Orgasm Therapy, Chapter 4

by Pulsar

Nurse Amy arrived at work before sunrise. The corridors were silent and lifeless as she walked toward the pediatric ward clad in her scrubs and sweater. The morning was cool and crisp, and therefore too chilly for her uniform dress. She carried a large plastic bag in hand as she made way for the nurse's station. Once she reached the desk, she threw down the bag in resignation.

"G'morning, sunshine!" quipped the night nurse who now prepared to end her shift.

"This really bites!" Amy mumbled as she shook the sleep from her head. "Well, I'll start preparing the meds."

And as all the pre-adolescent patients were still sleeping, Amy prepared the morning dosage of medications and slowly walked about the short corridor to listen for any activity. But finally, as the girls began to wake up one by one, she would make her rounds to see how they were doing. Those who were incontinent had diapers changed while others she simply escorted to the toilet. Yet Katie was the one whom she was fixated on. When she entered Katie's room, the young patient was beginning to stir. "Good morning, Katie," she said. "How'd we sleep?"

Yet the twelve-year-old Katie only replied with a fussy protest while holding a pacifier in her mouth. And thus Amy yanked away the bedding and slid her hand into the diaper. "Oh! We're wet again!" she said. "Can you practice using the potty?" Nevertheless, she ripped the tape and freed the heavy wet and warm diaper from Katie's developing pelvis. But Katie only curled up again in her fetal position, still suckling her pacifier. "C'mon honey. Let's get you all clean!" But Katie only protested at the sensation of that cold wet wipe on her nether regions. "Oh, that's cold, isn't it!" continued Amy. "We need to learn to use the potty like the big girls!"

Yet as Amy cleaned her up, Katie fussed and groaned the whole time, never bothering to eject the pacifier. Finally, Amy reached over and boldly tugged on the pacifier. "Can we go without this for a while?"

Yet once the comforting dummy was free from her mouth, she began to wail in protest. "Mwaaaaah!" she cried out, breaking the morning silence in the ward.

"Okay, okay!" said Amy as she surrendered it back to her patient. "Here!" And in spite of Dr. Lamberts' admonitions, she leaned down and kissed her patient on the cheek. "You're so adorable!" she cooed with a soft loving voice. "Now, let's try sitting on the potty."

But when she coaxed her up into a sitting position, Katie resisted. It was her first time to actually resist any direction from the staff. She collapsed back down on the bed and pulled the sheet over her head, mumbling a line of incoherent babble.

"Now Katie, I'm not gonna hurt you!" assured Amy. "C'mon dear!" she said as she yanked the sheet from her head.

But Katie made eye contact, albeit briefly, before looking away. "Amy not pretty!" she mumbled, still holding the pacifier in her mouth.

Amy gasped. "Huh? Why Katie! You said my name! Very good! Can you do that again!"

"Amy NOT pretty!" repeated Katie with a protest, refusing to look at her.

"Oh... Katie! Dr. Lambert will be soooo proud of you for talking but... say, I'm not crazy about your opinion!" With that, she stood up. "Well, it's my first day of the new shift. It's early. You're probably right! I bet I look hideous! I was half asleep when I got ready this morning." Yet once again, she sat down on the bed. "Well, I'm still proud of you," she continued. "You don't have to think I'm pretty. I'll still love you."

But Katie only whined as she attempted to cover her head again.

"Well, I'll be back later to take you to breakfast," said Amy as she left the room.

She returned to the nurse's station as the night nurse was preparing to leave. "I'll be right back," she said seizing her bag. "I'm gonna go change. It was just a cool morning so I wore these scrubs." And with that, she retired to the staff room where she undressed from the pants and shirt and slid into her form-fitting and brief-cut white dress. She took one look in the mirror and quickly combed her hair again as she straightened her dress. She felt slightly naked at the sight of her long bare legs stretching below the hem of the skirt, all the way down to her knee socks. "Well, so I'm not THAT pretty... but still, not bad," she mumbled to herself, feeling somewhat sexy.

She felt a tingling rush as she stepped back out into the hallway, her body now on display. "Okay, I'm ready. You can leave now," she said to the out-going nurse. And so she checked on her patients again, this time coaxing them toward the little dining room. For soon the food staff would be bringing in the morning meal.

When she entered Katie's room, she found her patient hiding once again under the sheets. "Katie honey, let's go eat! Let's get some yummy in your tummy!"

Katie mumbled another burst of incoherent protests, yet slowly rolled over. When she made eye contact, there stood the tall nurse in her short little dress and long legs. She gasped as she stared at the curvy figure, long thighs and bony kneecaps. "Amy pretty!" she said approvingly.

"Oh!" gasped Amy. "So I'm pretty now? Well... thank you, honey! I feel so much better !" And this time, Katie did not resist when Amy sat down and coaxed her out of bed.

Once Kaite sat up, she reached out and squeezed Amy's bare knee. "Amy pretty!" she repeated as she let her fingers glide up Amy's thigh, savoring that silky smooth skin. And so Amy stood up and led her out in the hall and into the small dining room. With Amy's coaxing, she took a few bites with a spoon, but had to finish getting her nutrition by way of the old baby bottle. Amy had to make rounds around the table, coaxing a few other girls to eat with a spoon as well.

When Dr. Lambert arrived about eight o'clock, Amy rushed to meet her as she unlocked her office door. "Doctor! Doctor! Katie did it! She talked! She said my name today!"

"Oh my!" gasped Dr. Lambert. "Incredible!"

"Really?"

"Yes. Now, it's after eight! It's time for her first treatment of the day. Before she goes to bed tonight, I want her to have had eight orgasms!"

"Yes, Doctor!"

"Oh Amy, and then you'll need to give Ashley her first treatment of the day. I'll get started on her daily treatment plan."

"Yes, Doctor!" And thus she turned away.

"Oh and Amy! Then we're starting on Misty! We'll see how she responds!"

"Oh my! Misty? She's a cute one!"

"Yes..." agreed Dr. Lambert with a seductive evil grin. "And Amy... I loooooove that dress on you!"

"Uh... th- thank you, Doctor!" replied Amy with a bashful grin.

A short time later, Amy had Katie on her back in the exam room with legs in the air. "Well, let's have a look at you, hon," she said as she savored the sweet innocent body. "Does Katie wanna go cum-cum?" she asked.

Katie began to breathe louder and heavier. "Buzzzzzzzz!" she replied.

"Ah! You like the 'buzzzzz' don't you!" said Amy with a grin. "C'mon now! Tell me what you want? Can Katie use words? What does Katie want?"

Once again, she simply said, "bizzzzzzz!"

With that, Amy took the vibrator in her free hand as she held her patient's legs up in a 'diaper' position with the other. She turned it on to let the sound fill the room. "Ah! Bzzzz! Is that what you want?" And thus she slowly brought it toward those little longing pink swollen lips between those legs. She gently placed it against the labia to let the warm vibration send sparks through her body.

Katie rocked her head back and moaned loudly in ecstasy. But after a few seconds, Amy lifted the vibrator away. Naturally, Katie let loose a string of whiny protests. "Use words, honey! Tell nurse Amy what you want!" coaxed Amy as she held that buzzing vibrator several inches away from that gaping desperate little cunny.

Katie moaned in protest again and flexed her legs. "Bzzzzz!" she said again.

"Yes, I know! But that's not a real word," said Amy. "Tell Amy what Katie wants."

"Uh... uh..." grunted Katie as she kicked her legs about in Amy's clutch. "K... K... Katie want cum-cum!" she cried out.

"Oh my!" gleamed Amy. "That was much better!" With that she gently placed the vibrator back on to those nether lips starving for attention.

And once again, Katie thrust her pelvis upward and moaned rather boisterously. "Oooooh! Ooooh!" she cried out over her heavy breaths as her eyes closed. Soon, her legs broke free as she bent her knees and brought them to her chest. As Amy gently moved the vibrator all around her lips and swollen clit, Katie ran her hands all up and down her own shins and bent knees, then her thighs and bottom, rubbing around all over. "Ooooh! Aaaaaah!" she cooed.

"Katie like cum-cum?" asked Amy.

"Katie want cummy-cum!" cried the patient, now drifting among the clouds of ecstasy.

"Katie ready to cum?" asked Amy.

"Ooooh! Ooooh! Cummy-cum-cum!" cried Katie as she breathed louder and heavier. Soon, her moans gave into high squeals. Her legs suddenly jerked hard as her back arched. Then, a single jet of fluid shot forth. She screamed as if she were in pain, yet she humped upward into the vibrator hard and fast. Only after many seconds did she begin to calm down.

"Oh my, that was another BIG one!" noted Amy.

"Ooooh! Ooooh!" moaned Katie as she gasped for air. And having been satisfied, she rolled over on her side once again and sucked her thumb. "Ooooh! Katie big cum-cum!" she said with a sigh.

"Yes, and you're using words. You're a very good girl!" said Amy. "Now, why don't we go back to the ward for a quick rest so... so you'll be able to perform again, later."

Yet in another time and place, in the old established English school, young Jan Lambert entered the headmaster's office with short fiery red hair as always, bespectacled in horn-rimmed glasses, and knobby-kneed in her brief school kilt. "Miss Lambert! You call this... this SMUT a thesis?!" roared the angry voice behind the desk as he slammed the folder down . "This is a disgrace to this fine learning institution and defies all decency that our society holds dear! Now what do you have to say for yourself before you're expelled!?"

The nervous fourteen-year-old swallowed hard, yet dared to approach the angry headmaster. "Smut?" she said with confidence. "Decency? Yes, let's talk about that, Mr. Fellows!" With that, she dared to lean forward until their faces were but inches apart. "Let's talk about desire! YOUR desires! Let's talk about your desires for the young lads in this school! When they walk down the hall in their little short trousers, you get an erection, don't you!?" At that, Mr. Fellows nearly choked with shock and ire. Yet young Jan continued. "You desire little boys!" she said softly, yet sternly. "You wish to insert your penis into a pre-pubescent boy's rectum, don't you! You'd like to plant your seed there, wouldn't you!" She spoke with heavy breaths, in a high girlish voice. Yet there was something powerfully hypnotic nonetheless. "Yes... yes, that's what you desire, isn't it, Mr. Fellows! You have an erection now, don't you. And if I keep talking, you're sure to spill your seed in your trousers!"

By now, Mr. Fellows trembled with a wrath he had never known before. And the very shock that such an innocent studious girl could be so defiant! "Miss Lambert!" he roared. "I will not stand here and listen to this rubbish! Your foul and baseless accusations will not be tolerated!"

"Tell me, Mr. Fellows," continued Jan in her haunting hypnotic voice, "who did it to you? An uncle? A teacher? Your old headmaster? Who was it that bent you over and sadistically caned you? The very thing that now sends you to the red light districts for the profession disciplinarian women! Who was it that then sodomized you afterward? Was it your father? A priest?"

"Miss Lambert!" roared Mr. Fellows with a face boiling in psychotic anger. "You have disgraced this institution for the last time! You will leave the premises and never return!"

"Ah yes... uh... cognitive dissonance, they call it I believe!" continued Jan. "You wished to evade your violator, yet you were trained to obey authority figures without question! To this day you have been unable to resolve the conflict in your subconscious. Now you desire the same for yourself! Who was it? Who did you... and who have you done! I know who! I know the little boy's name!"

Mr. Fellows began to shrink back from her. Of all the girls on the campus, the bookish and studious Jan Lambert appeared the most harmless. Yet now a heavy weight fell upon him. "No!" he cried out. "Noooo! Get away! Stop! Stop!"

"Yes!" cried Jan. "Stop! Stop! That's what you said, isn't it! That's what you said when you were a helpless little boy in the hands of raunchy predator, much like yourself!"

"Noooo! Go away!" he cried as he rolled his chair across the floor into a corner of the office. Though his tone be that of a man, his cries were that of a child. "Get him off of me! Get him off of meeeee!"

Suddenly, Jan snapped her fingers. "He's gone!" she cried out. Mr. Fellows trembled in his chair as he looked around the office. "He's dead now, isn't he! Yet his ghost still haunts you! He follows you wherever you go and perpetually repeats his crime!"

"You!" roared Mr. Fellows as he pointed an accusing finger at her. "Bloody bookworm! It's that blasted Freud you've been reading and those... those goddamned Beatles that have corrupted you!"

"He will not go away when you give in to your desires," warned Jan. "He will remain... and one day... he will kill you! He's already dead... and still... he will KILL you!"

Mr. Fellows clutched his head as if he had a mighty migraine. "Demon child! You enjoy this... you... you sadistic little bitch!"

"Hmmm, I almost like the sound of that," replied Jan. "But being that I'm expelled, I'll be on my way. And do give my regards to that demon inside your head!"

With that, she turned to leave, yet she turned around again before reaching the door. "Oh, and Mr. Fellows, I too have desires!" she said with a wicked grin. "Would you like to know? Well... I desire to stick my finger into a young girl's vagina and watch her clitoris grow erect. I'd like to lick it to see how long it takes her to reach orgasm! That's my desire. Perhaps that would have been my next thesis, had I not been expelled!" With that, she opened his office door.

But Mr. Fellows called out, almost in desperation. "Wait! Miss Lambert..." Slowly, he slid his chair back to his desk and retrieved the folder containing her thesis on 'The Libido and the Subconscious.' "Suppose I... re-examine this work of yours for it's er... academic merits. I'm sure that keeping this confidential would be mutually beneficial!"

Jan Lambert breathed a sigh of relief. For the idea of being expelled terrified her so, and she had gambled everything on her gambit. "Quite!" she replied with a grin.

"Very good, Miss Lambert. You may er... return to class!"

"G'day, Mr. Fellows!" And thus she closed the door behind her.

Suddenly, another voice cried out. "Dr. Lambert! Dr. Lambert, are you okay?"

She shook her head to find herself in her office with Amy standing in front of her desk. "Oh? Nurse Amy! Sorry, I... I was daydreaming again... caught up in reminiscing about... my first patient!"

"Oh... I see," said Amy.

"Poor chap... almost lost him to suicide once," she mumbled. "A rather neurotic, narcissistic, manic depressive, and borderline psychotic fellow. So, how can I help you?"

"Well, I needed the treatment plans for Ashley and Misty," replied Amy.

"Oh yes! Of course, here they are! And good luck!"

"Thank you doctor."

And soon after, Amy had Ashley climbing up on the exam table. "Awr you gonna do the buzzy thing again?" she asked as she lay down on her back.

"Well... do you *want* the buzzy thing?"

"Oh yes! Makes me feel good," she said.

"Well... I think we can do the buzzy thing," replied Amy with a grin.

"Oh, goody!" Ashley gleamed innocently. "I pwomise! I'll twy not to pee this time!"

"Oh now Ashley, you didn't pee," assured Amy as she connected the EKG electrodes. "You just wet on the paper, that's all. It's okay to wet the paper. It's a 'special' wetting that you only get when it feels really good down there."

"Oh, I see. I'll twy not to make a mess, but it feel soooo good."

Amy giggled. "Just relax for me, hon," she coaxed. "I'm gonna have a look at you." And thus she gently patted the side of her leg. "Can you grab your knees for me, hon?"

Ashley brought her knees up to her chest and held them tight, now presenting herself in a semi-diaper position. She began to breathe heavier and deeper once she felt a very light touch on her swelling pink flower. "Oooh!" she gasped as she felt a finger gently trace around the lips, and then part them very carefully.

"Does this hurt, dear?" asked Amy.

"No... doesn't hurt," assured Ashley.

"Good, just relax."

Ashley began to tremble and pant when she felt a pinky slowly enter her tiny domain. Then, the very tip of Amy's finger found the g-spot. "Oooooh!" cried Ashley.

"Does it hurt?" Amy asked again.

"N... no," replied Ashley between heavy breaths. "Kinda tickles."

"Okay, good," replied Amy as she slowly moved her finger in and out. By now, the love dew from that small opening began to lubricate her finger quite adequately. Then, she began to gently apply pressure to the g-spot. "How's this feel?"

"Ooooh! Aaaaah!" moaned Ashley. "That feels good!"

"Relax and breathe deep for me," coaxed Amy as she gently flexed her long skinny pinky about.

By now, Ashley was rocking her pelvis to and fro as the tingling feeling grew all the more intense. And seeing that her little bud had now swollen and poked freely from the hood, Amy reached for the vibrator in the drawer. "Ready for the buzzy thing?" she asked with a grin.

"Oh yes!" gasped Ashley as she gasped, still clutching her knees with her eyes shut. "Do it! Pweeze!"

And thus the toy came to life. Upon feeling the buzzing on her crotch, Ashley jolted and began to flex her legs. "Ooooh! Aaaaah!" she cried out over the buzzing of the vibrator. "Ooooh-gawd! Ooooh-gawd!" And not forty-five seconds passed when the tingling led to that familiar build-up deep inside her. "Oooooh! That feels sooo goood! I'm gonna wet! I'm gonna wet!" she shrieked. "Aaaaaaah!"

Suddenly, the lines on the EKG went berserk just as her body jolted violently on the table. Her legs fluttered about and a small jet of fluid shot out. Ashley squealed uncontrollably as her body pulsated spastically. It seemed to go on forever as her cries were mixed with pleasure and pain.

Yet once she began to come down, Amy switched off the vibrator and gently removed her finger from that soaking wet orifice. Ashley struggled to catch her breath as she released her grip on her legs. Soon, her body relaxed. "Ooooh! Ooooh-gawd! I wike it! I wike it!" she moaned. "But my tummy hurts."

"Oh yes, that was a big one!" said Amy. "Good girl!"

"I twied not to wet," assured Ashley as she rolled onto her side.

"Don't worry about the wetting," said Amy as she patted her naked body. "You're supposed to wet. The good feeling makes you wet. It's called an... an orgasm!"

"Ooooh," sighed Ashley, still trying to catch her breath. "I wuv o-zag-em!"

Amy chuckled. "Or-gaz-um," she said emphatically. "But... well... the street word is 'cum.' However, you might not want to say that in public."

"Oh? It's a werdy-dird!" giggled Ashley.

"Well... sort of! Get you in trouble at school."

"Then it's our secret?"

"You might say that," said Amy. "Now, why don't we go back to the ward so you can rest up."

"Aw-right," agreed Ashley. "I want a good west so I can do more cummy-cums!"

And once Ashley lay on her bed in recovery, Amy shuffled the impossible paperwork until she located Misty's file. She looked it over briefly, before entering the small room. Now Misty was aptly named, for she spent more than half of her waking hours doing nothing but incessant crying. The cause had baffled many doctors until she was committed to this institution to either be cured or at least harbored away from the rest of society's intolerance.

When Amy stepped in, Misty's back was to her. Someone had done her sandy-colored hair up in pigtails. Yet the nine-year-old sat sniffling as she busied herself on her bed with paper and crayons. She sat 'Indian style' on her bed in her little gown, quite indifferent to her panties being on display. "Hello, Misty," she said. "Are we busy coloring? May I see your picture?"

Now this one was not known for loquacity and thus she only looked up once to reveal her pink eyes and wet cheeks, before resuming her activity. "How are we feeling right now?" asked Amy. "Sad? Afraid? Nervous?"

Misty continued to color with her crayons, yet shrugged her shoulders. She softly sniffled as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. She paused but briefly to wipe them before resuming her artwork.

"That's a pretty picture," continued Amy. "And you can work on it later. For now, the doctor wants to see you. C'mon hon."

And thus the young patient set her work aside. She made no protests, yet silently rose from the bed. Once she stood up, her gown fell down to nearly an inch above her sharp kneecaps that resembled two small roughly-hewn pebbles.

And so she took her into a small lounge room where Dr. Lambert was waiting for them. "'Ello, Misty!" she said with a gently grin. "I thought we'd meet in here for our first treatment." But as usual, Misty only cried and covered her eyes in reply. "Oh, Misty, Misty, Misty! Our mystery girl!" said Dr. Lambert as she once again reviewed the file. "Endocrine levels seem to be normal, cerebrospinal tests came back negative, MRI in the pink... quite a fit little girl! Now, let's see if we can just find out where lies the problem!"

Misty softly wept as Amy led her over to one of the soft padded chairs in the room. Yet Amy sat down and lifted her sobbing Misty on her lap. "Sssshhh!" she whispered. "We're not gonna hurt you, hon."

"Of course not," added Dr. Lambert. "But we do the gown and panties removed for this treatment session. All you have to do is relax for us dear."

And with that, Amy began to untie the gown in back. Misty hesitantly yet cooperatively raised her arms as the gown came off over her head. "Now, we'll forgo the EKG strip for this treatment so she can simply get used to our sessions," added Dr. Lambert as she reached for the waistband of the little white panties that hugged her pelvic regions as if they had been painted on. Misty tensed up as those panties slid down her slender bare legs and off the end of her feet. She trembled over the vulnerable sensations of being completely naked on Amy's lap.

"Now relax dear," coaxed Amy. "We just want to have a look at you."

Misty made no protests, yet she continued to cry as always. Amy hugged her tight and gently stroked her hair with her fingertips. "Shhhh, everything will be okay," she said just above a whisper.

But Dr. Lambert slid a wooden chair over in front of them along with the small cart. "Now nurse, if you could get her into position, we'll get body temperature."

And so Amy slouched down in the chair slightly and spread her legs apart that she might have Misty lay with her back on her thighs. She took hold of her patient's knees and pulled into a 'birthing' position, now leaving her crotch wide open and vulnerable. "Relax, dear. Relax," she coaxed again.

"Now this won't hurt," added Dr. Lambert as she presented the rectal thermometer. Ever so gently, she teased it against that small puckered opening.

"Aaaaah!" gasped Misty upon the cold sensation of that glass bulb touching that delicate flesh. Then, it slid down slowly and gently into the depths of her bowels. "Ooooh! Aaaaah!" she moaned as she jolted.

"Does that hurt, dear?" asked Dr. Lambert.

Misty only shook her head.

"C'mon honey, you can use words," coaxed Amy. "We understand 'yes' and 'no.'"

"Of course," agreed Dr. Lambert as she gently pushed on the thermometer.

Misty squirmed slightly in her position as the cold glass tube went in deeper. Yet soon it slid halfway out, before going back in deeper again. "Does this hurt?" asked Dr. Lambert. "Answer with words, please."

"N... no," gasped Misty as her eyes closed.

"Very good." And with that, Dr. Lambert gently touched those tiny little nether lips and pulled them apart ever so gently to inspect those pink interiors. "Hymen is present, with but a wee opening. We can expect ovulation and menstruation in 2 to 3 years." And thus she inserted a finger as far as it would comfortably go.

Upon the sensation, Misty twitched and moaned. Her legs jolted in Amy's grip as the doctor's probing finger caressed her most intimate orifice. "Ooooo! Aaaah!" she gasped.

"Does that hurt?" asked Amy.

Misty shook her head, never bothering to open her eyes.

"Use words, dear," coaxed Dr. Lambert. "How does this feel?"

Misty gasped as she shrugged. "Uh... uh... I don't know," she mumbled as she gasped for another breath. "Good, I guess."

That answer was obvious, for the fluids began to flow and soak Dr. Lambert's finger as she gently caressed in small circles. "Just think of it as a treasure hunt," said Dr. Lambert. "We're searching the cave for the hidden pearl. Now where is it?" And with that, she let her finger caress about the hood. Only a few gentle strokes was all it took for that tiny little bud to peek out. "Ah, there's the pearl!" she said. "C'mon out. Don't be shy." And thus she gently rubbed all around.

The tingling sensation sent electrical jolts down Misty's spine, causing her to break out in goose bumps. Her breathing grew louder and heavier as she began to roll her head from side to side.

"Do you like that?" asked Amy just slightly above a whisper.

"Ooooh y... yessss!" she replied bashfully.

"Would you like us to continue?"

"Oh, okay," gasped Misty. "Feels good."

And thus Dr. Lambert retrieved the vibrator. "Now, this will make a buzzing sound but it won't hurt you," she assured. Instantly, the vibrator came to life. Dr. Lambert gently brought it to Misty's yearning wet crotch and delicately touched it against the hood.

"Oooo-OOOH!" cried Misty with a sudden jolt as the tingling buzz sent warming shock waves throughout her body. Her legs jerked in Amy's grip, nearly breaking free. Yet the buzzing rubber head worked its magic as Misty twitched and squirmed about on Amy's lap. "Ooooh! Oooh! Aaaah! Oooh-gawd!" she cried out as she arched her back.

"Are we enjoying this?" asked Dr. Lambert. "Just give the word and I'll stop at any time!"

"Nooo!" gasped Misty. "D-don't stop!" And as she thrashed about as the buzzing pleasured her like nothing before, she felt the little glass thermometer sliding free from her bottom. She reached one hand around to push it back in. "It's falling out!" she cried.

"Oh my, so it is," said Dr. Lambert as she pushed on the tip, slowly forcing back into the depths of her rectum. Misty moaned all the louder as the bulb tickled her insides. She began to thrust upward in rapid strokes. She unknowingly rubbed her hands up and down the sides of Amy's bare thighs, savoring that silky smooth flesh as the tingling pleasure grew more and more by the second. And only a few moments later, her body began to tremble. The stimulation from both the vibration on her clitoris and the glass tube on her rectal walls overloaded her senses. A warm glowing flush quickly built up as she felt as if something were about to happen.

A few seconds later, it DID happen. She burst into uncontrollable convulsions as the initial blast of her first ever orgasm hit her like an oncoming train. "Aaaaaaaah!" she shrieked out loud as her tiny little cunny throbbed in rapid pulsations. Love juice oozed out and fell to the floor like spilt drops of corn syrup. Her head rush nearly knocked her out as her vision blurred. She squeezed Amy's bare legs with her hands as she experienced a climax for the first time, never knowing before that such a thing existed.

And having seen what had passed, Dr. Lambert silenced the buzzing of the vibrator and removed the thermometer to allow her young patient to catch her breath. As she lay on Amy's lap, Misty panted uncontrollably in an effort to breathe. Finally her legs collapsed until each one was hooked over Amy's own legs, now bare flesh to bare flesh. Amy wrapped her arms tightly about her little patient and kissed her on the head. "You did it!" she said. "Good girl!"

"Yes, a very good girl for your treatment," agreed Dr. Lambert. "How do you feel? Do you feel like crying?"

"I... I wanna sleep," replied Misty with a mumble. Yet a few tears still escaped her eyes that she had yet to open.

"Very well, we'll let you rest," replied Dr. Lambert. Yet she once again produced a shorter gown that would offer little coverage below her crotch. "We'll need you wear this for now to make it easier for us to give further treatments."

And soon, Amy had her dressed in that skimpy little gown that left most of her slender thighs bare. And like the other two already in 'treatment,' she was left without panties. And therefore Amy escorted her back to her bed and sat her down. "We're very proud of you," she said. And thus she hugged her once more before putting her to bed. And thus she covered her up and kissed her on the forehead. "Rest dear! We'll see if this helps you with your constant crying.

Yet as Misty rolled over on her side, she looked up at Amy. "Are you gonna do that some more?" she asked.

"Well... yes we are," replied Amy. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah... I love it," whispered Misty.

 

Later that day when noon came, Nurse Rachael arrived for work through the front entrance, clad in her little dress to reveal her athletic meaty bare thighs and thick knees. She expected the usual quick glance from Edgar the security guard, for his shift began as well. Yet when she passed the front desk, there stood a young woman who resembled more of an effeminate teenaged boy talking to him. She was clad in a tight jersey and a rather snug pair of denim shorts with casual sandals. Her hair was cut in a 'Dutch Boy' style as she leaned against the desk as Edgar prepared for his shift. At first she was taken aback, wondering what that girl was doing there after he had announced his engagement.

"Oh, hello Nurse Rachael," he said as he stood up again from the chair. "Late shift?"

"Yup. Doctor's orders," she said as she eyed his female companion with suspicion.

"Oh... this is my baby sis Edith!" interjected Edgar once he noted Rachael's look.

"Oh... your sister!" she said with glad grin. "Hi! I'm Rachael! I think he mentioned his baby sis once or twice." She approached with her hand out.

Edith grinned bashfully as they shook hands. "Well, whatever he says about me, it's all lies!"

"Oh, he once mentioned his sis was a good kid," assured Rachael.

"Lies, all lies!" interjected Edgar.

"Will you shut up," replied Edith with a playful back-hand.

"Anyway, I promise, I didn't tell anyone you were gay!" said Edgar aloud.

"What!? I'm soooo sure! I am NOT gay!"

"Ed!" snapped Rachael. "Don't be a prick to your own sis! If she's not gay then don't spread rumors!"

"Okay... I'm sorry," lamented Edgar.

"Well, how does it feel to be getting a sister-in-law soon?" continued Rachael in her conversation with Edith.

Yet behind her back, Edgar pointed to his sister and mouthed the words, 'SHE'S GAY,' to Rachael.

"Ed! Get to work!" snapped Rachael, prompting Edith to spin around.

"Yeah, get to work... Igor!"

"Igor?" queried Rachael.

"Yeah, when she was little, she couldn't say 'Edgar' so she called me 'Igor!'" confessed Edgar.

Suddenly Rachael burst into laughter. "Oh-mah-gawd! Igor!" However, as she giggled, she noticed that Edith's eyes were locked on her bare legs and knee socks, nearly in a daze. "So... Edith," she continued, "we have some plans for your sister-in-law's party and I think you should be a part of them so let me give you my number... here..."

And thus Edgar only shook his head as he sat down to scan the security monitors. "Girls!" he mumbled. "I'll never understand 'em."

And soon after they had exchanged numbers, who should come down the hall but nurse Amy! She too was quite taken aback at Edith's presence. "Hi Amy! Going to lunch? Here, meet Ed's sister Edith!"

"Oh!" gasped Amy as she looked the boyish yet cute nymph from head to toe. "Cool! How'd you survive childhood with a brother like Edgar!?"

The three young women broke into laughter once again. "Ha, ha!" snapped Edgar sarcastically from his desk.

"And whatever Ed says, she's NOT gay!"

"Oh!" gasped Amy again at the mere thought. Yet both nurses realized that Edith was trembling in their presence and eyeing them both in their short dresses. "Well, I'm heading out for lunch. Would you like to join me? We can talk about the wedding plans!"

"Why is everyone planning the wedding except for me?" interjected Edgar. "It's my wedding!"

"Because letting a guy plan a wedding is like letting a shark into a public swimming pool!" replied Amy. Once again, the three girls giggled. "C'mon Edith!"

And thus the girls disappeared out the door as Rachael vanished down the corridor for the pediatric ward.

 

But after the lunch hour had passed, the nurses were reunited back on the ward as they scuffled the files for their afternoon treatments. "So, what do you think of Edith?" asked Rachael.

"Hmmph! Edith!" exclaimed Amy. "Not gay? She nearly shorted-out my gaydar! I mean, It's like Boy George and Sinead O'Connor had a kid! Did you see the way she checked us out?"

"You mean..."

"Yes... she is soooo GAY!"

"Well, did you tell her about the bachelorette party?" queried Rachael. "Did you invite her?"

"Damned right, I did!" assured Amy.