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Prescription

By: PAPATOAD



Thanks to the Hip and Knee doctor for editing assistance.

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Magnolia Retreat was a beautiful place, but I still didn't understand why my mother insisted on going there rather than stay with us. I was the eldest daughter and felt responsible for her since Dad died three years ago. She was only sixty-three years old and in pretty good shape for an old lady. I shouldn't say things like that about my mother. She was in good health but needed a few things to help her stay that way. One pill kept her blood pressure under control, although it was only mildly elevated. Another pill was helpful in keeping her cholesterol down. She also insisted on maintaining her daily regiment of supplements such as vitamins, calcium, and fish oil. The reason I was there today, was to find out why her prescription expenses jumped by over a hundred dollars the past month.

"Mrs. Carmichael, how nice to see you." Tom Jordan stated as he got comfortable in the leather chair behind his desk.

"It's always a pleasure to come here. It is a very nice facility."

"You said you wanted to discuss your mother's medications. Your mother is on Independent Living, so we don't monitor her medications as close as we do with some of our other patients, but I should be able to help you to a certain extent."

Tom pulled a manila folder from his desk drawer and started reading the contents. "From what I gather, her health is still excellent. By that, I mean that I don't see any significant changes. She did, however, order a new prescription last month. It is not from her regular doctor. To be honest with you, I don't recognize the doctors name at all."

"What was the prescription for?"

"Let's see now. It was a ninety-day supply of sildenafil citrate. The prescription also allows for three ninety day refills."

"What the hell is sildenafil citrate and why is she taking it?"

"I know this will be difficult to understand Mrs. Carmichael, but I don't believe your mother is taking this medication."

"Why would she get a prescription that she was not getting any benefit from?"

"I didn't say that, Mrs. Carmichael. You have to consider the circumstances here to understand why she had this prescription filled."

"Mister Jordan, what the hell is sildenafil citrate and why did my mother order it?"

Tom Jordan put the folder back in the drawer and leaned forward on his desk. It wasn't an aggressive posture, but more like one a confident would take. 

"Mrs. Carmichael, sildenafil citrate is commonly known as Viagra."

I did not have a quick reply for him. I realized that I was squirming around in my chair, trying to get comfortable with what he just told me. 

"There must be some sort of explanation. Do you have any ideas why she would do this?"

"Oh yes, absolutely. There are several other women doing the same thing. I am pretty sure there was a little conspiracy going on here." 

"Conspiracy! What do you mean by conspiracy?"

"Well, several of the other women had been doing this for a while and I assume that they convinced your mother to join the club."

"What club?"

"It's not really a club. It's just something that the ladies do to break up the monotony of having to live here. We try and provide activities for them, but can't meet all of their needs."

"You are kidding? You can't mean what I think you mean?"

"It is an awkward thing for me and for the home. We can't really support it or even condone it, but trying to stop it would be a disaster."

"So has my mother established some sort of relationship with one of the men here at the retreat?"

"No. It's nothing like that at all."

"Can you be a little more specific?"

"The women here hate to eat alone. The biggest thrill of the day is to have a pleasant supper with one of the gentlemen. The meal usually finishes back at the lady's room. Unfortunately, because of the average age of our male residents, the Viagra is necessary to consummate the evening."

"Consummate the evening! You make it sound like a honeymoon experience."

"In many ways, it is."

I sat quietly, trying to figure out what to do, if anything. Finally I just stood up.

"What are you going to do, Mrs. Carmichael?"

"I think it is better, if I just do nothing. If I let my mother know that I know what is going on, it will just embarrass her and possibly alienate us. If she wants to get together with a gentleman friend once or twice a week, I think I should just ignore it."

"That an admirable attitude, Mrs. Carmichael, but before you go there is one thing you should know."

"What is that Mister Jordan?"

"Your mother has supper with a different man every evening."

Prescription for Blossoming



Chapter 1: A Prescription

I was sitting at my desk in Dr. Calloway's office and I could feel the eyes of the men, and a few of the women, on me as I updated patient charts and made notes on my Sudoku puzzle. I hated the feeling of sitting here at the reception desk and knowing that people are fantasizing about me. I want to be completely honest with you. I wish what I was saying was vain and that I was imagining things. But I think I would be happier as an old maid that no one gave a second thought about. Instead, I sit at the front of the office, behind a small desk and I feel a little too much like a piece of meat.

I am very small at 5'1 and weigh no more than 100lbs. I have long black hair and my Indian mother's coffee skin. I have large brown eyes, a small upturned nose, and what Dr. Calloway says is a gorgeous smile. If I am forced to describe my favorite feature I would say it would have to be my thick, full lips which are pink despite my fear of painting them. I have small breasts that looked large on my small frame and I wear a 32-A bra. My stomach is flat and my hips flared out to a decent degree. Like my stomach, my butt is toned from exercise and I absolutely hate it when men look at it. I exercise because Dr. Calloway says that I should. Sometimes I just feel like it would be easier to be gigantically fat. But no such luck. I have fit legs that I often hide behind a long skirt. On this particular day I was wearing a white skirt and a blue t-shirt.

I was deeply regretting my decision on this shirt. It was a gift from Dr. Calloway and it was a bit tighter than the clothes I usually wore. Usually I wear big, roomy sweaters. I also wore an old, worn bra and I was certain that my nipples were poking through my shirt and that the people in the waiting room were staring at them. I crossed my arms in front of me and tried to ignore the world. I couldn't wait until 4:30 rolled around and I could go back to my apartment and be alone for the weekend. I guess I can't explain why I am the way I am, I just know that I can't imagine being like the other people I see. I feel so awkward around new people and I can't imagine the comfort other people so easily project. I mean, I worked in Dr. Calloway's office from the time she performed a procedure on me when I was 18. That was 3 years ago and I just started to feel like she was a friend that I could trust.

Even while I considered this, a young man walked into the office and stopped at the reception desk. He took a moment and looked at me and I could feel my cheeks getting hot. He flashed me a smile and it made my skin crawl.

"Hey there..." he started and then looked at my chest and found my nametag, "Iris Moore. I have an appointment with the doctor for a consultation."

"Oh," I said, feeling anxious, "Um. What is your name sir?"

"Don't call me sir, Iris."

"Sorry,"

"Don't be sorry, just call me J.J."

"J.J. Stempfer?" I asked looking down at my list of appointments.

"That's me," he said, looking down at the list proudly. He certainly thought that he impressed me with his laid back attitude and easy smile, but I felt like screaming. It wasn't particular to him; that's the way I felt when anyone lingered at my desk for more than a couple of minutes . "Okay, you are set," I said and motioned towards the chairs. 

"Thanks," he said and turned and looked at the chairs and then turned back at me, "So when I get out of here, want me to take you to lunch?" I felt my stomach drop into my knees.

"Oh...no...I...uh...I am not allowed," I eventually stammered out. He smiled at me and turned to walk back to the chairs.

"If you change your mind, let me know," he said and then coolly grabbed a Sports Illustrated and sat down. I breathed for the first time and looked back to my charts. Before I got too far and voice called to me . "Iris, can you come back here," Dr. Calloway said and I turned and she was right behind me, looking a bit upset and I knew she watched the whole thing unfold. Dr. Calloway was an older woman with a stern demeanor. She was my employer and friend, and in many ways she was my mother. My actual mother and I don't speak and we have not for a very long time. I always felt that distance I felt with others with my mother. Dr. Calloway was the only person who took the time to learn my personality and accept me. Unfortunately, she was always trying to get me to branch out. She would say I had a wonderful personality and that it was wasted by my limited social interactions. I always sort of shrugged. I know she put me at reception to get me to talk to people.

"Yes Dr. Calloway?" I asked as we walked back towards her private office.

"Good Lord Iris, do we have to do this every day? I am Janet. Your friend Janet. Call me Janet," she said and I could tell she was in a particularly foul mood today.

"Sorry," I said, looking down at my shoes. I hated when she was like this, she could be quite cruel, I think because she thought she could shock me out of it.

"Don't be sorry," she said and then flopped down in her chair, "That boy was cute, you should've taken him up on that free lunch."

"There is no free lunch," I said and then immediately felt embarrassed about my boldness.

"Oh relax Iris. He wouldn't make you fuck him," she said rolling her eyes. I hated it when she swore. Most of the time she was very sweet, but sometimes she got in these moods where she was vicious. I know she felt sorry about it later. I began to feel nervous as she looked at me. She just wanted what she thought was best for me. She wanted me to have a full life and I was afraid of that. I felt hot tears coming to my cheeks. Her demeanor softened.

"I am sorry Janet," I stammered, trying to control myself. She sighed deeply and then stood up and put her hand on my shoulder.

"It's alright dear," she said, taking on the motherly tone I liked better. I wiped the tears with the back of my hand and she looked at my eyes and smiled.

"I know what I am supposed to do, but I can't do it."

"No. No. No, don't worry about it now. I have been a little pushy with you lately. I can tell you have been pretty stressed," she said and it was true. She tried to set me up on dates and gotten her niece to invite me out for a night at the clubs but I had turned it all down. I knew I frustrated her and she frustrated me.

"No you haven't," I lied, feeling guilty. Dr. Calloway shook her head.

"It is okay to stand up for yourself you don't have to lie," she said and I began to reply but she lifted her hand to stop me, "Listen, I can tell you have been really stressed out lately and I know you have a lot of stuff on your plate."

"I'm alright," I said, I hated it when Dr. Calloway worried about me.

"Don't interrupt me Iris," she said, with a bit of an edge, "I know what I want to say so just relax and let me talk. What I was trying to say is that you have been working here for 3 years and in that time you have never taken any of your vacation days and you have never used a sick day. You're here every day that this place has been open. Now, I am really happy that you are a great employee, but I think you need a vacation." I'd never even considered this. The last thing I wanted was to put on a bathing suit and got to a beach or something mortifying like that . "Oh I don't know," I said.

"I own a cabin out at Lake Sacagawea State Park. I want you here to take the keys," she said and took a small key off of the desk, "and take my car," she said as she pulled another key out of the pocket of her lab coat, "I want you to go there today after work and I want you to relax. It is just your kind of place. It isn't roughing it or anything. It has cable and a hot tub, but it is completely secluded. You could walk around naked and no one would care. I want you to stay there until a week from Sunday, and only then can you come back to work." I was speechless. This was so sweet and thoughtful.

"Oh my God Janet, thank you so much. It is so perfect," I said and I felt myself getting a bit choked up.

"Honey, honey," she said, laughing and rubbing my arm, "This is a very small thing. You have earned it. You don't always have to be so grateful when someone does something decently to you. You have far too low standards for that sort of thing."

"Sorry," I said and she didn't correct me, she just rolled her eyes.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on into eternity. The only thing that I wanted to do was get into Dr. Calloway's Mercedes and drive the 60 miles to the lake and look at the cabin. I was less nervous about the patients because I wasn't even thinking about them and it felt good. Finally, 4:30 rolled around and I signed out and ran out to the parking lot. Dr. Calloway drove an SUV to the office, but left her Mercedes at her house. I hopped onto my little Vespa and rushed over to her house. She lived very close to the office and before I knew it I was at her house and driving back to my place to pack up. Ten minutes later I was on the road.

My personality while I am driving is the exact opposite of the way I am whenever I am anywhere else. I drive really, really fast. I pass unsafely. I honk my horn. I flip people the bird. I don't know what it is, but it is like I am in a bubble when I am driving. Especially when I am driving Dr. Calloway's Mercedes. I was slowly saving my money so that I could buy one just like it someday, or maybe when she got tired of this one I could buy it from her.

I flew all the way to the state park, following the directions Dr. Calloway had given me before I left. It was 60 miles away but I made it there in about 35 minutes. I had never been pulled over before I figured that the less I worried about it, the less likely it was to happen. Regardless, I made it to the cabin just as the sun was going down behind the mountains. 

It was an absolutely beautiful area. The cabin looked small from the outside and it was made to look as though it were constructed from logs. It sat about ten yards from the lake itself and the entire area between the cabin and the lake was a large sandy area. The lake was wide and the thin strip of sandy area around it appeared to be the only non-wooded spot within walking distance. Behind the cabin was a thick forest that climbed slowly up the side of an immense mountain. The road stopped at my cabin and it was at least 7 miles from the nearest other, a similar cabin near the entrance to the park. The water was glassy and calm and it made me feel good just to look at it.

I grabbed my suitcase and walked up the steps onto the front porch. The entire building had a pleasant, rustic smell. There was quaint wicker furniture on the front porch and I was already in love. I went inside and found that it was a bit larger than it looked outside. I walked into a modest sized living room with a large television and a big, comfy looking futon. Behind this room, through a large opening I passed through a mixed kitchen/dining room with newish looking appliances. To the left of the living room I found a bedroom with an attached bathroom and to the right a hallway with a stairway that led to the second floor. I walked up there to check it out and found three more bedrooms and another bathroom. It was a veritable palace and it made my little apartment look like a rats nest.

I didn't even know where to start first so I checked the fridge and found that it was well stocked. Dr. Calloway must've gone up there pretty often. I looked in the freezer and saw that there was a frozen pepperoni pizza. I pre-heated the oven and got ready to eat. Pizza is one of my guilty pleasures. I would eat it and I wouldn't even worry about doing the crunches to make up for it. After all, I was on vacation. I sat down in the futon and watched television for a while. It was nice to sit and relax and know that I was completely alone. I didn't have to feel self-conscious, I could just be alone and be happy.

I eventually cooked and ate my pizza and I noticed that it was now quite dark. I took a lamp out onto the front porch and read a cheap romance novel in the flickering light. I read for a while, but the book was unable to capture my interest. I felt a strange combination of feelings. I felt relaxed and content in being alone and not having to worry, but this left a huge gap in my emotions that was usually filled with anxiety. This thought itself was just starting to make me nervous when I suddenly remembered that there was a hot tub somewhere near here.

I closed my book and walked back into the house. I looked around on the first floor and then checked to see if there was perhaps a basement. When I realized that this wasn't the case, I figured that it must have been outside. I looked around the kitchen and found the backdoor. I went outside and there was a large wooden deck. Sunken into the deck was a beautiful hot tub, covered up to protect the heat. I flipped the cover open and set it to the side. Steam poured out from inside and I stuck my hand into the clear, hot water. It must've been over 105 degrees!

I turned on the jets and then considered going inside to get my bathing suit. However, a thought struck me. Dr. Calloway had said that there was no one around here for miles. I looked around. I am not going to lie. I really am proud of my body. I like the way I look, I just don't like that other people seem to enjoy it so much. I pulled off my blue t-shirt and threw it on the deck. I unhooked my worn black bra and let it slide down my arms. My nipples got hard in the cool fall air and I looked at them. They were small, teardrop shaped breasts. What they lacked in size they made up for in suppleness and shape. My nipples were small and pink. I slowly pulled my skirt down and threw it on the pile of clothes.

I suddenly realized that I was almost naked and outside. I fought and kept that same old anxiety from taking me. It was very difficult for me to be naked most of the time. I had to buy an apartment that had no windows in the bathroom and no windows that could look into the bathroom if I accidentally left the door open, which I never did. Here I was, with my breasts out and I was standing there in my underwear. I would be lying if I said I wasn't proud of myself. This pride allowed me to finish the job. I hooked my thumbs into my panties and slowly slid them down my body until they were on the deck. I slowly kicked them off.

Now the reason for all my anxiety was revealed to the woods around me. Everything in my life seemed to center around a small bit of skin and tissue between my legs. There, waxed and limp, was my penis. I had been born a girl in every way except for one. I naturally had very small breasts (which Dr. Calloway had convinced me to augment all those years ago right before I started to work for her. Convinced is a nice way of saying she berated me two hours a day until I let her do it), a feminine face, feminine hips, and feminine legs, hands, and feet.

Dr. Calloway considered me a pet project of sorts. She was an out-patient plastic surgeon and she had tweaked my already girlish features to make me a beautiful woman. She was more like a mother than anyone could have suspected, in a sense she had made me. However, I would never let her removed the small, 2.5" cock and grape sized testicles from between my legs. Not once in my entire life had I ever achieved an erection and the Dr. Calloway told me I wasn't going to be able to given the hormones she gave me, but I liked my penis. It made me who I am. That is not to say I am not embarrassed by it and terrified that someone will find out. I don't even know how Dr. Calloway had convinced me to confide in her when I was 18, but she was the only person besides my birth mother who knew my secret.

Dr. Calloway was always telling me that I was a woman and that women had vaginas and that it naturally followed that I should allow her to remove my cock. She didn't understand why I always refused and she felt that it was the reason for my social awkwardness. She might have been right, but that didn't change the fact that I wanted to keep it. The main reason I loved my little cock was something completely secret. Something I never told anyone.

Like I said, I never liked to get naked and I rarely was. However, on those rare occasions like my semi-daily shower or when I had to change clothes, I would wax my little cock bare and then I would masturbate. I loved to masturbate. My cock wouldn't get hard, but I would play with it and then cum. I could do it dozens of times when I was in the mood and it was the most wonderful feeling. I had long since realized that I was the only person who would ever give me pleasure and so I relished it. It was one of the few pure pleasures in my life and the only thing that didn't make me anxious.

So here I was, naked in the woods. I slowly slid myself into the hot water. It was almost painfully warm at first, but slowly I began to get used to it. It was most painful on my penis and my nipples, so I covered my penis with my left hand and my nipples with my right arm while I eased in. Eventually, however, I was able to put my arms around the rim and simply relax and enjoy the feeling. I was delighted by the jet which continually massaged my cock. I sat for a long while, just enjoying the jets. However, it slowly started to make me both very hot and also a bit horny. While my cock didn't get hard, it did begin to ache. I could tell that I needed to play with it. The water was so hot.

I put my arms palms down behind me and slowly slid myself back onto the deck. The air was even cooler now and steam rose from my body and chilled me. I lay down on my back and stared at the stars and breathed the cool air. I moved my right hand down my body, touching my hard nipples and my flat stomach. I moved over my waxed lower stomach until my fingers rubbed up against my tiny cock.

I didn't think about anything in particular and I placed the pad of my thumb on the top of my cock and my middle and index finger against my urethra on the bottom. I began to stroke gently on my cock and my breathing was slow. I closed my eyes and focused. With my ring and pinky fingers I softly stroked my testicles. I rubbed my nipple gently with the other hand. I felt the warmth growing in my loins as my work on my cock began to raise my temperate. I slowly moved my left hand down my body and spread my legs.

I continued to slowly tug on my limp cock with my right hand and for a moment I cupped my testicles with my other. Then I slid my hand down to my asshole. It was still wet from the hot tub and the water worked as well as the lube I secretly purchased from the internet. I took the ring finger on my left hand and slowly start to press it against my anus. I continued to stroke my cock while I did this and I writhed and moaned on the deck, my body shivering in the cold and my lust. Carefully, my finger worked itself deeper and deeper into my asshole. I don't know when I discovered this trick, but it really helped my masturbation to gently massage my prostate while I stroked my cock.

I groaned loudly as my ring finger slide all the way to the second knuckle into my ass. I loved the imagery of my left ring finger being surrounded by my anus. I knew that I would never get married, but here was my marriage finger, ringed by my own anus and I liked that idea. It made me feel sexy. I slowly massaged the soft, tight, pillowy insides of my ass. Stroking myself at the same time. I was freezing now, but the pleasure pushed me on.

Suddenly, that familiar feeling came over me. I knew I was on the verge of an orgasm so I plunged my finger deeper into my asshole, hard. I felt my asshole contract tight around my finger and at the same time my little cock began to throb. My nipples tingled as my orgasm suddenly erupted. My cock shot forward a large load of white, hot cum. It steamed as it landed on my flat stomach, tits, and chin. I always came in large amounts, at least an ounce but usually three, each time I came. I slid my finger from my asshole and lay panting and shivering on the deck as I returned to my senses. I used my towel to dry myself off and then quickly rushed into the house to warm myself. I had started a fire earlier and I sat in front of it naked and slowly thawed. I smiled to myself as I sat there in the glow of the fire and felt complete in a way I rarely felt at home. I was looking forward to the rest of this vacation.




Prescription for Blossoming



Chapter 2: Strange Arrivals

I awoke the next morning naked on the futon. I giggled to myself and then stretched out. I never sleep naked. I went into the main bedroom and quickly hopped into the shower. I cleaned myself quickly, still sexually satiated from the night before. I got out and decided that since I was going to be alone I was going to dress a little sexier than I usually did. I put on a tight, white tank top with a pink bra underneath. I wore a short black skirt (short for me meant knee length) and put on a pair of flip-flops. I made some coffee.

I walked out onto the back porch and noticed that I left the hot tub open all night. I felt the water and it was already chilly. I closed it up and sat down on the bench and looked at the trees in the back of the cabin. I was again overcome by the peacefulness of the entire area and I breathed in the fresh air and tasted the honeysuckle on the air. I sat on the bench for a long while, sipping at my coffee until it started to become cold and then I poured it out onto the ground. I was just about to take a quick walk into the backyard to check for flowers and then I heard a crunching sound.

For a moment I couldn't figure out what it was but then I realized it was the sound of something moving on the gravel road that led up to the house. I felt a bit nervous as I realized that my seclusion was not what it seemed. What if some nearby neighbor who had seen me the night before, masturbating on the very deck I was now standing? I decided that this was unlikely.

I mustered up all of my courage and I walked up to the front on the house. There was a Jeep in the driveway parked right next to Dr. Calloway's car. The driver's door opened and a woman slowly made her way out of the car carrying a suitcase. She was a beautiful woman. She was tall and built like a model. Probably 5'9 and weighing no more than 115lbs. She was very fair skinned and had long red hair. Her eyes were blue and her face was angelic. Her breasts were small and her legs were very long. She wore tight jeans and a small black top and looked like she was posing for a magazine with her hair back in a ponytail and the large sunglasses perched on the top of her head. She looked to be around 25.

"Hello," I finally managed to stammer from the side of the house. She turned towards me with a very surprised look on her face.

"Oh!" She said, jumping a little, "Oh Hello!" Her voice was soft and sweet. She was stunningly beautiful and I felt like I was going to wilt as her eyes fell on me. She smiled.

"Can I help you," I finally asked, falling back on my training as a receptionist.

"Oh..." she said, looking very confused now, "Is this cabin 8?"

"Yes," I said, quite confused.

"Um... I don't know what to do," she said, looking around nervously, "I got the key here from my friend. She is letting me stay here until next Friday." She pulled the key out of her little purse and showed me.

"My friend is actually letting me stay here..." I said, completely lost now, and pulling the key out of my pocket and showing her. I was nervous for a second and then the woman started to laugh. It seemed good natured and it put me at ease.

"Something always happens, you know?" she said and I nodded for the sake of agreeing, "My name is Ella Logan. I think I remember Debby telling me that she shared this place with a few of her friends from medical school. Looks like they don't keep track of who is coming over." Well that settled that. Dr. Calloway hadn't told me anything about it, but the woman had a key that was identical to mine except it had a '3' stamped onto it instead of a '5' like mine. Furthermore it seemed that she knew what she was talking about.

"That's funny," I said, feeling awkward, "My name is Iris Moore."

"Nice to meet you," she said.

"Nice to meet you," I replied. We stood for a few minutes and stared at one another. Something about knowing that she felt awkward made me feel better. It was kind of nice to be on an even playing field. We were both in the same situation and that made it easier. "Well it is a big house. We can share I am sure. Would you like some help with your bags?"

"Oh! That is so sweet!" she said and handed me a suitcase, "Well it might be nice to share with someone." Just as she finished speaking I heard more crunching on the driveway. All of the sudden, a Corvette came to a screeching halt right next to the other car. In an instant another woman jumped out of the car.

She was a fury of beauty and action. She was shorter than Ella but taller than me, probably around 5'7. She had a big wild nest of black hair and dark eyes. She strong features and bones. She had dark skin and looked like she was Hispanic or perhaps was half black & half white. She had large D-cup breasts and was very curvaceous and sensuous. She was wearing a pair of tiny jean shorts and a long sleeved flannel shirt tied at the waist in the front instead of buttoned and I could see her black bra. Her legs were gorgeous and sveltely muscled. She was already smiling when she got out.

"Hey ladies," she said, acting as though she wasn't surprised to see us, "What are you doing here?"

"We got keys from our friends," we said, holding them up.

"Small world," she said and pulled her out. We all talked about our various doctor friends and their apparent inability to coordinate anything.

"I am Iris Moore and this is Ella Logan," I said and pointed to the other girl. I don't know why but I found it easy to talk to both of these girls. I didn't feel the normal tension.

"Morgan Rodriguez," she said and grabbed a bag from the back of her ridiculous car, "Well I have stayed here before. There is plenty of room for three," she said. I grabbed the bag out of Ella's hand and all three of us walked into the house. They noticed that I had taken the big room on the main floor and decided that since I was first I could stay. I helped them take their bags to the second floor and they each took a room. I was a little sad to lose my solitude, but the women were really friendly and because we were all in the same boat I didn't feel like the odd girl out. No one knew me or would ever see me again, so there wasn't anything to get uptight about. Could I have possibly thought that thought? Nothing to be uptight about!

We were walking down the stairs and I looked out the window and I it shocked me to see that there was a fourth car in the driveway. I pointed and the other girls followed me outside. Another girl with another car was sitting in the driveway. She already appeared confused and got out of her car to look at the cars. 

"Hey," Morgan said and the girl jumped in the air and turned around. We all giggled at her and she blushed. I felt guilty for laughing.

"Hi, I am Iris," I said and walked over to shake her hand. The other girls introduced themselves. She was also a very pretty girl. She was small like me, probably 5'3 and weighed about 95lbs. She had a small little afro puff of hair and her skin was a milk chocolate color. Her eyes were brown and she had thick, painted lips. Her breasts were medium sized and her stomach was exposed showing a sexy flat stomach. She had shorts on and I could see her legs which were pretty. She had very small feet and looked like she was the star of a 70's blaxploitation movie.

"Hey, I am Cora Anderson," she said, recovering from her embarrassment. Again explained to her the situation and she admitted that her friend, a doctor, had given her a key. We all laughed and then quickly were able to get her stuff into the house and settle her in. She was very friendly but very soft spoken and a bit nervous. It was almost like I had found a bit of a kindred spirit. Morgan was the most gregarious. She tended to shape the conversation and the action to what she wanted. Somehow we all ended up making dinner together and talking about little bits of nothing all afternoon. It was nice and I could tell it was what Morgan wanted. I was happy that she was in charge and that I appeared to be fitting in.

We had just finished eating when there was a knock at the door. Morgan got up from her seat and walked over to the front door. She opened up and there was another girl standing on the front porch looking confused. The girl was cute. She was tall and thin, maybe 5'8 and around 120lbs. She had long blonde hair and tan skin. Her eyes were blue and she had the classic girl next door look. Her breasts were medium sized and she had long, sexy legs. She and Morgan spoke briefly at the door. Then Morgan turned around.

"Hey ladies," she said, "This is Sidra Wisk. Guess what?"

"She's got a key?" we all asked in unison and then we all laughed. Sidra quickly melted in with the rest of us. It was like a little club of nervous women.

"Where is she going to stay?" I asked, realizing that all the rooms were full.

"Oh I will move my stuff down here. I like to watch TV late. I will sleep on the futon," Ella said and Sidra protested. Ella assured her that she was considering the move already and everyone seemed to settle in. We gave Sidra the rest of the food and got her caught up with the conversation. Morgan found some wine in the fridge and poured everyone a glass. I didn't drink at the time, but I made an exception and the wine was very strong and a bit unpleasant, but I liked the way it made me feel. I felt loosened up and relaxed and didn't even have to think about it.

We drank a good deal and I found out about the girls. Ella really was a model. Nothing particularly special, just small, local affairs. Morgan was a radio disc jockey and I could tell she was perfect for the job, it was like she was able to carry on a conversation by herself. Cora was a secretary like me, except that she worked for an insurance company. Finally Sidra was a piano teacher who worked at home. All of them were single and none of them was older than 30. 

"So I guess this house is owned by five doctors?" Cora asked in a down moment in the conversation, she seemed so nervous and I wondered if I was staring at myself in a mirror.

"Yes," Ella replied, "I remember my friend Debby telling me about it. I was telling Iris about it when I first moved in. I think it is bizarre that they would all give out keys without having a schedule or some sort of agreement worked out." We all nodded in agreement.

"How did you all meet the doctors who gave them to you?" Morgan asked. I explained that I worked for a doctor and the other girls gave various answers including friends of family and long-time patients. Morgan never answered her own question. I think they she was trying to get someone to ask her. So I did.

"How about you Morgan?" I asked and she turned to look at me. Her wild hair gave her a very seductive look and I suddenly realized that I was attracted in some way to all these women. It was a new feeling and quite alien, but altogether quite pleasant. 

"Well I guess I should be honest," she said, obviously relishing the opportunity to talk about herself, "Dr. Blair gave me my breasts and she shaped my body to be what it is. I have had a bit of plastic surgery, you see. I am a tranny. Dr. Blair transformed me in every way except for my dick. I wanted to keep that." As she said this she stood and talked theatrically, obviously hoping for an immense amount of shock in the room. She looked at us coolly and enjoyed our shocked reaction. I myself was a bit shocked and felt maybe I understood why I felt a connection with Morgan.

"Me too," Sidra said suddenly and we all turned to look at her, "I am a transsexual too. Like I said, the doctor I know is a family friend, but she helped in that way too. Made me a woman, except for my penis."

"Same here," Ella said, "Exactly the same." I couldn't believe it. I know that Dr. Calloway was friends with some of the women she went to medical school and I knew that she was a plastic surgeon, of course, and that lots of her friends were. But this was bizarre. It must have been a plan or something. But why...

"Me too," I heard myself saying even before my brain realized my lips were moving. I looked over at Cora, to avoid the eyes on me. She looked nervous but when she looked at me I smiled.

"Same here," she said. We all sat in silence for a while and then we all started laughing. We talked to each other about how we had all sensed a comfort, even before anyone had said anything. I knew Morgan was a little upset that she had lost the shock value of being the only tranny (I had never considered myself one before, but somehow it sounded sexy to me now, maybe it was from the drinking), but we were all excited about being with people. We talked about our experiences and complimented one another about passability. I felt almost numb from the various thoughts and feelings. It was like the exact opposite of every day of my life. Here I was, part of a group and accepted. Further, I knew I was accepted because they knew a secret about me that no one else knew and they accepted it me.

I think this same sort of thing was acting on all the girls. Suddenly, we became a bit quieter and lost in thought. One by one, girls began to excuse themselves to unpack or to check their e-mail until I was alone at the table. Everyone was a feeling a bit introspective so I decided to go for a walk by myself by the lake. I walked outside and noticed that the sun was beginning to set and that the full moon was rising. I walked for a few minutes and listened to the gentle sounds of the lake and forest. I sat down in the sand and watched the sun fall below the mountains. Everything changed. It became night instantly. The stars were out and the moon was bright. It hardly felt like night, but it certainly felt different.

I decided to head back to the house to see what the girls were up to. This thought was a bit strange to me. Going to see the girls. I walked slowly for a few minutes and then, when I was about halfway back to the cabin, I noticed someone walking towards me. She was too far away, but as we closed the gap between on another I realized that it was Cora. I looked over her tiny figure with her little puff of hair and I liked her. I smiled at her and waved and she did the same. We stopped next to one another, sat down in the sand and looked out at the water.

"Weird huh?" she asked. I looked over at her and she was staring out at the water.

"Yeah. Really weird," I agreed. I took a stone in my and tried to skip it along the water. She watched it go and then turned to look at me.

"I don't know," she said, "I was really looking forward to having some time to myself here. No offense." She blushed.

"None taken," I replied, honestly. She gave a weak smile.

"Thanks," she said.

"Listen, I know exactly what you mean," I said and she looked interested, "I was not excited when other girls started to show up. I was looking forward to a week in the woods in absolute seclusion. But, I don't know. I think I am happy everyone showed up now. It is so rare to meet one person who I feel is like me, let alone five."

"Yeah I guess," she said.

"What do you mean," I asked. I felt sympathy for this girl.

"Well you girls are more like me than most people are I guess. But I guess I just know that I am different. I am different from everybody outside of this place and I am still different from you," she said and her voice was quivering.

"What do you mean," I said.

"Nothing, never mind," she replied and she was almost sobbing now. I put my arm around her and she reluctantly leaned into me, "I am so sorry. This is so embarrassing."

"No really, don't worry about it," I said, "Hey think about it. When we leave here we are never going to see each other again. I don't know who you are or where you are from. You can tell me anything because we are never going to have to worry about it." This seemed to cause her pause. It also helped me, I hadn't really thought of the full implications of my thoughts until the moment I tried to explain it to her. It is a lot easier to be comfortable if you aren't always worrying about the consequences.

"Really," she asked reluctantly.

"Really," I replied, "Now would you please tell me what is bothering you? What makes you so different?"

"Okay," she said and then sighed. For a few moments she just looked out at the water, but then she turned and looked at me again, "Okay, so I don't know about you, but I don't ever feel comfortable about going on a date. I mean I know that if I go on dates it means that eventually I am going to have to tell someone about my penis."

"Well that doesn't make you different, I have the same problem," I replied.

"No, I know that. What I mean is that it is more than that. Even if I found a woman or, I guess, a man, who was interested in me I know that I have all these...bizarre feelings. Feelings and urges that no one could ever understand. Even if I found a perfect person I don't think they would be willing to do all the things my body tells me I need to do," she said. I was confused by what she meant.

"What do you mean, you mean like kinky stuff?" I asked, feeling embarrassed by the word. But it helped my embarrassment that I was helping someone else, it let me focus on that instead.

"Yeah I guess you could say that," she replied and her throat clicked.

"Well what is it that you want? I mean there are only so many things out there," I ventured.

"No," she said in a final sort of way that took me aback.

"Oh come on," I said, that was basically the only argument I had left. Luckily it was the one that worked.

"Fine," she said and then paused for a while, "Okay well it's like I want to do things that I know are really dirty. Things people think bad and wrong."

"That wasn't very specific. What is it that you think about more than anything else," I said. Suddenly I realized that I was very turned on. I desperately wanted to find out what sort of sexually kinky thing she was into. I hadn't even had a sexual thought about another person before and here I was, with a person with flesh and blood.

"Okay. If I had to think about something specifically that I think about more than anything else...I guess...okay...I have always sort of wanted...to..."

"Just spit it out!" I said finally, giggling. She was so cute in her nervous little way.

"I want someone to drink my piss," she suddenly blurted out and then covered her face with her hands. I was a bit surprised. I hadn't been expecting this. She was obviously embarrassed for having said it and I kept my arm around her so she would know it was okay. It was very bizarre, she was right. I had never even considered it before. I could've thought of worse things I suppose. I acted without thinking further.

"Okay," I said and it sounded like someone else said it.

"What?" she said and looked over at me and I smiled and shrugged. She hesitated for a minute and searched my face. Then she slowly stood up. She unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties underneath and suddenly, dangling near my head was her 4 inch, shaved, uncircumcised penis.

"It is so cute!" I said and I was serious. It was small, but not too small for me and it was limp which I thought was cute because it made her look even more nervous. 

"Thanks," she said blushing, "Ever since I started taking my hormones I can't get an erection anymore." She sounded a bit nervous about it.

"I have never had one," I told her and she relaxed a bit. I turned my head and looked at her penis more closely. I had seen mine of course and one or two other ones accidentally while opening spam on the internet, but I had never seen another person's. If it had been connected to a man I think it would've disgusted me. But here was this cute little woman with her silky black skin and it was sexy to me. I wanted to taste whatever came out of it. I leaned over towards her and gave it a little kiss. It was my first kiss ever.




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"Want to try?" she asked. I nodded. I opened my mouth and leaned forward and gently took the tip of her penis into my mouth. Just the very tip. It was spongy and salty and I loved the way it felt in my mouth. I looked up at her breasts and face and she smiled down at me, "Thank you," she said.

Suddenly, a hot burst of liquid filled my mouth. At first I was a bit surprised and almost moved my head back, but I stayed on. The liquid was thick, and very hot and salty. I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed the taste. I had thought that it was going to be grotesque and I was going to have to work hard to keep it in my mouth. However, as I swallowed the first mouthful I couldn't wait for more. She was moaning and playing with my hair as her flaccid cock continued to fill my mouth with hot piss.

She had spent the entire evening drinking wine and she must've had to go really bad. Each time I thought that she was done, I swallowed the piss and more and more of it came into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but a little of it ran down my cheeks and onto my shirt. She kept pissing and I felt like my stomach was completely full. Finally, when I felt I could take no more, she gently slipped her penis out of my mouth and I drank down the last few drops of her piss.

We stayed there like that for a few moments in silence. I had never even considered doing anything like that before in my life. Now that I had, I realized that it was a bit fun. It was especially fun knowing that anyone who met me would never suspect it. It was kind of like a little secret that I had with myself.

"Thank you," Cora said, smiling at me. She sat down next to me. I looked into her eyes and I could see that her entire face was smiling. I had done something really special for her and it made me feel good. I leaned over and put my lips against hers. She was startled for a moment but then she put her hand on my cheek and began to kiss back. We were a little clumsy, but it felt amazing. I felt my tongue touch her tongue. It turned me on to think that she tasted her piss in my mouth. Finally, our kiss broke. We smiled at each other for a moment and then hugged.

"Want to head back to the house?" I asked and she nodded her head. We held hands while we walked along the sand with the full moon illuminating the way. It was a strange and amazing moment.

Chapter 3: Sharing

We let go of each other's hands as we reached the door. It was around 9 in the evening now and all of the lights in the cabin were on and we could hear voices inside. I opened the door and there was the smell of delivered pizza and the noise of a minor party. 

"Hey!" Ella said, "You guys got back just in time!" She said and then handed me a piece of pizza. However, I was still a bit full and couldn't put anything more into my stomach.

"Yeah," Morgan said, "I was just asking the girls what the craziest thing they ever did during sex." It seemed that I had walked out of the frying pan and into the fire. But the atmosphere was like what I imagined a sorority get together would be and it was a comfortable place to talk.

"And I was about to tell," Sidra said, "Okay. So as I was saying before you ladies came back and interrupted, it happened when I was in college. I got drunk at this fraternity party. I don't really remember what happened. This is so bad I shouldn't say it. But anyway I ended up in some frat boy's room and I gave like four guys blowjobs while the other's watched. I know they would've died if they knew the truth, but it was actually really hot." Everyone teased her and called her a slut. I thought it was kind of impressive.

"My turn," Ella said, she was obviously quite drunk, "Last year I was an underwear shoot with another model. We were taking all of these sexy shots and he was pretty cute. We were like joking and flirting the whole time and while the photographer was still taking pictures, I popped his dick out of his briefs and sucked him off." The way she said it made it quite clear that she was lying. She was making it up as she went along and the story was a bit off, but we were all in a good mood so we pretended like she was telling the truth.

"How about you Cora?" Morgan said, falling down onto the futon in a relaxed pose.

"I am a virgin," she said uncomfortably.

"That's okay. Done anything sexual," Morgan pressed. I found that Morgan was really sweet but she was sort of self-centered and a bit oblivious. It was obvious she didn't realize the question made Cora uncomfortable. Cora looked at me and I smiled. But in the end she told a different story.

"Well I have a sort of weird masturbation story?" she offered and everyone agreed that they would let it count, "Like two years ago I worked in a cubicle at the insurance agency. The open end of my cubicle was kind of weird because that was the direction my desk face. So I was surrounded on three sides and then there was my desk and a little area next to it where I could walk out. The desk was nice. The sides went all the way down to the floor on three sides and then I sat behind it. So sometimes when I was back there I would just masturbate. I would go through papers with one hand or talk on the phone but I would masturbate. I don't know. I didn't really want to but I couldn't control myself," she said and the girls agreed this was a pretty good story and I noticed that Cora relaxed a bit. I was proud of her.

"How about you Morgan?" I asked, trying to position myself last. She paused for a second. I could tell she was hoping that I would go next.

"Well I don't know. My story might be too hot for you girls," she said and we all laughed and called her names. Everyone was just sort of lounging around the living room. I was drinking a little bit more and I could tell that everyone was very loose. It was really a nice atmosphere and I kind of started to understand why some people seem to like to parties and drinking. "Alright Alright. So I guess the wildest thing I can thing I did was probably earlier this month. I put an ad in the paper for an anonymous meeting with a man. So the guy showed up and I made out with him and stuff and I told him I was afraid of getting pregnant and also that I was very shy. So I asked him to fuck me in the ass in the dark. He did it. He had no idea I was a tranny. It was really good too." We all really went crazy with this. I noticed that all of the stories the girls told indicated that they were scared about their bodies and afraid to show who they really were. Even Ella's fantasy didn't include her penis.

"Okay, how about you?" Sidra said after we had all settled down a little bit. I looked out of the corner of my eye at Cora and she shrugged. It told them in detail what had happened that night with Cora. However, I said it had happened at a different time and I didn't reveal the girls name. They had no idea it was Cora but they were impressed.

"Oh my god!" Sidra said, "That is definitely the nastiest story we have had. You totally win Iris!"

"Yeah really. That is so sick," Ella said in a way that indicated that she approved of the action. Everyone was congratulating me except for Morgan.

"Well," she said, "Okay you win that little contest. But I bet I have the biggest cock." We were all a little taken aback by this claim, but before we knew it, Morgan was unbuttoning her pants and slowly sliding out a massive, semi-erect penis. We were a little shocked, but also intrigued. She was nearly eight inches long and uncut dick, "Can anyone beat that?"

We all stood for a few seconds. Then Sidra quickly opened her pants and pulled out her own hard cock. She was a good deal smaller, around 5 inches long, but her cock was very cute. It was pink and smooth and well kempt. The momentum and now swung and I was caught up in the moment. It was nice, it was like we were all doing the secret handshake of our little club or something. Cora, Ella, and I all started getting our pants or skirts off quickly. Cora's 4 inch cock was the first out and she quickly explained that she couldn't achieve an erection. I was still trying to get my cock out and I said that I had the same condition. Ella's cock was out next and hers was around 4.5" long and looked elegant and feminine as befitted a model. Finally, my tiny, 3 inch cock was freed from my panties.

"Oh my god!" Sidra said, "That is the cutest cock I have ever seen! It is so small and girly," she said and everyone agreed. I felt intensely embarrassed. I could see that Morgan was furious that the noise over my tiny penis was a little bit more involved than the noise over her giant cock. She was shooting daggers at me through the eyes, but I was too caught up in the praise to notice.

We were all standing there with our cocks out. Suddenly, Sidra took her own cock in her hand and started to stroke it gently.

"What are you doing?" Ella asked, shocked.

"This is just so hot, look at us. I am sorry, sometimes I just can't control myself," she explained and continued to stroke her cock. Her elegant fingers were wrapped around her thick penis stroking it slowly. It was cute to see the little tip dart in and out of her palm. We were all mesmerized by her. Watching her play with herself gently. Suddenly, she began to tense. Morgan acted quickly. She took an empty wine glass from the counter next to her and held up next to Sidra's cock. It a moment Sidra moaned deeply and her cock began to spurt thick ropes of cum that Morgan artfully caught in the cup. It was a 8 oz. cup and Sidra's huge load filled a good inch.

By now Morgan was stroking her cock as well, "Come on. We are all going to do this. The person who has the biggest load wins." We were all stimulated by this idea. While Sidra sat down on the floor and watched, the rest of us began to stroke our cocks. I was completely unthinking at this point, I just wanted to stroke my cock. Cora came next, adding a few precious streams to the cup that Morgan was holding. Morgan was next and her load was pretty impressive, filling at least an ounce into the cup. Next was Ella, She came hard and put several big ropes of cum into the filling glass. There was about two and a half inches of the cup still empty and everyone's eyes were on me. I enjoy it and slowed my pace for a few seconds. If I had been thinking at that point I would have considered how crazy this scene would've been to me this morning. There was something strange going on here, but I liked it.

Suddenly, my body began to tense. My soft little cock began to shake in my hand and it soft, spongy flesh felt hot in my hand. I stood up on my tip-toes, feeling the ache as I stretched up. Then, when I couldn't stand it a second longer, my cock exploded. Ream after ream of hot, thick cum shot out of my body and landed in the waiting wine glass. It quickly filled the cup to the brim and a few precious drops even ran down the outside. The girls cheered, except for Morgan, who scowled. I really hadn't intended to make an enemy, but it seemed that I might be.

"Oh man, Iris won again!" Sidra said and carefully took the full glass out of Morgan's hand and looked at the pearly contents, "It looks pretty."

"I won the last one," Morgan said, sounding like a six year old.

"Who cares," Cora said, surprising me, "Iris won two things she is the champion."

"I didn't even know we were in a championship of any kind," I said, feeling a bit like this was getting too confrontational.

"What do you want to be your prize?" Ella asked. I looked around the room. All of the girls were standing around with their now limp cocks rest against their legs. I didn't know what I wanted to do. Suddenly, my eyes fell on Sidra and the glass that was in her hand.

"That," I said and pointed to it. They all looked where my finger was pointing.

"What?" Morgan asked.

"I want the cum," I said matter-of-factly as though I had some plan for it. Sidra smiled and carried the full glass over to me and gently set the bottom of it on my palm and I took the rim with my thumb and forefinger. I looked at it. It was pretty. It was a swirl of white shades and it felt heavy in my hand. I had never seen so much cum in my life. As a matter of fact, I had only ever seen my cum before. I smelled it and it was a thick, satiny smell and it was nice.

As I looked closer I noticed that I could sort of tell who's cum was where. There were little changes between the layers. I gently put the very tip of my right index finger into the cum. Very slowly, I started to mix it up, being extra careful not to lose any of it. I was so closely focused that I didn't notice the girls coming in closer to me, crowding around. Before I noticed there was a little semi-circle around me as I sat on the chair near the door. After a few minutes I was certain that it was well mixed.

I looked up and for the first time notice the girls looking at me and all sensing what I was going to do. Even Morgan was looking at me intently, "bottom's up, I guess," I said and lifted the glass like a toast. I brought the glass up to my lips and breathed in the aroma once again. I touched my lip to the rim of the glass and started to pour it back. My stomach was still full of piss, but all of the sudden I had plenty of room. 

The first precious drops flowed into my mouth and onto my tongue. I was instantly sorry. I was sorry that I hadn't tried my own cum earlier! It was delicious. It was thick and salty and had a kind of sweet aftertaste that was intoxicating. I swirled it around it my mouth and felt it get thick and bubbling. I swallowed it down and felt the warm, slimy feeling as it inched its way down my throat. I started to drink more, taking in an entire mouthful, it made my cheeks stretch out. I moved my tongue around in my mouth, inundating it with cum. I started playing with my cock again, masturbating while I drank the cum. Slowly I drank down the mouthful of cum and looked at the glass. It only had a few precious ounces remaining. I opened my mouth and allowed my throat to open and poured it straight down, letting it land in a hot ball in my stomach. I licked the cum clean, savoring the flavors and then set in gently next to my chair. 

At almost the exact same instant I came again. My body tensed and I shot a much smaller load of cum onto my bare leg. I scooped the cum up with my index finger and put it in my mouth. It was really hot now and the taste was even better. I was surprised to find my own cum tasted better than everyone's taken together and as I sucked it down I opened my eyes and looked at the girls. They were silent.

"Holy shit," Ella finally said, "That was raunchy." The other girls expressed similar views and they congratulated me. It felt really weird, but really nice to be the center of attention, especially on something so strange. Morgan was obviously pissed.

"I am tired. I am going to bed," she said in a very final way. Other's tried to convince her to stay but she was adamant. She rushed up stairs and closed the door. It seemed to put a damper on the evening and before I knew it, everyone was on their way to their rooms. I was upset, I was having fun. But I grabbed my skirt and headed to my room.

Chapter 4: Learning by Teaching

I decided that good things had happened the night before when I slept nude so I decided to keep going with that strategy. I removed my shirt and bra and pulled down the blankets and slipped inside. My stomach was so full and my body was so weary, I decided not to read or do anything else and I turned off the lights and before I knew it I was deep in sleep.

Several hours later I heard a noise and jolted out of sleep. I looked around and noticed that my door was open. Then, in the corner I saw Ella. She had apparently just walked in and was looking at me. At first I was a bit nervous, I mean it was odd to wake up and have someone watching me. But she spoke quickly.

"Sorry Iris," she said, sounding legitimately apologetic.

"It's alright," I said, stretching my legs under the covers and groaning a little. I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and saw that it was 3 o'clock in the morning, "Something wrong?"

"Oh no," she said and then continued to stand in the room.

"Alright, well why are you here then?" I was annoyed. It was creepy for her to just barge in and I was very tired and I was pretty sure I was getting a preview of what a hangover was like.

"Right. Well it's just. I don't you were so open out there and everything. And your story. I couldn't ever do anything like that. I mean I want to but I can't. I have to be honest. I lied before. I have never given anyone a blowjob. I have never had any sex of any kind," she said in what felt like one long, fast sentence.

"I'm sorry," I said and she continued to stand there and stare at me, "Is there something I can do about that?" I asked finally, hoping she would just slink out.

"Teach me?" she half asked and half begged. I had to work hard not to laugh. If she knew what I was really like most of the time she would have been really embarrassed to have asked me a question like that. But I looked over at her and she just looked so pathetic and also so cute, with her red hair and soft looking skin. I felt my cock getting warm and I knew I was getting horny.

"Okay, sure," I said and immediately drew a blank. I had no idea what to do. She stood and waited for me to say something for a few moments.

"What should I do," she said, standing awkwardly in the corner with her arms down, staring at her feet. Whatever little bit of boldness she had from the alcohol had obviously worn off. I just started talking.

"Well take off those clothes and come get in the bed," I said and threw the covers off of myself. She smiled and then swung into action. She was wearing a big t-shirt and she pulled it up over her head and her bare breasts stood out, small and cute off of her body. She quickly slid her panties off and her cock was hard as a rock already. She rushed over to the bed and sat down. We sat for a minute, "Let's just kiss for a while," I suggested and she smiled.

I lie back on the bed and spread my legs. She looked at my cock for a moment and then slowly lay down between my legs. The warmth from her body felt amazing and I adored the feeling of her hard cock pressing against my balls. I looked into her eyes and they were nervous and excited. She leaned forward and our lips met. She kissed very well and I put my arms around her. She put her elbows on either side of my head. I was making out with a tranny model. It felt so bizarre and so good. Our tongues touched and I tired to grab a hold of if with my teeth and she giggled.

We kissed for a few more minutes and then I had an idea, "I want you to suck on my balls," I said matter-of-factly. She didn't even hesitate. Her cock was incredibly hard and she was willing to do whatever I sad. She slid her body down mine, kissing as she went. As she passed my cock she gave my tiny, uncircumcised cock a small little kiss and my whole body felt like it was going to explode. She opened her mouth and gently took my little balls into her mouth. It was the most wonderful feeling I had ever experienced. It was so warm and it felt like a little massage. I ran my hand through her hair and she moaned while she tasted my balls, "You like that?"

"Yes," she said, her words gurgling around my balls and it made me giggle. I let her keep going for a while until I was again struck my inspiration.

"Lick my asshole," I said. I loved to play with my own asshole, I couldn't imagine what her tongue would feel like on it. Again she was quickly on it. She pushed her soft, warm tongue onto asshole. She lapped at it and it made my whole body shake. It was even better than when she licked my balls. She seemed to enjoy it as well, dipping her tongue deep into my ass and lapping at every inch of it. The feeling was amazing. I wanted to hold back, but I couldn't help myself. I slowly started to stroke my cock. She watched me playing with myself as she made her tongue rigid and shoved it hard into my asshole, as deep as she could.




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I didn't have to stroke for very long. My legs tingled and with my free hand I pushed Ella's face into my asshole. I started to cum, hard. I couldn't believe how much cum there was considering the fact that I had already cum twice that day and once the night before. But thick, white reams of cum shot out of my cock and hit Ella's forehead, hair, and face. She moaned loudly as I did this. I went limp as the last few spurts landed on Ella's body.

"You got my hair all messed up!" she said in mock anger. I decided to take care of it.

"Oh let me clean that up for you," I said. I took my cock in my hand. I had had quite a bit to drink that evening, if you will recall, and I had to piss so bad that my bladder hurt. I let go a quick rush of piss onto Ella's face. She was certainly surprised and for a second she tried to pull away. I held her in place with my hand. She quickly became comfortable as a stream of hot piss shot out of my cock and drenched her hair and face, cleaning the cum off of her. She was dripping all over my legs and the bed and I giggled as she struggled to drink some of it, but was overwhelmed. Finally, I couldn't piss anymore and I let my cock fall between my legs.

"Thanks," she said, giggling.

"Come kiss me," I said and she once again crawled between my spread legs and put her still hard cock against me. She was dripping piss on me and I could taste it on her lips and face while we kissed. She kept giggling while we kissed and soon we were both giggling as I licked the piss off of her. I sucked it out of her hair and licked it off the tips of her nipples while she moaned. She was obviously in a good deal of distress, "You want to be finished there baby?" 

"Oh god yes!" She said.

"Jack off onto my tits," I said. She quickly got on her knees between my legs and started to stroke her hard cock. It was fun to watch, her cute little nose scrunched up and she bit her lip while she pleasured herself. She was very, very horny and it only took her a few quick minutes of stroking before her face was contorting and she looked like she was about to cum. I thrust my head forward quickly, and took the tip of her penis into my mouth. She came hard as soon as my tongue hit her skin and a thick glob of cum him my teeth and nose.

"Thanks," she said, pantin heavily.

"Don't mention it," I replied, "I want you to do me a favor now."

"Anything," she said.

"I want you to suck all that cum off my body and get it in your mouth," I ordered. She looked a little uncomfortable. Then seemed to figure that she was already covered in piss and had the taste of ass and balls in her mouth. She bent over and put her little, sexy ass in the air. She started right down on top of my cock and sucked a couple small drops of cum from there. She kissed her way around my body, sucking up little bits of cum as she went. I felt like I was going to go crazy as she sucked my nipples, pulling her cum off of them. Finally, she licked the last little bit from my face.

"Give it to me. Put it in my mouth," I said and looked down at her on my throat. She grinned at me and then leaned forward and kissed me. Her mouth open and small mouthful of cum mixed with little bits of sweat and piss filled my mouth. It was so earthy and dirty. I swallowed it quickly and kissed her fully. We lay in the bed for a while and held one another. We said sweet little things to one another and I knew for a moment why people wanted to have intimate relationships.

"I think you wet your bed," she said and I giggled.

"Well get out of it so I can clean it up and go to bed," I said. She laughed and kissed me again. Then started to get up. She put on her clothes slowly, making it a show for me and I giggled.

"Thanks so much," She said and walked over to the bed and gave me a kiss.

"It was my pleasure," I said, "Just remember, just do whatever feels good." And I licked her lips.

Chapter 5: A Long Climb to the Top

I woke up the next morning and felt a bit sticky. The entire day before had been absolutely crazy. I laughed at myself and stretched until I felt completely awake. I looked over at the clock and was relatively shocked to find that I had slept until 11:15 a.m. It had been years since I had slept that late. I quickly jumped out of bed and ran over to my shower. I got a quick shower and then put on a pair of shorts and a tank-top. I decided not to bother with a bra.

I basically skipped over to my door. I couldn't ever remember being in a better mood. I opened the door and was immediately deflated. There was no one there and it was as quiet as a tomb. I looked around the house for a while but then I was certain that no one was home. I even looked in the backyard. Finally figuring out that I was alone I felt a bit dejected. It was odd, I now had what I thought I always wanted but now I didn't want it anymore. I felt like going back to sleep but I decided to force myself to do something.

I put on some boots and decided to go for a hike. I steered clear of the lake and instead I headed back towards the mountains. There was a small path leading from the back of the cabin into the woods so I headed that way. It was easy at first and the scenery was beautiful. The leaves were all getting ready to fall off but they hadn't done it yet. All of the hardwoods were turning red and yellow and it looked wonderful. As I started to climb up the side of the mountain it got more and more difficult. Was a bit tired but I kept pressing. After nearly an hour of walking I stopped to eat a sandwich and drink some water that I had packed. I sat on a rock and looked down on the lake below. I was too tired to even think. I just breathed in the beautiful air and looked.

I was maybe 900 or 1000 feet above the cabin's level and it was an absolutely breathtaking view. I found a nice spot underneath of a tree and watched the birds flying around and listened to the leaves rustle. Eventually, I was unable to keep my eyes opened and I fell into a light sleep.

Sometime later a bird of some kind cried out, possibly on a hunt. I was shaken from my sleep and was thankful that I had been. I had an hour or so walk back to the cabin and I had slept until 4:30. If I took much longer I wouldn't get back until it was dark. I carefully started down the mountain, pulling a stick out of the underbrush to act as my walking stick.

My legs felt rubbery the whole way down, but it didn't take me as long to get back but it was still well past five when I saw the lights from the cabin ahead of me. I assumed that the other girls must've gotten back from wherever they were. Suddenly I realized that maybe they had all been gone because they didn't like me. Perhaps Cora and Ella had talked about what had happened last night and Morgan convinced them I was a pervert. Maybe they waited until I left and then decided to set a trap or something for me.

My old paranoia was coming back to me and I had to fight it hard. I considered the possibilities, really weighed the odds that they hated me with the odds that they had gone out early and had not wanted to wake me and just barely, I was able to control myself. By the time I reached the back porch I was relatively certain that they didn't wish me anything but good things.

I climbed the stairs and opened the back door of the cabin. I walked inside and still there was no one there. I looked in the living room and my room and no one was around. I was starting to get nervous now. All of the cars were still there, I noticed it as I passed the window. I didn't see anyone in the front yard or anything.

"Hello?" I finally yelled out. There was silence for a split second and I felt very nervous that they were lost or something.

"Iris?" I heard a voice call from upstairs. I started to walk to the stairs.

"Yeah!" I called as I headed up.

"Hey we're in Morgan's room come on up," It was Sidra. I headed up the stairs and forgot for a moment which door belonged to Morgan. I walked and looked in one and saw Sidra's stuff, then I saw a door was already open and I walked in. All the girls were there and they were smiling and talking.

"Hey, where have you been all day?" Cora asked, looking happy to see me. I felt an internal relief. No one was angry or didn't want to see me. Even Morgan was smiling when she said hello. A sincere looking smile.

"I went for a hike," I explained, "Where have you girls been all day?" They all laughed.

"Well," Morgan said, after a brief pause, "We went to go for a walk and somehow we got lost. I don't know how we made it back here, but we just got back like an hour and a half ago and we left at like 9." They all laughed again and told stories about what had happened during the day and funny things that could've happened. It was nice, but I felt a little left out. Being all by myself had hurt me. Maybe it had always being hurting me.

"How come you didn't ask me to go," I said, trying not to sound sad, but failing. They fell all over themselves to try and deny avoiding me.

"You were sleeping, we didn't want to wake you up," They said. They seemed very earnest so I decided to believe them. They were just looking out for me.

"Well alright," I said.

"Well we did talk about you quite a bit," Sidra said, biting her lip. I looked around the room and Morgan was smiling. Ella and Cora were looking at their feet and the ceiling respectively. I knew immediately what had happened.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, feeling a bit nervous. What did this mean?

"Cora and Ella had some pretty interesting stories about you," Morgan said, giggling into her hand. She got up from the bed and walked up to me, "Sidra and I were quite offended," she looked at me again and it was the cold jealous look again.

"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling a bit nervous now, then Morgan's face broke into a smile again.

"Well apparently you are quite the little adventure. We kind of wanted to play too," she explained and then she leaned forward and kissed me hard on the lips. Her right hand went to my right breasts and soon she was squeezing and playing with it roughly. I moaned into her mouth. She broke our kiss and whispered into my ear, "I am sorry I got upset last night. I am a jerk sometimes." I whispered back into hers.

"We are friends, it's okay to fight sometimes as long as we don't let it get in the way of our friendship," I replied. She pulled back and smiled at me. I could've sworn there was a tear in her eye, but I can't be certain. 

"Come over to the bed," Sidra said and I did as I was told.

"I am going to be in charge of this affair," Morgan said, "You all have to do whatever I say." No one really felt like arguing. Morgan quickly got undressed and ordered everyone else to do the same. In a matter of minutes there was a huge pile of shorts, tank tops, skirts, panties, and bras on the floor and there were five naked girls, with cocks bobbing between our legs.

Morgan lay down on the bed and spread her legs. Her massive cock standing straight up. It really was a work of art. It was amazing that something so big and so hard could be so feminine. "Come sit on this," she said and it was obvious she was looking at me. The other girls stared at me. I think they had all planned this together on their little trip. They wanted to see me take that cock.

My asshole was essentially virgin. Nothing bigger than my thumb had ever been up my ass and I wasn't sure I could take it. I looked up at Morgan and she was smiling at me and slowly working some sort of lubricant over her hard cock. I licked my lips.

"I want it," I said and she beckoned me towards her. I started crawling on my hands and knees on the bed towards her.

"Wait," she said and I stopped, "Girls' she is going to needs a little lube. You want to help her?" I stayed right where I was and the other three girls got behind me. They sat for a moment and then each spat onto my asshole. It made me shiver and it felt wet and good. I felt a hand slowly working the spit onto my anus. I moaned and turned to see Sidra staring intently at my ass while she worked the spit onto me.

"That feels so good Sidra," I said and she gave a quick little smile. But Morgan was apparently feeling a bit impatient.

"Alright Iris," she said and I turned to face her again, "Let' go." I crawled over to Morgan and put my lips gently against the tip of her penis and kissed it. She squirmed and melted against me. I opened my mouth and took the tip of the penis into it. I swirled my tongue around on the spongy top and tickled her balls with my hand. When I felt like she had endured enough I opened my mouth and shoved her penis out with my tongue.

I then got up and turned around. I felt her hands grasp my hips and slowly she pulled me down on my knees. I could feel the tip of her penis against my right ass cheek. Sidra moved forward on the bed and reached between my leg, letting her arm rub against my testicles and making me moan. She took Morgan's cock in her hand and gently guided it against my anus. 

I took a deep breath. I couldn't remember being so excited in my entire life and the nervousness I felt was a different kind of nervousness, a happy nervousness. I felt the very tip carefully enter my ass as I slowly lowered my hips. I took one look at the girls, watching intently as the first inch entered my ass and then closed my eyes. It was the most intense feeling I had ever had. I had the sensation of stretching and stretching, but it felt so good. I wanted to move quickly, to take all of it, but I knew that I had to be careful. Slowly, my asshole strained farther and farther as it opened and allowed more and more of Morgan's cock into my ass. I began to rub my breasts with my hands and I was screaming out in pleasure as more and more of the cock entered my body. 

I kept pressing down, farther and farther and felt the cock piercing my insides. I could feel it inside of me and it was the most amazing thing in the world as my anus sucked up tight against it. I pushed down harder and was very surprised to find my ass settling gently into Morgan's lap. Her entire cock was inside of me. The other girls cheered. I could tell they were impressed and I felt like blushing. I leaned back, feeling the cock move inside of me and turned my head. I kissed Morgan and she slipped her tongue into my mouth. She ground her hips gently into me and I sat up straight. I pinched my nipples hard and moaned.

"Somebody suck her dick," Morgan said. The other three girls started to move at once but Sidra was there first. She hadn't done anything yet and she was desperate. Morgan was gently fucking my ass while she held onto my hips and Sidra lay down on her stomach. I looked down at her and she looked gorgeous. It was hard to focus, Morgan was churning my insides deliciously. Sidra opened her mouth and took my entire cock into at once. I felt a jolt go through my body. Suddenly, she opened her mouth again, opening it wide, and she scooped my balls up with her tongue. Now, my cock and my balls were in her mouth. I was moaning now, it was the most amazing feeling as Morgan's cock massaged my insides and Sidra's tongue massaged my cock.

"Someone shut her up," Morgan said in a good-natured way and I laughed in between screams, "Ella, put your cock in her mouth." Ella got up like a shot and Cora looked very sad, "Alright Cora, you can put your cock in her mouth too," Morgan replied and like that Cora was standing in front of me with Ella. They were staring down and me with lust in their eyes. I took both of their cocks in one hand, squeezing Cora's flaccid little cock tight against Ella's hard dick. They moaned together and I pulled them in closer. I opened my mouth pushed their cocks in. I took them in as deep as I could, I could feel their testicles on my chin. I felt like choking, but I kept bathing them with my tongue. Ella and Cora were so close together, they decided that they might as well make out. While I sucked their cocks they played with each other's tits and kissed each other lightly. 

All this time, Sidra was still sucking on my entire penis and Morgan was still fucking my asshole. We were all quiet for a while, just moving in a rhythm together, all of us moving at the same speed and doing the same thing. It felt magical. But it couldn't last forever. Suddenly my mouth was filled with hot cum. I looked up and Cora's eyes were squeezed shut. She grunted and then carefully pulled her cock out of my mouth and fell to the bed, panting. Ella kept fucking my mouth and I kept Cora's hot cum in my mouth, bathing Ella's dick in it. It tasted so good I can't even describe it. I know that Ella liked it too because before long she was cumming too. She had a good deal more cum than Cora and it filled my mouth. I swallowed it down while her cock was still in my mouth. She pulled out of me and fell to the bed as well.

Suddenly, Morgan began to pull harder on my hips. She was starting to buck harder and it was jostling me and Sidra around like crazy. Suddenly she screamed out loudly and dug her fingernails deep into my skin. I felt her cock expand and I felt her hot cum shooting up into my ass, filling it. She kept fucking for a while, as more and more cum squirted into my ass. It started to ooze out of my asshole and I looked down. Sidra was licking the cum off of my asshole now, but still keeping my cock stuffed in her cheek. The image was more than I could handle. I started cumming in big spurts. Filling her mouth, overflowing it and then making a small puddle on the bed. I collapsed in a heap back onto Morgan. 

We all sat panting for a minute and then I slowly started to work Morgan's now limp cock out of my ass. I couldn't believe how good it felt when it was slipping out. I looked at the girls and then I had a kinky idea. Morgan was still almost passed out, panting, so I took the opportunity to make a suggestion.

"Ella, Sidra," I said, and they looked at me, "Come lay on the bed," I said and they did as they were told. I directed them to lay on their backs with their heads facing opposite directions. I had Sidra drape her left leg over Ella's right and had Ella do the same. Then I directed them to scoop together until their cocks were against one another, "Okay," I said.

I directed Cora to hold their cocks together and then I straddled them. I figured that Morgan had done a pretty good job of stretching out my asshole. I crouched down and guided their cocks against my anus. It was a bit more difficult to get it started, but all at once, the tips of both of their cocks were in my ass. I carefully slid down, working as I did before. It was just as good this time, if not better. They stretched me in weird ways and it was harder than when Morgan did it because it couldn't give one way or the other. I asked Cora to suck my cock while I continued to inch my way down the cocks. I closed my eyes for the last few minutes, working the cocks into me. Before long they were completely inside of me.

I opened my eyes and was a bit startled to see Morgan's cock an inch from my face. I looked down and Cora was gently sucking on my cock and Morgan was straddling her back, "Want to suck the ass off of my dick?" she asked and I bit my lip. I opened my mouth and took the tip of her penis into me again. I could taste the thick, savory flavor of my asshole and I opened my throat and started to take more and more of Morgan's cock into my mouth. This was a good deal easier than with my ass and before long I had her whole cock inside of me. I closed my eyes and focused on her cock, massaging it with my tongue trying not to bite it. She came quickly, shooting her cum straight down my throat and into my stomach.

This got me going as well. I happened to cum just as Cora was readjusting my cock in her mouth and I ended up shooting jizz all over her face. As I did this, I started to rock my hips harder. I looked to either side of me and saw Ella and Sidra, rubbing their breasts and slapping their balls together. I pushed down once, very hard and that was all they could take. They both came quickly, filling my asshole yet again with cum. I let them stay there for a moment and then I enjoyed the slick feeling of the cocks sliding out of my body. 




Prescription for Blossoming



Everyone was tired and sticky now. We crawled around on the bed, putting out heads on each other's stomach and breasts, cupping each other cocks and balls. Soon we were in a gigantic, comfortable pile. No one spoke, we were all to sore and tired. We simply fell asleep that way. 

The rest of the week followed in roughly the same way. No evening was ever exactly the same, but it was always beautiful. I always felt loved by them and I never felt that I had to hold anything back. When the week ended, we all went our separate ways. I was going back to the world that I was afraid of, but I was a good deal less afraid now. I would see the girls again, I knew. We already had plans for next month's get away.

The End

Hey everyone, hope you liked this as much as I do. I know some of the stuff isn't for everyone, but I have to write what I like. Please comment, because I really like to know what you think, even if you don't like it. 



Prescription for Bondage



Life seemed to return to normal after the "dress shop incident." Teresa was happily married. Cheryl had finished college and had a good job. Then, one day about a year after the last incident, I returned home from work to find Maria sitting at the dining room table, sobbing with her head buried in her hands. 

Someone at the mall had actually recognized her from the porno flick we had been forced to make. This stranger had actually come up to her and upon determining that she was 'Cinderella,' had proceeded to fondle her right there in the department store. A store employee had started to come to her aid, but when the man told the employee where he had seen Maria, the employee laughed and walked away. Maria pushed the man away and ran from the store in tears. 

This incident seemed to bring back emotions that had been long repressed in her. We both agreed that it would be a good idea to talk to a professional about these feelings.

I made some inquiries, and found someone who had been counseling couples for over twenty years and had a good reputation. I made an appointment for both of us to see him. 

I briefly described for him the ordeals we had endured. I told him of being abducted on our first date, of being blackmailed into making the porno movie, and of the dress shop incident. I did think it was strange that he suggested I bring the copy of the video we had been forced to make, but I figured he knew what he was doing. 

The first few appointments were relatively uneventful. He didn't really say much. He just listened to what we had to say. That made what happened at our fourth meeting come as a complete shock. 

He had a very well-appointed office in a large office building downtown. The receptionist was not at her desk when we arrived. The doctor himself met us, which he had not done before. 

He suggested that Maria go in alone first. He told me he would make a point of leaving the intercom to the receptionist on, in order that I could hear what was going on. 

Maria and our therapist entered the office alone and he shut the door. He had not said much at the earlier meetings, but now he had plenty to say. 

Maria was "sexually repressed." She needed to "act out" to overcome these "neuroses," and thereby achieve "self-actualization." 

He told her to stand up. She apparently did so. He told her to turn around, slowly. Momemts later, he commented on what a beautiful woman she was. 

Apparently, the receptionist was already in the inner office. The doctor instructed her to take out the "first device" and insert it. Maria started to whimper, and I had to wonder what kind of therapy this was. What should I do?

Just then, on the intercom, the therapist instructed me to come in. I entered the room to see the receptionist pulling Maria's slacks down below her thighs. Accomplishing that, she pushed aside her panties and inserted a metal device into her pussy. The receptionist then told Maria to pull the pants back up. 

The therapist instructed me to take Maria's hand and lead her on a walk outside around the building. The receptionist would follow behind us, carrying a remote contral device. I don't know why we didn't just end the therapy right there, but we didn't. 

In the elevator going down to the lobby, the receptionist pointedly turned the dial on her control, and Maria squirmed and moaned. Another passenger joked that he would "have what she's having." Everyone laughed. I laughed, too, until I saw that Maria was trying not to cry. 

Outside, we walked around the block. It was still the lunch hour, and the walkways were crammed with people. Many of them couldn't help stopping and staring at the pretty woman walking (or trying to walk) while in obvious passion. 

I tried to lead her as quickly as possible back around to the building entrance. As we entered the building lobby, the receptionist turned her dial as high as it would go. Maria's screams of, "Oh, my God," were met with disapproving stares. Breathing heavily between her moans, she begged me to get her back to the office as quickly as possible. 

Finally, we made it back to the office. Meeting us, the doctor informed us that we needed to confront our past in order to overcome it. "It won't be easy, but you will thank me later," he told us. 

Motioning us into the inner office, we saw various bondage devices that had apparently been set up there while we were outside. The receptionist closed and locked the door behind us. "This will be for your own good," the doctor said. "Trust us."

With a nod from the therapist, the receptionist pulled down Maria's pants, and pushing aside her panties, pulled out the device that had been earlier inserted there. 

The receptionist then pushed her pants down to her ankles, and ordering her to step out of them, pulled them away. Next came her blouse. Her bra was unhooked and pulled away. The receptionist then pulled down her panties, but only after letting her hand linger inside her crotch. Maria was now standing totally naked in front of all of us. 

Looking at me, the therapist intoned that it was important that the two of us share everything together. "That is what couples do," he said. The receptionist then proceeded to undress me.

When everything but my underwear was removed, it was apparent that I had become aroused by all of this. Getting down on her knees in front of me, she slowly pulled down my briefs, exposing my erection. 

She looked pleadingly at her boss, and he nodded. Her tongue began to lovingly explore my shaft and balls. Quickly, she proceeded to sucking on it as deeply as she could. She had a way of bringing me close to orgasm and then pulling away. After teasing me in this way a few times, she let me explode into her mouth. 

I hadn't even noticed Maria's situation during this time. After the receptionist was through with me, I noticed Maria was on her knees with her arms bound behind her. She was blindfolded. Clips were attached to her nipples, with wires that ran to a type of generator. Resting on her knees, she was sitting on another device with similar wires. 

Speaking softly in Maria's ear, her therapist instructed her that she should not be "afraid to explore her sexuality." He then turned the knobs on his generator. Maria twisted and moaned. 

When Maria gave them the intense orgasm they were looking for, she was congratulated on the progress she had made in her therapy. Then the therapist would again turn up the power on her. Again she would cum for them. The process was repeated--again and again all through the afternoon. 

With my hands tied, I was basically the plaything of the receptionist. She had the whole afternoon to play with me, and she could be very creative. (Our therapist said we needed to be more "creative" in our sexual relationship, and I guess she was giving me some suggestions.) 

Maria's pleadings of "no more" were ignored until late in the afternoon. Finally, the doctor removed her blindfold and untied her. The receptionist untied me. 

Helping her to her feet, the therapist informed her that Maria had one more step to complete in order to fully come to terms with her past. 

Popping a DVD into the player, what did we see come on the television screen but the porno flick Maria and I had been forced to make with her daughters. The therapist told us we had to watch this there together and see that it was nothing but a film. It was not real. And to show our contempt for being made to participate in it, we would masturbate together as we watched it. 

There on the screen was Maria, crying as Cheryl flogged her tits, while Teresa held her in place. There was Maria, spreadeagled and bound, as her daughters applied clamps to her pussy lips and nipples. There was Maria, making love on camera to her 22 year old daughter. When it came to the scene of me and Maria in bed together, the therapist momentarily stopped the tape. 

"While you watch this scene, I want both of you to face each other and masturbate," he instructed. 

We both hesitated.

"Trust me," he asserted. "It is necessary for your therapy." 

Reluctantly, Maria and I faced each other. The tape began again. There were Maria and I, making love together for what was actually the first time. And our first time was on camera in a movie we were blackmailed into making. 

Anger was welling up inside me. How dare they do that do us, I thought. I stroked me cock harder and harder, as if strangling our former abductors. Maria also was moving her fingers faster and harder both in and around her pussy. We both came together, just as the characters on the television screen were being forced to cum. 

Maria and I then got dressed. On the way home, I casually commented that maybe our love-making could be spiced up a little bit. Maria just smiled and whispered in my ear, "We'll see."



Prescription for Pleasure



People involved in this story

Chris Turner age 18
Chris's Mom Carol Turner age 39 
Carol's Sister Aunt Deanna Craig, The Doctor age 42 
Deanna's Nurse Holly Johnson age 36 
Dr. Georgia Witkin Deanna's professor age 52 



Prologue

Chris' father died when he was young and while he missed him, his mother filled his life with more than enough love. Yet, some problems a young man wants to talk over with his father. As embarrassing as Chris's problem was, it finally comes out in the open and his life is changed forever.

Chapter one

Chris got home after football practice and his balls really hurt, so he decided to try and jerk off before his mom came home from work. He reached inside his bedside table to retrieve the lotion he used for jerking off when suddenly it felt as if someone was stabbing him in the balls. The next thing he knew he was lying on the floor and his mother was shaking him.

Carol had come home from work and hollered for Chris. When she did not hear him reply, she started looking for him and when she went into his room she found him passed out on his bedroom floor. She started shaking him and said, "Chris, Chris, wake up, wake up! What is wrong honey?"

As Chris started coming to, he looked up at his mom and said. "Nothing mom, I'm fine. I must have just rolled off the bed. Really I'm all right." He realized immediately she was not going to buy it. 

"You are not fine! Don't give me that bullshit! Just look at you! You're sweating like you are on fire." Carol told him.

Chris looked up at her and said "Really mom, I'm fine. I don't know what happened. Just give me a few minutes and I'll be fine."

Worried about her son Carol picked up her cell phone and called her sister Deanna and when the nurse answered the phone Carol spoke. "Hello Holly, this is Carol. Is Deanna in?"

After describing the situation to Holly, Holly told her to bring Chris right in and she would tell her sister all the details and to be expecting her in a few minutes.

Chris tried to convince his mom all the way to his Aunt Deanna's office everything was fine but she was having none of it. She was going to find out what was wrong with her son one way or another. As they were pulling in the parking lot Chris begged her to take him to another doctor and he would explain to her what his problem was.

She parked the car and said. "What can be so horrible you cannot let Deanna look at you? She has been your doctor, since the day you were born. Besides she loves you like you were own son. "

Knowing there wasn't another way out, Chris finally told her. "Mom, it's a man thing. It would be awful embarrassing talking to Aunt Deanna about my problem."

Carol replied quickly with tears in her eyes. "Baby, I love you more than anything in this world and your Aunt does too. You can talk to me about anything. There is no need to be embarrassed. I know there are certain things that would be easier for you to talk to your Dad about but I am all you have and it would just break my heart if something were to happen to you."

Chris started to feel bad for his mother so he told her. "Mom don't worry about it; let's just get this over with. I will be all right, and you're right, Aunt Deanna is a great doctor and she's always been there for us. Before we go in though, you have to promise not to laugh at my problem. Now promise!"

"I promise baby, I would never laugh at you." Carol said.

As they entered the doctor's office, Holly approached them and said. "C'mon in, I have a room already waiting for you. Just follow me."

As they followed behind Holly, Chris could not help but admire her smooth long legs and shapely ass. Chris thought. 'I sure would like to get a piece of that fine ass.' While he was thinking about the things he could do with her, he could feel the familiar stirring in his loins and he hoped he would not get a hard-on in front of his mother.

After entering the room Holly had prepared, she told Chris to have a seat on the examination table so she could take his vital signs. Meanwhile Carol took a seat on the empty chair beside the table.

After recording Chris's vital signs, Holly told Chris. "Your vital signs look great Sport. Now, what seems to be the problem?"

Chris replied. "I think I would much rather discuss that with the doctor. It's really kind of personal."

Being very understanding, Holly turned to him and said. "I understand, it's a man problem. She will be right with you. " With that she turned and exited the room.

Chris then turned to his mom and asked her. "You don't mind if I talk to Aunt Deanna alone, do you? I just think I would be a little more comfortable talking to her in private about my problem, if you don't mind?"

"Well, if you think you would be more comfortable, I guess it would be all right but I want you to know there isn't anything in the world you cannot say in front of me. I just want the best for you. I will be waiting for you in the waiting room when you get through but promise me, you will explain to me what's going on after Dee (that's what mom always called his Aunt Deanna) sees you." Carol told him.

As she got up to leave, Chris could see she was hurt so he grabbed her by the hand and said. "I'm sorry mom, I love you, please stay. It's just a very awkward situation with you being my mother and what my problem is." 

At that very instant Deanna busted through the door and said. "All right you two, what's the big emergency?"

Carol explained to Deanna how she had come home and found Chris passed out on his bedroom floor sweating profusely. She told her sister. "I've tried to get him to tell me what the problem is but all I can get out of him is it's personal."

Not ever being one to mince words Deanna looked at Chris and said. "I'll bet you're having trouble with your penis. Is that right? You haven't been having unprotected sex have you?"

Carol gasped. Even though she knew he had girlfriends, she just never thought about him having sex with one of them. He had always been her baby. Suddenly it made sense; that's why he was embarrassed, his problem was with his penis.

Somewhat shocked, Chris replied. "No, of course not, it's worse than that and a whole lot more embarrassing."

His mom asked. "What could be worse than having an STD?"

Rubbing his arm with one hand and placing a stethoscope to his heart with the other hand Deanna told Chris. "Don't worry honey, what ever the problem is, I promise to fix you right up. Besides, you probably can't tell me anything I haven't heard before. So just come out with it."

Looking down at the floor, Chris blurted out with tears in his eyes. "All right, enough already, I can't cum and it hurts like hell!" 

Startled, Deanna asked. "You mean, you can't ejaculate?"

"Yes ma'am." Chris replied.

"You mean never, you haven't ever ejaculated?" A concerned Deanna asked.

"Yes, uhh, I mean no. I uhh, mean yes I have ejaculated before, just not recently. It's just that now when I try to, I can't, and it really hurts." Chris stammered.

As shocked as Carol was, she was even more concerned and said. "How long has this been going on? You should have told me, I would've understood. I might be your mother but I'm no prude."

Before Chris could reply, Deanna said. "Okay you two, there is no need crying over spilt milk. Let's see if we cannot find out what the problem is. Chris, take off your pants and let me inspect your penis and testicles."

Seeing the trepidation on Chris's face, is Deanna looked at him and said. "Remember, I'm a doctor and your Aunt. I've seen you naked plenty of times, so there is no need to be embarrassed."

Chris quipped. "Yes you have seen me naked before but that was when I was little and I'm a grown man now. There's a big difference."

"Nonsense, you don't have anything I haven't seen before. Now get those pants off so I can find out what's wrong with you." Deanna told him.

As nervous as Chris was, he found it unusually exciting just thinking about his sexy Aunt holding his cock. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock as he pulled his pants down. He only hoped his cock would not get hard with his mom sitting there.

As he pulled his pants off, he looked to see if his mother would turn away but instead she was staring right at his midsection. As he pulled his boxers down, both his Aunt and Mother each drew a deep breath when his huge cock flopped out.

Both women were surprised by the size of his cock. It looked to be about 9 inches long and very thick, and he was still soft. Despite the taboo they both wondered what it would be like to have it inside them. Chris could not help but take notice of how the women admired his cock. His girlfriends always had a surprised and scared look on their faces when they first saw it. His Aunt and Mom didn't look like that. He just wasn't sure if the difference, was good or bad.

After taking a moment to admire her Nephew's mammoth cock, Deanna composed herself and said. "Well, let's see what's wrong with your penis." With that, she took his balls in one hand and began to examine them.

As she examined Chris's balls she asked him. "Are your testicles always this big?"

As Chris looked down at them he thought, 'that would be like me asking you if you're tits are always that big? As he stared at her beautiful tits he replied. "Yes ma'am, they're not swollen or anything."

With one hand on his balls, Deanna moved her other hand up and down examining Chris's cock. While she was genuinely examining him, she loved the feeling of having her hands on such a lovely cock. She could feel the veins throbbing in her hand and she loved the way the large mushroom head sat upon the end of his cock. She could feel it growing in size by the second. She knew she had to stop before things got out of hand so she released him and said. "I can't find anything wrong with your penis or testicles. Tell me, just exactly when do you have the severe pain?"

Chris explained to her the only time he had severe pain was when he had a hard-on and could not cum and until a few weeks ago everything was all right.

Sitting there and watching her sister run her hand up and down her son's cock was having a strange effect on Carol. She could feel herself getting wet. While Chris was her son, he was still a man, a man with a nice sized cock, and she had not had one in a long time. Sure, she had dated since Chris's father died, but work and raising Chris did not leave her a lot of social time. She thought for a second. 'If I had known he had a cock like that, I would have taught him a thing or two.' Shaking the thought from her head she asked her sister, "What are you going to do? Aren't there some kind of tests you can run?"

Deanna looked at her sister and told her. "Yes there are some tests I can run but I don't think it's anything serious. I seem to remember a case like this back when I was in school, my professor Dr. Witkin told me about. She said a young man about Chris's age had a similar problem but with the proper therapy, he was healed in a matter of months. Let me get Holly in here to take some measurements and I will get Dr. Witkin on the phone to refresh my memory on the case." 

Genuinely concerned Carol asked, "Measurements, what kind of measurements? What kind of therapy? What are you talking about?"

"I need to get measurements of his penis and testicles. I need to be able to tell Dr. Witkin his size so she can give refresh my memory and give me the proper diagnosis. I will discuss it all with you when I'm through talking to Dr. Witkin," Deanna replied.

After leaving the room and informing Holly of the situation, Deanna went to her office to call Dr. Witkin. After being put on hold she began thinking back to her time in college when she and Dr. Witkin had had a brief but torrid love affair. It was her first experience with another woman. Even though she enjoyed it thoroughly, she also loved the feel of a big strong hard cock between her legs mercilessly pounding her pussy into oblivion. Her nephew definitely had one of those.

She was jolted from her train of thought when suddenly someone spoke into the phone. "This is Dr. Witkin; may I ask who is calling?" 

"Dr. Witkin, it's me Deanna Tracy. How are you doing? I know we haven't talked in a long time but I have a problem with a patient of mine that I think you can help me with. Do you remember the case you told me about when I was back in college? You remember the one where the boy had a large penis and could not ejaculate." Deanna asked.

"Oh yes, I remember the case very well. How old is your patient and just exactly how big is his penis? I might need to come and check him out myself." Dr. Witkin chuckled.

Deanna laughed. "Oh, he's plenty big. Thinking about it, you might be right; I might need you on this one, besides I haven't seen you in a while. It would be nice to see you, if not for anything else just for old times' sake."

While Deanna was talking with Dr. Witkin, Holly had begun taking Chris's measurements. She tried to be professional but she could not help but admire the young man's cock. It was long and thick and to her it was the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. She knew eventually she was going to have to seduce the young man and give him her own examination.

Watching the nurse holding her son's cock in her hand, Carol could not help but wish it was her holding his cock instead of the nurse. It had been so long since she had even touched one. She quickly asked. "Do you need some help with that Holly? I could hold it while you measure him."

Holly answered. "If you don't mind, it would make it a lot easier. There are some gloves in the cabinet right over your head."

"That's alright, I don't need them." Carol replied as she practically leapt out of her chair to help the nurse.

Carol was in heaven holding on to Chris's cock. 'It was perfect in every way. I don't know where he gets his size from. His father was never that big. Not by long shot.' She thought.

Holly measured his cock to be 8 ½ inches in length and 3 inches around. Each of his testicles measured 2 ½ inches around or about the size of golf balls. When she finished she looked at Chris and Carol and said. "I forgot to ask the doctor if she wanted me to measure him in a state of arousal. I better go ask her real quick. I'll be right back."

Holly knew there was no medical reason to take a measurement of Chris while he was fully aroused but she hoped the doctor would let her because she really wanted to know just how big his cock was when fully hard. She knew it would be huge, besides what harm was there in playing with such a beautiful cock?

Carol wondered why they would need measurements of his cock hard but she figured Deanna knew best. She wanted to see how big it would be anyway. This way she wouldn't have to spy on him to find out.

Deanna was still talking with Dr. Witkin when Holly knocked and opened her door. Deanna put her hand over the phone and asked Holly. "Well, did you get the measurements?"

"Yes ma'am but after you told me his condition I forgot to ask you if you wanted me to take measurements of when he was soft and another set when he was fully aroused." Holly replied.

"By all means, I need a set of each of the measurements. Dr. Witkin reminded me we need a sperm sample too. You go ahead and measure him again. I will be through talking with Dr. Witkin in just a few minutes and I will assist you in retrieving the sperm sample. By the way, what were the first measurements you to took?" Deanna asked.

Holly walked over to the doctor's desk and showed her what she had written down. Looking over the measurements Deanna asked her. "Are you sure this is right? Well, go ahead and get started and I'll be right in."

After Holly had left Chris's room, Chris could not help but realize his mom was still holding onto his cock. He had never thought of his mother in a sexual way, yet with the way she was standing there holding on to him; he suddenly realized what a beautiful and sensuous woman she was, and here she was standing before him holding his cock. Before he could realize it his cock began to stir in his mother's hands. Quickly, Chris said. "Uhh mom, you can let go now. I think she is through." 

"I uhh, guess you are right. I don't know what I was thinking." Carol said.

Chris was just beginning to put his boxers back on when Holly entered the room and said. "Whoa there big boy, you better leave them off. We still have a couple of things to do. First, the doctor said we need to take some measurements of you in a state of full arousal. So let's get started. Carol would you please hand me some gloves out of the cabinet over there and a tube of the lube there on the second shelf, please."

Holly then instructed Chris to lie back on the table and relax. Looking into his eyes, she smiled and sensuously said. "Don't worry sweetie, let Nurse Holly make you feel all better. I promise to be gentle. This isn't going to hurt one bit."

Chris loved the way she talked and felt at ease. As she turned to put the glove on, he admired her perfect shapely ass. He watched every move she made as she turned to him and slowly began stroking his cock. It felt so good, a lot better than any of the girls who had given him handjobs, and a whole lot better than when he did it himself. This was a beautiful grown woman playing with his cock. He closed his eyes and imagined her sucking him off. With the image in his mind, it did not take long for his cock to begin to harden. He had almost forgotten, his mother was in the room until he felt someone touch his arm. He immediately opened his eyes and looked up to see his mother intently staring at his cock. He thought he would find it embarrassing by getting a hard-on in front of his mother but it was the exact opposite, it turned him on that much more. At first he thought he was imagining it but it didn't take long for him to realize it was turning her on too. Her breathing had become ragged and he could tell she was blushing. He thought. 'Damn, my own Mom is getting turned on watching me get hard. I can't believe it. Not only that, she is still one hot looking babe. I wonder why I never noticed before.'

Suddenly his train of thought was broken when Holly said. "There now, I think you are as aroused as you are going to get. Carol would you hand me that tape measure over there so we can finish these measurements for the doctor."

After a moment of stunned silence Holly asked, "Carol, Carol, are you all right?"

As if shaken from a trance, Carol replied. "Uhh, Uhh, yes I'm fine. The tape measure, the tape measure, uhh where is it? Oh there it is, right behind me."

Carol handed Holly the tape measure and said. "Do you need me to hold his cock still you while you measure it? I don't think you can get the proper measurement with it flopping around like it is."

Chris could not believe it. Did he hear right? His mother called his penis a cock. Upon hearing her words he became much more excited and his cock began to swell even more. He had never been this hard in his entire life. He suddenly realized, even though his cock was extremely hard, it didn't hurt. He thought. 'Why am I not in excruciating pain? For the last two weeks, every time I've tried to jerk off it has hurt like hell.'

"Mrs. Turner, of course I am going to need your help. It's way too big for me to handle it and the tape measure." Holly replied.

Before Holly could get the words out of her mouth Carol grabbed a hold of Chris's cock and tried to hold it down. Pinning it to his stomach Holly began to measure it. "Oh my," Holly gasped. "It's 10 ¾ inches long and 4 ¼ inches thick. I don't believe I have ever seen a penis this big! " She blurted out.

While Holly was writing down the measurements, Chris noticed his mother's breathing had become ragged and instead of just holding his cock, she was gently stroking it. He thought at that very moment he was in heaven. Suddenly the door opened and his aunt entered the room with a specimen cup in her hand.