Orgasm Therapy, Chapter 6

by Pulsar

Friday evening long after sundown, Amy and Rachael sat on the full-sized bed in the small bedroom in Amy's apartment watching TV. They reclined against the headboard munching chips in nothing but panties and tee shirts. The only light in the room was the television itself, except for the glare of the nightlight from the master bath. Occasionally, they would turn and make eye contact with one another, before quickly giggling and looking away.

"This movie is boring," Amy finally said. "I can't believe we rented 'Breakfast Club!' I mean, this is soooo 80's and it was made for air-headed 80's chics who are now full grown and divorced from their yuppie husbands after they got laid off!"

Rachael laughed. "Well, duh! That's why they call it a 'chic flick!' I mean, what do you propose we watch? The Terminator?"

"Yeah! Cool flick," said Amy.

"Oh... going 'butch' on me, huh!" giggled Rachael.

But Amy only looked at her companion. "Fawk yew, ahhhsh-hole!" she said as she impersonated 'Arnie.' With that, she gently slapped Rachael on her bare thigh, once again realizing how smooth and silky it felt.

"No... no, how about, 'You're clothes... give d'em to me!'" retorted Rachael as she began to tug on Amy's tee.

"Well... maybe," said Amy timidly. "But then again, would you even know what to do once I did?"

Rachael bashfully covered her face. "Oh-mah-gawd, I mean... I can't believe we're gonna do this!"

"Well... c'mere you little slut!" said Amy as she pulled her more petit companion to her. "Maybe you're good with the little girls at work, but can you handle a woman?!"

"Look, bitch! Just because I'm short and you're tall doesn't mean I couldn't dyke-fuck you into oblivion!" Apparently, the one glass of wine that each had consumed had taken effect.

"Oh, Rae-Rae!" said Amy wickedly. "You've got a filthy mouth! I'm sure it could be put to better use!" With that, she squeezed Rachael's panty-clad bottom. "Gee, what a bubble-butt!"

"I don't have a bubble butt!" protested Rachael.

"You do too!" snapped Amy. "Fits my hands just perfectly. And since I have big hands, that means you've got a bubble butt!"

"Y'know, you're the biggest little bitch I've ever met!" said Rachael as their lips nearly met.

"Eat me," whispered Amy as both pairs of soft lips came into contact.

"You eat me," gasped Amy, just before they began to explore each other's mouths with their tongues.

Twenty minutes later, Rachael was howling loudly as Amy's tongue worked magic all around her throbbing clitoris. "Oh gawd!" she cried out. "Oooooh-gaaaawwwd, I'm gonna cuuummm!" Moments later, she burst into an incredible orgasm as her tall lean lover held her thighs far apart. She thrashed about the bed madly as the powerful waves swept through her body. "Aaaaaaahhh!"

Only many moments later did she calm down. And there in the darkness lie the two naked nymphs who by day were educated medical professionals. "Well, thanks to you, the downstairs neighbors will be pounding their ceiling any moment now, telling us to keep it down!"

"Ooooh," gasped Rachael as she curled up into a ball. "Oooooh, gaawwd. I'll never walk the same!"

Amy giggled. "Are you saying I'm good?"

"Not that I enjoy admitting it, but yes! You're awesome!"

And thus Amy soothed her partner's hair and kissed her on the cheek. "You realize, Rae-Rae, this isn't going to be the last time I get a piece of this ass, you know!"

Rachael rolled over again to face her unlikely partner. "I love you, you crazy bitch," she whispered. "So '69' me!"

Monday morning rolled around all too quickly. And Rachael spent not one night at Amy's apartment, but three. When the alarm rang out in the dark bedroom at 5am, Amy climbed over a sleeping Rachael in order to quickly dress for her 6am shift. She turned on the bathroom light in order to see into her closet as she began to slide on her white uniform dress. "I need more sleep," she mumbled to herself. Yet Rachael stirred as she realized it was early morning. "Work again already?"

"Yeah," replied Amy. "Should have gone to sleep earlier last night, but NO! Someone just had to do a little sinning on Sunday night before going to sleep!"

Rachael chuckled, even though she was still half-asleep. "Well, that little dress isn't helping much," she mumbled.

Now it was Amy's turn to laugh. "Well, gotta go! Can't be late." With that, she bent down to kiss her co-worker turned lover on the cheek. "See ya at noon, 'bubble butt!' Lock the door on your way out!"

"Bye!"

The morning routines passed as usual, with the girls receiving their scheduled treatments of orgasm therapy. At noon, Rachael arrived at work in her short white dress flaunting her stocky tanned legs. When she met Amy at the main desk at the nurse's station, they gave each other one look, saying a thousand words with their eyes that none other could hear. "Hello, Rae-Rae!" said Amy with a smile.

"Hi Amy!" she replied, casually, yet professionally.

"How's it going, nympho!" whispered Amy.

"Just fine, butch!"

Just then, another nurse came around the corner to file some paperwork. "So, have a good weekend?" asked Amy once they were not alone.

"Oh, it was great actually," replied Rachael with a sly smile. "How was yours?"

"Oh, wonderful!" gleamed Amy. "I could have used more sleep, though."

Rachael snickered. Yet the other nurse just passed on by unawares.

Meanwhile, Katie sat in her room with her spiral notebook, once again writing in haste:

I can't keep from thinking about mommy crying. Makes me cry too. I'm starting to like Ashley a lot. She's kinda crazy but I almost cry when I think of what she's been through. I hope she can find a good home one day. I wanna be friends. Maybe she could learn gymnastics and we can be on the same teem. She'd look cute in a leotard! But for now, I have to act crazy too so I can stay here and let them make me feel good. I think...

Suddenly, she heard footsteps. Thus she quickly stowed her pen into the spiral and hid the notebook once again under the mattress. Several seconds later, the door opened up.

Amy walked in to find Katie laying on her side with her pacifier in her mouth. Her eyes were closed as she appeared to be asleep. And thus Amy approached quietly and gently patted her on the side of her leg. "Katie, you asleep?" she asked softly.

"Mmmph!" mumbled Katie.

"Time for your... uh... treatment," she said.

Katie raised her head. "Cum-cum?" she mumbled.

"Well, yeah. Can Katie go cum-cum?"

"Big cummie-cum!" said Katie.

Moments later, Katie found herself in a treatment room, this time straddling a bench. Amy had a thermometer in her while Rachael slowly stroked those labia. Eventually, she let some fingers slide in her love canal until she found the g-spot. "Oooooh!" cried Katie as she humped against the padded bench. "Ooooh! Aaaaah!" In spite of her moans, she still held the pacifier in her mouth. "Katie want cummy! Katie want cummy!" she cried out in longing desperation.

"Oooh, Katie's ready to go cum-cum!" said Rachael as she teased that g-spot.

"C'mon, Katie! Do it! Do it!" added Amy as she tickled her rectum with the thermometer.

And soon, the overload of sensation sent her over the edge. With a loud squeal, Katie burst again, wildly humping the bench and leaving a puddle of slippery juice. "Ooooh, Katie like cum-cum," she mumbled once the orgasm had subsided.

"I bet you do!" said Amy. "Good girl!"

"Who doesn't like 'cum-cum'?" whispered Rachael.

Amy gently butted against her. "Shhhh!" she said.

And therefore they returned Katie to the playroom and then called out Ashley for her treatment. "Are you ready?" asked Rachael.

"Oh yes, I'm weady!" assured an elated Ashley. "I wanna do a BIG cummy-cum!"

"You think you can?" asked Amy.

"Oh yes! I'm weady! I'm weally weady!"

Yet as they stepped into the corridor, Dr. Lambert rounded a corner to intercept them. "Oh girls!" she said.

"Yes, Doctor?"

"Going to treatment, I see. Well, I was just wondering... well... if the weekend was 'satisfactory.'"

The two nurses looked at one another before facing their supervisor. "Oh! Well... it was... fulfilling," said Amy with a grin, hoping Ashley would be none the wiser.

"Yes... it really 'came' out well!" added Rachael.

"Jolly good, girls! Carry on! And do keep me posted."

"Yes, Doctor."

"C'mon!" coaxed Ashley, tugging on their arms. "You said I could go cum-cum!"

"We're on our way, hon," assured a giggling Rachael.

"My, my! Aren't we energetic today," noted a grinning Dr. Lambert.

Moments later, Rachael was lying on her back on the bench with her legs apart and bent to where her feet nearly flanked her ears. It would appear at least she was flexible enough for gymnastic training. And with a thermometer tickling her rectum and a finger deep inside her, she relished the moment rather boisterously. "Oooh yesss! Oooh yeess!" she cried aloud. "Oh-yes! Oh-yes! Oh-yes-oh-yes-oh-yes-oh-yes!" she moaned with each deep breath as an explosive climax became inevitable. "Oooh! Oooh! OOOH!"

With a loud squeal, she burst wide open, sending a stream of juice across the floor. Her body jolted as her legs kicked high in the air. "Ooooh, I wuv you, I-wuv-you, I wuv-you," she squeaked as she endured the orgasmic contractions throughout her body.

Afterward, she was hardly mobile for a few minutes as she caught her breath. She breathed as if she had just completed a world-record breath-holding deep sea dive. Yet she was quite content as the warm grin on her face testified. "Well, let's go hon," coaxed Rachael. "You wanna go lay down or go back to the play room?"

"Oh... the pway-woom I guess," she said. "I hope Katie wants to pway with me."

"Well, we'll see," said Rachael. "You're doing very well!"

"Yes, she is!" agreed Amy.

And thus they escorted young Ashley back to the play room. Yet soon Dr. Lambert called them both into her office. "Girls!" she declared as she closed her office door. "In full consideration of recent events, I've decided to authorize an off-site release for Katie and Ashley. They will be attending the party!"

"Ooooh!" squealed both the nurses in excitement.

"Shhh!" whispered Dr. Lambert. "Now, the releases show it's for a trip to Mercy Hospital for a medical observation, and that will be your story when you take them out! Understand?"

"Yes Doctor," agreed Amy.

"But... I feel terrible lying to Edgar when he checks them out," added Rachael.

"Now children, lying to him is the best thing you could do for him," assured Dr. Lambert. "It keeps his job out of danger. The responsibility is mine alone... and I'm risking an awful lot!"

"Well, you don't live too far so it's a short trip," noted Amy. "We'll be careful!"

"You must! Or you'll be unemployed and I'll be sent back to Ol' Blightey where they'd probably lock me up in the Tower of London!"

"Of course, Doctor," assured Rachael as she gestured a 'zipping the lip' with her hands.

"Jolly good, then," said the Doctor. "Carry on!"

And thus they turned to leave. Yet Rachael paused and approached the desk again. "Um... Dr. Lambert? I... well... you were saying that Ashley is ready for discharge, but really has nowhere to go, being she's a ward of the state."

"Yes, that is true dear," agreed Dr. Lambert.

"Well... I was wondering, if they allow single women to foster children, well... could you write a letter of recommendation for me?"

Dr. Lambert gasped, mainly from the unexpected. "Oh my!" she said. "Well, dear I never imagined that you were considering such a thing."

"I'm sorry doctor. I mean, I know you said that we're here to treat them and not adopt them, but... I can't help it. I love her so! And she needs a loving home!"

"Of course she does, dear," agreed Dr. Lambert. "And there's no doubt that you are one of the few who could give her that. However, I've already recommended a home for her. But you know the system! It takes so long for all the paper work and... well, I'll write a letter naming you as a candidate as well. However, you need to move out of your mum's place and get a flat of your own!"

"Yes, I know," said Rachael. "I'll do that soon."

And so Rachael left the office forlorn, now wondering what would become of her young patient if she were placed in someone else's custody. Nevertheless, she entered the playroom to supervise the activity. There lie Katie on the rug and on her back with knees bent, staring at the ceiling with eyes half closed, suckling her pacifier. Apparently, her last treatment had tired her body and she was still recovering from her orgasm.

Rachael sat down and crossed her stocky suntanned legs when suddenly Ashley approached. "I wike your dwess!" she said. She reached out and gently squeezed her thigh. "You've got pwetty wegs! I want pwetty wegs wike you!"

Rachael blushed and chuckled bashfully. "Oh Ash, you're already as cute as you can be," she said.

But Ashley jumped up and sat on her lap, her own bare flesh pressing against her bare legs. "I wuv you," she whispered.

"Oh, Ashley," stammered Rachael, before she broke down and cried.

And thus another week passed. Although the nurses had yet to meet Selena face-to-face, they made the final plans for her bachellorette party come Friday night. And thus Dr. Lambert left work early in order to go prepare her small yet cozy backyard pool. By late afternoon, the water was heated to that of a warm bath and the snacks had been laid out on the dining room table. While making final preparations, the doorbell rang.

Jan Lambert's heart flipped about in her chest as she raced for the door. Upon opening it, there stood a young Hispanic woman with two young girls at her side, obviously born of the same womb. There stood the stocky Selena, once again clad in her soccer uniform. The brief-cut uniform shorts and thick shin guards only emphasized her stocky thigh muscles and dimpled kneecaps covered in Latina-bronze flesh. Her torso was thick and athletic and sprouted modest 'b' cup breasts. Yet in spite of her athletic build, her face was somewhat childishly innocent and sweet, topped with dark hair bound up in a bushy pony-tail.

And next to her stood her siblings Marisol and Lupe of similar build, yet appropriate for their ages of 14 and 12 respectively. Yet they stood clad in only their one-piece bathing suits and tees with flip-flops on their feet.

But in that brief second, Dr. Lambert savored the visage before her. "Selana, I presume?"

"Y... yes," she said bashfully, in spite of her powerful and nearly imposing physique.

"Well... come in! We've been expecting you! I can't tell you how thrilled I am to meet you!"

And thus the first party guests passed through the door and into the living room. "So you Dr. Lambert!" concluded Selena with only a hint of a Spanish accent. "Edgar told me all about you."

"I see. And likewise he's always speaking of you!" replied Dr. Lambert. "And I assure you, sweetie, he worships the very ground upon which you walk! Sit down, now children. The other guest will arrive shortly."

And thus the trio of siblings sat down on the couch. Dr. Lambert brought them some drinks and her fresh homemade scones and sat down herself. "So, how did you meet anyway?"

"Oh, it was at a soccer game. His sister Edith play in the same league, different team. During the game, I tripped and fall on Edith, knock her down, but accident. She sprained ankle and start crying. Edgar jump out of stands and started yelling in my face, 'Hey! Don't hurt my sister you crazy Amazon!'"

"Oh my!" gasped Dr. Lambert.

"But Edith hold him back and say, 'Don't make a scene. She'll tear you apart!'" continued Selena.

"Well, doesn't sound like 'our' Edgar," replied Dr. Lambert. "However, he does have a strong sense of loyalty to his own flesh and blood and thus stood up for his sister."

"Well... he carry Edith off the field," continued Selena. "I feel bad for her. She was crying. After the game, he came up to me and say he was very sorry for acting very bad."

"Well... good for him!" said Dr. Lambert.

"Then he told me I had uh... 'nice gams!'"

Dr. Lambert nearly chocked on her tea. However, seeing her sitting there on the couch with legs crossed in her soccer shorts only confirmed Edgar's claim. "Well... I must concur," she said nearly mesmerized at the view.

"At first, I thought he was a bad man. However, he treat his sister muy bien. Edith loves her brother, so I thought maybe he not that bad. I told Edith I didn't mean it and sorry she got hurt. We hug and cry! Friends every since. Next game, Edgar ask me out! I go with him for burger and movie. Three week later, I wanna get married!"

"And how long ago was this?" asked Dr. Lambert.

"Five month ago," replied Selena.

"Oh my!" gasped Dr. Lambert as she wiped her eye. "So beautiful! And so few people know where to find such true happiness." With that, she crossed her legs tightly. Not only was Selena beautifully sculpted in her own right with her sexy diction to boot, but her two sisters were tantalizingly cute as well in their high-leg cut swimwear. Yet as to not appear to be gawking, she looked at her watch. "Now, what could be keeping the rest of our guests?"

Meanwhile, back at Riverview Hospital, Amy had stayed until five o'clock to help Rachael prepare the girls. Finally, the time came when they escorted their two patients down the long main corridor toward the main door. They both took a deep breath as they arrived at the front security desk. "Evenin' nurses!" said Edgar.

"Hello, 'Igor'!" said Rachael. "You get the clearance for these two patients?"

Edgar pulled up the screen on his computer. "Oh yes, right here. Signed by Dr. Lambert," he confirmed. Thus he produced the scanning wand. "I'll just need to scan their ID bracelets."

"C'mon girls, let him see your bracelets," coaxed Amy softly. And thus they both raised their hands that Edgar might scan the barcodes with the laser scanner.

"Well, hope everything goes well," said Edgar. "Take care of those young ladies and keep 'em out of trouble!"

"Oh, we will!" assured Amy, attempting to keep a straight face knowing that Edgar was none the wiser as to what was about to transpire that evening.

"I was talking to the little girls!" quipped Edgar.

Rachael grunted. "C'mon, kids! Let's go!" And thus Edgar unlocked the door. As they passed by, Amy briefly stuck out her tongue.

Meanwhile, Dr. Lambert chatted with Selena and her sisters when the doorbell rang once again. Thus she leapt from the chair and made haste to answer the door. There stood Edith clad in a soccer uniform as well. "Edith!" cried Dr. Lambert. "Come in!" And as soon as Edith crossed the threshold, Dr. Lambert seized her in a hug. "I'm so glad you're here! What would a bachelorette party be without the proud sister-in-law?!"

"Thanks, Doctor," replied a bashful Edith.

"And I see you had a game too this afternoon."

"Yeah, and we won!" And thus she entered the living room. "Sorry Selena, this time, we rocked!"

"We'll meet again!" said Selena with a grin as she rose from the sofa to hug Edith.

"Yes, and sooner than you think!" mumbled Dr. Lambert. "I take it your teams played each other."

"Yeah," mumbled Edith, whose eyes quickly wandered down to Selena's bronze toned bare thighs. Out of compulsion, she just had to give a gentle squeeze against that hard muscle and smooth flesh. "Ed's right! You DO have nice gams... not that I'm gay y'know!"

Selena only grinned nervously, yet Dr. Lambert gasped. "Now, Edith, who said you were gay?"

"Well... nobody," she replied.

And thus Edith sat down on the other sofa next to Dr. Lambert. She tried to appear casual and relaxed, but seeing Selena seated with her sisters, all three exposing bare leg was too much for her eyes to resist. "Then why so defensive?" asked Dr. Lambert as she dared to pat Edith's smooth thigh.

"Well... my brother says I'm gay," confessed Edith. "He... it's his payback because sometimes I..."

"What?" queried Dr. Lambert.

"Well... when he was in the Navy on a dive, he got a shark bite that nearly killed him!" said Edith as the girls listened intently.

"Oh my!" cried Dr. Lambert. "And he calls you gay for that?"

"Well, he was medically discharged after several operations and... since then, I sometimes sneak up behind him and go, 'Da-dum! Da-dum-dah! Da-dum-da-dum-da-dum...,' y'know, like the Jaws music!"

And such everyone broke out into giggles. "Oh my!" replied Dr. Lambert. "He never told me about the shark! I'll have to check on that. But sounds like typical sibling tormenting to me."

And so they parleyed some more. Yet not long after, the doorbell rang once again. When Dr. Lambert opened the door, in stepped Amy and Rachael in their short little white dresses, along with their two patients Katie and Ashley. "Finally you here!" said Dr. Lambert. "Come in!"

And thus they led the two young girls into the living room. Hugs were exchanged among all as everyone got to know everyone. Katie and Ashley then shed their hospital gowns to reveal brand new swimwear underneath... skimpy two-piece bikinis. Although there we not outright thongs, the bottoms did leave a little of their buttocks exposed nonetheless. Then in front of everyone, Amy and Rachael unzipped their short body-hugging dresses to reveal their one-piece swimwear cut high on their bare hips.

Edith's eyes nearly popped from their sockets as she sat mesmerized on the couch at those two curvy nymphs before her. Amy had the tall thin body and Rachael the short stocky body, yet both squeezable and caressable in their own right.

Eventually, Edith and Selena changed. Edith emerged into the pool area in a tee that covered her new bikini and bashfully approached the concrete steps of the pool. Selena entered less shy in her tight one piece and sat down at the pool's edge.

And though all four of the young girls said very little at first, being rather shy, young 12 year old Lupe broke the ice by asking the two from the hospital how they were doing. As they sat on the steps in the warm water, Katie only grinned as she sucked her thumb, but said nothing. Ashley smiled and said, "You girls have pwetty tans."

Lupe laughed. "This is our skin," she said.

"I wish I had pwetty skin like you," lamented Ashley as she reached out to touch Lupe's thigh. "I'm not dawrk."

"But you're still cute as you are," replied Lupe.

And then 14 year old Marisol reached out to stroke the girl's hair. "Awww, tienes pelo bonita!"

"Huh?"

"You have pretty hair, chica!" Then, she turned to face Katie. "Porque no hablar, mi bonita?"

"I'm afraid we don't remember our Spanish," said Edith. "But it sound really sexy!"

"So, soon we'll be like sister, no?" said Marisol. "But my sister and your brother will be too busy for us."

"Yeah," lamented Edith as she lazily kicked the water with her well-toned legs. "But, well... if you need a big sister and she's not around well... you can call me." As such, Marisol smiled with beautiful white protruding teeth as Edith studied her young developing body emphasized by her tight one-piece.

But soon Marisol pushed off from the steps and began to slowly swim in the warm water of the pool. Katie and Lupe then followed suit as Selena, Amy and Rachael sat down on the edge to dangle their legs into the water.

But Ashley remained on the steps, hanging onto the rail. "Can't you swim?" asked Edith.

"A wittle," she answered. "But not vewy good!"

"Well, I won't let you drown, I promise," assured Edith.

And eventually, the pool was filled with splashing girls as well as young women who had forgotten they had grown up. But then again, that was the beauty of such a gathering. In that brief time, Selena had warmed up to the others as if they'd known each other their whole lives. And her muscular yet curvy athletic body only emphasized just how lucky Edgar was to have claimed her as his soon-to-be bride!

As for Katie, she hardly spoke. Yet Marisol and Lupe had not expected her too. Nevertheless, they treated her as just another girl in the pool and not some helpless crazy lunatic, and included her in any pool play she wished to participate.

Eventually, Katie and Lupe wound up sitting back on the steps. Lupe reclined on a lower step, leaning between Katie's spread knees, resting her arms on her legs like armrests of a chair. Katie slowly stroked her long dark wet hair that sat bound into a single large pony tail. "I really wish you would talk," said Lupe. "But even if you don't want to, that's okay! We can still be friends."

Katie smiled at her new-found companion's calming words in only a trace of a Spanish accent. She felt a little guilty too. However, she was not ready to break her cover. And thus she continued to stroke that long Latina hair as Lupe gently began to squeeze those legs. A chill ran up her spine.

Meanwhile, Selena the bride-to-be sat on the edge of the pool after a swim, letting her feet hang in the water. She slowly moved her feet back and forth, the very motion causing her meaty thigh muscles to bulge with each kick. And naturally, Edith became completely fixated, nearly hypnotized by the sight. "So... you're taking big bro and running away with him, huh," she said to break the ice.

"We're not going anywhere," she assured. "His job is here."

"Yeah but... y'know. When he was getting nowhere with the chics, well... he was always there for me. I mean, ever since dad left well, he kinda took his place."

"Oh, I see," replied Selena as she grinned. "Well, his devotion to you was one of the things I really liked about him."

"Really?" said Edith. "Well, I'll confess that I've hated you every since we first met on the field. I mean, you had the killer body I always wanted!" With that, she dared to give those flexing thigh muscles a gentle squeeze. "Oh, if I had those leg muscles, I'd never wear pants!"

"I've never seen you in pants anyway," noted Selena. "I mean, you look like a girlish boy from far away... but a 'pretty boy.'"

Edith chuckled as she then dared to lean her head against Selena's bare thigh. "Well, I'm happy for my brother. He definitely deserves a good girl like you. I'm jealous of him too... I mean... of his happiness." Naturally, she knew her gay-denial could be debunked at any time now that she gently rubbed her cheek against those rock-hard thighs. However, that firm muscle was well wrapped in the silkiest smooth skin.

But Selena gently patted her future sister-in-law on the head. "You won't lose you brother," she said softly. "Instead, we'll both be there for you, now."

And thus Edith nervously remained in place as Selena caressed her short hair, not quite reaching her shoulders. And as if her hand had a mind of its own, Edith slowly began to caress Selena's kneecap. She wasn't sure when she even started, but eventually she realized she was gently caressing that silky smooth flesh covering that thick bony knee, ever careful to avoid the remains of a old scrape. 'What am I doing?' she asked herself in silence. 'I want this moment to last forever, but... this is my brother's girl!' And though she would never do anything willingly to harm him, she did have some anger toward him.

Yes, big brother Edgar was always the first. First born, first to start school, first to drive, first to date, first to move out on his own-- always the pride of their mother. Not that Edith never got her fair share of affection, but in spite of Edgar always being there for her, he was always center stage. And now... for the first time in her life, she would be first-- the first to Selena's affection! Could she? Would she? Oh how evil she felt! But then again, she would be leaving Selena untouched by man, so perhaps, she had found her loophole.

And when Selena began to gasp at the sensation of Edith's tickling fingers on her leg, all reason fled from her. "Say Edith? Have you ever er... gone skinny dipping?"

Edith nearly fainted. "Sk... skinny-dipping?"

"Si! Back home in Tejas, at nights when there was no boys around, me and my friends used to skinny dip in the Rio Brazos! The summers were so hot, it felt soooo good! Oh, que rico!"

"Well, well, well!" interjected Dr. Lambert as she slid into the water right next to them. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but since there are no males around and the pool is so warm, it sounds like a rather enchanting idea!"

And as the party progressed, the pool was soon full of naked girls. Five adults, and four minors, all splashing around while their swimwear sat in a pile by the patio door. Finally, Amy and Rachael suggested 'chicken fighting!' The two nurses, Edith and Selena each held a minor on their shoulders as they wrestled to push the other off. And how quickly they discovered how they could feel those bald immature little nether lips against the backs of their necks! Eventually, Edith wound up holding Katie on her shoulders. As her young teammate giggled and fought with Lupe who sat upon Rachael, she swore that young Katie was squeezing her legs tightly about her neck and forcing her little twat against the back of her neck. 'Oh gawd!' thought the trembling Edith. 'I'm gonna cum right here in the pool... my brother's boss's pool!' Suddenly, during all the pushing, Katie hooked her feet and squeezed tightly, nearly choking her. 'Oh-mah-gawd, this girl is horny!' thought Edith. 'She's humping my neck! I damned well better get laid tonight!' Yet her laughter hid all her wicked thoughts from the party guests.

But as Dr. Lambert watched the activity with glee, just what each girl was feeling was no mystery to her. Yes, she knew the guests were getting 'hungry.' However, she wanted more. She wanted them to be 'starving' by the time the lights went off that night. And true the night air was growing cooler and crisper. In spite of the merriment, the girls began to shiver as the cool air gently blew against their wet flesh. And finally, she decided it was best to move the party inside.

And so Selena began to dry off young Lupe once they returned to the living room. The nurses each took a patient to towel off. And being that Marisol was left alone, Edith approached and wrapped her in a towel. "I... I'll warm you up," she said bashfully. Yet she gently rubbed that towel all over that naked body. "Gee Selena, you're mom must be beautiful to have three cute daughters!"

Selena smiled shyly as she finished drying off Lupe. "I'm surprise you say you jealous of me," she said. "I hated you too! I wanted body like yours. But at least I found a guapito!"

Edith blushed again. After, having lived her life as a partial tomboy, she never thought of herself as 'noticeable.' However, Dr. Lambert dimmed the lights in the living room. "Well, now that were all warm and dry... well, mostly dry... perhaps we should have a little game to break the ice!" With that, she took a towel and blindfolded the guest of honor as she stood still in the nude.

"My clothes," she gasped.

"Oh, that won't be necessary for this game," said Dr. Lambert slyly. "There're no boys here so we might as well... stay comfortable!" And once she had Selena blindfolded, she lead her to the recliner chair in the living room. "Now, sit down dear." Then, she leaned the backrest back slightly. "Okay, this is a fun game... a girl's game! Now, since Selena will be taking a husband, she should know what to demand from him. After all, a man is responsible for all a woman's cravings!"

"Oh-no!" gasped Amy with a grin into Rachael's ear, being quite familiar with Dr. Lambert's methods.

"Somehow, I think this will end up with an 'Ooooh yes!'" replied Rachael with a whisper as they both began to tremble .

"Now, Selena honey! You're 'it' so to speak. The others are going to take turns and... touch you... with their tongues in the exact way a wife should be touched. The object of the game is for you to guess who it is!"

"Oh Dios mio!" gasped Selena as she sat in the chair with her blindfold. She squeezed her meaty nude legs together at the mere thought. "Even the... kids?"

"Yes," replied Dr. Lambert with a wicked grin. "Even the kids! So, are you ready?"

Selena took a deep trembling breath in nervous anticipation of what was about to happen. With a bashful blush on her face, she let her legs fall apart to reveal her pink yearning cunny. "Let the games begin!" she said with an embarrassed grin.