1 comments/ 30138 views/ 1 favorites Like It Has The Antidote By: nust8ofmind "I want a woman to suck my dick like it has the antidote," was all John could think. It's not that he was thinking much mind you. When Carla went to work, few men could form thoughts more complex than "Damn, this feels good." Fewer still could form sentences with monosyllabic words. But hey, it wasn't like she was complaining. She liked the grunts, moans and occasional "Oh fuck"s she was creating just fine. But John couldn't get that phrase out of his head. "I want a woman to suck my dick like it has the antidote." It was part of a Chris Rock comedy routine John loved. Chris Rock was a funny man. But John supposed it wasn't just the fact that Carla was good at giving head that made him think of that line. It had to be the candy striper uniform she was wearing. Oh yeah, and the fact that he was laid up in a hospital with a broken leg. Carla had shown up about 15 minutes before, peeking around his room's door an 45 minutes after visitor's hours ended. "Hey sweetie," she said, "I heard you had an accident and just wanted to see how you were doing." John was surprised to see her. They hadn't talked for a while. John had gotten busy with work. Carla had too. And it wasn't like they talked every day. They weren't seeing each other anymore – except for the occasional roll in the hay when neither of them had a steady fuck. It had been that way for the past year, starting a few months after they first dated. It was a good arrangement. But John hadn't told her he was in the hospital. "How did you..." John started to ask. "Laura," Carla answered, anticipating his question. "We went out the other night and she mentioned you were laid up for a while." Laura was a reporter at the newspaper where John worked. The three of them had hung out before. The three of them had "stayed in" together too. Laura was a knockout with a great pair of DD breasts and pretty, pouting lips. Carla had gotten wet the first time the two had met and proposed that the three of them go out for drinks sometime. After a little too much tequila and just enough sex talk, the three ended up back at John's apartment. And it wasn't long before Carla's red head was in Laura's lap. The look of pleasure on Laura's face was almost enough to make John pop before he even got into the action. It was the first time John had had two women at the same time and the thought of them getting together the other night made his dick jump. And as those thoughts ran through John's mind, Carla entered the room and closed the door behind her. "Well, it looks like at least one part of your anatomy still works," she said, looking at the tent that was forming in John's sheets. Damn, did she look good. The candy striper uniform fit just right, snuggling her perky b-cup tits, pulling in tight at the waist and accentuating the ass John couldn't keep his hands off of when they were together. It barely covered her cheeks. That is not to mention the "innocence factor" the rented costume provided. John knew Carla was no angel, but looking at her now she could be mistaken for a college freshman doing community service for extra credit. It was almost as hot as the time she put her hair in pigtails and wore the plaid skirt for him. That was a fun afternoon. "You hear to give me a spongebath?" he asked, joking but expectant. He knew she was up to something. "I'm just here to make sure you get all better," she said, effecting the voice of a mom coddling her child. "I snuck in here to check on you. Now, do you need me to fluff your pillows – or something else?" And with that, she pulled John's sheets back and examined the patient. Didn't need too much fluffing, she thought, but she would do her best. Carla reached out with her right hand and grabbed his cock about mid-way up the quickly-hardening 10-inch "Little John." Right before lowering her mouth over his head, she said "Volunteer work has its privileges. Mmmmm." Her mouth was so warm and wet. Her lips were just thick enough to prevent her teeth scraping the skin and as she moved them further down his rod, she tightened them around him. She had one of the most talented mouths John had ever encountered and she was using it to full effect. She kneaded his balls with her left hand as her right hand stroked him in time with her mouth. Up, down, up, down, twisting her hand as she stroked. Her tongue worked over every inch of his head, like she was searching for just the right spot. Since she was off to the side, she was not able to pay as much attention to the underside of his dick as she would have liked, but she made up for it with that wrapping itself around as much of his cock as she could. She took it in deeper then, wanting to touch the base of his cock with her lips, but knowing she couldn't. She was talented, but not talented enough to make 10 inches disappear. Still, she tried and got it in deep. Relaxing her gag factor, she pulled him into her mouth, past that heavenly tongue and to the back of her throat, banging the spot where her tonsils used to be – "gluk, gluk." And when she heard John say, "Oh God yeah" she thought, "That's right, I am so good." Her mouth was so warm. John felt like he was near climax within a few minutes, but he couldn't get over the edge. Maybe it was the pain medication. He didn't know. But being that close and not getting there was driving him nuts. That is when he decided to say it. Hell, what did he have to lose. "Oh yeah. Suck it like it's got the antidote," he said and could almost immediately feel her smile around his dick. They had watched the Chris Rock special together, after all. She lifted her head and smiled at him. "OK," she said, "but you have to help me." "Happy to oblige," he said and motioned for her to hop onto the bed. She wasted no time, grabbing the metal rail on the opposite side of the bed and hoisting herself up facing his feet. She clipped the top of his head with her right shoe but neither of them noticed much. The idea before them was too good to allow them to be distracted. She got up on all fours and slid back to present her pussy to John. No panties. That was one of her things and John supposed situations just like this one were the reason why. "Best looking hospital food I've ever seen," John said, and both of them had a little chuckle. Of course, Carla was chuckling around John's cock, which she already had back in her mouth. John smacked her ass and then buried his face in her mound, which was steaming now. She was wet too. In fact, she was so wet John wondered how she had resisted diddling herself as she was sucking him off a few minutes before. John ran his tongue up one labia and then down the other, teasing a little bit before getting to the good stuff. She tasted good. He parted the outer lips with his tongue then, getting to the sweet meat inside. He liked her lips up and down, back and forth as she squirmed on top of him, gyrating slightly with pleasure and then backing up more to make sure he had full access to everything. She wanted him to go after her now fully-distended clit and John knew it. But he was still warming her up. He knew what got her going and this was just the first course of his meal. Back and forth his tongue went, barely grazing her clit as she maneuvered, probably unconsciously, to have it licked. He darted his tongue in and out of her, acting like a dick that was teasing the pussy it was about to pound. John's head was leaned up and her little brown pucker was right about eye level. He nudged forward and nosed it for a second, allowing his tongue to keep working on her inner lips. She bucked a little, but settled back into it, still trying to get him to hit that spot, but not wanting that nose to disappear either. She was making the noise now. The noise that John knew meant she was ready to have her clit sucked. Not wasting anymore time, John leaned forward more, grabbed her hips and went to work on her swollen little "generalista." He pulled her closer to his body, and buried his face deep into her, forgetting her asshole and concentrating on the good stuff. He worked her clit like it was a joystick on one of those old Atari video games, flipping it every which way. He nibbled it for a second, batted it around with his tongue for a while, then sucked it into his mouth, pulling it in and out – a miniaturized version of the attention being paid his member only a couple of feet away. That drove Carla over the edge, sending a wash of her cum onto John's face. It was sticky sweet and everywhere. Carla raised her head off of John's rod and breathed a heavy groan, but never lost focus of what she was doing, continuing to stroke him with real clenched-fisted force, moving her hand fiercely up and down. But she didn't have to do it long. Almost as soon as he felt her relax into her orgasm, a spasm shot through his body and provided his long-awaited release. A ropy jet of hot white cum burst out of him, hitting Carla in the face and startling her. His orgasm had been almost as much of a surprise to her as it had been to him. But she quickly recovered and raced to catch any remaining cum pumping out of him. Pulling him into her mouth one final time, she sucked the rest of his seed from his cock, then playfully jostled his balls. She turned back to him then, lifting her right leg over his head again, and smiled a devilish grin. "I don't know if it was the antidote," she said, "but I'd say I got it." Like It Has The Antidote Ch. 02 Carla, laying with her knees bent toward John's head, ran her fingers in an absent-minded circle on his inner thigh, the taste of his seed still in her mouth, warm and a bit salty. "Mmmmmmmm, that was fun," she thought, smiling slyly. John, whose head nearly exploded with his hard-earned orgasm, had his eyes closed and was enjoying the feeling of her finger. The post-coital moments were the better with Carla than with any of the other women he had ever been with. She just wanted to be there, not necessarily talking and not getting up and running to the bathroom to clean up right away. They had enjoyed each other's company many times and it never felt awkward - unless there was someone else involved. When there were other people in the room, all bets were off. Right now, though the two were wrapped up in their own little Gordian Knot after sharing a really big O. The medication John was on for his broken leg had made it hard for him to cum, but it didn't hurt his sex drive. In fact, he wondered if it had made him even hornier. When one of his ex-girlfriends had her wisdom teeth pulled, she had reacted that way. She was off in la-la land, but just with it enough to be frisky with the rest of her body. John remembered the way she just laid there and rubbed her pussy through her panties. Making long strokes down the cleavage of her lips with her ring finger, which she always used to masturbate. That had always struck John as weird, but it wasn't like he minded. He liked the show, especially when she pulled her panties - white lace ones with a little bow on the front - to one side and went for her clit, making circles on it as she started to arch her back and... John's cock jumped a little. It made a little string out of the cum that Carla had not caught when he blew. It had pooled on his lower abdomen and begun to cool. The sudden feeling of movement surprised Carla, who had lapsed into a dreamlike state, eyes half-closed and reveling in the warm afterglow. They both realized at the same time that John's cock had come back to life. Not only that, it had never really gone down - at least not all the way. Must have been the medication, she thought, echoing his unspoken beliefs. "Someone is ready for round two, isn't he," she said, looking back at him again and nudging his still-hardening member with her knuckles. John looked down at her, smiling and running over the logistics in his head. He had multiple fractures from an ill-advised rollerblading incident, which landed him in front of a moving car. He had an air-cast on his right leg, slightly elevated with a pillow underneath it. He was glad it had not been one of those hard casts most hospitals still used. If it had been, Carla might have knocked herself out with it, she had been bobbing her head up and down so fast on it. Reading his expression, which was obviously exaggerated by the pain pills, she said, "Yeah, it's too bad about the leg. I could use a little more of this." And with that, she grabbed firmly onto his cock, which had risen to say hello. "Looks like he could use a release too," she said, now stroking him slowly but firmly. "Wanna try the same position again?" That wasn't what she wanted necessarily, but she understood that John was hurt bad and didn't want to make it worse. She cared about him - and besides, the sooner he healed, the sooner they could get back to what she called "sexcapades" when she talked about John with her friends. John knew she wanted more. She was what bad porn movies called "insatiable." Whether it was with a man, a woman or a battery-powered boyfriend, she had to get off at least four times a day. And John wanted to give her at least one more. "No, lets try something different," he said with a smile. "Come up here and give me a kiss first, though." With that, she swung her legs off the side of the bed. The floor was cold on her bare feet, shoes discarded as she had mounted the bed earlier. She hopped back up quickly and shivered a little. The cold tile had set off a chill through her and reminded her she was pantiless. "Mmmmm," she said, as she kissed John square on the mouth as she straddled him. "I taste good, don't I?" "Yeah, you do," John said with a little chuckle. God, she was sexy in that candy-striper uniform. She was sitting on top of his dick now, and her warmth was radiating around the underside of his shaft. She rubbed her freshly-shaven pussy along his length and he could feel her moisture returning. She could go from 0-to-soaking faster than any woman he knew. "You are going to take it easy on me, right?" he asked. "You just lay back and enjoy," she said as she leaned back and flipped her lustrous red hair back over her shoulders. "Candy-striper Carla is gonna make you all better." And with that she undid the strap that was holding the red-and-white-striped uniform up around her bosom. As the straps fell, they made the little metallic clink that clasps make when they rub fabric. She then pulled her white cotton top to reveal a braless chest. Her nipples jutted from her B-cup breasts like diamond cutters, and just as hard. As she pulled the top over her head, she jostled a little bit to make it go, and she liked the way John's rock-hard manhood felt rubbing against her clit. She figured that if she really wanted to, she could get off without even letting him inside. She wanted it all though, and John removed any doubt as he reached up and pulled her down to his face. He sucked the left nipple into his mouth like a baby seeking its dinner. There was nothing childish about this though and she was quickly in thrall, humping his cock as it lay against his belly. John rolled her nipple around in his mouth with his tongue. Pulling it in deeper as he did. She moaned quietly and approvingly. Just as he had paid attention to her nub earlier in the night, John was giving her nip the full treatment now. Her body responded, nipple tightening, back arching, driving her down harder on his now painfully hard cock. He release her from his mouth long enough to seek the other globe within his grasp, sucking the right nipple in as he used his right hand to massage her left breast. She was making a soft moan, and running her hands through his long brown hair as she rocked back and forth with the force of his mouth and tongue. Below the red-and-white-striped skirt of her costume, a rainforest of hot, wet heaven bared down on him almost oppressively, waiting for him to enter. Carla pulled back on his hair, forcing his closed eyes open, up and away from her breasts, so that they locked with hers. "I want you in me," she breathed and arched her hips for emphasis. John got her meaning and was more than willing to comply, releasing her so that she could maneuver him into her. But now there was a problem. His air-cast made it difficult for her to move her legs back far enough to get in a conventional position with her on top. She frowned a little at this, the thought of the build-up going to waste, before bumping one of the cold metal rails at the side of the hospital bed. She shivered, and then inspiration struck. John watched the wheels turning in her head and would have been amused if the blood for his brain weren't otherwise occupied. "OK," she said reaching down and yanking the rails up until they snapped into place on either side of the bed. "Keep your arms and, er, leg, inside the bed at all times." She smiled, got up to a crouch on her feet and turned around. Then she reached down with her right hand, still a little cold from grabbing the railing, held his cock erect and guided it into her pussy as she balanced with her left hand. Whatever coldness had transferred from her hand to John's cock was immediately forgotten as her warmth engulfed him. He felt his head and then his shaft sliding up and into her warm, tight crease as she sat down on his member reverse cowgirl style. It felt so good around him. Carla, too, was enjoying the feeling of him fully inside her, squeezing her sugar walls around his girth before standing up just a little. She flexed her thighs as she did this and felt a little wobbly, but still determined. She began to move up and down on him, then, balancing herself by holding the rails. Up and down, she pistoned on him, growing hotter and wetter as she did. Looking down, she could see John disappearing into her, her juices covering his rod and glimmering in the light. John laid there, enjoying the sensation of her riding him and the view of her ass moving increasingly faster up and down underneath her skirt, which was now bunched around her hips. Her pussy, now boiling hot around him, was amazing and he realized that, medication or not, he would cum a lot sooner this time than he had with her sucking his cock earlier. As she rode him, Carla was coming to a similar conclusion about her own orgasm. She was excited just by fucking in the hospital, but he felt so good in her that she felt like she was going to peak after only a few minutes. Not a problem. She was good for multiples if John was able. With that thought she dropped down further on his cock and actually made a bit of a thud on his pelvis, which she had avoided until then, fearing she would hurt his leg. "Uggghhh," John said through gritted teeth. "Sorry," she said breathlessly, turning her head so that she could have look at John through a maze of red locks, but not really stopping. "It's OK," he said, thinking "Just be careful," but not wanting to interrupt her rhythm. It felt too good. He reached up and cupped her ass then, both for the feeling of it in his hands and for a little insurance against a similar accident. He squeezed her cheeks and the feeling of them in his hands as she slid up and down on him drove him to the edge. "I think ... I'm ... gonna ... cum," he said through ragged breaths. And with that, his legs tightened and Carla knew he was close. She reached down with her right hand and started playing ferociously with her clit and still bouncing on his cock, trying to finish as he did. John launched a volley of hot cum into her then, breathing an "mmmmmpppphhh," as he did. The release triggered Carla's orgasm then, and the cum John had just sprayed into her was almost washed out with the force of her own. "Oh, uuummmggh," she said in a voice that had to be loud enough to alert the attending nurse that someone else was in the room. For a second she forgot her own name, she thought, and certainly where she was. She released the railing without thinking and John, in his own world as well, almost lost his grip on her ass. She nearly came tumbling into the bed before she grabbed the railing again and John braced her back with his hands. "Whoa," they both said in unison, and then laughed, almost out of breath as she lay down with her back to his chest. They lay there then, breathing heavily and close to sleep. "I should get hurt more often," John said, near to nodding off. "These beds come in handy." He could feel her body shudder in a silent laugh of agreement. Lying there with his eyes closed, John thought he heard a door squeaking and wondered if someone had heard them. But nah, that was probably down the hall somewhere. They lumbered of to sleep. Like It Has The Antidote Ch. 03 When she came in yesterday - no, two days ago now - Angela could never have imagined she would be masturbating in a hospital bathroom as two people fucked in a bed less than 14 feet away. The thought turned her on even more and as she massaged her clit and began to again roll her nipple in her hand, her mind began to drift. As a favor to Maria, the head nurse on Angela's second 12-hour shift, Angela had agreed to check on Mr. Davis (he had asked her to call him John, but evidently Maria was strict about calling patients by their last names) before she left. Angela had no problem with checking on him. He was a hottie - and a flirt to boot. He had already asked for a sponge bath twice, but somehow avoided looking like a creep in the process. Probably had to do with those eyes of his. Her friend Mandy had called eyes like his "bedroom eyes," but she was of a romantic bent. Angela thought there was definitely something hot about them though. She had come into John's room only to find him dozing. "So peaceful," she thought. "I wish I could crawl into that bed with him." It was a perfectly innocent thought borne out of tiredness, but it quickly became less so as she considered it. "I wonder what his cock looks like," she thought and automatically looked at his crotch area. She knew he was nude because the other day, he had joked he always went "commando" when he slept. But if she lifted the sheet and he woke up, she could be in real trouble - or in for real fun, if he wasn't mad. That thought had to be killed quickly though. It was too much of a risk, even with a flirt like this guy. She decided to leave, but suddenly to pee. She had been working hard for 24 hours and had not gone to the bathroom for a little while. Angela had signed up for a 12-hour shift, but with the flu going around and nurses dropping like flies, she had worked a 24. "Better go quickly before he wakes up, or before I do something stupid," she said quietly to herself. As she got her scrubs to her ankles and she sat down, the sleepiness hit her like a ton of bricks. She was asleep before she knew it. When she woke up, there had been a soft murmur of voices and she recognized a woman saying, "Hey sweetie. I heard you had an accident and just wanted to see how you were doing." Angela had started at that, afraid she would lose her job for falling asleep in a patient's bathroom. "Oh God, that can't happen," she said, almost unaware she was speaking out loud. How long had she been asleep? She didn't know. A quick glance at her watch showed her it was 10:30 p.m., well after visiting hours. But she couldn't very well burst out of the bathroom and tell the woman to leave, now could she? Lost in thought, she missed the rest of the conversation and only began listening again as she heard what sounded like someone punching pudding. A wet, kind of gloppy, slurping sound. "What the hell?" she thought and couldn't stop herself from pulling up her pants, walking to the door and cracking it open to look. Her eyes went wide when she looked into the room. There was a red head bobbing up and down on John's cock. The room lights were up and she could see it all. John was laying there with his eyes closed as this woman - this CANDY STRIPER?!?!?!? - went to work on him. She was making a real go of it too, twisting her hand around his rod as she moved her mouth up and down on him. With her hair pulled back into a wide ponytail and pinned under a little paper hat, there was an unobstructed view to the red streaks of lipstick she was leaving on John's cock. And what a cock it was. It looked like it was 10 inches long or longer, not terribly thick but definitely big enough. Veins ran out from the left side of the base, all the way to the end of the foreskin. As the redhead removed her mouth to talk to John, Angela saw the head, an angry red bulb at the top. With the twisting of his skin and the lipstick streaks she was leaving, John's cock could have passed for a barber pole - a thought that a clear-headed Angela would have laughed heartily at. But this was no laughing matter. She could feel her nipples hardening and her crotch begin to grow damp. She forgot about her dilemma and began to truly enjoy the show. As they moved to form a 69, Angela licked her lips and allowed her hand to massage herself through her clothes. Pinching at her hardened nipple and rubbing her scrub pants, she was lost in a world of live porno. It felt so good that she almost fell through the doorway when the two of them came and collapsed into one another. She was definitely warmed up, but did not dare to strip down and go to town on herself right now. The fear of being caught was back now and stronger than ever now that she had seen them face fucking each other. She stepped away from the door and began to consider her options, only to be drawn back by the sound of the two lovers talking. She peeked again, watching as the woman now rose up and kissed John on the mouth. Angela felt a flush of guilt. Before it was just sex, but now she could be watching an actual couple "making love." That was private, intimate, even if it was in a hospital room. She couldn't take her eyes away now though, and lust soon washed away any guilt she was feeling as she watched the redhead grind herself onto John's cock. Was he still hard after cumming only a few moments ago? She would have given anything to know. She was getting hotter by the second, watching the woman take her top off, then lean forward and arch her back. Angela tried to imagine what it would be like to have John suck her nipples as he was obviously sucking this woman's. She seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit, as her heavy breathing suggested. More talking and then the woman swung around before Angela could move. Angela's breath caught in her chest and she stood as still as she could. For a second, she imagined she saw the redhead looking right at her. But no, that had to be her imagination. She couldn't have seen her. But just in case, Angela backed slowly away from the door. Her chest beading with sweat under her scrubs, she felt her pussy itching in the biker shorts. It wasn't itching so much as aching to be freed from their tight little spandex biker short prison. Angela leaned back against the wall of the bathroom and ran her hand across her belly, tracing her middle finger in an arc just above her bellybutton ring. She was more relaxed now that she could hear the woman moan softly in the other room. It meant that either the woman had not seen her or she liked to be watched. That thought excited Angela even more and she stopped teasing her tummy, deciding to take more immediate action about the heat down below. Angela could hear the springs of the bed creaking with what she could only assume to be the redheaded woman's bounces. The image of the woman biting her lip crossed her mind. Then there was an image of John's long shaft glistening with the woman's juices. Then the image of her petite breasts bouncing slightly up and down as she rode his pole. She wanted to look again badly, but wasn't sure of the redhead's exhibitionist instincts. So, instead she reached down and grabbed the bottom of her scrub top, pulling it up and over her brown ponytail, dropping it to the floor beside her. It lay there, adorned with red and purple flowers, not too garish, But then again, she had never gone for the clowns and balloons some of her coworkers wore. Angela longed for the days when nurses wore the white skirts and shirts with the cute little hat on top. No, the old nurses uniforms weren't like the ones popularized in "nurse porn," but they seemed a lot nicer than the scrubs nurses wore these days. The candy striper outfit the redhead had been wearing would have suited Angela's playful side a little better. She liked being the "naughty nurse" for her boyfriends and an outfit like that would work just fine for her. But that was all beside the point, and her purple scrub pants soon joined the top. She started rubbing herself through the biker shorts she had worn because she thought she was going to get a workout after work. They were going to need a good cleaning after this, but this was turning into a workout all the same. The pressure from her fingers hit just the right spot and her knees felt weak for a second. She decided to take a seat on the throne and removed the last of her hindrances to the hot, wet junction between her legs. The biker shorts joined the pile of discarded clothing on the floor. The lid of the toilet was cold on the cheeks of her ass and she shuddered a bit when she leaned her back against the tank. It was a good shiver, and her nipples would have jumped to attention had they not been rock hard already, straining against the sports bra that she still wore. The sudden shock reminded her that her nips had not been paid much mind since this little voyeuristic trip began. She pulled the sports bra up, baring her c-cup breasts to the cold air that filled the bathroom and sucked in a quick breath of air as her left hand reached across her chest and took hold of her right nipple. She tugged a little at the nipple, feeling a rush of endorphins as she replaced let her index finger fall away and began to make circles with her thumb. She breathed out a long slow breath as she reached between her legs with her right hand and found her now smoldering pussy. Her breathing hitched again as she heard John say "ugggh." That didn't sound pleasurable to her. She stopped and listened for second, hearing the woman say something unintelligible and the man reply, "It's OK, just be careful." The springs, which had slowed, sped up again and Angela - her hand still buried in her steaming cleft - began to breath again. Slow deep breaths, making the moment last. Her hands felt so good to her, now slick with her own juices and gliding firmly along her slit. Back and forth. Up and down. She imagined John working on her pussy as he had the redhead's, lapping her all the way to orgasm, then licking her clean. She could just imagine his head below her, nose buried in the little tuft of brown hair she had let grow back only recently. Not enough time to shave. With the motion of her hands, she could feel that the hair was a little matted. She wished her lips were smoother right now; the feeling was all the more intense when she was clean shaven. When she got home she would have to shave and do this all over again. "Mmmmmmnnnnnnn," the groan escaped her lips involuntarily. She was enraptured and didn't even notice the bedsprings had stopped creaking. She was in a full-on dream now, watching as John raised from her pussy - his leg miraculously mended - and his cock, fully erect, aiming at her face. She imagined the glaze of liquid love she had created for him down there covering his mouth. In her dreaming mind, she reached out to him and drew him in for a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue, then released him to do whatever he wanted to do to her. This dream-John was all about pleasing her and raised her off of the toilet, pulling her right nipple into his mouth and lifting her up, onto his long, hard manhood. The speed of her stroking increased still more as she thought of him inside her - his fleshy spear piercing her deeply as she slid down onto him. The thought drove her insane with lust and she could feel herself at the breaking point. She would have to finish up soon, or she was going to lose control. She was going to burst into the hospital room like a mad woman and demand to be satisfied by him - if not the redhead too. Her release, building from a slow trickle when she had first opened the door, had now become a raging current of sweat and endorphins. The dam broke finally and she threw her head back, biting her lower lip, trying to keep from screaming his name. With her left hand grabbing and now massaging her left breast, she removed her right hand from between her legs and pinched her right nipple again. She was washing with warm tingles. Below her, she felt her thighs grow damp on the lid of the toilet. Hell, her knees felt a little cold too - could she have cum that hard? No. That was just the tingling warmth of her orgasm being brushed off by the room's air conditioning. It was coming from someplace, but the hospital bathrooms don't have A/C. "Oh God," she thought, "The door is still cracked open." With a will that only a fighter struggling to go on can imagine, she stood on wobbly legs, walked over to the door and closed it gently. The slight click of the lock was the only sound it made, but she was sure that was OK. She now realized the bed had stopped moving and its occupants were surely asleep now. Not a bad idea. She would sleep well tonight. But first, she had to clean up this mess, get dressed and sneak out of here without getting caught. "Well, not by anyone but John," she thought and smiled to herself. Like It Has The Antidote Ch. 04 The breeze created by the air conditioner was cool on Carla's skin as the intermingled cum from her and John's little adventure dripped down her inner thighs. Little adventure. That wasn't quite right. It was a big adventure in a little bed. Thank god for the railings on the sides. Otherwise it might not have happened at all. But it was over now, and there was nothing left but the clean-up. So, Carla crept quietly out of the bed and headed across the hospital room to the bathroom. She didn't want to wake John, who had nodded off almost immediately after they finished. He deserved a rest and so she pulled the sheets over him again. She had almost nodded off for a moment too, but something had broken the trance she had fallen into. Now, walking toward the bathroom door, still naked and glistening with sweat, she relished the feeling of the breeze. Her nipples had hardened at the feeling of it. And her still-warm pussy reveled as the air wafted across it. Reaching the door, Carla grabbed the bar-handled knob, turned it and tilted her head in wonder as she opened the door to find a moon. It was a full, round celestial body - and the man in the moon was smiling back at Carla. Well, to be technical, there were two smiles, both vertical, both lovely and both grinning right at Carla's face. * * * Angela had relaxed for a moment after she pulled the bathroom door closed. "How close was that?" she thought as she leaned against the sink, the cool touch of the countertop sending a shiver through her body. "Leaving the door open while you masturbated in a patient's bathroom? While two people fucked within listening distance? If they hadn't been busy, they surely would have heard you." But that wasn't fair. If they hadn't been "busy," she wouldn't have been frigging herself off on the toilet of their room, now would she? Well, probably not, anyway. It wasn't like it was hospital policy to let people fuck in the beds. But that was beside the point. If someone had caught her, she would have surely lost her job. Hell, someone could still catch her. But she pushed that thought out of her mind and concentrated on what she must do. She walked over to the toilet, looked at the little puddle on its lid and then reached for some toilet paper from the roll near its base. She was too smart to be caught by using a hospital towel. She couldn't sneak out with the dirty, wet towel, then sneak back in with a clean one. And the toilet paper would flush. "A smart little cookie," she thought. "That's what you are, my dear." Bending over the toilet, she grabbed a wad of paper in her right hand, then looked again at the puddle and reached down with her middle finger to swab up a drop. She laid the finger on her tongue and wrapped her lips around it, pulling all of her spent juices off of it as she removed it through the "O" her full lips made. "A smart little cookie," she thought again, "with a tasty cream filling." And she was smart, but not smart enough to lock the door. So, when she heard the tongue of the door's lock click and the felt the door come open behind her she froze. * * * A thought flashed through Carla's mind. As she was riding John's cock earlier, she thought she had noticed something out of the corner of her eye. But when she tried to focus on it, it had disappeared - the slightest movement in the bathroom door. And now that she thought about it, the door had been cracked open earlier. It was closed when she came to it just now. She probably would not have noticed any of it, passing it off as imaginings in the heat of the moment. But all the pieces of the puzzle seemed to fall into place as she stared at this woman's ass. This woman had been watching them fucking on the bed. She might have seen everything, from the blowjob that had started it all to the 69 it had developed into to the righteous fuck she had given John by supporting herself on the bedrails. The woman was undressed and looked like she was cleaning something from the toilet seat. Was that? It was. She had been fingerfucking herself and cum all over the seat. And now she was cleaning it up, trying to sneak out of the room. But far from upset, Carla was turned on. Now her nipples were hard from the thought of someone masturbating while watching her fuck. Now her pussy was pulsing again with the though of this lovely brunette rubbing herself all over as she had ridden John a short distance away. This was too good to be true. This was so hot. And then she saw the name badge clipped to the scrubs on the floor. "Hi Angela," she said coyly. * * * Angela's eyes went wide with horror. How did this woman know her name? How was that possible when they had never met, never knew each other existed until tonight? She looked back at the redheaded woman and as she did, she noticed the badge as well. "Oh God, how stupid are you to get caught in a patient's room?" she thought. "How can I get out of this?" But there was no way out, and she knew it. "I am soooooo sorry," she said, now looking at the woman's face. It was a beautiful face with two blue pools wrapped in white where her eyes should be. "I don't ... I ... Oh, my God, don't tell my supervisor. I don't want to lose my job." * * * When the woman who she now knew as Angela turned her head to face her, Carla saw that she was frightened. But even through the fear she could see that Angela was attractive. Long brown hair pulled into a ponytail. Deep, although fearful, brown eyes. A full face, not as angular as Carla's but sensuous nonetheless. If she wasn't wearing that look of utter mortification, Angela might be beautiful. But it was in that look of fear that Carla saw her chance. The almost tearful words coming from her mouth only confirmed it for her. Carla did not consider herself a manipulator, but this was a chance to be in total control of someone and she couldn't resist. Besides, if her intuition was correct, Angela wouldn't object - too much, anyway. "What are you doing here?" Carla said, putting up an offended front. "What kind of hospital is this?" "Best damn hospital I have ever been to," she thought to herself but clamped her mouth into a pursed look rather than say it and smile, as she normally would have done. * * * Angela was so afraid that she didn't register the change in Carla's demeanor from playful to outraged. Carla's plan had formed so quickly, that only one of her close friends would have caught on. And Angela was feeling too ashamed of herself to allow her mind to process such thoughts anyway. She had been caught doing something naughty and had known it was "just wrong" while she was doing it. It was like the time her dad had caught her as she masturbated under the faucet of her parents' bathtub, the last time she had come home from college to visit them. She had been allowing the water pressure to do half the work for her, climbing ever closer to an orgasm, when her dad walked in without hearing the water running. That had caused an awkward moment or two at dinner that night. Her dad wouldn't even look her in the eyes. She had forgotten to lock the door that time too. No smart cookie this little girl. And that is what she felt like - a little girl who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She turned to look at the redhead now tapping her foot in the open door, chastising her. The cold air grazed her nipples and she couldn't help them getting hard again. "This can't get any worse," she thought and then the redhead spoke again. * * * "I can see you are cleaning up a little mess there," Carla said pointing at the toilet lid, sounding ever bit like the evil headmistress at an all-girls school. "Well, get back to it." Carla saw that Angela's nipples were hard and didn't know what to make of it. But she knew she couldn't wait too long to get one or both of them in her mouth. She could feel herself getting wet again, but knew she had to keep up this act for a little while longer at least. As Angela turned back to the toilet lid, Carla added, "Not with the toilet paper." Angela had looked back at her quizzically. Then Carla told her, "I mean clean it with your tongue." * * * Angela was mortified. It wasn't that she wouldn't do something like that on her own. She had done plenty of weird things for boyfriends who had strange kinks. Once she had even peed on a guy when he asked. But to be ordered to do that was degrading. Now it was disgusting. Now it was inhuman. But she had been caught and this woman held all the cards. Her eyes pleaded with the redhead, but it was no use. The redhead held her gaze firmly. She got onto her hands and knees and began to lick the toilet seat, feeling like she would wretch at any moment. She had used the tip of her tongue, making only small swipes at the now cold puddle her pussy had made only minutes ago. At this rate, she would never get it done and she wanted badly to be dressed and out of this nightmare. And so she put more of her tongue into the action, the sweet taste that she had relished only moments before now turning sour with the taste of defeat. She "cleaned" the toilet lid quickly now, leaving streaks in the puddle but making a noticeable difference at least. Maybe after this humiliation the redhead would let her go. But then her tormentor's voice came again. * * * Carla was drunk with power now. She knew that if she could get Angela to lick a toilet seat, she could get her to do anything. So, as Angela worked on the lid, Carla diddled herself just a little, hoping Angela would not look back and catch on to what she had in mind. Carla was wet again and ready to put her plan into full swing. "My God," she scolded. "You are just making more of a mess. Let's try something else." And as Angela turned again, Carla propped her leg on the seat, planting her radiating mound right in front of Angela's face. "Clean me up," she told the woman still on all fours. "And don't think about using toilet paper." * * * Angela's heart sank. Again, it wasn't like she had never eaten another woman out. She had been in a fairly open relationship with a female grad student in college. It was just experimentation, but she had enjoyed it thoroughly. It was only because Angela liked dick so much that she had broken it off with Heather, who was only about the ladies. Strap-ons only went so far, you know. But this was different. This wasn't fun. This wasn't right. This couldn't be happening. But it was. The redhead was looking down at her now, with a "Well, get to work" look on her face. So, Angela got to work. She started straight for the redhead's clean-shaven pussy, but stopped just short when she realized her face had grazed something cold on the woman's inner thigh. She looked at it and realized it was white, creamy and glopped in a few spots near her lips. "OK," she said to herself, "you are in this whole hog now, but you were the one who was fantasizing about John's cock and cum a little while ago. You might as well get a good taste while you are down here." So, feeling the power of someone who has given up, Angela reached up and cupped the redhead's ass in her left hand, holding her steady as she began to lick the pearly-white moon juice off of the woman's inner thigh. It was good as far as cum goes. Nothing special, but as good or better than any other man's she had tasted. She began to think about how the cum had gotten there in the first place and then lapsed into her dream world again as she drew her tongue up toward the redhead's now-puffy pussy lips. Now she was imagining that this was Heather's pussy. She had just watched Heather fuck John on his hospital bed. She had just fingerfucked herself to the sight of her old college fling getting the first non-rubber cock of her life. And now she buried her face into the redhead's - no, Heather's - pussy. Angela's nose nuzzled her girlfriend's clit as she eagerly licked all of the cum from around her pussy. The taste was getting better by the second and something deep inside Angela knew it was the fantasy, but wouldn't admit it to her conscious mind. Angela "cleaned" like there was no tomorrow. She worked feverishly at the pussy in front of her - it didn't matter whose it was now, just that it was there and needed to be licked. Her hand clenched tightly onto the woman's ass, pulling it closer as she worked her tongue over every inch of soft pink skin she could find. * * * Carla didn't know what happened, but she liked it. Angela had gone off track and begun to lick her inner thigh ("probably to put off eating me out," Carla had thought), but then, as she began to lick her Carla's soft white skin, Angela's whole demeanor had changed. Far from the timid mouse Carla had first found bent over the toilet, Angela was now a full-fledged pussy freak. She was amazing. Never had Carla felt a woman so intent on pleasing her. And it wasn't like Carla was new at this. She had had plenty of female lovers, but this was a whole new level. She had to stifle a moan. And then, sensing she was getting close to an orgasm, had tried to back off of Angela's mouth. But it was no use, as Angela had clenched tighter onto her ass and pulled her closer. Carla was getting very close and she knew she would explode soon. Her third - or was it her fourth, or did it even matter - orgasm of the night was about to end up all over this little muffdiving maniac's face. Carla reached down and dug her fingers into Angela's hair, pulling it partially out of the brown ponytail as she shoved the brunette's face even harder between her legs. Carla let out an "uuugghhh," and released another stream of cum onto her pleasure-giver's face. Angela had just kept on lapping, trying to "clean" more, Carla supposed. But she didn't have time to think long, as another orgasm rocked her body forward. Damn, this girl was good at making girls feel good. * * * Angela hardly noticed the first wave of pussy juice hitting her face. She was too into what she was doing. She knew she was in control of the redhead now. Somehow the power had shifted and Angela controlled things. She could make this sadistic bitch cum at will, so she did it again, just to reinforce the point. She was just about to release her death grip on the woman's ass when she heard something, only making it out a second later. It was John. She heard him calling from the other room. "Carla, what's going on in there," he was saying. "Are you OK? She heard the redhead's ragged-breathed reply. "Uh-huh," she said. "Just ..." But before she could get the rest of the sentence out, Angela stood up and turned toward the door. And then she heard herself (was this really her) saying, "Well, I better go clean John up too." And with that she walked out of the bathroom. * * * Carla was stunned. She was going to have Angela "clean" John, but she had never expected her to volunteer. What the hell just happened? She gathered herself and followed Angela into the room. * * * John was startled to see the naked woman enter from the bathroom and it took several seconds for him to recognize it was "Hello Nurse," as he had dubbed Angela the day before. Giddy on pain pills, he had lapsed into a full-on imitation of the Warner Brothers cartoon characters, howling "Hellllooooooo Nurse!!!!" Angela, whose name he knew now, had smiled and joked back with him, "So, are you Yacko, Whacko or Dot?" Without missing a beat, he had replied, "Well I am obviously Whacko." And then he proceeded to ask for a sponge bath. It had become a running joke that, although he was sure other patients had used with her, he felt she was receptive to from him. He had planned to ask for her number and give her a call when he was all healed. But when he saw her in his room, naked as the day is long, her hair slightly mussed, he was taken by complete surprise. He bolted upright and pain shot through his leg, causing him to actually see the color red for a second. Any belief that this was a dream was erased in no time flat. "No need to pinch me," he thought. "I am awake." There was Hello Nurse grinning at him devilishly. He could almost see the sex emanating off of her. What had been going on in the bathroom? But when Carla entered the room behind her - looking flushed, no less - he put two and two together pretty quickly. * * * "I saw you two making a mess in here earlier," Angela said now. "Naughty boy." She was wagging her finger at him playfully, the grin on her face getting wider as she thought about what lay beneath the sheets. "I already cleaned her up," Angela said, throwing a glance back at the woman whose name she now knew was Carla. "But I still need to get you back in order." And with that, she moved to his bedside, flung the covers back and looked at his rapidly enlarging cock. Although she did not know it at the time, it had begun pumping back into place as soon as she walked into the room, her full C-cup breasts giggling a little as she walked. Her eyes went wide. "It might be even bigger than it looked from the bathroom," she thought. "I am going to have fun with this." "Tut, tut, tut," she said. "What a mess. Let me help you with that." She leaned over the bed and began lick all around the shaft. He was well-trimmed and she didn't have trouble getting at the slowly-drying cum at the base. She began stroking his cock with her right hand as she picked up his balls with her left, cupping them as she brought her mouth to the malleable nutsack. She juggled his balls with her fingers as she licked, then sucked one of his balls into her mouth, popping the other one in with her hand. She made an "mmmmmmmmm" sound that vibrated him just right, giving John's "merry man" the added incentive it needed to stand at attention. All the while, she was stroking his cock with a firm hand, applying just the right pressure. * * * "Oh man," John thought. "I thought Carla was good. This girl is amazing." She pulled her mouth from around his balls then and began to work on his cock, slowly lathering it with her saliva, and then pulling the head between those wonderful lips. She was moving her head up and down on him quickly now, sucking hard on the upstrokes and letting her hand follow her lips so that he felt every ridge available to him. And as he closed his eyes to shut out any other sensations around him, he saw Carla moving toward this heavenly cocksucker. * * * Carla had gotten over her shock by now and was just in awe of this 5'6" dynamo working on John's cock. She just didn't stop. She had gone from eating pussy like a master to sucking cock like a mistress with barely a skip in-between. And John looked like he was in heaven. What was that phrase, "one good turn deserves another"? Well, it was Angela's turn and Carla wanted to make sure she got it. Angela was busy working with John's 10-inch meat stick as Carla walked around behind her. Carla looked at the fur patch between Angela's thighs and frowned a little, thinking that a little grooming would work wonders. But she was there to do a job and she got to work. Pulling her candy striper outfit under her knees as padding against the cold tile floor, Carla knelt inches from Angela' now-gyrating ass. * * * Angela was getting into the job she was doing. She was "feeling it." Soon though, she was feeling something else - hands on her hips and hot breath on her nether regions. She had half-expected this, but didn't know if it would happen. As she had left the bathroom she hadn't even been sure she wanted Carla to eat her out. Carla had been such a cunt in the bathroom that Angela didn't know if she was going to return the favor done for her. Like It Has The Antidote Ch. 04 But now she welcomed the attention to her pussy, so wet and unheeded as it was. She would have started fingerfucking herself again, but John's rod was a handful, not to mention a mouthful. She couldn't be sure she wouldn't slip and impale the back of her throat on him. And Carla's ministrations were just what the doctor ordered. She was almost as good as Heather had been. Her tongue had started softly around the outer lips and then began to pick up speed as she approached Angela's button. By the time Carla reached Angela's clit, it felt so good that she didn't know if she would be able to keep up with John's needs. He was bucking his hips slightly as she stroked him, but Angela was so close that she was afraid she might lose her rhythm at any time. If she did, she wouldn't get to taste his spunk again - and this time it would be fresh from the source. Angela began to tip over the crevasse as Carla replaced her roving tongue with her left thumb, applying pressure directly to her clit. She had removed that fabulous muscle to Angela's ass and was tonguing it fiercely as she rubbed the nurse's clit like Lady MacBeth trying to get that damned spot out. Her legs flexed and Angela felt Carla's rock-hard nipple brush the back of her leg. That was enough to push her over the edge, and she gave a guttural moan as she rocked back onto Carla's face. * * * Carla felt the warmth of Angela's flow on her left hand at almost the same time as she felt her own cum on her right. She had been working her own clit trying to get to her - Jesus, whatever number it was - orgasm of the night. What fun would it be eating the hospital staff out unless she got some too, right? * * * Even as Angela and Carla were wrapped up in their own blissful little worlds, John was about to blow his top. Angela had released him as he was just about to reach the peak, so he had to finish himself off. Stroking like a madman, he pounded his meat, ignoring the pain the vibrations were now causing. But through pain cums pleasure. As he came, he felt lips envelope his cock head again, pulling out every drop of his juices after the initial spurts had subsided. There wasn't much in him by this time. Three cumshots were about all he was good for. But the pleasure was still there. And it was made even better when he felt a second set of teeth nibbling lightly on his ball sack. * * * After a moment or two of sucking on John's slowly deflating cock, Angela looked up. Carla was there, looking proud of herself for the job she had done on Angela's pussy, and looking like she expected a compliment. What she got instead was a slap to the face. John and Carla were both stunned. "That is for being such a bitch in the bathroom," she said, but then smiled and said, "If you had wanted me to suck your clit, you could have just asked." Carla looked down for a second, ashamed of herself for being so domineering. "I'm sorry Angela," she said quietly, and then added, "Would you suck my clit again?" The end