made KD around six like her mother told me but she said she wasn't
hungry. I don't think she ate any."

"OK you look after the baby and for God's sake calm down. Everything is
going to be fine." The EMT said reassuringly. She moved quickly back to the
living room and reassembled the trauma bag. Hoisting the substantial weight
on to her shoulder she also took the defib machine and went back to the
girl's bedroom closing the door behind her. Feeling warmth on the back and
the side of the teenager's neck Chrissie felt justified in going the next
step. "Roll over on your tummy for me honey." The pink night gown with
puffy little sleeves she wore came down to her mid thigh. The EMT folded
the thin cotton up above the girl's waist exposing the adorable white
panties with yellow ducklings imprinted all over them. Chrissie quickly
tugged the underpants down to the youngster's knees. The creamy chocolate
hills of her pubescent bum came into view. That's when the perpetually
horny paramedic felt what could best be described as an itch in her upper
vulva.

Tamara felt like she was dreaming. Sometimes things were really happening
like when the pretty angel had picked her up off the couch and carried her
to her bed. Other times, like now, when her underwear was pulled down it
was more like it wasn't happening for real. Chrissie reached into the
trauma kit and took out some sterile lubricant and a digital
thermometer. "Can you get up on your knees for me sweetie?" she assisted by
sliding her hand under the girl's abdomen and lifting. Tammy complied
pulling her knees up under her until she was in some version of the fetal
position. "Good girl. Now turn this way a bit" the older woman applied some
rotational pressure turning her patient until she was cross ways to the
bed. The bed spread acted as a bearing scrunching up and making it easier
to turn. The little brown butt was now pointing directly at the
medic. Chrissie pulled the low child's chair that was under the nearby desk
over and sat on it. Using her left hand to gently pull the left cheek
outward she applied a generous amount of lube to the almost black puckered
little circle. She was enjoying the texture of the muscular orifice and
allowed her finger to begin penetrating the tight ring.

The girl with her head turned to the side and resting on her forearms made
a soft moaning sound. To Tammy the cool sensation of the lubricated finger
was only momentary but the slight penetration of her never before touched
anus was an indescribable and very pleasurable feeling. Chrissie felt the
intense heat on the tip of her finger as it entered the girl's body. It was
like the heat was being transferred through some kind of a conduit directly
between the young paramedic's legs. She felt her nipples stiffen and rub
delightfully against her lace bra. Her eyes moved down from the round
cheeks and discovered the dark tossed salad of the teenaged labia. Chrissie
applied her teeth to her lower lip to keep from gasping when she realized
she had never seen a black pussy before.  The crinkly fullness of the liver
colored interfolded flesh was amazing. It was also the youngest coochie
she'd ever seen. She couldn't help but wonder when the demure little crease
the girl had been born with developed into this erotic spectacle. `Was it
normal to be this developed at her age? What was her age?'

"Tammy, how old are you?" she asked as she slowly and gently spread the
lubricant around the girl's pucker.

"Thirteen...ugh" the kneeling youngster replied in a guttural groan. The
finger in her bum was causing her cookie to feel really hot. "Almost
fourteen" the second part came out as a sigh. Chrissie removed her finger
and they were both disappointed. `You should be wearing gloves MacDonald.'
She scolded herself as she picked up the digital thermometer, put some
lubricant from the tube on it, and very carefully inserted the electronic
instrument past the well lubricated sphincter. It slid in easily and
produced another groan from her patient. `I think she's enjoying this... I
know I am' she thought as she returned her attention to the surprisingly
mature vulva. Tammy felt the cool instrument invade her tingly anus and a
pressure begin to develop in her lower belly. She wished it was as big as
the angel's finger but it was kind of small.

The county paramedic was taking her time visually exploring the teenaged
vulva. "This has to stay in for a couple of minutes, OK?" she consulted her
patient.

"Yeah" the teenager grunted

"It doesn't hurt does it?" Chrissie asked moving the electronic probe just
slightly in and out.

"Noooo..." the girl agreed in a long groan. She was beginning to feel a
distinct pounding in her crotch. The medic was observing what appeared to
be gradual changes in the folds of the dark labia. The cone of flesh at the
top of the gash was definitely sticking out further than before and a small
pink pebble underneath was becoming visible partly because of its startling
color contrast with the much darker surrounding tissue. The emergence of
the little girl cock sent an electric shock to Chrissie own engorged
clit. This time she could not stifle the moan. She had to blink several
times to get her eyes to focus on the LCD display of the thermometer. A
hundred and one it read. `That's less than a degree above the norm for a
rectal temperature. Nothing to be concerned about there' She resolved. She
was beginning to catch the faint aroma of the rapidly heating young pussy
when she pulled the probe out.

"Can you get right up on your knees for me?" the EMT requested as she put
the electronic device in a Ziploc bag for later sterilizing. Tamara was
feeling a little woozy but managed to push herself up to an erect kneeling
position, facing away from her caregiver. "I'm going to listen to your
heart and lungs now honey." She informed her patient "It'll be a lot easier
if we take this off, OK?" she politely asked permission but was raising the
nightie over the girl's hips without waiting for a reply. The blonde
paramedic with the achy pussy stood up from her little stool as she pulled
the pink cotton shift up. Tammy compliantly raised her arms over her head
facilitating the complete removal. Chrissie swallowed hard as the rest of
the milk chocolate skin was revealed. Dropping the night wear on the floor
she reached around her young patient and put her right hand on the girl's
left shoulder and steadied her by putting her left hand on the teenager's
opposite upper arm. "OK just lay back and relax" she instructed as she
applied some torque to the girl's torso and guided her back onto her bed.

Tammy felt dizzy and weak as she was gently laid down. Her angel took the
trouble to straighten her legs out once her head was securely on the
pillow. Without comment Chrissie slid the duckling panties from their
bunched up position around the girl's knees down over her feet and off. The
youngster's underwear went into the cargo pocket of the blue jump suit with
the reflective strips. `I'm developing a little collection of these' the
paramedic mused recalling the ditched car and its delicious occupant from
last week. The recollection of the shapely pale skinned blonde on the
gurney in the back of the ambulance caused a wave of heat to sweep over her
already aroused body. The contrast of the memory to the very different
spectacle of the black haired dark skinned young woman laying naked on the
frilly pink bed spread was thrilling.

The brown cup cakes that were emerging on the teenager's chest were
surprisingly large. Not that they were big, just bigger than she'd been
expecting. They already had a distinct conical shape and to Chrissie's eye
looked like a nice handful. If the girl's skin was reminiscent of milk
chocolate then the silver dollar sized areolas were the color of bitter
sweet. Rising from the center of each of the adorable little cones they
resembled dark brown half ping pong balls.  Trying not to stare too long at
the naked loveliness of her reclining patient Chrissie made eye contact for
the first time since they'd left the living room. The pretty young face
looked dazed more than anything. "Are you feeling cold?" the paramedic
asked hooking her stethoscope on her neck and warming the sensing disc in
her hands.

"No" Tamara replied although the only temperature she was conscious of was
the boiling one between her legs. The EMT did one more head to toe scan,
noting the shadowy triangle of sparse black pubic hair on the plump
girlhood and the protrusion of the clitoral prepuce above the interfolded
labia, before sitting back down on the tiny chair and applying the scope to
her patient's upper chest. She was listening carefully to the teenager's
apparently excellent heart function as she moved the metal disc from place
to place. She convinced herself it really was an accident when the heel of
her hand brushed the dark chocolate nipple. Chrissie looked to the
teenager's face when she heard the sharp intake of breath.

"Sorry" she said but she wasn't. "They are really sensitive aren't they?"
the paramedic asked watching the button begin to emerge from its nest in
the center of the plump areola. "Mine are too" she confided "Do you ever
feel like you just have to squeeze them?" Chrissie asked letting her hand
touch the firm little peg again.

"Ugh..." Tammy groaned at the contact with her erect hot button.

"You can squeeze them if you want; I don't mind" Tamara's mind was in that
surreal place where this was really just a dream. Given permission by her
angel of mercy she cupped her nubile breasts and clutched them firmly
emitting an even louder groan. "That feels soooo good doesn't it?" the EMT
commented as she pulled the reluctant zipper of her coverall down. Reaching
inside she cuddled her own girls through the lacy white bra allowing her
thumbs to bump over the rigidly protruding nipples. A bolt of pure pleasure
hammered into her womanhood. Tammy's eyes flickered open to see the erotic
sight of the paramedic massaging her sizable hooters. She had never seen a
white woman's breasts before, so when Chrissie forced her fingers inside
the white lace cups and popped the magnificent mounds of flesh out the
stunned little black girl almost screamed. She was tugging mercilessly at
her tingling nipples. Every pinch caused a bigger stab of joy between her
now widely spread legs. The bright pink, almost red nipples, of the EMT
were pointed right at her as the paramedic was twisting and pulling them. A
concert of groans and moans filled the room as each watched the other
pleasuring her own boobs. Chrissie ground her ass against the little chair
feeling the squishy wetness of her swollen vulva against the lace
panties. The teenager's eyes were riveted on the jiggling white melons.

"Touch me" Chrissie sighed as she leaned forward and placed the girl's
hands on her tits. Tammy felt a hard thump in her pussy as she marveled at
the weight of the pink breast flesh. Lifting and squeezing the pliant
mounds she felt the older woman's finger tips sliding across the little
bulge of her tummy. The subtle caress entered the fuzzy black pubic hair
and paused to toy with the silky curls. The youngster had an irrepressible
urge to thrust with her pelvis. The upward motion brought the paramedics
knowledgeable finger tips in contact with the prominent clitoral
hood. Waves of intense pleasure were washing over the medic powered by the
ardent work of the teenager's tiny hands. Her right hand made a rapid
oscillating motion on the girl's engorged clit before wiggling its way
between the full dark labia and into the hot flooded tunnel beneath. When
her angel's finger tip contacted the sensitive opening of her shockingly
pink inner sanctum the teenager thrust her hips even higher than before
driving the intrepid digit all the way in. The girl's mons was now in
Chrissie's palm and she squeezed pushing her finger tip against the
undiscovered `G' spot and pressing the inside of her finger hard onto the
girl's throbbing clit. The paramedic held on firmly as the milk chocolate
body shook violently with the powerful orgasm. Chrissie covered the
thrashing girl's mouth with her own inhaling the teenager's long wailing
scream of ecstasy. At the same time the pounding in her own pussy reach an
unbearable level. She thrust her free hand down the front of the open jump
suit, past the waistband of the soaking white lace panties and plunged
three fingers into her bubbling cunt as far as she could. It was Tamara's
turn to inhale a scream as the blonde paramedic climaxed in a core
shuddering explosion.

Miz MacDonald missed the little chair when she collapsed and wound up
sitting on the floor beside the bed. With her left hand still embedded in
her twitching vagina she greedily licked and sucked the youngster's sweet
juices and cum from her right. Tammy lay moaning, clutching her breast and
her pussy in a galaxy far, far away. The orgasm made the young paramedic
smarter. In the luxurious warmth of the after glow it came to her. Still
sitting on the floor she asked "Tammy, when did you eat last?" the pause
was so long that the older woman decided to get to her knees and check on
the brown skinned patient. Seeing the angelic white face above her broke
the teenager's reverie. "When was the last time you had something to eat?"
Chrissie rephrased the question.

"Yesterday... uh yesterday morning" the naked girl finally replied. The EMT
self consciously pulled the cups of her bra back into place and pulled up
the zipper of the jump suit.

"Why are you starving yourself?" Chrissie demanded rummaging in her kit for
the glucose.

"'Cause I don't wanna get fat" the teenager responded matter of factly. The
young medic had to fight back the anger that welled up. `How many young
women are those bastards on Madison Avenue and in Hollywood gonna kill with
their unrealistic anorexic model of the female form' she silently raged as
she loaded the syringe.

"The reason you fainted sweetheart, is because your body didn't have enough
energy to keep you alive and keep your brain going too" she explained as
she pinched the girl's slender arm.

"Ouch" Tammy squealed.

"Sorry" she said, and this time she meant it. She applied the alcohol swab
to the desensitized injection site. The girl whimpered again when the
needle pierced her arm. Injecting the carefully measured dose of Glucagon
Chrissie discarded the used syringe into the biohazard waste
container. "You're gonna be fine but don't do this to yourself anymore" the
EMT counseled as she repacked her kit. Pulling the bed spread over the
teenager's nudity Chrissie bent down and kissed the girl's forehead. "Get
some rest now, you need it" she commanded and left the room closing the
door behind her.

She encountered the still nervous Carmen in the living room rocking Jasmine
back to sleep, a half finished bottle of formula on the table beside
her. "She'll be fine" she assured the panicked babysitter "Please tell her
mother to keep a close eye on Tamara's eating habits. The silly girl has
been starving herself." Chrissie added as she exited the house.

Stowing the trauma kit in the side compartment she thought `That was very
interesting! My first black pussy'; she hopped into the driver's seat and
hit the call end button on the console thinking `I wonder what Latina pussy
looks like?'