I wanted to fuck the entire world, including the silicone enhanced, peroxide blonde, big-bootied nurse, who had the hardened look of a street prostitute several birthdays past her prime. She had that deep line on either side of her mouth that I always associated with giving too many blowjobs. Right now, after a decade and a half of fear and dick shriveling precautions, latex, spermicides, awkward interviews/interrogations about past lovers and sex practices, anyone and everyone was fuckable. There was about to be a worldwide sexual revolution that would make the birth control pill and the ‘60s free-love movement look puritanical, and I was gonna be a part of it!
“You might experience a few side effects for the first few days but it should be nothing worse than a bad cold and generally no more than a runny nose. If you experience anything more serious than that please call us right away.”
The cure came in the form of a genetically altered cold virus, a mutant virus designed to attack and destroy other viruses. It attacks the HIV virus even while it’s hidden inside a white blood cell, but without damaging the cell itself or any other system in the body. This new cannibal virus also has the wonderful side affect of attacking any virus that enters the body making you nearly immune to any viral infection which includes nearly every known STD and even the non-mutated cold virus. The cure for AIDS and the common cold all in one blow.
For some reason the idea of fucking this old chick in the ass had gotten into my head and I just couldn’t seem to shake it. She turned and looked me full in the face and licked her lips. I was tempted to bend her over the examination table.
“You want to fuck me don’t you?” She was staring at my growing erection with a look that could only have been described as hunger.
“Uh...um.”
“It’s okay. I’ve noticed the vaccine seems to have that effect on people. Go lock the door.”
The moment was so surreal. I stumbled along like I was in a dream as I walked over and locked the door. When I turned back, she had her huge double D breasts already out of her bra and her skirt pulled up to her waist. Her panty hose were down around her ankles. She reached out and grabbed my belt with one hand and my zipper with the other. In seconds she had my pants down to my knees and my dick halfway down her throat.
She was slurping and sucking like a newborn on its mother’s tit. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and began licking it up and down while she stroked it with her hand, sucking and licking my balls and playing with her pussy. She sucked my dick down her throat again. I watched as each inch disappeared. I could still feel her tongue twirling around the shaft. A truly talented woman. I felt like I was about to explode right down her throat. I reached down and brought her to her feet. Then I turned her around and bent her over the examining room table. I reached down into my pocket and fiddled for my condoms. She turned and smacked them out of my hands.
“Now what the fuck do you need those for? You’ve got the cure remember? And I’m on the pill. I want to feel you inside me.”
Remembering that I no longer needed condoms added iron to my erection. I bent her over the table and thrust my cock up into her tight pussy. I reached around and grabbed hold of her tremendous breasts as I slammed my engorged cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy. She had amazing muscle control. Her kegel muscles gripped my shaft, milking it. My nuts slapped against her large round ass as I tried to drive up into her guts. She had one of those little dressing gowns shoved in her mouth to keep from screaming out loud, but I was certain her moans could be heard beyond the door.
Her kegels tightened as she came, thrashing and shaking. Her moans were so loud now that I was sure everyone in the clinic must have heard us. I pulled my dick, sopping wet with her juices, out of her and slid it into her ass. She let out a sound like an animal growling as I thrust deep in her puckered anus. She fingered her clit while I pounded into her and in seconds she was coming again. Her sphincter tightened around my dick and the sensation was almost overwhelming. Blood rushed to my head and for a moment I was afraid I was going to faint.
“Oh my God, baby. I don’t know if I can take your big old dick in my ass. Here, give me that.”
She slid my erection out of her ass just as I was starting to speed up my rhythm, slamming my cock into her ass up to my nuts. She turned around and knelt down gripping my dick between her breasts and began sliding it up and down her cleavage as she licked the head of my cock. I grabbed the top of her head and fucked her enormous tits. I felt a tingling in my balls that spread up though my dick as the orgasm ripped through me like gunfire. Again and again gouts of warm, white semen splashed onto her breasts and all over her face as she continued to lick the head of my dick. She emptied me, lapping and gobbling up my cum as I came for what seemed like an eternity. I would have done Peter North proud. Her face looked like the bottom of a milk pail, like a painter’s shoes.
She raised each of her tremendous breasts to her lips and licked my semen from her nipples like a kitten lapping milk from a saucer. Her tongue flickered up and down my shaft then swirled around the head of my cock, licking it clean. She smiled up at me with her face still glistening with semen.
“You know how long it’s been since I drank cum? This vaccine is gonna open up a whole new world for me!”
I slid my pants back up and buckled them.
“I’m happy for you.”
I suddenly felt uncomfortable and claustrophobic in the little examining room. It was not an unfamiliar sensation. I always feel like that after an orgasm. I’m not the type to stay and chat or cuddle. When I’m done, I’m done.
I put my leather motorcycle jacket on, turned and left. She was still pulling up her panty hose when the next patient was led in. I wondered if he was in line for the same treatment. Now that venereal disease was a thing of the past, who could blame her? Amazingly, my dick had already gotten hard again...very hard. Without underwear, it bulged shamelessly in my over-sized Hugo Boss jeans. I strolled out of the examination room into the lobby, with my eyes glazed with lust. I scanned the line of people who filled the Haight Ashbury Free Clinic, looking for someone with whom to share my addiction. The hunger was already back upon me.
My eyes fell upon a diminutive Winona Rider look-a-like with breasts so large they seemed to be nearly half her body weight. She was wearing a black motorcycle jacket similar to mine, overtop a thin white tank top through which her large round breasts were clearly visible. The tiny hard nipples seemed to be pointing right at me. Her eyes clouded over with that smoky hypnotic lust that identified her as a fellow sex addict, even as her clothing identified her as a lesbian.
She wore tight, black Levis with a thick leather belt. A small chain led from her belt loop to the leather wallet in her pocket. She had about six little silver hoop earrings in her right ear and four in the left. On her leather jacket was a small pink triangle. I normally tried to steer clear of my kindred addicts as they represented a high-risk group, but as lesbians were at the lowest risk for AIDS, I had often made exceptions where they were concerned. I looked at the small cotton swab taped to the inside of my arm and thought to myself that it was all a moot point now.
I returned her gaze with an equally lascivious look complete with a head to toe appraisal. We both smiled. I turned and walked down the steps onto Haight Street. I looked at the line that trailed all the way down the steps of the free clinic, out the door, and down the street, all the way to the Panhandle. I saw a guy that I knew from the clubs standing in line with his girlfriend. I wasn’t sure whether that was sweet or just tacky.
“Yo, what’s up Ali?” I said.
“’Sup, Shark? You got yours already?”