Orgasm Therapy, Chapter 7

by Pulsar

All eyes fell upon that most tantalizing sigh of Selena sitting naked and vulnerable in the chair, ready for the 'guessing game.' And thus everyone gathered around her in preparation to tease her with their tongues. "Now, children, no talking!" Dr. Lambert reminded them. "We want to make it challenging for her. So line up... and get ready!"

And so the girls lined up in front of the naked bride-to-be as she sat helpless. They all trembled at the beautiful sight of the ever-so-trusting guest of honor. And suddenly the good doctor cried, "Go!" Instantly, Rachael raced up silently and wasted little time in burying her face down between those muscular bronze thighs. Having been in the pool, the scent was sweet and clean. And thus she began to tease that most delicate treasure of the Spanish main.

"Ooooh!" gasped Selena as she squeezed the armrests of the easy chair. And Rachael let her tongue caress both lips as well as the pearl that quickly came to live and emerged from the hood. Yet her time was up and thus she paused and waited.

"Uhhh... couldn't have been one of the kids," giggled Selena as she breathed heavy. "Probably... Amy!"

"One more try," said Dr. Lambert.

And thus Rachael gave her one more tease with her tongue which cause Selena to twitch about in the chair. "Rachael!" she said.

"Aaahh! Beginner's luck!" laughed Dr. Lambert. "Very good! Next!"

And thus Amy coaxed little Ashley into the game. The pre-teen blushed nervously, yet the sight before her beckoned her in. And so she nervously leaned forward to put her face into that gaping love cave. Resting her arms on Selena's soccer-tones thighs, she gave that slit a caress with her small tongue.

"OoooOOH!" moaned Selena as she twitched and gasped for air. "Ooooh! Got to be a chiquita! Lupe! Estas tu?" Ashley covered her mouth to keep from giggling. "No?" queried Selena. "Uh... I'd say the little one! Uh... Ashley?"

"My my!" gleamed Dr. Lambert. "You're rather... perceptive... and sensitive!"

"Oh!" replied Selena. "I... I can't believe I'm doing this!"

"Well, we've got to set the standard for what you should require," assured Dr. Lambert. "Next!"

And so Amy took her turn. The sensation of that long tongue from the tall thin woman was unmistakable. And for such a shy young nurse, she skillfully hit all the nerves that caused waves of pleasure to flow throughout her body. "Ooooh-gaawwd!" cried Selena as she thrust her pelvis upward from the chair and squeezed the armrests wildly. "Do it again! Do it again!" Amy obliged her. The sensuous contact of her tongue caused those muscular thighs to squeeze her head. "That's the tall one... Amy!"

"Very clever, Selena," replied Amy.

"Edgar better be this good!" cried Selena, her appetite now causing pangs of desire throughout her body.

"He will learn!" assured Dr. Lambert. "I can council you both if necessary, but he will learn!"

And next, Marisol dared to approach her own sister. Though they had been raised rather conservatively, and she felt awkward facing her own sister, there was something tingling within her. She was tempted only once to sit out of this game, yet she approached. Selena had always been good to them both. And now, she resolved she would pleasure her own flesh and blood. And thus she stuck her face down in that crotch and let nature take it's course. "Ooooh-gaawwd!" cried Selena as her legs converged around her own 14 year-old sister. "Who taught you that? It's either Marisol or Lupe! No, too big for Lupe! Marisol! Mi diablita!"

The young teen grinned and gently slapped her big sister's sexy bare thigh. "Y tu!"

Next in line, Edith needed no coaxing. She quietly approached and knelt down before that gaping crotch. She rested her hands on those thick kneecaps and leaned forward. With all her passion, she delicately teased around those lips, causing Selena to buck and moan in the chair. Yet then the trembling Edith aimed higher, straight for the engorged swollen pearl. She let her tongue go in circles about that throbbing clit. "Ooooh! Ooooh-gaaawwd, don't stop!" cried Selena.

Edith's heart raced beneath her small A-cup breasts. Although she knew Selena belonged to her big brother, she resolved to let her know what she would be missing having been born hetero and not lesbian. And thus she teased that tingling bud with all her might and passion. "Oh, Edith! That's got to be you!"

Edith grinned. "Of course!" And with that, she leaned down again and kissed those silky-smooth inner thighs.

"Ooooh! Ooooh mi hermana!" cried Selena as she reached out and grabbed Edith by the hair. "Mas! Mas!"

"Now Selena..." gasped Dr. Lambert, "what about the game!"

"I lose!" cried Selena. "Ooooh, I need this!"

Dr. Lambert smiled. "Very well, we'll let the sister-in-laws bond!"

And thus Edith gave it her all. She strived in every way to please her. And please her she did. Between her tongue lapping all about those swollen privates and her fingertips caressing those bare thighs, Selena soon passed the threshold. She bucked high up off the chair as she squeezed Edith's head. She cried out loud in passion and ecstasy. And then came the inevitable blast.

Selena burst into the long-awaited orgasm. Warm juices oozed from her love canal, soaking Edith's face. "Ooooooh-gaaawwwd!" she cried as the orgasm cramped her stomach and sent strong pulses trough her body that felt like thousands of volts. And with that, the rest of the party guests applauded, cheered and whistled.

Edith knew exactly what was happening and did not relent until Selena could take no more. Finally, Selena cringed as if she were in a little pain from the over stimulation. However, she was quite content. And finally, she reached up and removed her blindfold. "Oh, Edith! That was... wonderful!" she said with a dazed smile. "But I'm still gonna beat you at soccer next time!"

"We'll see!"

And after Selena finally gained her strength back, she rose from the chair to reveal the slippery puddle she left behind. All the party guests noticed the evidence immediately. "Talk about a 'smoking gun!'" quipped Edith.

And such a game had left all the guests with a deep sense of yearning-- a yearning from the depths of mind and body that had always been the deepest of secrets. Yet tonight as the lights went out inside Dr. Lambert's home, all secrets had been exposed just as their naked bodies had been. And they all retired to the living room floor upon the blankets and pillows of the dark house, the cravings all drove them into the deepest throes of passion. Lupe and Ashley began to kiss and grope, until their basest desires drove them to tonguing each other's swollen buds. Katie caressed Marisol until the young youthful Latina could no longer deny herself those fleshly desires. Soon Katie's face was deep betwixt Marisol's spread legs. Girlish shrieks resounded throughout the house as each pre-teen reached the inevitable orgasm. Gasping, moaning, and heavy breathing were the only words spoken in the darkness.

But Edith soon found herself the center of attention as Amy, Rachael and Selena took their turns as if she were candy to be passed around. Yes, everyone loved cute 'pretty-boy' Edith! And the skillful doctor knew just exactly what Edith's appetites entailed!

But true to their word, no male attended the party or even witnessed any of it. And thus when the sun rose the next morning, Selena remained as she always had been. Her hymen remained undamaged. As the morning light glared through the drapes of the living room, there lay nine naked bodies all spent from the nocturnal encounters.

Monday afternoon, Edgar clocked in and sat down at the front desk when suddenly, in walked the two nurses, each holding a patient by the hand. "Hello, ladies," he said. "Hope all the tests at Mercy Hospital went well with those poor little girls!"

"Well, let's just say the girls are in excellent health," said Amy as she fought back a smirk.

"Yes, very healthy bodies," added Rachael.

And so he scanned their I.D. bracelets again to log their return time. "Good to hear that," he said.

Suddenly, Ashley leaned on his desk. "Are you the shewiff?" she asked.

Edgar broke out into laughter. "Me? The sheriff?" he chuckled. "No, missy. I'm afraid I'm just an out-of-work sailor trying to make a living."

"Come dear, let's go," coaxed Rachael before her young patient could 'spill the beans' about the party. Yet once they passed the desk, Rachael paused and raised her hand. "Shhhh," she whispered, before motioning. Then, she and Amy quietly approached from behind. "Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum-da-dum-da-dum..." they hummed as they crept back up behind him.

Edgar only winched once before turning around to face them. "You've been hanging out with baby-sissy again, haven't you!" he said.

All the girls broke into laughter, nurses and patients alike. "You never told us," said Amy.

"Well, what's the point?" asked Edgar.

"C'mon, show us!" pled Rachael.

"Oh, you wouldn't want to see a nasty..."

"We ARE nurses," assured Amy.

"Well, okay." With that, Edgar untucked his uniform shirt to expose the right side of his torso. There sat an arc of scar tissue across his ribs and abdomen. Rachael gasped at the sight. "Baby hammerhead!" said Edgar. "Got me during a sub rescue drill in the Aegean."

"Eeewww!" cried the two girls.

"Now see what you've done! You've scared the little ladies!" scolded Edgar.

"They're tougher than you think," assured Amy. "Come girls, let's go on back!"

And though both girls had quite a therapeutic experience at the party, their 'treatments' continued that afternoon. Like clockwork, nurse Amy came to Katie's room at 1:30pm to call her into her next treatment. Katie walked by Amy's side, yet Rachael stayed behind to check the bed for any signs of 'accidents' from her brief after-lunch nap. Yet when she moved the mattress, their to her wonder sat a spiral notebook. She retrieved the book and curiously opened it. Yet suddenly it hit her like an on-coming train once she realized it was a journal written by an obviously rational mind...

I don't have to go to school. I don't have to go to gymnastics. I don't even have to go to the bathroom! As uncomfortabal as it is, I have no worries. And the stuff they do makes me feel really good. Some times I want to stay right here for the rest of my life...

"...but I keep crying because I miss Mommy and I know she wants me back. I guess when I go home I have to find new ways for myself to feel good," read Dr. Lambert aloud as she held the journal. Rachael stood in her office rather nervously as Dr. Lambert poured over the daily entries. "Rachael! You know what this means?"

"She's putting on an act, that little stinker!"

"Yes! It means that it works! Orgasm therapy works! The proof is here in my hand!" she said as she shook the notebook. "However, in her case, it works TOO good! She's addicted!"

"Ooooh! I'd like to wring her little neck!" said Rachael.

"Now don't get too angry dear! She has strong feelings for you, y'know," replied Dr. Lambert as she closed the notebook. "I wondered if this would happen. However, I'm not quite prepared for this contingency!"

"Well, I think we should have a long talk with her!" said Rachael.

"Tempting, isn't it," said Dr. Lambert. "However, I think for now, we'll keep this to ourselves. We'll not hint in anyway that we know! Yes, I think we should put this right back where you found it!"

"But... but..."

"Patience dear," coaxed Dr. Lambert. "If we do things right, she'll come clean with us on her own... which is the best thing really!"

And thus Rachael took a deep breath. "If you say so, Doctor. What shall I do?"

"For now, just business as usual. However, we're going to encourage her to be honest with us. We must be nurturing, supportive and naturally, non-threatening!"

And thus Rachael finally smiled. "Yes Doctor!"

Meanwhile, Katie was in treatment unaware of what had transpired. She held her knees tightly as Amy's finger lie deep inside her, rubbing against her g-spot. All the while the buzzing toy worked her swollen clit to the breaking point. "Ooooh! Aaaaah! Ooooh! Almost cummy-cum! Almost cummy-cum!" she cried out as she twitched on the exam table.

"Good, Katie! Do it! Give a big cummie like you did at the party!"

"Ooooh! Oooh! Aaaaaah!" moaned Katie between deep breaths as the warm tingling glow built up from within. Seconds later, she passed the threshold. "Aaaaaaaaaah!" she cried as she burst into a raging orgasm, her body thrashing about. And so she moaned and groaned all throughout her climax once again.

But once she calmed down and rolled over on her side, the door to the exam room flew open and Rachael poked her head in. "Dr. Lambert wants to see you when you're done here!"

"Oh we're done, alright," replied Amy. "Had a big one, didn't we?" she said as she patted Katie's bottom.

But all Katie could do was suck her thumb. Rachael took one look and sighed. "Good girl," she said half-heartedly.

"Is something wrong?" asked Amy.

"Oh... no," assured Rachael. "Just stop by Dr. Lambert's office. It's... important."

"... she's what???" cried Amy. "Why that little conniving brat!" She collapsed on the couch in Dr. Lambert's office upon hearing the news of Katie's journal. "How could she be so... so... deceptive!"

"She's a young woman!" replied Dr. Lambert with a devious smile, yet remained calm. "It's flattery really. We're strong competition against her own home. Says a might bit about us, doesn't it?!"

Amy took a deep breath. "I suppose so but... I'm just a little hurt that she couldn't be a little more honest with us."

"Well... I've been thinking," continued Dr. Lambert. "I think I know just how to get her to come clean with us. She feels safe and warm here. She must believe that home will be even more so!"

"And how're we gonna do that?" asked Amy.

"She must realize that she can get more of what she needs there than here!"

"You're a genius, Dr. Lambert. However, I'm not sure it's gonna be easy."

"Well..." interjected Dr. Lambert, "we have one important advantage. Fortunately, a particular family court judge knows I have some pictures of him he'd rather not be made public. I can do business with him, and tomorrow I go downtown to render a deposition!"

And thus the next few days passed with their normal routines and agendas. Katie almost 'slipped' a few times, especially when she had neared orgasm during her therapy treatments. And when she realized she was not being watched, she would use the restroom rather than wet her diaper, yet pull it back on very skillfully as not to alert the staff she had resumed her bladder control. However, she still suffered night time incontinence. Dr. Lambert was absent for nearly one day during her court appearance, yet the nurses ran a taut ship while she was gone.

And come Friday, Mrs. Ellison arrived again for her visit. Once again, Edgar walked her down the long connecting corridor to the female pediatric ward, all the way to Dr. Lambert's office. She breathed nervously as she looked around through the windows of the corridor that stretched like a tube from one building to another within the complex. "You all right, Mrs. Ellison?" he asked, albeit somewhat mechanically.

"Oh yes, I... I'm fine. Too much coffee I guess," she replied jittery. "I mean... aren't you the one to be nervous, with an upcoming wedding and all?"

Edgar finally grinned as if to dispel her suspicions that he was a robot. "Like sitting on death row, ma'am!"

Mrs. Ellison chuckled slightly before giving him a dirty look. "Hmphf! Men! If I knew who your wife was, I'd tell her you said that!"

"Well, I recon she's not too hard to find. Go to the Community Women's Soccer League games on Friday nights. She's the one on the field with the prettiest legs!"

Mrs. Ellison only shook her head. "I'll keep that in mind!"

Finally, they passed the secured doors into the girls' ward and then on to Dr. Lambert's office. "Mrs. Ellison, Doctor," he declared.

"Thank you, Ed. Do come in, Mrs. Ellison!" coaxed the doctor with a wide calming smile. "Have a seat. Shall I get you some tea?"

"Oh... that would be wonderful if you have some," replied Mrs. Ellison. "I see that your own personal 'Joe Friday' is loosening up."

"Oh him," said Dr. Lambert with a chuckle as she poured the tea. "He's as loyal as a guard dog and almost as obedient! The only difference between men and dogs is that a dog can be house-broken!" And thus she took a seat next to her on the couch and presented the tea. "You've had a lot on your mind, all things considered."

"Yes... but really..." stammered Mrs. Ellison. "Fostering a child is a huge responsibility... and after what we've been through!"

"I understand," replied Dr. Lambert. "Remember what I told you on the phone? Well... here it is!" With that, she handed her the notebook in which her daughter Katie had been keeping her journal. "Rather quickly, her childish scrawling evolved into complete sentences. She's cured! Cured... but now fearful of returning to normalcy. We must give her a reason to prefer her home to this place."

Mrs. Ellison skimmed over the daily entries she had made, which was a quite impressive display of written rhetoric for her age. "Oh... my baby!" she gasped as she read the last entry.

"Yes... and you, Mrs. Ellison can do far more than we can at this point. That's why I planned your visit like this," said Dr. Lambert quietly. "Of course, we'll not let on that we know of this journal right now. You see, she's become attached to us here as she recovered from a very traumatic experience. She's afraid to let go. And taking a small part of her life here with her will help."

"And that's why you insisted I take temporary custody of Ashley and foster her?"

"Yes... exactly," clarified Dr. Lambert. "Besides, until the accident, your home always had two girls... and Katie always had a peer around. A good part of her has been ripped away from her... and it cuts deep into her."

"I... I hope this is the right thing, I mean... I can't commit to Ashley forever."

"When we see the judge on Monday, you'll be granted two months. After Christmas, she should have another home."

"Well... that'll work I suppose."

"Oh, by then you'll be crying when you have to give her up," warned Dr. Lambert with a grin. "And with that said, let's bring in Katie. I'll be back." And thus she set her teacup down and rose from her chair. Two minutes later, she led Katie in by the hand. "Look who we have to see you, dear!" she said.

"Mommy!" cried Katie.

"Baby!" cried Mrs. Ellison. "Oh, Katie! You know how bad I wish to take you back home where you belong!"

But Katie only climbed onto her lap and began to suck her thumb. She nervously swung her legs and stared at her rug-burned knees. "Katie have friends," she said in her pre-school diction.

"Well, I'm really glad to hear that," replied Mrs. Ellison as she gently stroked her daughter's hair. "Some of the girls down the street have been asking about you... wondering when you'll come home. They miss you too, y'know."

Yet Katie continued to nervously suck her thumb and stare into space. Yet finally, she removed her thumb after a long silence and stood back up. "Katie bad girl!" she suddenly said out of the blue, recalling her old 'tag line.' With that, she hiked her gown and crawled back over her mother's lap, presenting her pale bare bottom.

"I suppose you have been," replied Mrs. Ellison as she tried to bury the thought of the journal in her mind. Yes, she was somewhat angry and hurt that Katie resisted returning home to her. Yet she looked up at Dr. Lambert with confusion, even though she'd done such things before.

"Barriers are comforting," explained Dr. Lambert. "And discipline is an expression of such barriers. Do carry on."

Mrs. Ellison nodded. Then, she gave those bare buttocks a gentle squeeze and a rub. "Now honey, I may love you to death, but you're not getting back up until I get some tears out of you!" With that, she raised her hand and let fly a brisk slap.

Katie winced and jolted as the tingling sting rapidly soaked in. "Ooooh!" she gasped. Yet before she could protest, a short series of slaps landed her bare backside. 'Smack! Smack! Slap!' went her mother's hand as she quickly turned that bottom pink. "Ooow! Oooh! Ooooh!" cried Katie. She took deep breaths as her bottom stung. Yet soon she felt her mother's hand gently rubbing the sting out.

Mrs. Ellison rubbed and squeezed for a few moments, before letting her fingernail caress down the crack. Katie winched and gasped as her legs kicked out. "You're getting more, dear," she said as she paused to poke at her puckered rectum. She gave it a brief tickle before opening her hand again. 'Smack! Whack! Slap!' went her hand across her daughter's bottom, now leaving dark pink splotches.

"Ooow! Yeeooow!" cried Katie. Yet the collective sensations caused her to hump firmly against her mother's lap, each thrust only making her little clit harder and wetter.

"Sooo, you HAVE been a bad girl," said Mrs. Ellison as she paused to rub her daughter's red bottom. "If you think you're too old to get a bare-bottom smacking from me, you're 'sorely' mistaken!" she said. "And I doooo mean 'sorely!' She gently tickled that little bum hole in a circular motion, before spanking those tantalizing bare globes once again. She spanked hard, causing her own hand to ache. Yet each smack brought not only a yelp from young Katie, but more wetness as well. And once again, she stopped to rub and tease that sore red bottom, tickling her crack all the way down. But then with her left hand, she reached for her purse sitting next to her on the floor. She unzipped it to produce a small oval plastic hairbrush. "I knew this would come in handy!" From her position, Katie twisted her torso to look back over her shoulder to see what her mother was up to. Yet Mrs. Ellison only pushed her back down, albeit gently. "No, you stay in your place dear," she insisted. And thus she rested the flat oval against that warm bare bottom. She gave a few taps and rubs with it against that vulnerable crimson flesh. "Now this is gonna hurt more but I expect you to hold still!" And with that, she gave a harsh smack with a flip of the wrist.

"Ooooow!" cried Katie as she bolted and her legs kicked. Yet Mrs. Ellison did not relent. 'SMACK! CRACK! WHACK!' went the hairbrush on her bottom. The sting burned hot and the impact traveled up her back. Yet her wiggling and squirming only agitated her swollen clit against her mother's lap bringing her ever closer to the threshold. Nevertheless, the tears flowed freely down her cheeks by now.

But Mrs. Ellison paused to rub the nasty sting for a few moments, before one again caressing the crack and the ever-so-sensitive flesh between her legs. "I know what you want," said Mrs. Ellison. "You want to have an orgasm, don't you! You're about there, aren't you?! Well, first you're gonna get a few more hard swats with the brush on your red bare bottom... and it's gonna make you cry!" And thus she raised the hairbrush and flipped her wrist. 'SMACK! CRACK! WHACK!' In spite of her best efforts, Katie burst into crying now. Her legs fluttered about as she wiggled and squirmed. Yet Mrs. Ellison continued until she had swatted each side six times. Finally, she set the brush down. She rubbed those hapless red globes for a few moments before caressing her crack and teasing her little bum hole.

"Ooooh! Aaaaah!" moaned Katie over her tears. "Mooommyyyy!"

"Yes, just about there, I see," said Mrs. Ellison. And thus she teased and ticked for a few more moments until the tell-tale signs of shrieking filled the office.

The tingling sensations of her crotch and bottom pushed her over the edge. Katie burst into another raging orgasm right on her mother's lap, soaking her thigh with her juice. Her head spun and her vision blurred as the pulsations of the climax raced all over her body. Perhaps she passed out for a few moments. But finally, she recovered.

And thus Mrs. Ellison pulled her back up and set her down in a sitting position once again. She hugged her daughter tightly and kissed her wet cheek. "Just the thing for naughty girls, no," she said.

"Oh Mommy!" cried Katie as she hugged her back. And thus they sat their for many moments without a word.

And as an observer, Dr. Lambert did not intervene. She just sat and watched, although with legs tightly crossed. But eventually, she spoke. "Katie, dear! Why don't you go back to the activity room while I have a talk with your mum."

And thus she gave her mother one last tight squeeze before standing up and straightening her gown. "Bye Mommy!"

"I'll see you later, dear," replied Mrs. Ellison.

And thus Dr. Lambert uncrossed her legs and rose from her chair. "I think it's time that you and Ashley do a little bonding now. When you take her home, she needs to feel comfortable. In her eyes, a home is a bad place. THIS is the only home she trusts!"

"Well... I'll do my best," assured Mrs. Ellison. "So what do you propose?"

Dr. Lambert drew a deep breath. "I propose that... you give her a spanking too!"