Wherein we meet Mr. Smith, a pitiful coma patient whose tenuous grasp of reality is most sorely tested by the unscientific treatment of his condition.
The words were muffled and jumbled and I had to strain to make sense of them.
A woman's voice. "I'm telling you Em, he doesn't know. He's in a coma!"
The response came in a lower but still feminine voice. "You keep telling me that but it's creeping me out anyway. Are you sure he can't tell what we're...doing to him?"
Doing to him...Me?
The voices were getting clearer, more defined. The lighter and sweeter voice spoke again, her intonation, well, caring. "It's been a few weeks of this, and he just doesn't react, poor guy. Except for when I, you know, do...the thing." Pause. "It's fine, relax. You really won't believe it when it happens, it's like an explosion."
I could feel somebody gently shift my legs open, and a cool hand slowly run down my stomach, then down the side of my thigh. My mind was addled and foggy, and I wasn't quite coherent enough to decide if I was awake, drugged, or in outer space. Did she say coma?
"Wow, that was fast," the lower voice said, as I felt a hand grip my penis, bringing me back right back into the moment, then giggled, "like a rock!" Her voice was abrupt, nervous. Then I felt two cool hands begin the most pleasant motion there, kneading me ever so nicely.
She continued, "I feel so silly, I can't believe you asked me up here with you, this is crazy." Pause. "And he really doesn't come until you put a nipple in his mouth? Really?"
"Yep. You can do that all night Em, he just doesn't come until, well, like I said, he loves nipples I guess." More giggling.
The pumping went on for a while, at least I think it did, as my sense of time appeared to be as badly impaired as my grasp of reality. The rhythmic stroking had sped up some when I heard the sweeter voice speak.
"Em?"
"Yeah, Sarah?"
"Whenever I touch him I get a really nice feeling, and there's this strange flooding feeling in my head. Weird but, um, nice. That's why I keep doing it I guess, although I really shouldn't. I could, well we could get caught."
There was a moment of silence, then they both laughed, the lower voiced Em more nervously than Sarah.
"It's funny you said that, it's sorta been happening since I started wanking him," Em said, giving me a little playful tug and laughing, then paused. "Hey Sarah, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"You and Tim, does he like to, sorta, do you guys ever do anything with your breasts when you're...I don't know, going at it? You've got big, I mean you've got really...great boobs and, just wondering, you know."
The kneading speed had increased again, and Em's palm now started to rub the tip of my shaft at the tail end of each stroke. "I don't know why I just asked you about your boobs. I'm guess feeling a little lightheaded."
Why wasn't I moaning? It sure felt like I should be, this must be a wet dream, my grip on reality was definitely not right. It was intense like a dream, but then again hand jobs are intense no matter what (wait, how did I know that?) and all I could say for sure at this moment was this girl was working it hard and I could feel every subtle stroke and caress. Oh yeah, most definitely. But not a muscle worked in my body - apart from the obvious one apparently. I tried to wiggle my left index finger. Nothing. The right. Nothing.
"Big breasts for an Asian you mean? Ha!" Sarah laughed. "You're not so, um, little yourself, Em. Yeah, we sometimes get into a little boob play, he's pretty delicate with them, though if we're really at it and they start to bounce a bit and I have to keep them from, you know, slapping around," and here she laughed softly, "well, only if we're really at it. So he'll hold them if I put his hands on them. I think he's into it mostly. Asking, why?"
"Just curious about what other people, you know, what other women, how they use their breasts, or like, what other guys like or not, I guess."
I felt a warm hand brush against my chest and then the sound of...Velcro? Where the fuck am I? The constant rubbing on my cock by those cool fingers was making thinking ever more impossible, and every time this Em person got to the top of my shaft, her little rub on the tip would reset any thought I had managed to formulate back to its beginning.
A soft sweet breath on my cheek, and a small kiss from delicate lips. I felt a little trail of hair fall onto my cheekbone.
"Are you almost ready, Mr. Smith?" the nurturing voice whispered in my ear.
Sarah. I felt movement and the soft push of flesh on the side of my face. Then more flesh. Sarah with the big tits. The velcro must have been her taking something off. Hospital uniform, maybe - Sarah is a nurse? Her tit kept pushing into the side of my face distracting me with the warmth of fleshy comfort, as she put her hand on the other side of my face and gently pressed it further into her lovely giving globe. I felt a little hard nipple press against my cheek and my cock gave a small lurch.
"Oh!" Em squeeked. "He just had a...throb I think! Screw it, I'm going to do it."
"What are you doing now?" Sarah laughed. Her boob jiggled against my face.
"Nick's not really into my titties, and I always wanted to do this, so why not now, he's not going to know." I wasn't sure if she meant me or this Nick fellow, but a moment later I felt a soft surrounding warmth around my cock, as Ems cool hands manipulated my shaft into...oh god, she just put me into her cleavage!
"Wow, this guy is as hard as a pole!"
Sarah laughed again, and this time her nipple pronounced itself again against my cheek, with another small lurch in my stiff cock.
