Nelson sacrifices herself

You straddle Alyssa’s face, preparing to insert yourself into her **** mouth. Alyssa is barely breathing as you stretch her limp jaw with your fingers and stick your tip inside. You prop your self is a plank position and cock your penis back, ready to defile what’s left of Alyssa throat, before you are tackled from behind by Nelson. The two of you tumble across the room before both standing up with a start, both sizing each other up and planning your next move.

Bethany immediately starts giving Alyssa CPR, which had you not been in a zombie like trance you would’ve found amusing, considering people in the universe apparently give CPR with tongue. Her delicate hands pump firmly between Alyssa’s breasts. “Come, hang on for me Alyssa! Don’t go quitting now!” She pants.

Nelson produces a pair of scissors, brandishing them fiercely in front of you. To your would be surprise, instead of stabbing you with them she cuts through the duct tape around her face. She leans forward and retches, sending her dildo flying out onto the floor. Long strands of saliva run down her chin and mix between her breasts. Sensing her clarity fading, she charges you again and knocks you onto your back. The two of you slide on the floor before coming to a stop.

The last of Nelson’s sanity fades from her eyes as the two of you gaze deeply at each other. You sense primal lust and rage emanating from her. Seconds go by before you both reposition frantically, coming to a halt in a ‘69’ pose. Nelson quickly laps all of Alyssa spit off of your cock, sliding her tongue up and down on all sides. You moan and pump your hips in the air, bouncing your cock off of her face and mouth. She catches your tip with her lips, and in one swoop hilts you down to the balls. You feel the wet, warming sensation of her tongue licking your pelvis.

Unnoticed by you two, Alyssa sputters to life. “COUGH, COUGH, where am I? Did we win?” she moans.

“Oh my god thank god you’re alive Alyssa,”Bethany says. She hugs Alyssa tight and kisses her on the forehead. “I wouldn’t necessarily say we’ve won, but both of our patients are somewhat occupied at the moment. I actually want to use this as a chance to observe, I’ve never seen two patients with complimenting strains interact before. Can you film this for me?”

Alyssa sits down by your feet and pulls out her phone, pressing record. Dr Bethany pokes her head into the shot. “Hello, my name is Bethany, and we are for the first time recording an interaction between an ACCS and ACHS patient with complimenting strains.” Taking the camera from Alyssa, she pulls it in close, centering it on Bethany’s glazed over face. Her frequent gulps and swallows are the only sign she’s not dead.

“Our female patient here was completely subdued with the addition of a large dildo into her throat. But curiously, you can see here that another afflicted patients cock has seemingly no effect on her psyche. Even more curiously-” Nelson interrupts Bethany’s chatter with a watery stream of vomit. It runs down your balls and spills out onto the floor in a puddle.

“Yuck!” cries Bethany. Dazed from this orgasmic magic, you dig your fingers into her wet, tangled hair. You lift her head high, long enough for her to catch her breath, and _slam _her head down on your cock, hard enough to send wet slop flying onto Bethany and Alyssa. They both recoil as your start pumping Nelson’s face hard and fast, triggering her overly abused gag reflex repeatedly. But it’s not just you doing the fucking, rather, she is matching her movements to your rhythm.

“Amazing! The two matching diseases seem to have combined for some type of ‘hive mind!’ Are you getting this Alyssa?!” Bethany exclaims.

“So like, how are we gonna cure both of them?’ Alyssa asks. “It seems kinda fucked up to let this go on for too long.”

“Not in the name of science Alyssa! Come on, I wanna see what happens if we make Nelson cum!”

Bethany squats over your head, exhibiting her tight, cleanly shaved pussy 2 inches from your mouth. She produces Nelson’s now heavily lubricated clear dildo and traces the edge of her lips with it. To her surprise, Nelson leans backwards, demurely inching herself down onto the dildo. Her eyes cross, and she attempts to moan between your violent, heavy thrusts. Entranced, you lean forward and stick your tongue into Bethany’s vulva. Nelson triggers a chain reaction in cumming, causing bethany to squirt onto your face. You hold your mouth open wide and let the girl’s juices mix inside of you.

“You get all that Alyssa?” Bethany pants.

“Ohh yeah.”

“Well let’s see what happens if you make the guy cum!”

As if on queue, Alyssa bends down and licks her lips, covering your asshole with her tongue in one swift motion. You moan like a deaf man having sex. This pleasure was too much for you. Pumping your penis into her gullet, you bust a fat load down her throat, a fat load that she chugs desperately. You grind your hips into her chin, lacking concern for the poor doctor’s wellbeing. _PUMP. PUMP. PUMP. _Minutes go by before you finally release your grip on this poor doctor’s head. Nelson brings her head into the air and inhales deeply. Phlegm and spit fly off of her heaving chest. You roll over, and close your eyes.