Kim, Brian, and Chris (Part 1)
The noon sun shone bright over Brian’s backyard. The jacuzzi jets roared and frothed the water of his in-ground hot tub. Bubbles plopped and splashed on the stones around the edges. The water raged pure white except for a blur of purple beneath the surface. The purple of Kim’s bathing suit.
Lifeguards Chris and Brian rushed onto the scene with gear bags in hand, wearing only their bright red speedos. Chris dropped his bag at the side of the hot tub and jumped in the water. Brian knelt on the adjacent cement and began unpacking the gear – defibrillator, electrodes, gel, box of syringes, and trauma shears.
Chris lifted Kim’s head from the gurgling water and brushed strands of dark wet hair from her face. Her eyes were open, vacant and haunting. Her mouth was ajar and filled with water. He rolled her head to the side to clear her mouth, then sealed his lips around hers. He blew hard and smooth, and forced her chest to expand. He broke the seal of their lips and the air escaped with a rattle, but with no bubbles. There was no water in her lungs. Chris gave her another breath, her cheeks puffed and her chest rose in the sloshing jacuzzi water.
“Let’s get her out,” Brian extended a hand to help pull her from the water.
She was heavier than she looked, as were all lifeless bodies. Brian scooped his hands under her arms and Chris held her legs. Her right breast spilled from her purple one-piece as they jostled her onto the cement, and both men’s eyes locked onto the crescent of her pink nipple. The rest of the suit clung wet and tight against her figure which had become see-through in the bright noon sunlight. The same was true of Chris’s wet speedo, and Brian took a moment to admire the outline of Chris’s cock as he knelt beside of Kim’s chest.
“No breathing, no pulse. Starting compressions.”
Chris placed both hands on Kim’s wet chest and pressed down hard. Her body jiggled from the force of the CPR. Her limp head rocked side to side and her still-open eyes stared off into nothing. Her breast spilled out further, exposing the full-mooned nipple.
“Fourteen… fifteen… breathe.”
Brian bent down and gave Kim two powerful puffs of air watching her ample chest rise and fall, and catching another glimpse of that breast. It was hard not to look. Chris continued compressions, and Brian indulged the sight of her perky nipple prancing around from the violent CPR. He felt himself swell inside his speedo. The muscles on Chris’s arm and torso flexed as he worked on Kim, and Brian felt his cock swell more.
Fifteen compressions, and Brian filled her lungs with another two breaths. THe air rattled out. She showed no response.
“Let’s get her on the monitor.”
Chris continued rigorous compressions, and Brian pulled the LifePak closer. He grabbed the trauma shears and began cutting around Chris’s hands to not interrupt the life-saving measures. He snipped the straps at the top of Kim’s bathing suit and down the full length of her left side. He scooped his finger and cut the suit between her legs exposing her shaved vaginal lips. In between compressions Chris yanked the material from Kim’s chest then immediately continued CPR on her naked body sending waves through her full figure.
Brian spotted a towel on a chair a few feet from where they worked. He rushed over and grabbed it. Chris held compressions for a moment to let Brian dry off Kim’s chest.
Brian peeled foam electrode pads from a white plastic strip and hooked Kim to the LifePak monitor. The green line squiggled across the screen. She was in v-fib.
“Alright, let’s shock her.”
Chris continued compressions as Brian removed the paddles and spattered green gel onto the metal plates. He rubbed them together, smoothing the gel over the contacts. He applied them to Kim’s unusually pale chest. He rubbed one just above her right breast and the other under her left.
Brian fired the paddles. Her body caved in from the shock, her limbs flopped and her breasts bounced.
They checked the monitor. Still in v-fib.
Kim’s body seized again then fell still.
“Nothing. Continue compressions.” Brian tossed the paddles to the side and retook his place by Kim’s head. Her eyes were still empty and staring, he could not look at them. Instead his focus went to Chris. Brian watched his boyfriend’s torso rise and fall, his muscles flexed as he pumped Kim’s chest. He was beginning to sweat from the effort under the noon sun, and Brian watched a bead fall and trace his rib. He could see the bulge of Chris’s erection struggling against the fabric of the speedo, pushing it out, teasing a view of his pretty cock and balls. Brian’s own hard-on began to hurt in the confines of the tight bathing suit.
Chris held compressions, and Brian forced two strong puffs of air into Kim’s lungs.
“Yeah.” Chris wiped his sweaty face and stood. They stepped over the body and traded positions. Before Brian knelt, he removed his speedo and give his hard cock a reprieve.
Chris leaned down and blew into Kim’s agape mouth. He let the air out and tilted his head to watch her chest rise and fall, but instead caught a glimpse Brian’s unsheathed cock standing out from between his knelt thighs. He looked up at Brian’s face and was greeted with that familiar, devilish grin.
Brian placed the heel of his right hand in the center of Kim’s sternum along the nipple-line. He covered it with his left and gripped his fingers.
Brian started CPR. This provided Chris a chance to stand and remove his speedo, a chance which he took advantage. His cock bounced free as he pulled down the speedo, and he tossed the fabric aside. He knelt again by Kim’s head, and they continued their work on her, all three bodies fully exposed.
“Hold compressions,” Chris said this time.
“Asystole. Continue compressions.”
Brian pumped hard and fast. His cock bounced between his legs with the occasional flop against Kim’s arm that left a string of precum.
Chris opened the box of drugs and pulled out a hypo. He flicked off the cap and slipped the needle in an thick blue vein. He emptied the contents into Kim’s system and stored the empty syringe in the box.
They cycled breaths and compressions watching each other as well as Kim’s body bounce and move as they fought to bring her back, consumed with ravenous desire. They wanted to dive for each other, claw and bite flesh, suck and nibble, lick and kiss all the pieces of flesh. Chris wanted to penetrate Kim, fuck her until he came. Brian wanted to penetrate Chris, fill him with hot and sticky semen. Not yet, though, for either, they still had work to do.
“Let’s check the monitor.”
“V-fib. Charging paddles.”
Chris grabbed the discarded paddles and reapplied the gel. He rubbed them down on Kim’s chest, smearing more green goo.
“Charging 360J.” He flicked the yellow button on the side of the paddle. “Clear.”
Kim’s body seized hard. Still nothing.
“Charging again, clear.” Chris rubbed the paddles against her skin and fired.
Her limbs flopped again. Still nothing.
“Ok, let’s go again at 400J. Charging.”
The machine screamed again, building the charge.
Her body jolted once more. The monitor went flat. They held their breaths.
The line spiked and went flat again. They watched in silence, not a movement or breath in desperate anticipation.
The line spiked again, and again, and again. They had a rhythm.
Brian pressed his fingers hard in Kim’s groin.
“Pulse is strong.” He watched Kim’s chest rise and fall, naked except for wires and globs of sticky gel where the paddles had been. Her dead eyes blinked and life filled them again. She began to squirm.
Chris rubbed his knuckles into her chest to coax her awake.
“That’s it, come back to us, Kim.”
She took big gasps, grateful to have air in her lungs again.
Confident she was no longer in danger, Chris tried to remove the foam pads from her chest. Kim stopped his hand.
“No… leave them…” She unsnapped the wires, leaving the white foam disks attached.
“So, what did you guys think?” She asked between heavy breaths.
Their cocks throbbed. Both heads were smeared with precum. That was all the answer she needed.
She eyed them hungrily, anxious to take her turn.
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