Stephanie seduces Tori's boyfriend. Tori has her first embarrassing exam, and a disturbing lesbian experience. Mike finally gets inside his mother. Stephanie receives an unexpected gift.
Life in the Hamlin household was very subdued for the rest of the day. Tori's absence was like someone had torn a hole in their lives, and it gaped open with nothing to fill it. Even Stephanie felt a little more depressed than she thought she would. The feeling didn't last long, but the image of Tori being carted off to a rehab center brought mixed feelings. On one hand, she was elated. Her plans had worked out perfectly, with the small hitch that all the built-up sexual energy in the house had totally vanished amid the turmoil. On the other hand, Tori was getting exactly what she deserved, and that knowledge helped the busty teen sleep easier at night.
Her parents were quiet, keeping to themselves, and staying locked in their room all night. The house felt empty. Even Mike was standoffish. Stephanie had gone to his cave, and tried to taunt him into raping her throat with his huge cock, but he was in a foul mood. He told her that he just couldn't get it up today. That left Stephanie bored out of her mind. It was summer vacation, and she had nothing to do tonight. Her friends were mostly gone on vacations. She had no boyfriend...but then, Tori had a boyfriend. Tori had a boyfriend, and he was probably missing her. He'd been almost completely neglected this last week with everything going on! A fiendish plan began to form in her warped mind, and Stephanie found herself bounding up the stairs to her room.
She plucked her phone from her nightstand and fired off a text to Tim, Tori's hunky football star boyfriend.
Hey Tim. It's Stephie. What you doing?
The reply came quickly.
Just thinking about Tori.
Ya. Me too. I really miss her. You hear anything?
No. They won't let us talk to her until she gets out.
I'm really bored, and it sounds like we could both use someone to talk to. You wanna come over for a bit?
A minute passed before her phone buzzed again.
Sure. I guess. Be over in an hour. That OK?
Ya. Come on.
Tim Barnes, star quarterback for the high school would be a senior after the summer. He wasn't as big as the guys on his line. He wasn't supposed to be. He was wiry, muscular, tall, but most of all he was agile and fast. Dangerous in his position, he'd led the team to more victories than they'd seen in the last decade, and was already being scouted by several colleges. To top it off, he was handsome, in an all American sort of way. Dirty brown hair, blue eyed, a kind face with chiseled features. He could have been a poster boy for wholesome middle America.
And, as far as Tim was convinced, he was dating the hottest girl in school. Well, if he had to be honest with himself, Tori's twin sister was actually the hottest girl in school, but Stephanie was also an undeniable flirt, tease, and had never shown the slightest interest in any boy in school. Tori, though, she was fun, outgoing, friendly, all the things that made him attracted to her.
The only problem was, they'd been dating for over a year, and his raging teenage hormones were giving him the worst case of blue balls in human history. Tori was a good girl. He didn't want to call her prudish, but she was very reserved, sexually. They made out, and he'd felt up her hot body a few times, but the most play she'd ever given him was a handjob a couple of times. To say he wanted more would be an understatement. He wanted to go all the way with his hot girlfriend.
Now, with Tori in some kind of drug rehab clinic, he wasn't sure he could wait. This summer was going to be full of parties, and hot chicks, and his aching balls were about at their limit. He'd been faithful, and he'd held out hope, but a growing young man has needs. Still, he really missed his girlfriend. She was such a great person to be around, and the thought of her locked up for drugs was inconceivable. He couldn't believe she'd been involved with something like that. It wasn't like the Tori he knew.
Tim's big muscle car roared into the Hamlin's drive, and the handsome young man stepped out, making his way up to the door. Of course, he'd had plenty of interaction with Stephanie, and she'd always been very friendly. Maybe a little flirtatious, but that was just her personality. Over the last year he'd come to consider her a friend, and it wasn't unusual for them to chat from time to time. He knew that she was close with her twin sister, though, and they both missed Tori terribly. It would be good to have someone to talk to, and the fact that the two girls looked identical would help. It would almost be like it was Tori, anyway!
He knocked on the door and a moment later Stephanie pulled it open. Tim's eyes about fell out of his head as he took in the sight of Tori's smoking hot twin. She certainly didn't dress like Tori! Stephanie's lips glistened with a fresh coat of gloss. Her blonde hair hung loosely about her shoulders. A tight half top struggled to contain her bulging tits, while her legs were practically bare in a tiny little skirt that hardly fit the definition of 'skirt'. She threw her arms around him in a tight hug, smashing her big boobs against his chest. Despite himself, Tim felt his aching cock coming to life.
“Hey, Tim,” She squealed, “It's so good to see you! Come in,”
She led him into the living room and sat him down on the couch.
“Can I get you anything?” she asked.
“Uh, maybe a soda?”
“Be right back,” she said, and went into the kitchen.
Tim adjusted his boner and tried to act natural. The Hamlin's house was very quiet, most of the lights out. It was strange. The place was usually so active and warm. Mr. Hamlin would be watching some kind of financial news, while his wife busied herself in the kitchen or around the house. There was always something going on. To see it like this made him feel a little sad. It was like the whole place was holding its breath, just waiting for something to happen.
Stephanie returned with a can of soda and handed it to him, then took a seat right beside him.
“I'll bet you can't believe it, can you?” Stephanie asked.
“About Tori? No. I don't get it. How could she get mixed up in something like this. It's really not like her at all,”
“I know,” she agreed, “we all felt the same way. It's been really hard to come to terms with. But, the clinic said that if she shows improvement she could get out a lot sooner, so that's good news,”
“Yeah. She's a good girl. I'm sure they'll see that and realize that she doesn't belong there,”
Tim couldn't take his eyes off of Stephanie's huge melons. Her resemblance to his girlfriend was uncanny, identical in every way. The only difference was those big, ripe, beautiful breasts. He blushed a little as he thought about them, and Stephanie noticed his face color.
“Tim,” she said softly, “It's okay to look. I know that you miss Tori a lot, and it's got to be hard on you to see someone that looks just like her,”
“Yeah, I'm sorry. It's just that I've hardly seen her for over a week, and I guess seeing you just makes me think about all the things I'm missing, you know?”
She nodded agreement, asking, “Maybe it will help if you talk to me about what you miss about her, and I'll do the same. That way, we can both remember all the good things that we love about her, and it'll feel like she's right here with us,”
“Yeah, I guess so,” he said, smiling for the first time, “I really miss her laugh, most of all. She's always been fun, you know? I make stupid jokes, but she pretends they're funny anyway,”
“I miss that, too,” Stephanie lied, “She could be a stick in the mud sometimes, but she always went out of her way to make you feel accepted. I like that about her. I'll bet you miss something else, too, though, don't you?” she smiled coyly.
“Uh, I don't know what you mean,” he said dumbly.
“Well, now that Tori's gone, you don't have anyone to take of your...well...your needs?”
“My...oh, um, well, we hadn't really gone that far. Not yet. I guess, well, I wanted to, but Tori...she'd kind of, I guess, traditional?”
“Uh, no. We make out and stuff, but that's about it. I thought she'd have told you, you guys being so close and all,”
She shook her head, “No, she doesn't really talk about that kind of stuff with me,”
The sudden change in the direction of this conversation had Tim's cock swelling again. Stephanie was so close to him, and she smelled so good, and she looked just like Tori. Oh, geez, he was getting turned on by his girlfriend's sister. Not good! He needed to think of something else. He began chanting “grandma's apple pie” in his head, willing his erection to go down. It wasn't working, though. Stephanie shifted on the couch, and her bare leg rubbed against him. Her skirt rode up, and he could swear he saw her panties peeking out. She was like his fantasy version of Tori, all dolled up in sexy clothes.
“Are you okay, Tim,” she asked, putting her hand on his arm. She was so warm.
“Uh, yeah, I'm fine. It's just, well, I always kind of wished that Tori would dress like you do. She's really hot,” he laughed, “like you didn't know that. You just have to look in the mirror to see how pretty she is,”
“She's beautiful,” Stephanie agreed, and snuggled in a little closer to him, “Maybe, well, this might sound crazy. Nevermind, I'm stupid,” She looked away, biting her lip.
“Well, I just thought, maybe you could, um, you could kiss me? I mean, I look just like her, and so it wouldn't even really be cheating. Especially if it was just a kiss, right? Maybe it would make us both feel better. You can pretend I'm her, and I can be your pretend Tori, just this once,”
Tim could no longer think of grandma's apple pie. His poor penis was so hard at the thought of what she was saying. The idea made some kind of sense to his hormone-controlled brain. They were identical twins, after all. It would be better than cheating on Tori by hooking up with some girl at a party or something, right? And he could trust Stephanie not to tell her about it, like some dumb girl might do bragging at school. Before he could say no, Stephanie's lips were touching his.
Tim's balls were so blue he couldn't resist. Her lips were so plump and perfect, her gloss tasted like strawberry. He moaned as she pressed her mouth on his, her hand stroking his arm. He didn't even realize that he was putting his arm around her, his hand stroking her hair. She smelled so good! He opened his mouth, and felt her tongue slide inside, gently and passionately stroking his own. She moaned with desire as her hand slid off of his arm and onto his chest. His chiseled body felt wonderful to Stephanie, and she pushed him further by sliding her hand under his shirt.
Their kissing became more passionate, and soon Tim was breathing hard. His cock was at full mast. Stephanie climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and took his face in her hands. Her tongue was so eager, not at all like Tori's tentative, cautious kisses. His hands slid under her skirt and rested on her perfect ass cheeks, gripping them firmly as her big tits mashed against his chest. He could feel her covered pussy humping against his cock, as it strained in his jeans.
Stephanie was moaning softly into his mouth. She reached down and took one of his hands from her ass, and moved it up to her tits. The poor boy had forgotten all about Tori by this point. His eager penis was in full control, and he had a total bombshell dry humping his raging cock. He never stood a chance. He groped Stephanie's big tits, tweaked her nipples, rubbed her ass. Finally, she broke their passionate kiss and put her mouth to his ear.
“Does my sister kiss you like this,” she hissed, “does she rub her horny little pussy against your cock, baby? Does she take care of you?”
To emphasize what she meant, she slid off of his lap and unzipped his jeans. Deftly, she undid his belt, and pulled his pants down before he could figure out what was happening.
“Steph, I, uh, oh...oh...god!”
Before he could argue, Stephanie pulled his cock from his boxers and wrapped her warm lips around it. He was nowhere near Mike's size, much smaller in fact. Fully erect he was only about 5 inches. While she was a little disappointed, this wasn't really about enjoying his cock. It was about getting him under her control. She took him into her throat easily, swirling her tongue around his erection. Tori's boyfriend never had a chance. This was his first blowjob, and he'd always imagined that it would come from Tori. He looked down through glassy eyes and saw a face that was just like hers, only this one was passionate about sucking on his manhood. She pulled off his cock with a pop, and began to stroke it steadily.
“Your big cock tastes so good,” she lied, “I'll bet you want to shoot your cum all over my face, don't you? Don't you want to cum on Tori's pretty face?”
She began to jerk his cock rapidly, fisting the head, rubbing his shaft with her saliva, all the while taunting him to cum for her. The poor football player couldn't take it. He began to thrust his hips into her pumping fist, and after a few seconds his hands gripped the cushions in a death grip and his balls unloaded their cream all over Stephanie's face.
“Yeah, baby,” she encouraged him, “Mmmm, shoot it all over me! Let me have that hot cum!”
Tim's stored up load sprayed her face, dripped into her cleavage, and shot into her gaping mouth. Stephanie lapped it up hungrily, smiling all the while, jerking his softening shaft. Tim's head fell back against the couch as he tried to catch his breath.
“Mmmm,” Stephanie purred, scooping his cum off her tits and feeding it into her mouth, “You sure saved that up for a while! It's not healthy to keep all the cum in your balls for so long, you know?”
Sitting on her knees, her cleavage glistening with his cum, Tim couldn't think of a sexier sight. His hands trembled as he watched her stand and lean toward him. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, and he could taste his own cum on it. Instead of feeling disgusted, he was kind of turned on. She pulled her mouth away, her hand still gripping his slimy pole.
“Taste all your nasty spunk, baby,” she whispered, kissing him again, “get it all in there. Does that taste good?”
His reply was muffled by her squirming tongue. Finally, she released his dick and licked her hand clean. Tim just stared, dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what had just happened.
“Well, that went a little further than we thought it would, didn't it?” Stephanie said, smiling as she sat back down next to him. He could only nod as she went on, “Now, if you need those little balls drained again, you make sure to come here. I can't have you cheating on my sister now, okay?”
The smitten boy could only nod. His head was swimming with the most intense feeling he could recall ever having. The couple of handjobs he'd had from Tori were nothing compared to this. His own jerkoff sessions were, again, nothing like this. He'd just gotten his dick sucked for the first time, and he was certain that he'd want to do it again. Sure he felt a little guilty that it was his girlfriend's sister that had been his first, but they were so identical that it might as well have been Tori, right? Stephanie would never tell her, either, so there was no way she'd find out. She'd also left the invitation open to do it again, and the tingling feeling in his empty nutsack told him that he would definitely take her up on it.
“You got your dirty cum all over my big tits,” Stephanie was saying, “You really need to clean that up before you go,”
He just looked at her stupidly and asked, “Do you have a towel?”
She giggled and pulled his head into the valley of her breasts. She rubbed his face in the remainder of his spunk, and he soon found himself licking it up, if only to get his tongue on those amazing tits. When Stephanie was satisfied, he let go of his head. Tim sat up, his face shiny.
“You'd better go,” she said, “but remember, don't you think about putting that dick near some stupid slut, okay? Tori loves you, and she needs you to be faithful. If you get any sexy urges, or some stupid bitch tries to take you away, you make sure and call me, okay?”
“Uh, yeah, sure...I, well, I'll do that. If you get a chance to talk to Tori, tell her I love her, okay?”
Stephanie showed him to the door and watch him stumble out into the night, still unsure of exactly what had happened. Stephanie, quite satisfied with her work, wiped a string of cum and saliva off her chin. She was kind of disappointed that Tim wasn't hung, as well as studly, but his little dick gave her more control over him, anyway. That, at least, was something. What was very satisfying, however, was that she'd been able to seduce Tori's boyfriend so easily! With the promise of more blowjobs, she was assured that he'd be eating out of her hand by the time Tori came home.
Dr. Rebecca Swell had once been a darling of the scientific community. By the age of 25 she held advanced degrees in biology and chemistry. Finding work had been no problem, and though she was approached and sought after by several companies, research labs, and government entities, she'd found herself working in the research department of a large pharmaceutical company.
Unfortunately, she was also overeager, and had no regard for protocol or process. When it was discovered that she had initiated human trials on some questionable drugs of her own design, the fallout was swift. To avoid any kind of scandal, she was quietly dismissed from her post, but soon found herself blackballed by everyone who had previously courted her.
The problem with Rebecca Swell lay in the fact that she was a horny and dominant bitch. Dr. Swell loved sex. Not in the way that some people love chocolate, or puppies. It was an obsession that dominated her life. It wasn't that Dr. Swell loved having sex, though she did. It was that she simply could not understand how there were people in this world that did not, and it was her life's mission to see that the world devolved into debauchery, animal lust, and eroticism. She particularly enjoyed sexual domination. The way some people submitted themselves to any and all kind of debasement at the hands of someone that they perceived to be a more dominant sexual force in their lives.
Those people, in the opinion of Dr. Swell, were far too few. Her particular branch of research focused on altering those individuals through the use of DNA, hormone, and chemical alteration. Making sluts with science, she had joked on more than one occasion. Shortly after finding herself unemployed, with a generous severance package to pay for her silence, she had been contacted by another researcher who had similar thoughts to her own. Enter Dr. Paul Carlson.
Carlson himself was far more reserved with his research. He was a stickler for process on the surface, but in reality he was just much better at hiding his activities behind a curtain of legitimacy. Through his own contacts, he'd learned of Dr. Swells interests, her falling out with the broader scientific community, and he'd been very happy to reach out to her and bring her into the fold.
Laying out his plans for the NewYou Clinic, he'd been able to persuade her (rather easily) to get involved. She would have free reign to develop her project as she saw fit, provided it fit within the overall goal of the clinic. That goal was to turn young, more conservative women into young sluts. It was Carlson's opinion that the world (mostly the male population thereof) could seriously benefit from starting young adult women on the path to slutdom as soon as possible.
Over the course of a few years, their methods had been fine-tuned to include psychological condition, DNA, hormone and body modification, and reinforcement of “appropriate” behaviors. Though there had been no shortage of young, attractive, troubled teens through the doors of NewYou over the last two years, Tori Hamlin was absolutely the best.
She was flawless, perfect, exceptional. She was stunning. Her body and her looks evoked the kind of sexual arousal that most women only dream of. The kicker was that she had no idea of her effect on both men and women. She was innocent to a fault, a truly good girl and wonderful person. Corrupting her would be the professional challenge, and accomplishment of a lifetime.
On the previous evening, as Dr. Swell fed Tori her pills and pushed the needle into her perfect ass, she could hardly contain her excitement. Of course, she had lied about both the pills and the injection. The pills were a powerful aphrodisiac, designed for the short term. The injection would take a little longer, as it was designed to rewrite some of her genetic code.
Over time, as it worked, it would increase Tori's hormone production, substantially increase her libido, halt her egg production, and make certain areas of her body much more sensitive to pleasure. Her pheromone production would kick into overdrive, making everyone around her extremely attracted to her. The overall effect was that she would live out her life in a near-constant state of sexual arousal, prevent pregnancy, and any pleasure she received in her erogenous zones would be heightened incredibly. She'd also attract people like a magnet, and they'd all want a piece of her.
The Recoder, as Dr. Swell had come to call it, was only a tool, though. Tori would still need extensive reinforcement on her psyche if she was ever going to accept the new feelings that were going to run rampant through her body. The most delicious part of it was that she would always retain her own personality. In her mind, she would always want to be the same good and wholesome girl, but the terrible urges she'd experience would leave her with a constant sense of guilt and humiliation. Those same feelings, though, would only heighten her arousal, making her body demand more sexual attention.
Dr. Swell was prepping her exam table as poor Tori was escorted through the doors of the examination room by an orderly. She was now dressed in the same light blue scrubs as all the rest of the girls.
“Good morning, Tori,” Dr. Swell said cheerfully, “How did you sleep?”
“Okay, I guess,” she said sleepily. It was clear she hadn't slept much at all.
“Did you make it to the cafeteria for breakfast?”
Tori shook her head. She'd still been too frightened to leave her room. She hadn't eaten anything since yesterday morning, but she'd kept drinking water, like the doctor told her to. And she had needed to pee, a lot.
“Well, when we finish up here I can take you down to the cafeteria myself, and get you something to eat, okay? You can't neglect your health, you know,”
Dr. Swell motioned to the exam table. It looked like one of those tables in a chiropractors office, with a hole at the head where she could put her face, while she lay on her stomach. It was covered in the same white paper that all doctors covered exam tables in. The table sat at about waist height.
“Can you sit on the table for me please? I'm just going to check you out a little bit,”
Tori obediently sat on the table, her legs swinging over the end. Dr. Swell put on a blood pressure cuff, checked her pressure, then listened to her heart. She asked Tori to open and say 'ahhh,' and then tested her reflexes. While all this was happening, Tori began to feel like she might have to pee again. She wanted to tell the doctor, but the male orderly was standing at the other end of the table, and she felt embarrassed to say anything in front of him.
“Good, Tori,” Dr. Swell said, “Now, can you please lie down on your stomach for me, and just put your face there at the top,”
Tori did as she asked, resting her face in the little hole. The male nurse took up position by her head, and she could clearly see his legs and his crotch through the hole. He seemed unreasonably close, in her opinion, but then she was no doctor. The table began to move, the section under her stomach raising up. This had the effect of pushing her rear end into the air. Tori gasped as she felt Dr. Swell pull down her bottoms.
“Now, just relax Tori. I'm going to take your temperature really quick. This is a small rectal thermometer, so don't be afraid when you feel a little sensation at your backdoor, okay?”
“Can't you just use the mouth one?” she asked.
“Those old things aren't very accurate. The best readings are taken right here. Now, this will be a little chilly. I'm going to put just a dab of some jelly on your bottom so I don't hurt you when I put this in,”
Tori cringed and began to blush. She was sure the nurse could see her exposed butt, and couldn't believe he was going to watch the doctor put a thermometer in her ass! She flashed back briefly to when she'd put her mother's dildo in her ass. It had felt good, but then, she'd been alone in her room. She could feel her pussy getting wet at the memory, and was instantly ashamed. Dr. Swell would probably see her arousal, and think that she enjoyed this. On top of that she really had to pee!
Dr. Swell's finger touched her anus, coated with slippery medical jelly. Tori felt the finger slowly slide into her ass, and she moaned just a little bit. It didn't feel bad. When she looked down through the hole, she could see the nurse starting to get an erection. He was getting turned on watching the doctor push a finger up her butt!
“That's good, Tori,” Dr. Swell said, “I'm going to put the thermometer in now, alright?”
Dr. Swell picked up a small black dildo, giddy with excitement. She lubed up the small fake penis and grinned at her nurse as she positioned it at the entrance to Tori's ass. Slowly, she began to push it in, watching Tori's perfect ass squirm at the unwanted intrusion. The feeling of the “thermometer” sliding into her asshole made Tori's poor pussy start to quiver. The nurse's cock was tenting his thin pants, starting to rise higher. As Dr. Swell pushed the “thermometer” deeper into her teenage butthole, the nurse's cock swelled even more. Soon it was standing at full attention, which brought it up through the hole until it bumped against Tori's lips. Only the thin fabric separated his cockhead from her mouth.
“Is that too uncomfortable, Tori,” Dr. Swell asked.
“No,” she replied, and when her mouth opened, the clothed head of the nurse's cock entered her mouth. In shock she tried to pull back, but his big hands held her shoulders down.
“I need you to stay still, Tori,” Dr. Swell urged, and gave her ass a light spank.
Tori's pussy began to drip with juice. Her bladder was painfully full. Her breath was hot on the nurse's aroused penis. The pressure in her bladder was getting unbearable.
“Doctushwell,” she tried to say, her mouth muffled by the fabric-covered cock against her lips. She had to warn the doctor. The pressure from the “thermometer” was pressing against her bladder.
“Just another minute, Tori. We're almost done,”
Tori's body began to shake from trying to hold in her water. She was on the verge of tears as Dr. Swell began to pull the “thermometer” from her ass. As it came free with a pop, the sudden release of tension set off the poor teens full bladder, and before she knew it she was letting it go. Hot tears burst from her eyes, coating her face and the nurse's thin pants. Dr. Swell jumped away with a cry. Tori couldn't help herself. She emptied her bladder right there in front of Dr. Swell and the nurse. Both of them just stood silently and let her finish, all the while she cried with the nurse's big dick pressed against her lips.
Finally, she was done. Her body shook with shame. She sobbed uncontrollably. Worst of all, her pussy was so hot from the feeling of embarrassment and humiliation. Suddenly, the nurse stepped back. Dr. Swell was stroking Tori's pretty hair and hushing her.
“Oh, honey, it's okay,” she said soothingly, “I should have asked if you needed the bathroom before we started. I know those pills made you have to pee so bad,”
Tori couldn't collect herself. She just lay with her exposed asshole in the air, crying.
“Ron,” Dr. Swell said, “Could you please grab a mop and clean up?”
She heard the nurse walk out of the room. Dr. Swell went to a cabinet and came back with some towels. She began to clean up Tori's piss-soaked pussy for her. The feel of the scratchy towel against her pussy, rubbing her clit, the whole humiliating situation was just too much. As if her shame could go no deeper, Tori began to cum as Dr. Swell cleaned up her pussy. Her firm legs shook and a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Even worse was that Ron walked into the room with a mop and bucket just as she went off. She could hear him gasp as her pussy juice ran down her legs.
Dr. Swell continued to clean her up as Tori rode out her orgasm. Ron said nothing, but began to mop up the floor. Tori's whole body was red with embarrassment. She couldn't believe she'd just pissed herself and then orgasmed right in front of the doctor and nurse. She wanted to go hide in her room and die. Dr. Swell lowered the exam table, and came around to stroke Tori's hair kindly.
“There, there, honey. It's alright. Occasionally, these kinds of things happen. It's nothing to be ashamed of,”
Tori heard her, but she was sobbing so hard that the words hardly registered. Dr. Swell helped her to sit up, and used the same piss and cum-soaked towel to dry her tears. Tori could smell her own fluids all over it.
“Why don't I take you back to your room, and you can clean up. Okay?”
Tori nodded. She stood up on wobbly legs and pulled up her pants. With the doctor's arm around her, they walked out of the room. Tori couldn't help but notice the wet spot on the front of Ron's pants, where his cock had been bumping against her lips. The hallways were empty as Dr. Swell escorted Tori back to her room.
“Go ahead and shower up, Tori,” Swell said, “I'll come back in a few minutes and we'll go down to the cafeteria together. I'm starving!”
She tousled the shaken girl's beautiful hair and left her alone. Once she was by herself, Tori began to get a hold of her tears. Mechanically, she set her bag on the bed and began to unpack it. She'd been so frightened the night before that she hadn't taken the time. As she pulled out her things, she noticed that all of her panties and bras were missing. Her personal items were still here, toothbrush, other toiletries, a few books, some notepads, a couple of track suits. All of her underwear, though, was gone. Maybe the clinic supplied their own? She went to the sets of drawers, finding plenty of the light blue scrubs inside, but no underwear. She made a mental note to ask the doctor later. Pulling a new pair of scrubs out, she took them into the bathroom.
The mirror showed her that her face was a mess. She eyes were red and puffy, her hair disheveled. She stripped off the soiled scrubs she was wearing and threw them in the hamper. They smelled like piss. She turned on the shower, and jumped in, not even waiting for the water to warm up. The cold water served to clear her head a little bit. As she soaped up her body, the water gradually heated until it was a nice soothing temperature. As she worked at cleaning herself, especially her crotch, she tried to block out the embarrassing situation she'd just endured. However, when she thought back on it, her pussy started to juice up again.
“No, no, no!” she whispered to herself, “Stop that!”
But her pussy didn't stop. It became more excited as she washed it and pictured Ron watching her cum with her ass in the air. Soon, she was vigorously masturbating herself, leaning against the shower wall with her fingers plunging in and out of her tight little box. The memory of the thermometer sliding into her ass brought her off, and she came so hard that she had to sit down in the shower for fear she might pass out. After a few moments, she started to come down, and the guilt set in again.
She'd just finger fucked herself thinking of the doctor putting a thermometer in her ass! It was disgusting! She pulled herself up and finished her shower. She climbed out and dried herself, avoiding touching her pussy. She knew that if she felt the towel between her legs, that she would start to get excited again, and she had to get control of herself. She was a good girl, and good girls didn't play with their pussies like this.
She dressed in the new set of scrubs and brushed out her hair. Being clean helped her mood. She felt almost normal again, except for the constant tingling between her legs. When she emerged from the steamy bathroom, Dr. Swell was standing by her little desk looking at the few pictures she'd brought from home.
There was one of her parents and her together, another of her and Stephanie after their first state track competition, another of her and Tim, and finally her whole family on vacation in Jamaica. All of those memories seemed so long ago, and like they happened to a different person. She didn't even feel like she was the girl in those pictures. Now she was Tori the drug addict, who masturbated too much and pissed herself. The thought almost made her cry, but she sucked it up. She needed to get through this, and she couldn't do it if she were constantly crying.
“Don't you look beautiful,” Dr. Swell complimented her, “Is this handsome young man your boyfriend?” she pointed at the picture with Tim.
“Yeah,” she confirmed.
At least he was. She figured that he'd probably dump her at the first chance he got, thinking she was some kind of lowlife druggie.
“You have a very lovely family, Tori. I'm sure they miss you,”
Tori managed a weak smile.
“Are you hungry,” Swell asked, “I know I am!”
Now that she thought about it, she was. She was very hungry! She nodded in the affirmative.
“Let's go see what we can find,” Dr. Swell held out her hand.
Tori took it and the doctor led her out of the room and down the hallway to the common room. It was the free hour for the patients, so the common room was fairly busy. The noise and banter when they walked in reminded Tori of her school cafeteria. Several of the tables were occupied by little groups of other girls, all of them dressed in the pale blue scrubs. A few turned to look at her as Dr. Swell brought her in, others ignored her completely. A few girls sat alone reading books or playing on tablets. A few of the patients were hunkered in big chairs watching cable news, or playing video games.
Dr. Swell took Tori to the serving line. All manner of different food was readily available, as long as you liked health food. Everything seemed to be organic. She saw sandwiches, yogurts, fruits, vegetables. Dr. Swell handed her a plate and told her to get whatever she wanted. Tori picked a little bit of everything, piling her plate high. She was famished! At the end of the line was a big beverage tray, but it had only one option. She picked up a plastic bottle with some kind of thick blue liquid in it, and looked at it quizzically.
“It's a protein and vitamin mixture,” Dr. Swell offered, “We want to ensure our patient's health, so we don't serve any sodas or sugary drinks here. In fact, having at least one of these shakes every day is required to make sure you're getting all the vitamins you need.”
Tori took one of the blue shakes, unaware that Dr. Swell's story was a complete fabrication. The NewYou Clinic ran a little side business in sperm donation. They advertised widely under the guise of fertility research, and paid twice as much as any sperm bank. This, of course, resulted in a near-endless supply of fresh cum. The shakes were mixed with a blue die, but were essentially just a big bottle of semen.
Dr. Swell took Tori to a table by themselves and set her tray down. Hungrily, she dived in to her meal as Tori did the same. The poor teen was so hungry, and the food was delicious. She washed it down with her shake, which tasted a little salty and tangy, but was really quite good. She thought that she could come to like it. Dr. Swell hid a little smile as she watched Tori guzzle down a pint of sperm that probably came from twenty different men.
“So,” Dr. Swell said, “you won't actually start therapy sessions until tomorrow. Today we're going to assign you to a coordinator who will go through and get you oriented. She'll get you your schedule, introduce you to your counselors, and make sure you know where to go,”
“Okay,” Tori agreed. She's started to feel a little better now that she wasn't so hungry.
Tori cleaned her entire plate and felt great. Dr. Swell sat patiently as she finished, then they took their dishes up to the counter together. The cafeteria had begun to empty out as other patients drifted off to finish out their free hour, but a few girls were still hanging around.
“I'd like to introduce you to some of the other girls,” Dr. Swell said.
She took her first to a girl with jet black hair. She was thin and wispy, pretty, with icy blue eyes. She had earbuds in her ears and was drawing in a sketchpad. When she saw them approaching, she pulled out her earbuds and looked at them curiously.
“Tori, this is Lindsey,” Dr. Swell said, “Lindsey's been with us for about a month now. Lindsey, this is Tori Hamlin. She came in yesterday,”
Lindsey got up from her chair and gave Tori a big hug. Her tiny breasts pressed against Tori's larger ones, and she could feel the other girl's hard nipples under her scrubs. Apparently, she didn't have any underwear, either.
“Hi, Tori,” the thin girl said quietly, “It's nice to meet you.” She gave Tori a little peck on the cheek.
“Um, it's nice to meet you, too,” she replied.
“Lindsey also came to us from a troubled background with drugs, but her progress here has been great,” Dr. Swell beamed, “I'm sure you two will get along great.”
Lindsey put her earbuds back in and waved goodbye as Dr. Swell led Tori away to another table that was occupied by two girls who were giggling with each other. Their conversation stopped as Tori and Dr. Swell approached.
“Tori, this is Harmony,” Dr. Swell indicated a buxom redhead with huge breasts and freckles dotting her gorgeous face, “and this is Valerie,” the other girl was a black-haired with striking features and deep brown eyes, “Girls, this is our newest patient, Tori Hamlin,”
Valerie just nodded to her, but Harmony stood up and embraced Tori, rubbing her big tits against her. She planted her lips firmly against Tori's, and slid her hands onto Tori's ass. Shocked, Tori didn't move as the other girl kissed her. Dr. Swell cleared her throat, and Harmony broke away from Tori, putting her lips to her ear, and telling her how pretty she was.
“Harmony, don't scare her,” Dr. Swell scolded the busty girl, “Tori, you'll have to forgive Harmony. She's one of our more...friendly patients,”
Harmony looked hurt, and told her, “I have this thing for girls,” she giggled, “I'm not a lesbo or anything, I just like how they kiss,”
Valerie snickered, but didn't say anything. Her eyes danced with foul humor.
“It's, um, nice to meet you,” Tori squeaked.
“Awww,” Harmony cooed, “Isn't she a doll, Val?”
“Whatever,” the girl said dismissively.
“I'll see you girls later,” Dr. Swell said.
“Bye cutie,” Harmony said. Valerie ignored her.
Dr. Swell led her out of the cafeteria and back to her room. As they approached, a tall young woman in a white smock met them outside of Tori's door. She was very pretty, as all the women here tended to be, with short sandy blonde hair and soft, pale blue eyes. Dr. Swell introduced her as Amanda, Tori's coordinator. She shook Tori's hand.
“Well, I have work to do,” Dr. Swell said, “I'll leave you two to go about your business. Tori, I'll see you for your exam tomorrow morning.”
Tori blushed, hoping the exam would go better than her first one. Dr. Swell walked away, and Amanda opened Tori's door, gesturing her inside. Amanda set a small briefcase down on Tori's desk, and began to remove some items. First was a little binder, and then a laminated map of the facility. Next came a pair of earbuds with what looked like a little music player, similar to her iPod at home. The final item was what looked like some kind of hairnet, but it had little white pads and wires all over it. Tori had no idea what it was. Amanda first picked up the binder and handed it to Tori.
“Tori, I'll be your coordinator while you're here. That means I'll help you get oriented to your therapy sessions, help you set up anything on your computer that you need, and be your point of contact if you have any questions. You see the little blue button on your watch? If you hold that for three seconds it'll page me, in case you need some help, okay?”
“First things first. That binder has your schedule laid out for remainder of the month. You'll get a new one next month. It will tell you what room you need to be in for all your sessions, the times, and the doctors who will be treating you. It also contains a copy of the facility rules and guidelines, which I'll need you to read and sign by the end of the day,” she handed Tori the map, “this is a map of the facility, in case you need help getting around,” next came the music player, “I'm guessing you've used an iPod before,” Tori nodded, “Same thing. We're going to load this up with some soothing music for you, and some specially constructed audio programs to help you reinforce good social behaviors, and dismiss negative ones,”
“Like hypnosis?” Tori asked, a little afraid.
Amanda laughed, “No, not quite like that. It's more like brain training. Did you ever study really hard for a test by reading the same thing over and over again until it stuck?”
Tori nodded. She had, many times.
“It's like that, only you're hearing instead of reading. It's based on years of psychological research, and it's been proven to help break bad habits and addictions,”
“Now this,” she picked up the weird hairnet things, “is a neural mapping device. I know it looks crazy,” she laughed, “but it's not going to melt your brain or anything,” she turned on Tori's computer, “what we're going to do is put this on you, and run a program on the computer. All you have to do is just repeat the words you see on the screen. The map will monitor different areas of your brain, mapping the electrical impulses. This will allow your doctors to identify different areas of your psyche that are like trouble spots. All of us give in to certain impulses, and those impulses come from different parts of our brain. If we can identify where the impulses for your addictions come from, then it gives us a better idea of how to treat them,”
Tori supposed that made sense. If it was based on years of research, and the clinic had such a great reputation, then they must know what they were doing.
“Okay,” she agreed.
Amanda turned to the computer and pulled up an application.
“Once you get started you'll go for thirty minute intervals. The computer will pause the program every half hour for you to take a break. The entire process will run about two hours. When you're ready to start the next segment, just click the 'start' button there, okay?”
“Are you ready to get started?”
“I guess so.”
She sat down in the chair in front of her computer, and Amanda placed the weird contraption on her head, fitting it snugly.
“I'll be back to check on you from time to time, but if you need any help, remember to just hold the blue button on your watch for three seconds and it will page me, okay?”
“No, I think I'm okay.”
Amanda nodded and walked out of the room. Tori thought this all seemed a little ridiculous, but then didn't really have any choice. She had to do what they said if she wanted to get out early. Resigning herself to it, she clicked the start button and the program began. Words started to pop up on the screen and, as instructed, she repeated them out loud.
The words didn't seem to have any kind of pattern to them, and seemed completely random. She found herself bored after the first session, and decided she didn't need a break. She just wanted to get through it, so she went a full hour before she had to pee. She then went through the second hour without a break. Amanda appeared a few minutes before she finished the last session.
“All done,” she said, as session four completed, “Nice job, Tori. Most of the girls get so bored they tend to take longer breaks,”
“I like to get things done,” Tori said. It had felt good to finish faster than most of the girls. That was what she was used to.
“You've got two free hours starting in about ten minutes, so you're welcome to do whatever you'd like. I'll need you to meet me back here promptly at 2:00, though. I'll show you around to where you'll meet for your therapy sessions, and introduce you to the therapists.”
“Okay,” Tori agreed. With a smile, Amanda left her in her room.
Now that she was no longer occupied with the program, she wasn't sure how to fill her time. With her mind free, she realized that her little pussy was aching for attention again, but she was determined not to get herself off like a little slut again. She needed to do something to take her mind off it. Maybe she could go to the workout room. It would probably feel good to get some time in the gym. She'd been neglecting it the last week with everything that had been going on. Carefully, she opened her door and poked her head out. She was still scared of running into anyone, and going out by herself, but she'd have to overcome that fear some time.
She stepped outside into the hall, and didn't drop dead, so she took that as a good first step. She retraced her steps from earlier in the day, went down the hallway, and passed the common room. The free period had attracted a lot of girls to the room, and she quickly hurried past it. She walked down the next hall and found the gym. It looked deserted, which suited her just fine.
A variety of workout equipment was spread across the large room. She couldn't decide what to do first. She walked around looking at the machines. She passed several weight machines, some ellipticals, and in the back found some treadmills. Now running, that was something she could do. She checked out one of the machines, fiddled with the controls, and started at a walk. The program gradually increased the speed of the treadmill, and soon enough she lost herself in the run. Before she knew it she was sweating, and it felt good.
Her feet pounded the treadmill, the repetition familiar. She could easily imagine that she was back at school, taking time in the gym to work on her cardio. This was right. This was who she was. She was a track star! She was gold medal material! The program slowly decreased her speed, and after a few minutes she was jogging, and then back to a walk.
Her legs were burning, but it was a welcome feeling. This was exactly what she needed to pour out her frustration at the unfairness of it all. When the machine came to a stop, she was panting and covered in sweat. Her long blonde hair was soaked, and her chest heaved from the exertion. She stepped off the treadmill, and when she turned around, she almost ran right into Harmony, who was watching her with a friendly grin.
“Oh,” she exclaimed, “I, uh, I didn't see you there, Harmony,”
The busty redhead came up close to her, and she could smell her shampoo.
“Don't mind me, honey,” she said, “I was just admiring. You really put in a good run,”
How long had she been there, Tori wondered.
“Um, thanks. I run track at school,”
The pretty redhead got a little closer. Tori tried to back away, but she bumped up against the treadmill. Harmony inhaled Tori's scent, the smell of her sweat intoxicating.
“Mmmm,” Harmony purred, “I love the smell of a pretty, sweaty girl,” she said softly, and licked Tori's lips, tasting her sweat.
Tori gasped, but before she could react, Harmony was kissing her again, and it felt nice. The feelings she had been ignoring in her pussy suddenly flooded her mind, and she found herself pushing her tongue into the other girl's mouth. Her brain was telling her that something wasn't right, but her body wouldn't listen. Harmony moaned into her mouth, and her hand came up to massage Tori's breast through her scrubs. Her nipples hardened at the other girl's touch. Harmony's other hand cupped Tori's hot pussy through her pants. The contact was enough to snap her out of her daze, and she pulled her mouth away.
“Harmony,” she squeaked, “I...”
“You're so pretty, baby,” the redhead said, her hand rubbing Tori's crotch, “and you smell so nice,”
“Please, don't,” Tori whispered.
“It feels good, doesn't it,”
Tori groaned as Harmony's hand rubbed the fabric of her pants across her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Tori started to quiver. She knew it was wrong, but the feelings in her pussy were so strong. She was going to cum right there if Harmony didn't stop, and she wasn't stopping. She was kissing Tori again, rubbing her big tits against her body. Tori groaned in the busty girl's mouth and her legs began to get shaky. She couldn't stop it. She broke their kiss, and with a strangled cry she began to orgasm as the redhead squealed with delight.
“That's it, baby,” she hissed, “let me see you cum! Mmmm, that's so hot! Oh my god, so hot!”
Tori slumped against Harmony as her orgasm rippled through her body. Her head spun with pleasure. Harmony held her up as Tori started to come down from her sexual high. The crotch of her pants were soaked where her pussy had poured out her orgasm, and as she came to her senses she realized that Harmony was licking the sweat from her neck. The intimacy sent more shivers of pleasure down her spine, but the guilt had begun to set in. She'd let a strange girl kiss her and feel her pussy! Worst of all, she'd liked it, and had a huge orgasm! She wanted to cry, but struggled to hold it in. She didn't want to cry in front of the other girl.
“That was so sexy, baby,” Harmony said, “You're a little firecracker!”
Tori was so embarrassed. She pulled herself away and ran out of the gym without a word. Through a haze of tears she ran down the hallway, past the common room filled with people, and ran into her room. She was shaking all over as she threw herself onto her bed. She couldn't believe what had just happened! She'd kissed a girl, and she'd liked it. She'd cum on another girl's hand, and it had been wonderful. It was just like when she'd cum for her sister. Stephanie had told her she had a slutty pussy that day, and that she needed it. Maybe Stephanie had been right after all. Maybe she did have a slutty pussy. She certainly had no control over it. Even now she was horny!
Despite the feelings of guilt at what she'd done, she shoved her hands down her pants and began to finger herself until her brain exploded into another orgasm. The lingering smell of Harmony in her nostrils made her cry out and thrash about on her bed as she squealed in delight. Her pelvis humped up and down on the bed. Her pussy went off like a rocket as her fingers squished in and out of it. She was a mess of sweat, her head swimming with the afterglow of her orgasm. She pulled her fingers from her snatch and brought them to her mouth, sucking her fuck honey off them. That's what Stephanie had called it. Fuck honey. She'd told her to clean up her fuck honey off her fingers, and Tori had done it happily. She was so confused.
Her head finally started to clear, and her surroundings came back to her. She had no idea how long she'd been laying here playing with herself. The beeping of her watch made her jump in alarm. She looked at it, and time read 1:45. Amanda would be coming in 15 minutes. She had to clean herself up. She couldn't allow the woman to see her like this, smelling like sweat and pussy. She quickly ran into the bathroom and started the shower.
She was cleaned in record time. While she showered, she could feel her pussy coming back to life again, but she repressed the juicy feeling between her legs. This was ridiculous! She had to get control. She had to fight it! She put on a new set of fresh scrubs, two minutes before Amanda was due to come back. She was toweling off her hair as her coordinator knocked on the door. Tori let her in, and saw a curious look on the woman's face as she sniffed at the air.
“I went to work out,” Tori explained, hoping that the smell of her sweat covered the smell of her sex.
“Oh, good,” Amanda said happily, “I'm sure that felt great!”
“Yeah,” Tori agreed, not wanting to share exactly how great it really felt.
“Well then. Are you ready for the grand tour?”
“Sure,” Tori agreed, tossing the towel on the bed.
Amanda led her out of the room. Tori tried to stay slightly behind the woman, using her as cover. She couldn't bear to look at anyone for fear that they'd know what had happened in the gym.
“Tori,” Amanda said, “Is something wrong?”
“Huh? Oh, no. It's just, I'm a little scared. This is all so new,”
Tori tried to return her smile. Amanda took her down a hall she'd not yet been down, explaining that these were the therapy offices. Some of them were for groups, others for one-on-one sessions. They stopped in front of a brown, wooden door with a nameplate that read, “Dr. Travers,” which Amanda knocked on. The door was opened by a skinny, older man in a tweed suit. He had a pair of spectacles perched on his beakish nose, behind which a pair of tired, but friendly eyes studied the two women.
“Come in, Amanda,” he said warmly, “and you must be Tori,” he extended his hand.
Tori shook it and nodded her head. Travers went to his desk and picked up a sucker, handing it to Tori.
“Have a sucker,” he said happily, “when I ran my own practice, all the children loved to get a sucker,” he laughed merrily.
“Thanks,” Tori said, unwrapping the sucker and putting it in her mouth. It tasted of grape, and was coated with a special chemical blend of Dr. Swell's, which would help Tori develop an oral fixation.
“So,” Travers said, “Have a seat.”
Tori and Amanda sat down on a plush couch opposite the doctor.
“You're my newest patient, then?” he asked, picking up a file, “Now, we don't judge here, Tori. All of us are human, and as such we all make mistakes, and sometime bad choices. Our job isn't to tell you you're a bad person because you have an addiction. We're only here to help you get back on your feet, so that you can go home, okay?”
“Okay,” she agreed.
“I want you to know that you can be open with me. What is said in this office is strictly between the two of us, and will always remain confidential,”
“Looking at your file, I can see that you got yourself into a little trouble with some drugs,”
“I guess so,”
“Many of our girls have done the same, dear. It's perfectly natural to want to experiment when you're young. Sometimes, people just go a little too far. Now, I also see that you've had some issues with chronic masturbation?”
Tori blushed deeply. She couldn't believe he knew. She wanted to die.
“Tori,” he said very softly, “It's alright. Masturbation is a perfectly natural thing for anyone to do. Just like drugs, though, sometimes it gets out of hand, no pun intended,” he chuckled, “Now, is it true that you masturbate?”
She nodded her head carefully, humiliated. If he knew that she had, in fact, just finished masturbating, he'd probably feel differently.
“How often, would you say, that you masturbate?”
“Do I really have to do this,” she said, looking at Amanda with wide, frightened eyes.
“Yes, dear,” she said, “this is all part of the court order. You'll have to cooperate, if you want a good report,”
Tori did want a good report, more than anything. She wanted to get out of this place. She wanted to get away from the doctors, and the exams, and from Harmony, and the questions.
“I don't really know,” she said, “I didn't used to, but lately it's been a lot,”
“How do you define, a lot?”
“Maybe five or six times a day on some days?”
Travers nodded, but didn't comment. He made a little note on his chart. Tori noticed that she had devoured the entire sucker at some point in the conversation, and was sucking on the empty stick.
“May I have another sucker?” she asked shyly.
The first morning without Tori in the house was an uncomfortable one, especially for John and Melanie. They tried to go through their regular morning routine for a Saturday. Melanie made a great breakfast, and John browsed the news and financials, but with only Mike and Stephanie at the table this morning, nothing seemed quite right.
Mike was quite surprised at how much he missed having Tori around the house. Sure, she was a bitch, stuck up and thought the world revolved around her, but with her out of the picture for now he began to notice just how much her personality counterbalanced Stephanie's more extreme behavior. Tori was like the anchor to sanity, where Stephanie was definitely the storm. He still couldn't quite believe the shit Tori had gotten into, though.
If there was anything he'd imagined Tori never doing, it was drugs. The evidence was overwhelming, though, and her erratic behavior lately was what sealed it for him. Obviously, she had wanted to try something out, and gotten carried away. He was glad that she was getting help. Who knew. Maybe the counseling would help her not be such a bitch.
As his mother bent over the stove in her usual sexy getup, Mike's mind drifted away from Tori, and fixated on his mother's amazing ass. Melanie, despite her mixed up feelings, was a sexual creature. It was just who she was, and there was no stopping her showing off. This morning she wore a blue lace teddy, that left both globes of her shapely behind on display, with a tiny thong running through her crack. Her legs were garbed in slinky blue matching stockings. Her horny son had to fight not to drool on the table, or make it too noticeable that he was checking her out. His dad was such a lucky bastard, to have a woman that dressed like that for bed every night.
John, partially engrossed in his tablet, was very much aware of the way his son was checking Melanie out. He couldn't blame him a bit, and he had to admit that ever since Mike had witnessed his wife sucking up cum in the kitchen, the thought of her seducing his boy was something that had made his dick hard every time he thought about it. It wouldn't be the first time Melanie had taken another cock into her gorgeous body.
They were quite the wild pair when they were younger, and the sight of his stunning wife getting impaled on another man's hard shaft was one that he'd witnessed, and enjoyed, many times. It had been a while, but ever since his little tryst with Stephanie by the pool, his fantasies had been running a little wild.
John also eyed up his busty daughter, who was smiling to herself as she stared at her phone. Every now and again, her foot would brush up against his leg, and he was sure it was no accident. She never looked at him when it happened, but that sexy little smile never left her lips. Ever since he'd eaten her perfect teen pussy, he'd been conflicted, but he'd put a few plans in motion and thought that they would take things in the right direction.
It was very obvious, now, that Stephanie wanted to fuck him. His own daughter wanted her daddy to take her cherry, and she wanted it bad. With all that had happened recently with Tori, she'd been respectful enough not to push the issue, and even acted as though nothing had happened. But every time she saw him, he could see an uncontrollable lust in her eyes, like she was going to rip off his pants, and didn't give a damn who saw it. There was an undeniable tension between them, and it was a situation that would have to be dealt with soon, or it would only smolder.
For her part, Melanie had even played up the fantasy, ever since she'd seen the video of her husband bringing their daughter off with his tongue. The very same night, she'd made him fuck her from behind, and moaned about how much she loved her daddy's big cock in her little cunt. When he ate her pussy, she taunted him, asking if it was as yummy as Stephanie's.
It was pretty apparent that she wanted him to fuck their daughter, and when she heard about his ideas, she was firmly on-board When she'd admitted that she'd made Stephanie lick her pussy in the kitchen, he about blew his load in his pants. It seemed like his whole family had gone through an abrupt sexual awakening over the course of a weekend, and he wasn't sure whether to be delighted, or terrified, but he was leaning toward the former.
It wasn't just their daughter that Melanie was fantasizing about either. Just this morning she'd sucked him off in the shower and told him to shoot his big load on mommy's face. Picturing his son's dick exploding all over his hot mother had made him erupt, and he'd done just that. Melanie was also dressing even more scandalously around the house, as evidenced by her outfit this morning. She always showed off, comfortable around her own home, but she'd certainly turned it up a couple of notches recently. Even he was surprised at just how much ass she was showing.
Yup. He couldn't blame his son for looking. He was tempted to just bend her over right there and shove his big prick up her asshole while his kids watched. He didn't, but the thought was making him hard. And his daughter rubbing her foot against his crotch right now wasn't helping.
And then there was Tori, the gaping hole in their life. His fatherly instinct made him feel guilty for trying to go on with life as it had been before Tori was...committed. But what else were they supposed to do? Their hands were completely tied.
He still had Stu running in circles looking at any and all possible options to get his daughter out as soon as possible, but the beleaguered attorney had burned a lot of favors just to do what he had, and John had been more than grateful. Melanie even offered to fuck and suck the life out of him for his hard work, just like old times. He was a married man, though, and politely declined, though with a stiff dick at the thought.
And so, the Hamlin family tried their best to move on with their lives, knowing that Tori wasn't gone forever. She was just away, like the time she and Stephanie had gone on their school trip to Washington for a week. Only, in Washington she'd not undergone any kind of anal probe, or pissed herself.
Stephanie was, perhaps, the only one of the family that was on cloud nine. Tori was out of her life for three whole months. She had her sister's tiny-dicked boyfriend firmly under her thumb. In an hour she would be attending an interview for the modeling ad, having submitted an application and her portfolio earlier in the week.
The agency had called her only hours later to ask her to come in. On top of it all, it was summer break, and her friends were texting her non-stop about all the parties that were going down this weekend. If there was one wrinkle in the demented hottie's life right now, it was that her daddy hadn't fucked her yet. Granted she hadn't really tried to push it too much, with everything that had happened lately, but it still irked her.
How could he ravish her hungry little pussy with his tongue so well, and then just leave it at that? And then for her mother to make her submit to eating her cunt, while super hot and unexpected, then also ignore what had happened, was just unfair. Even her brother, who could always be counted on to feed her his delicious sperm, had been standoffish lately.
With the way he was ogling their mother's backside right now, she was pretty sure she knew the reason, too. Mike had always had the hots for his mom, and who could blame him? Hell, Stephanie wanted to fuck her mom almost as bad as she did her daddy. What right did that give him to deny her needs, though? She'd had to turn to Tim's little penis to get a taste of cum, and he only shot maybe a tenth the amount of cum that Mike's big balls held.
She was just frustrated. Her pussy was constantly aching to be filled, and her desire for hot, slippery, ball cream was endless. She needed her daddy to fuck her, and soon, otherwise she wasn't sure if she could keep her cherry any longer. Eighteen years was way too long, in her opinion.
Melanie was also in turmoil. Her heart was breaking at the thought of Tori locked away in that clinic. It was obvious that she needed help, but as her mother she felt awful that she hadn't noticed the signs of what Tori was up to. She just never expected her children to get involved in something like drugs. Especially not Tori. Tori had always been the responsible one. Where Stephanie took risks, Tori was there to pull her back from the brink and talk sense into her. Where Stephanie was temperamental, Tori was levelheaded and logical. Maybe, though, that was just the problem. Maybe they had pushed Tori's success too hard, and she had rebelled. After all, the twins did share a lot of personality traits.
The clinic hadn't seemed a bad place, though. At least there were no padded rooms, or people in straight jackets. There were no electroshock treatments or torture going on. In fact, it had seemed like a really great place where Tori would get the help she needed. Melanie was just sad that she couldn't be there to help her daughter through it. The rest of the family felt the same way, she knew, but life had to go on.
She finished up the food and started loading up plates, first setting out her husband's, then Stephanie's. She leaned over the table to set Mike's in front of him, making sure to give him a good view of her tits as she did so. Ever since John had told her about Mike watching them, she'd been unusually horny. And that was saying something.
Melanie's sex drive worked in high gear at all times, but since the events of last weekend, her oversexed pussy was even more needy than ever. She also felt a little guilty that she had made Stephanie suck her pussy off, and then had essentially ignored her daughter ever since. The poor teenager was probably confused about the mixed signals, especially after both her parents had used her body in the same day, and then never followed up with even a word about it.
If Stephanie was upset about it, though, she didn't show it. She was likely just as concerned about her sister as they all were, but Melanie owed it to her to at least have a real conversation about what had happened. She knew John felt the same way. She looked forward to the talk they were going to have, once Stephanie was home from her interview. The interview was something she was particularly proud of. She was overjoyed that Stephanie was making things happen for herself, and the modeling gig was right up her little showoff daughter's alley.
The whole family seemed to ogle her tits as she served up breakfast, and all those pairs of eyes made her more aroused. Mike looked like he wanted to shove them in his mouth, it was hanging so far open. Melanie caught his eye, and he looked away ashamed, but she only smiled and let him look. She returned to the counter and picked up another plate, brought it back.
“Sausage, anyone?” she said teasingly, but looked at Mike.
“I don't think I can handle that much meat, mom,” he quipped, “There's so much here already,”
“Oh, well if you can't, I'm sure your sister and I can handle some sausage, right Stephie?”
Stephanie smiled, “Sure mom. I'll take all the sausage you can feed me,” She looked pointedly at her dad, who looked back down at his tablet.
Melanie plunked a sausage link onto Stephanie's plate, and then her own. The air was heavy now with sexual tension. Melanie glanced periodically at Mike, Stephanie at her father, but no one said anything. It seemed as though the slightest innuendo could cause the table to explode into a full-blown orgy, but no one wanted to be the one to let all their secrets out first. Mike, after all, had no idea that Stephanie had been shared between her parents, while her parents had no idea that Stephanie had been letting Mike fuck her wet teen mouth for some time now. Stephanie, likewise, had no idea Mike had witnessed his mother acting like a cum hungry slut.
The atmosphere was broken by the alarm on Stephanie's phone chiming. Everyone at the table jumped in their seats and looked away from each other. Stephanie looked down and dismissed her calendar reminder.
“Oh, looks like I'm finished,” she cried, “Gotta get going. Someone has to pay the bills around here,” she said, looking smug, “You can all thank me later.”
She went around the table and gave her mother a peck on the head, Mike one on the cheek, and then in front of everyone, planted a quick kiss on her father's lips. She kept it very modest, and then ran out of the room. John looked a little dazed, while Melanie only smiled at him. Mike just dug into his food. With a sigh, John set his tablet aside and picked up his empty plate, bringing it to the sink. He gave Melanie a very big, sloppy kiss, and squeezed her tit right in front of Mike.
“I gotta catch up on some work.” he said, and left the room.
Mike and his mother were left alone at the table. He swallowed hard. He was almost certain that his mom had been teasing him lately. Had his dad told her what he'd seen? Had she liked the fact that he'd watched? Why was he so damn nervous around his own mom? Melanie looked across the table at him.
“What are your plans for the day, mister?”
“Work later, maybe hit the books for the summer courses,” he said, “You know me, the dutiful and studious son!”
Melanie laughed, “Oh, did I have one of those? He must have gotten lost somewhere along the way,”
Mike grinned, and pushed his empty plate aside. Melanie's face became more serious.
“You know that we love you kids more than anything, right?” she asked
“Yeah, of course, mom. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, honey. It's just, you guys grew up so fast, and you're all adults now. Your sisters are beautiful women. My son's a hunk! I just wonder where all the time went. I don't feel like I see enough of you, and I just want to know that you're okay. That there's nothing you need...from me?” she cocked her head.
“I'm...everything's good, mom,”
“It seems like if you're not at work, you're always down in that mancave of yours. I haven't seen you out with your friends a lot since starting college, or seen you bringing any girls around. I'd think they'd be lining up around the block to get a piece of that!”
“Ha! Well, I'm in a little bit of a dry spell, I guess,” he ran his hand nervously through his thick brown hair, “I guess I have my eye on a couple, but maybe I'm not sure how to approach them?”
Now her curiosity was piqued and her eyes brightened, “Oh, well, then you've come to the right place. See, your mother knows a thing or two about what a woman wants. Why don't you tell me a little bit about these two vixens you're trying to decide on, and maybe I can help,”
“I don't know,” he said, “but I'm willing to try,”
“Go for it!”
“Okay, well, they're both gorgeous,” he said, “one is a couple years younger than me, and the other is a little older,”
“Hmm. How much older?”
“Oh, I'd say around your age,” he replied hesitantly.
“Oh, really? So, my boy is a milf hunter?”
“Ha! I guess, if you put it that way,”
“Okay, tell me more,”
“The younger one is a real tease, very sensual, but she's saving herself. We've had some fun in the past, but I don't know if I can hold out. This seems weird to be talking with you about,” he grimaced.
“Honey,” Melanie said, “In case you haven't noticed, your father and I have never really been shy about sex. You were our first child, after all, and we got started young. I know that a young man your age has certain...needs, and we're both okay with that. We just want you to be safe about it, and make sure you're doing things with someone that cares about you,” She wasn't sure if he picked up on that little hint, but went on, “So, what about the other one? The milf?” she giggled as she said it.
“Well, she...I don't know how to put this. I don't even think she knows that I'm really attracted to her. I don't really know, myself, how I feel about it. With her, I know that there could never really be any kind of future, because she has someone in her life. But, whenever I see her, I'm just overcome with a passion that I can't ever remember feeling before. Maybe that sounds stupid,”
Melanie reached across and touched his hand, her cleavage on full view as she leaned across the table.
“What you have to understand, my dear, about older women is that we've gone through more. We're, most of the time, sure of what we want. We're more confident. We're not always out looking for love. Sometimes, we have urges that need to be satisfied, too, and it's not uncommon to find a handsome young man that can...help with those urges,” she smiled at him, clenching his hand a little harder, “What we like more than anything, though, is a man that knows what he wants, too. Someone that isn't afraid to show us how he feels or to take what he wants. In fact, we often can't make the first move, and need that strong man to show us how to surrender. My advice would be to just tell this woman how you feel, and if she rebukes you, then what have you really lost?”
Mike seemed to consider it very deeply, holding onto her hand. She could feel little beads of sweat pop up in his palm. His hand shook a little bit. She stared across the table at him, waiting for his response.
“Honey,” she whispered, “tell me what you're thinking,”
“I...last week, before all this shit with Tori...I saw...well, I saw something. I saw something that I haven't been able to stop thinking about, and it's driving me crazy,”
“What did you see,” she asked, knowing full well what had been on his mind.
“It's okay, baby, I know. You can say it,” she admitted.
Mike looked stunned for a moment, his mouth falling open. She nodded for him to say it.
“I saw...you...and...dad. I saw you...”
“You saw me well-fucked, licking up a cum load like a total slut, didn't you?”
And there it was, out in the open.
Mike grinned. His hand was shaking even more than before. His mouth was dry, his heart pounding.
“Yes,” he said quietly.
“And it turned you on, didn't it?”
“Would it surprise you to know that...it turned me on, too, when he told me that you saw?”
Mike released a breath that he didn't even know he'd been holding. He could scarcely believe what she'd said. She wasn't upset. Just the opposite. She'd liked it.
“Are you serious? You don't think I'm a freak?”
Melanie crawled over the table, until her face was inches from his. Her deep blue eyes were something to get lost in. Her perfect tits were right there. Mike froze.
“Only as much of a freak as the rest of this family,” she hissed, “Do you know what I've been thinking about, since your father told me?”
“No,” he squeaked. This couldn't really be happening. Any moment he was going to wake up in his bed, and find that he'd cum in his pants.
“I've been thinking about how if would feel if my son, my handsome, young, studly son, were to push his needy cock into me,”
She brushed her lips against his. Mike groaned, and almost fell out of his chair. This was definitely not real. There was no way. But Melanie's breath was hot in his mouth, her lips wet and welcoming. If this was a dream, then he'd be a fool not to let it run its course before he woke up.
“But, what about, dad?” he asked, his tone hushed, conspiratorial.
“Your father and I have had this conversation already, and do you want to know what else?”
“His huge cock got so hard at the idea, that he almost came in his pants,” she said, and pushed her lips against his again. It felt so dirty to say and do these things with her son. It was so nasty, and so wrong, but so incredibly hot, “If we're going to make it through everything going on, our family has to be honest with each other, and this is the truth, honey. It's wrong, and it's nasty. It's perverted, filthy, and depraved. The way you look at my body, and the things that I think about you doing to it, they have no place in polite society,” her hand snaked its way down to his shorts, and felt his big bulge straining to get free, “and that's why it makes me so fucking hot!”
“Oh shit,” Mike moaned as his mother's manicured nails brushed his thick meat through his shorts, “that's why it turns me on, too,”
“Mmmm, then I guess you inherited that from your parents,”
“Mom, there's something else,” he said. He couldn't believe he was about to tell her, “something else you should know. Since we're being honest, and all,”
“Tell me, baby,” she said softly, and kissed him again.
“The other girl I told you about...It's...It's Stephie,” he blurted.
Melanie couldn't have looked more shocked. It was like she'd been slapped. She shouldn't have been surprised, really, but she was. Mike had the hots for his sister, too? How fucked up was her family?
“We've never gone all the way, but she's sucked my cock, a lot,”
As his admission sunk in, Melanie found that she wasn't upset at all. In fact, this new knowledge sent a big shiver right down to her already soaking pussy.
“Oh, God. Stephanie's sucked your cock?” She absentmindedly began to stroke his hardon.
“Well, sort of. She doesn't really like to suck it,” he admitted, “she likes to be forced to do it,”
“Really? Oh, honey, now this is just too good,” She grinned devilishly, “do tell me more about our hot little Stephie. Did you know that her father ate her pussy last week, and that she came all over his face?”
Mike gasped in surprise, “You're kidding,” he said, “I never thought...”
“What is it?”
“Well, remember I said that she was saving herself?”
“Mmhmm,” Melanie pulled his shorts up, letting his big dick free. She wrapped her hand around it.
“Oh, shit, mom. That's so good,”
“Tell me,” she whispered.
“I tried to get her to fuck me, but she says that she won't until dad pops her cherry!”
Just the thought of it, Stephanie seducing her brother, then denying him her sex until her own father took her virginity, the sheer unadulterated, twisted reality of what was going on in her home gave Melanie a mini orgasm right there on the table. She gripped Mike's cock firmly, and put her head down as her hips rocked up and down. Mike watched her perfect ass bounce, and felt the heat of her firm grip on his meat.
“Honey, that's so...it's so hot! Oh my God!”
Mike couldn't take it. His big dick was throbbing so hard that he was no longer rational. He stood up, knocking his chair onto the floor, and pulled his shorts down in one swift motion. His swinging, bulging prick was right in Melanie's face. It was the first time she'd seen it in years, and she was giddy when she saw that he was definitely his father's son.
He wasn't quite as large, but he was no slouch. It had to be close to ten inches, and as thick as her wrist. She gaped in awe, and never pulled away as he aimed it right at her mouth and thrust forward. She felt the hot, mushroom head slide between her lips, glide over her tongue, and push into her throat. Within the blink of an eye, she had more than half of her son's giant meatpole throbbing in her mouth.
She moaned around it happily, and began to work her tongue across the underside. Mike put his hand on the back of her head and encouraged her to suck him. Melanie was so turned on by the lewdness of it, the fact that she was milking her own son's fat penis with her mouth on the kitchen table. She bobbed her head up and down his shaft, looking up into his eyes as she worshiped his giant manhood. She made little mewling noises while she nursed on the head, then sunk the length back down her throat. It had taken her years of practicing on John's even bigger dick, but Melanie was a deepthroat master now. Mike's cock was no challenge compared to John's.
“Holy fuck, mom,” he groaned, “You took it all! Oh, shit, fuck!”
Melanie continued to gobble up his cock, giving up her control as her son began to fuck her mouth eagerly. When he pulled out, she gripped his cock before he could sink it back in.
“My arms are tired,” she said, “let me lay on my back so you can fuck my face,”
Strings of saliva hung from her lips, her eyes were wild with lust. He'd never seen his mother this way. She flipped onto her back, lay her head over the side of the table and opened her mouth in invitation. Mike was so far gone that he never hesitated. He slowly pushed his dick back into Melanie's mouth and fed it back out, then back in, picking up speed.
Her face became a mess of saliva as he used her throat. She was fingering her cunt with one hand, grabbing at her tits with the other. Mike pushed her hand off of her breast, and replaced it with his own. Using her perfect boobs as handholds, he pinched her nipples and pounded his big dick in and out of her mouth.
With her hand now free, she gripped his swollen balls, massaging them gently. She could feel the huge amount of potent sperm just aching to find release. Mike's pounding cock pulled free of her mouth, releasing another torrent of sloppy precum and slime, that oozed down her messy face. She panted for breath, but stopped him from putting it back in.
“Please,” she whispered, hoarse from his powerful use of her mouth, “I want to feel you cum inside me. Let me fuck that young cock!”
On wobbly legs she got off the table, pulling her skimpy teddy over her head, and using it to wipe the slop from her face. Mike lay on the kitchen floor, his big dong standing at full mast. Melanie stepped out of her wet panties, and kicked them aside. Completely nude, she stood over her eager son, so consumed with lust that she never thought about stopping.
She straddled him, knees on the floor to either side of his waist. His stiff cock bumped against her hungry cunt, sending a spasm of pleasure through her whole body. He cupped her tits as she pushed back against his hard organ. The head began to split open her inviting pussy, and she sucked in a sharp breath as her head fell back. He pulled at her nipples and groaned as she slid down his cock, taking each inch slowly.
Mike was in heaven. He hadn't been inside a wet pussy in over a year. He pumped his cock into his horny mother, making her shudder. Melanie's ass came to rest against his big balls, and her whole being sung with joy at being filled with so much cock. She was such a slut, she admitted to herself. She was a depraved fucktoy, and no amount of dick was too much to get shoved into her body. She had greedily impaled her cunt on her own son's manhood, and she loved every moment of it. She looked down on this handsome young man, the fruit of her own womb. Never had she imagined that he'd be inside her again, but his face screwed up with passion and lust showed her that he was all in.
Her heart fluttered in her chest. It hammered harder than she could ever recall. The taboo coupling had her so hot, out of control, an animal. She pressed her burning palms against his chest and began to ride his cock, up and down like a carnival ride. The most hideous and depraved carnival ride in the world. Mike grunted like a man possessed, and he was. He'd never had a pussy like this. He'd never felt something that gripped his big cock with so much warmth. It was as though it was made for his dick. It was perfect. His mother's pussy was perfect!
Melanie bounced up and down happily on him, shivering with mini orgasms as every downthrust rubbed her clit. She was lost in ecstasy. Her eyes were watering with tears, it felt so good. Through a haze of tears and stars, she saw John standing in the doorway, a little perverted smile on his face. He didn't say anything, but she knew he wasn't jealous. The big bulge in his pants showed her what he thought about the lewd fucking going on in his kitchen.
As he patiently stood and watched his son take her pussy, she came harder than ever before. This was so taboo, it crossed more lines than she ever had before. Melanie had been gangbanged, double penetrated, whored out for money just for the kick, but the incestuous fuck she was getting now topped it all. She was a filthy incest mommy. She was a dirty bitch letting her son rut her like a wild animal. She was pumping his dick with her overheated cunt right in front of her husband, and the delicious wickedness of it all was going to make her cum again!
Mike wasn't much better off. He was holding it back, trying to make this last as long as possible, but it was a losing fight against his mother's hungry pussy. She was bouncing on his dick like a wildcat, and no amount of self-control was going to help him hold the cum in his balls any longer. Her tight ass slapped down against his balls one last time, and Melanie began to quake and scream like a banshee. That was it. His nuts exploded! He began to empty a flood of semen into his mom, roaring like he was the kind of the mother fucking jungle.
“Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Melanie was saying, over and over.
Their combined orgasm seemed to go on forever until, finally, Melanie collapsed on his chest. Her hair was a matted mass of sweat, her face plastered with cum and saliva. Mike's load squelched around his still-hard shaft as he held it deep inside her. She was lost in a euphoria of stars and pleasure. Her whole body tingled, and she found herself giggling uncontrollably. Mike had his eyes shut, while his dick kept pumping little spurts of cum into her. He thought it would never end. He lay there in a haze, feeling Melanie's cunt sucking at his softening rod. And then he heard his father begin to clap and laugh. The poor boy turned white, noticing him for the first time.
*An Unexpected Gift*
Busty Stephanie was on a total high as she whipped her little convertible into the driveway. Not only had the interview gone well, it had landed her the job with little question. Prior modeling experience was not an issue, once the two talent recruiters had seen her stunning body, amazing good looks, and bubbly personality. She attributed her success, though, more to the former.
The recruiters had complimented her on some great photos, obviously done by someone who knew what they were doing. They gushed over her poolside shots, not only the bikini ones, but the more tasteful examples, as well. She was a natural in front of the camera, and the photos just oozed sex appeal. Lance, the male half of the recruiting team, told her that it was like she was trying to seduce the camera. Laura, the female half, told her how jealous she was that it came so naturally.
When asked if she could come in on Monday for some sample shots with their own photographers, she was delighted to say yes! Now, pulling back into her driveway, she imagined how excited her parents would be when they heard the news. She had beaten Tori to finding a job, one of the few firsts in her life. She was going to be the star, not that uppity cunt of a sister. They were going to gush over how beautiful she was, how successful, how she had made it all on her own. No more second place for Stephanie! She imagined Tori locked away in a tiny room crying by herself, and decided that life was fantastic.
Her only complaint was, of course, that she was so ridiculously horny and had no outlet. She was determined to fix that, and fast. The memory of her father's tongue making her little teen pussy cream all over would drive her to get his big dick into her pronto. She knew it could happen now. Her mother had as much as given her the go ahead while she fucked her slutbox against Stephanie's face.
The oversexed, psychotic teenager put her convertible in park in the side drive and shut it off. Her hands were shaky with excitement. With purpose, she strode into the house, all long legs and big tits. The house was quiet.
“Mom? Dad? Mike?” she called out, but no one answered.
She peeked into the living room. Nothing. Into the kitchen. Nothing. She checked the garage, and noted that her mother's car was gone, as was her father's. Mike's would be parked around the back, since he came and went out the rear basement door. She went to the stairs and stopped suddenly. What was this? A trail of rose pedals led up the steps. Curious, she followed them up, then down the hallway, and into her room. The trail stopped, but on her bed was a box.
Now, this was intriguing. She glanced around the room, but there were no clues. Carefully, she approached the bed and took the wrapped box in her hands. The paper was shiny and red, wrapped with a little bow. No tag. She pulled away the paper, and revealed a black box made of thick cardboard, not some shitty flimsy stuff. A wide red stripe ran from corner to corner, the middle broken by a gold heart.
She placed the box on her bed, and removed the lid. Tissue paper covered the contents, red like the wrapping. She pulled it out, and what lay inside took her breath away. A lingerie set lay inside, as well as two small black boxes. Jewelry boxes. First, a red, lace cami with a matching push-up bra. With it were a set of matching panties, sheer, tasteful, but naughty.
She picked up one of the boxes, and found a set of gold hoop earrings inside. She put it aside and picked up the other little box. When she propped the lid open, she almost came right there. Inside, sparkling gold, lay a little necklace with a charm that said, “Daddy's Girl,” the dot on the 'I' a tiny diamond.
“Holy fucking shit,” she whispered to herself.
She looked around her room, making sure this wasn't some kind of prank. The money that this stuff must have cost, though, would have been a really expensive prank. She followed the gift to its logical conclusion. Her daddy had made up his mind, and he wanted to fuck her. Her daddy was really going to fuck her. She could hardly breathe. She set the little box down carefully, and had to lay down on the bed. Her head was spinning with dirty thoughts. She was lost in a daydream when her phone buzzed, making her jump. She picked it up and looked at the text message.
6:00, dress classy. Dad.
What's going on?
Did you find your present?
Then don't ask questions.
Her pussy was tingling as she set down the phone. She had 6 hours to get ready. Dress classy? She couldn't think of much that she owned that was classy. Most of it was tease material, made for showing off her tits and ass. She would have to go shopping.
Tori awoke to the dinging of the alarm on her watch, and pulled her fingers from her pussy. She couldn't remember the dream she'd been having, but apparently it had made her finger herself in her sleep. She sighed at the empty feeling in her yearning cunt, and wondered if she had enough time to get off. Not if she wanted to shower and eat, she decided.
She pulled herself out of the comfy bed, and prepared for day 3 at the NewYou Clinic. Once she was in the shower, she lost control. The soap on her young breasts, and cleaning up her pussy felt amazing. In fact, it felt better than it ever had, like every nerve in her body was tingling with pleasure at the touch. She quickly found herself rubbing her clit until her brain exploded in orgasm, and she had to relax against the shower wall until she caught her breath.
Tori quickly toweled off, but the feel of the cloth against her body had her wishing she could fuck herself again. She couldn't recall ever feeling so turned on. When she pulled on her light blue scrubs, the touch of the fabric on her bare nipples was enough to keep her excited. If she weren't so hungry, she might have waved off breakfast and made herself cum before she met with Dr. Swell, but she had skipped dinner the night before.
She'd been afraid of seeing Harmony again, ashamed at the way that the pretty redhead had made her climax in the gym, while she pushed her tongue around in her mouth. But she couldn't avoid the cafeteria forever. She had to eat. She also craved one of the delicious vitamin shakes that Dr. Swell had introduced her to the day before.
Her hair still damp, Tori left her room and made her way to the cafeteria. It was busy this morning. About twenty girls, she guessed, were mingling around the room. Some by themselves with earbuds in their ears, while others sat in pairs or small groups. A few gave her some glances as she walked in, but for the most part they just ignored her.
She figured that many of them were like her, They wanted to do their time and go home. She wasn't very interested in making friends. As she went up to the serving line, Harmony spotted her. The busty redhead was, again, at a table with the black-haired girl from yesterday. Valerie. Her name was Valerie, and she was rude. Harmony smiled at Tori. She didn't seem like she was being unfriendly, and waved to her. Tori blushed and started to put food on her plate, making sure to grab one of the blue shakes at the end of the line.
She looked for somewhere to sit, but all of the tables and chairs were occupied by someone. She was scared to just pick a random person, and sit with them. As her eyes scanned the room, Harmony saw her uncertainty, and waved her over. Tori almost shook her head, no, but thought better of it.
She had three months here, hopefully less. She didn't need to make any enemies. She'd always been the popular girl at school, and tried to make friends with everyone. She could do the same here. She just wished she could stop thinking about her pussy, especially when she saw Harmony. Tori put on her best friendly smile and came to Harmony and Valerie's table.
As she set her tray down, she glanced at Valerie. The cute girl with the black hair was absorbed in a book, her earbuds stuffed in her ears.
“Um, Hi,” Tori said to both girls.
Valerie gave her a little wave without looking at her. Harmony's face broke out in a big grin.
“Hey there, sugar. Good morning,” she greeted Tori cheerfully.
That made Tori feel a little better. Maybe Harmony hadn't told her friend about what happened. Maybe she hadn't told anyone. Tori hoped not.
“Thanks for letting me sit here,” Tori said, “The place is sure crowded this morning,”
“Sure thing, baby,” Harmony said.
Tori dug into her food, famished, and chased it with the blue shake. Harmony and Valerie had shakes, too, but they were empty.
“Pretty good, aren't they?” Harmony said, with a nod to the shake.
“Yeah,” Tori agreed, “I'm gonna have to find the secret recipe and make them when I go home,”
“They taste like cum,” Valerie said, not bothering to look up.
Harmony laughed, and said, “They sure do, but not quite as good. Do you think they taste like cum, Tori?”
“I, um, I wouldn't know,” she said, uncomfortable with the sudden direction the conversation had taken.
“You mean, you never...” Harmony said.
“Never sucked off a boy and let him cum in your mouth,” Valerie said, finally looking up, “Never let your boyfriend blow his load all over your face, or licked it off your fingers after a handjob?”
Valerie shrugged and went back to her book.
“Ha! Don't mind her,” Harmony said, “She's just a slut,”
Valerie frowned, but didn't say anything.
“So, I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry about yesterday,” Harmony began to say.
Tori looked worried, and glanced at Valerie. Maybe she knew!
“You know,” Harmony continued, “about surprising you in the gym. I kinda sneak around sometimes, and you were in the zone with that workout. Didn't mean to scare you like that,”
Tori breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't said anything to Valerie.
“It's okay. I guess I'm just trying to get adjusted,” Tori said, “How long have you two been here?”
“About a week,” Harmony said, “Val's came in at the same time. Did they stick a thermometer up your ass, yet?”
Tori blushed furiously, and looked at the table.
Harmony grinned, “You get used to it,” she said, “I liked it in the ass before I came in here, to it's nothing to me. You ever get it in the ass? Guess not, since you never tasted cum, right?”
“Uh, no,” Tori lied, remembering the feel of her mother's toy in her ass.
“I think that Dr. Swell gets off on it, you know?”
“She seems nice,” Tori squeaked.
“Eh, she isn't bad, I guess. I just think she likes to watch girls take it in the ass,” Harmony said, laughing again.
Tori wasn't sure what to say. This conversation was really uncomfortable, and she was having a hard time concentrating because her pussy was itching and horny with the memory of what had happened yesterday in the exam room. All too soon, her alarm was dinging. She had fifteen minutes until she needed to meet Dr. Swell.
“Speak of the devil,” Tori said.
“Later, cutie.” Harmony said with a wink.
Tori blushed and took her tray up. She had to get to the bathroom before she met with Dr. Swell. She couldn't imagine going through another episode like yesterday. She hurried to her room, pissed, and wiped. The growing need in her pussy was begging for release, but she knew she didn't have time. She hurried to the exam room with a minute to spare, and knocked softly. She heard Dr. Swell beckon her in. Dr. Swell looked happy to see her, and, of course, Ron was there. He pointedly ignored her, studying the wall.
“How are you feeling this morning, Tori?” The doctor asked.
“I'm fine, thank you,” she said, sitting up on the table.
“Wonderful. I'm glad to see you're settling in. You look much more comfortable than yesterday,”
“I'm just going to do a quick blood draw this morning, alright? We're going to see how the shot I gave you is working on getting rid of the drugs in your system.”
The doctor drew a small vial of blood and handed it to Ron. He left out the back door, and was back within a minute. By the time he returned, Dr. Swell was going through the same routine as the day before. Blood pressure, reflexes, and then it was time for Tori to turn over.
“Did you get a chance to relieve yourself before you came in?” Dr. Swell asked,
“Yes, Ma'am,” she replied, grateful that her face was hidden so that Dr. Swell couldn't see her cheeks coloring.
Dr. Swell pulled down Tori's pants, exposing her naked cheeks. The table's center, again, raised up, pushing her heart-shaped bottom into the air. With her ass and pussy exposed to the doctor's eyes, Tori was very conscious of the wetness between her legs. She could feel her juices running out of her pussy, and down her legs. She had no doubt that Dr. Swell could see it, too.
“Just relax now, Tori,”
The doctor's gloved finger pressed against her anus, smearing the cool jelly on her outer ring, then she slowly pushed it inside. As if on cue, she saw Ron's pants begin to tent through the hole her head rested in. Dr. Swell moved her finger in and out of Tori's ass, lubing it up generously. The feeling reminded her of playing with her mother's toy, only this was much naughtier. She had another woman's finger up her ass, and her pussy was dripping.
“Try not to enjoy it too much, Tori,” Dr. Swell said with a giggle.
Tori felt so ashamed. She did like the feeling, and was almost anxious to feel the thermometer sliding inside of her. She felt the doctor's finger pull out, and a moment later the “thermometer” was resting against her asshole. Ron and Dr. Swell grinned at each other. She'd increased the size of the sex toy today by just a little bit.
Tori would likely not be able to tell the difference, but it gave the doctor a sick kick to know that she was widening the naive teenager's butthole a little more each time, teaching her to accept larger and larger objects. The “thermometer” began to push its way into Tori's ass. Despite herself, she moaned when it passed her sphincter, and her poor pussy quivered. Dr. Swell spread her ass apart and pushed a little more.
Through the hole, she could see Ron's cock rising, growing, and moving closer to her lips. He held her shoulders in place gently, but firmly. The “thermometer” slid further into her rectum, and she felt Dr. Swell release her butt cheek. The doctor's free hand cupped Tori's little pussy, her palm rubbing up against her clit. Tori gasped at the contact, shivered with pleasure. Stephanie was right. She had a naughty pussy. She shouldn't be enjoying this. She was about to cum from a medical exam with a thermometer up her ass.
Her eyes were fixated on Ron's erection. Something was different today. His pants weren't the kind that tied around the waste, they were button-ups, and a few of the buttons were undone. As his cock hardened, it had begun to push its way free of his pants, and she could see the bulbous head poking through.
“Your vagina looks very aroused this morning, Tori,” Dr. Swell said, “I'm going to need to monitor your vaginal temperature, as well. Just to make sure you're alright,”
The doctor's hand left her pussy, and a moment later, she felt a second “thermometer” against her wet pussy lips. Dr. Swell was going to put two of them in at once! She found herself eager to feel the second “thermometer” insider her, filling both her holes. Ron's cock had managed to free itself from his pants, and it was rising higher, getting closer to her lips.
She tried to lift up, to get away from the approaching cock, but his hands were holding her firmly in place. Dr. Swell pushed the second “thermometer” into her virgin pussy, and she opened her mouth in a big “O” of surprise. When she did, the head of Ron's cock passed between her lips and settled there. He didn't push forward, but just let the tip rest between her lips. She should have been repulsed, but she actually felt quite happy to have something in her mouth.
Her pussy and asshole were both filled, but Dr. Swell began to adjust the “thermometers,” saying something about the readings not looking correct. The effect was that both “thermometers” began to slide in and out of Tori's poor holes, creating conflicting feelings in her tummy. The motion felt really good, but she knew it shouldn't.
She was breathing very heavily, and noticed that Ron had begun to rock his hips very slightly. The head of his penis was slowly moving in and out of her mouth. She should be disgusted. This was wrong! Nurses didn't put their penises into the patient's mouths. She should tell Dr. Swell what was happening! When she tried to open her mouth, though, it just seemed to allow more of Ron's hard cock into her mouth.
Now she was nursing on the head as he rubbed it back and forth between her lips. There was an unfamiliar, salty taste in her mouth. It wasn't unpleasant by any means, in fact it reminded her of the tasty blue shakes they served in the cafeteria. Dr. Swell was still adjusting the “thermometers,” and now Tori was on the verge of an orgasm. There was no stopping it. Her pussy had taken control, and she was actively fucking herself on the “thermometers”. She hadn't even noticed that Dr. Swell was no longer moving them. She was just holding them in place while Tori slid her ass and pussy up and down them like a bitch in heat.
She was moaning around Ron's penis, now, lost in a haze of fucklust. She all but forgot where she was, so intense were the feelings in her pussy. Finally, the friction was too much, and her legs started to buckle. She moaned like a porno slut and started to cum right there in front of the doctor, for the second day in a row.
“It's okay, Tori,” Dr. Swell was saying, “go ahead and cum. Let it out,”
Ron's cock was throbbing in her mouth, jumping up and down. She heard him groan, and then her mouth was flooded with a huge amount of the salty stuff she'd been tasting. She realized, right then, that she was getting her first taste of cum. She'd told the two girls at breakfast that it was gross, but as the tangy cream spurted into her mouth, she found herself swallowing it down greedily. It actually tasted very good!
Her brain tried to process what she was doing, sucking down a big load of sperm from this stranger's penis, and when it registered, she came again thinking about how naughty it was. It was embarrassing, shameful, it was sick, and her pussy liked it. The fact that she liked it made her begin to to cry, and Tori was so confused. Her tears ran down the shaft of Ron's cock, which began to soften and fell from her mouth with a plop, leaving a string of sticky saliva and sperm hanging from her lips.
Dr. Swell pulled the “thermometer” from her pussy first, and it felt empty. The next one came out of her ass, but she was still humping the air, as though begging for it to be put back. Neither Ron, nor the doctor said anything. They just watched the oversexed young girl try to get the toys back inside of her. Dr. Swell couldn't have been more pleased.
It was only the third day, and Tori was submitting quickly. Many of the previous girls had taken weeks to get to this level of self-debasement. Tori clearly had a submissive streak that ran deep, untapped, and waiting to be brought out. When she checked Tori's blood, she was sure that she'd find her sex drive had increased significantly.
Finally, Tori's head began to clear. Her pussy still wanted to cum again, but she was past the big orgasm, and she could think again. Dr. Swell lowered the table, and Ron stepped away, his cock tucked back in his pants. She hadn't noticed him put it away, and she could have just imagined the whole thing, except for the taste of his sperm in her mouth. Dr. Swell helped her to sit up and handed her a tissue.
“There, there, Tori,” she said softly, stroking her hair, “Don't worry. These things happen, you know,”
Tori tried to look at her, but she was so ashamed of how she'd acted, the way she'd lost control.
“You just have a very sensitive vagina, it would seem,” Dr. Swell continued, “and orgasms come very easily. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Most women would kill to be like you,” she laughed.
That made Tori feel a little better. Maybe she didn't have a slutty pussy. Maybe she was just different. The doctor didn't make it sound like a bad thing. She noticed that Ron was gone now. She thought, again, that she should tell Dr. Swell about his penis going into her mouth, but she decided that she'd embarrassed herself enough for one day. The doctor would probably think she was making it up anyway. All of them already thought she was lying about doing drugs. Who believes anything that a stupid drug addict with a slutty pussy says? The thought made her want to cry again, but she choked it back and wobbled to her feet.
“You can go now,” Dr. Swell said, pulling Tori's pants up. She hadn't even thought to do that herself.
Tori hung her head as she shuffled out of the exam room, closing the door quietly behind her. She wiped at her eyes with her sleeve and walked quickly back to her room. She had the next two hours free before her one-on-one therapy, but she didn't know what to do. She checked the alarm on her watch, and decided to lay down. She felt very tired after cumming so hard. It seemed like she had just shut her eyes when there was a knock on her door, and Amanda let herself in.
“I'm sorry, Tori,” she said quickly, “I'll just take a moment, and you can get back to your nap. In fact, maybe this will help,”
She handed Tori the little music player from the day before.
“I've got it loaded up, just like I told you. It should help you relax,”
“Thank you,” Tori sniffled.
Amanda noticed her red eyes and sniffling nose.
“Tori, is everything okay?”
“I'm fine,” she said, “Just miss my family,”
Amanda gave her a peck on the head and a big hug saying, “Well, two days are down, and I'm hearing nothing but good things about you. Your time with us will be over before you know it, and when you get out, you'll feel like a whole new person!”
“Yeah, I guess so,”
“Try the music. It'll help you relax,”
Tori put the earbuds in as Amanda left the room. She pulled the covers up around her and shut her eyes as the music began to play. Amanda was right, the music was soothing. It wasn't anything she might have picked on her own, some kind of slow jazz with calming sound effects, like something you might play for an upset puppy. As she drifted off to sleep, her subconscious mind picked up the repeating phrases hidden underneath the music, things that her waking mind would never detect. And they spoke to her in her own voice.
“Tori is a slut...Tori wants to be raped...Tori wants cock...Tori sucks cock...Tori loves cum...Put it in my ass...Tori has a slut pussy...”
She awoke an hour later with her hand in her cunt again, wet with her fuck honey. The music was still playing. She pushed the covers back, rolling onto her back. She couldn't believe that she was horny again, but playing with her pussy felt like the right thing to do, so she kept at it until she came again. When she came down, Tori went into the bathroom and made herself presentable. She had an hour before therapy, but couldn't decide what to do.
She decided on another run, and made her way to the gym, pounded the treadmill for 20 minutes. Harmony didn't appear. It wasn't that Tori wanted her to, she told herself. She didn't want the busty redhead to come in and feel her up again. She didn't want her to stick her tongue in her mouth. She didn't want her to rub her pussy and make her cum. Those were dirty things, things a girl with a slutty pussy would do, and Tori was a good girl.
Still, she found herself hanging around the gym catching her breath for another few minutes. When no one came in, she went back to her room and showered off. Her pussy was begging to be played with again, but she did her best to ignore it.
Finally, it was time for therapy, which her watch reminded her of. Not that she could forget. She took the winding hallways to Dr. Travers' office and knocked on the door. His deep voice beckoned her inside. Tori came in and shut the door.
“Good afternoon, Tori. It's very nice to see you again. You're looking lovely!” He said, seated behind his desk, working at the computer.
“Hello,” she replied meekly.
“Please have a seat. Grab a sucker if you'd like,”
She did like, and grabbed one before sitting on the comfy couch. Travers finished up on his computer and came around, taking a seat in the big chair opposite the couch.
“And how are you feeling today? Settling in, I hope?”
“I'm good, and yes, everyone is really nice,”
“Excellent. Now, today, what I'd like to do is try to get to the root of your recent experimentation with drug use. I'm going to ask you some questions about your background, and we're going to explore, together, the driving force behind your addiction. Does that sound alright?”
“Whatever you, need, sir.”
Over the next half hour, Travers asked her all about her family life, her youth, school, her accomplishments, her boyfriend, social groups, and habits. He was very easy to talk to, and didn't come across condescending, or as though he was in a superior position. Tori found it easy to open up to him, and talk about anything. Finally, the question came.
“When did you first experiment with drugs, Tori?”
For the first time she didn't have an answer, since she had never actually done drugs.
“Well, that's the thing, sir,” she tried to explain, “I never actually did any drugs,”
Travers frowned, saying, “Now, Tori, your toxicology report was very clear. Your body contained a wide variety of illicit compounds,” he looked at her chart, “Marijuana, cocaine, painkillers, muscle relaxers. If this is going to work, I need you to be honest with me,”
He looked at her expectantly, but she didn't know what to say. She was getting upset, and felt hot tears behind her eyes. He thought she was lying. Everyone thought she was lying, and no one would believe her!
“I...I don't know. I don't ever remember doing any drugs!” she declared, agitated.
“It's alright, dear. Just calm down a bit, now,” he handed her a tissue, “you said you'd never done any drugs, but now you're saying you don't remember?”
“I don't. I didn't ever do drugs, and if I did I don't remember doing it!”
Travers stroked his chin, looking thoughtful, “It may be possible that this whole experience has been such a trauma,” he posited, “that your mind has suppressed the memories of your drug abuse,”
She wiped at her eyes, fighting the urge to cry. Why did she cry so much lately? It was like her hormones were completely out of whack.
“Tori,” he said, snapping her back, “I'd like to try a bit of hypnosis, if that's alright. Perhaps we can bring out the repressed memories in your subconscious.”
“Does that really work?”
“It has varying degrees of success, depending on the person,”
“If you think it will help,”
“I'd like to try.”
She nodded agreement. Travers had her lay down on the couch, and she heard his voice change. It became more monotone, very even, relaxing, she couldn't really focus on what he was saying. Whatever it was, she was getting sleepy. Soon, she was under, relaxed, oblivious to what was happening on the other side of her eyelids.
Travers smiled at the prone teenager. She'd gone under very easily, indicating that she was going to be very open to suggestion. He began by implanting a few false memories. Tori smoking a joint alone, snorting a few lines of cocaine, taking some pills. She didn't have a long history of abuse, given that her downhill slide had been over the course of a single, week, so he didn't need to work on her much.
When he'd finished the false memories, he made her more open to sexual advances. She would be more shameless about her masturbation. She would enjoy the depraved things that happened to her, but her mind would still rebel against them, leaving her in a constant state of confusion as her body and her mind warred with one another. He was tempted to go further, but he wanted the behaviors and memories to take root first. Soon, he was bringing her out, and then she was awake. Tori saw the doctor standing over her looking pleased. She felt refreshed, like she hadn't since all this craziness began.
“Did it work?” she asked.
“Yes it did,” he replied, and sat back in his chair, “Do you remember now, what happened?”
She did remember. She could recall a few things. She'd smoked a joint after track practice, in her car. She'd hidden in her room and snorted cocaine. She'd taken pills, and remembered the way they had made her feel good, like she was floating. The flood of memory was powerful, and when she knew that she was guilty of all the things they said she did, she began to cry in earnest. She was a stupid drug addict. She'd done it! She'd ruined her own life, and poisoned her body! She wasn't a good girl, after all.
Travers let her cry, continuing to hand her tissues as she let it out. She felt awful. She didn't want to feel like this. She knew that if she could, instead, find some pleasure, that it would make the horrible memories go away. Without even thinking, she reached her hand into her pants and began to play with her pussy, still crying as she did so.
“Tori,” Dr. Travers voice broke through the fog of tears, “Tori, what are you doing?”
She didn't know what he meant. Then she looked down and noticed that she was masturbating herself right there on the couch. She pulled her hand out of her pants, horrified. She was touching herself right in front of the doctor! How humiliating!
“I, I'm sorry,” she cried, “I don't know why I did that!”
Travers hid his smirk, saying, “Now, now, dear,” he came and sat next to her, put his arm around her. It felt good to be held. He let her cry it out for a moment, and when it seemed like she was pulling herself together he said, “I think I may know what's going on, Tori.”
She looked up at him with pleading eyes. Maybe he could fix her. If he knew what was wrong, maybe he could make it stop!
“Are you familiar with adolescent hypersexual disorder?”
“I believe that this might be the case. It's rare to see, but does happen. Your repressed sexual urges, such as your chronic need to masturbate, are forcing your mind to find other outlets. In some circumstances those things can be positive, such as your success on the track. Other times, they can be destructive, like drugs. Since these cases are so rare, we really don't know much about how to treat them, but given the nature of this institute, it would behoove us to know as much as possible. I'd like to speak to Dr. Carlson about this. If you both agree, I'd like you to help us understand this condition better, and perhaps we can find a way to help other young people like yourself in the future. What do you think?”
She didn't understand. Hypersexual disorder? Wasn't that the same as calling her a slut? She did know one thing, and that was that she wanted to go back to how her life had been two weeks ago. She wanted to be normal, to be racing like the wind around the track, to be holding gold medals and hearing the cheers and praise of her family and friends. She wanted to spend movie nights with her family, hug her mother and father, her big brother, and even Stephanie. If NewYou could make that happen, then she had to do it, didn't she?
“Yes,” she agreed, “Yes. I'll do it. I want to be normal again!” She put her head in her hands and tried not to cry again, but she wanted it so badly that she couldn't help it.
Travers let her cry a while longer, rubbing her back. After a few minutes, he told her that their time was coming to an end. She'd have her free period before group therapy, and then dinner. He'd talk to Dr. Carlson, and let her know what they'd come up with. Tori was so grateful as she walked out of the office and back to her room.
She felt embarrassed that she'd cried so much, and touched herself in front of the doctor. She shut herself in her room, lay on the bed, and studied the ceiling. She needed to pull it together. She popped in her earbuds, seeking solace in the soothing music, and closed her eyes. The sounds played, and beneath them her own voice droned on.
“Tori is a cunt...Rape my mouth...Cum on me...Tori wants her pussy used...Hurt my pussy...Tori is a stupid slut...Tori wants big cock...”