An Orgasm A Day… [FF, schoolgirl, forced orgasm]

Every character in this story is 18+. The story gets quite extreme and there is mild urethra insertion.

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*But what keeps the nurse away?* Sylvia wondered, as she always did, staring at the smiling thumbs-up girl on the ‘An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away’ poster in the waiting area of the school infirmary. That girl’s skirt was way shorter than school regulations would allow. *They can’t even get their own dumb policies straight.*

“Sylvia, thanks for coming early. No pun intended. Take your clothes off and lie down; I’ll be right with you.” The nurse tapped her padded examination table, a place where hundreds of girls had thousands of orgasms since the new mandatory rule was enacted to quell a rise in student depression. It was on that table that Sylvia had her first sexual experience; two hours of experimentation with the nurse to finally have a passable orgasm and a checked box next to her name on the sheet. She was a difficult case… which was probably why the nurse always insisted she arrived earlier than anyone else in the morning.

Miss Collins was young for a nurse. With her bleached hair, nose ring, and baby face, she could almost be mistaken for a student, though no one else had breasts as large as hers. The pronounced cleavage might have been worn to help the boys with their mandatory orgasm, but Sylvia didn’t like to think too long about what the boys had done on a table now touching her bare buttocks. Her white knee-high socks and black shoes made her feel more naked somehow.

‘Love your body, love yourself’ Miss Collins had repeated several times during their long sessions. But that didn’t come easy when the giant breasts of a gorgeous woman were casting a shadow over your petite, quivering body. “I’m ready, Miss Collins,” she finally said with eyes closed tight in a wince of apprehension for the fingers about to run up her lightly spread thighs and part her barely moist vulva.

“Sylvia, I’ve had my fingers up your coochie a hundred times. I think we’re close enough that you can call me Patricia.”

“OK…” Sylvia said, but nothing else. The daily mandatory orgasm had sucked every ounce of fun from going to school. The stress of being unable to perform despite the nurse panting from jack-hammering her fingers in her kitty while tuning her nipples with her other hand created a vicious circle of self-loathing failure.

“You seem more nervous than usual,” The caring nurse asked, putting on a latex glove with a snap. Is it because it’s been a while? You were supposed to practice during Christmas vacation.”

“I tried… I can never get there on my own.”

“I know, I know. But I have a surprise for you. No fingering today.” An odd thing to say while prodding a student’s birth canal with your finger. But perhaps it was just a formality to say she had tried. This was the best news Sylvia had ever heard in this office, even if the orgasm was likely canceled today only.

“Because I bought THIS!” Patricia brandished a pink alien device with black straps. A kind of mutated trident with foot-long prongs of various thicknesses. It was connected to a long white tube that disappeared under the table. The middle finger of this three-digit hand was as thick as a water bottle.

“The principal was furious because it cost me my entire budget for the year but I told him how much time this would save on girls that are struggling a little bit with their quota. I have to admit it looks a bit big for a girl your size now that I see it next to you. I probably shouldn’t have gone with the extra-extra-large model, but they were all the same price so it’s more bang for your buck. No pun intended.”

“It’s like a vibrator?” Sylvia asked with a shaking voice. The nurse had tried vibrators on Sylvia’s clit with disappointing results. She couldn’t imagine this repulsive monstrosity having better chances.

“Yes, but it’s all internal. It goes in every hole to vibrate, massage, and rub your G-spot from three different angles.” Patricia spat on each prong in turn and rubbed her saliva on the nubby shafts, reminding Sylvia that the gloves had nothing to do with hygiene and everything to do with not wanting wrinkly fingers after a day of fingering wet pussies. Being the first appointment of the day had at least one upside knowing the nurse did not change them between students.

“Which part goes inside me…?”

Patricia’s confused look came with a cheeky smile like she was trying to determine if Sylvia was joking or not. “All of them… Look, nothing changes from your end, OK? Just relax. Go to your happy place. Love your body. And let me do the rest.”

With the flick of a switch, the device came alive. All three dildos buzzed, whirled, and jerked disturbingly as if trying to analyze the air in fifty different ways. The chance of relaxing had slipped Sylvia by. She was tensing every muscle she had as the thing approached her crotch.

“Do I need to break out the stirrups again?”

“N-no, sorry.” Sylvia had subconsciously closed her legs together. Whatever defilement the orgasm device had in store for her little mismatched orifices, she didn’t want to endure it while locked in stirrups.

At first contact, someone who didn’t know better might have thought the device was electrocuting this poor girl with a loose wire given Sylvia’s arched back and convulsions. She wouldn’t have been able to close her legs on the contraption even if she wanted to at that point, her body now made of stone. Like thick, wet, swirly fingers, the dildos simultaneously penetrated all three holes of her crotch. Her pussy had never had more than two fingers inside but was plowed by a rubber cock bigger than any pornstar. Her little puckered bumhole was experimented on once with a pinkie, but now had the equivalent of 4 fingers probing depths never explored. And it went without saying that her urethra was as virgin as a urethra tends to be when the smallest of the three dildos poked through.

The girl’s mouth was screaming but no sound came out. Even her diaphragm was rigid as a board. Deeper and deeper the rubber penises were pushed inside by the nurse fighting against Sylvia’s contractions. After every new inch, Sylvia was certain there was no more room, but more room was always found.

“There we go.” The nurse announced when three feet of wiggling rubber had bottomed out in their respective holes. She secured the alien cocks at their maximum depth using the thigh straps and said the one thing that could make Sylvia’s situation worse: “Now I can turn on Orgasm Mode.”

Though it had felt ON during penetration, Sylvia had to adjust her standards in an instant. The gently vibrating device was now an electric mixer kneading her internal dough. Her muscles found ways to tense even harder, and now that Patricia had her hands free, she could play with Sylvia’s hard nipples pointing at the blinding ceiling lights. As advertised, the girl’s g-spot was the victim of a frontal assault and pincer attack through the adjacent membranes. Something was bubbling inside her quickly, something that normally took an hour to slowly build up.

“I’m… I’m…” The words barely came out and Sylvia would have never said a crude word like ‘cumming’ anyway. It was obvious though and the nurse pinched Sylvia’s breasts with four fingers against her palms to help her get there. Patricia had clocked over a hundred hours of trial and error so no one else knew that tight little body more than her, not even its owner.

Sylvia’s eyes were rolled in the back of her head, mouth and pussy drooling uncontrollably with a back arched like a gymnast doing the bridge. She came harder and longer than ever in her life, but the clenching of her holes triggered one last feature..
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“What… is… that…” Sylvia struggled with each word, but she had to know why warm sticky goo was filling her tummy from the vaginal and anal prongs.

“Oh!” Sylvia smiled without stopping her breasts massage. “That’s real semen being pumped into your womb and rectum. Good thing I thought to gather every boy’s ejaculations since the beginning of the year. We’re going to have to put you on the pill from now on, though.”

“Why!?” Words did not come easy to Sylvia in her current debilitated state, but she was able to nail her confusion and disgust with a single one.

“Well, because when a boy plants his seed inside a girl’s garden, sometimes a flower grows. The pill is like a herbicide that will stop the…”

“Why!?” Sylvia repeated.

“You mean why does it have a semen pump? I think it adds a sense of fulfillment, of accomplishment. Your orgasm made your partner orgasm. It’s a beautiful dance that…”

“WHY!?”

“Ohhh, why does it have to be genuine? Well, the idea is that since all the semen I collect goes into one big jug, you can fantasize about having sex with your crush because his sperm samples are part of the mixture. You can imagine anyone you want from this school, even a teacher, and his swimmers are probably swimming up your fallopian tubes right now. Pretty tantalizing, right? You can even imagine being double-stuffed by the entire football team. They contribute *a lot* of sperm.

“No… I don’t… mmmhh, yes…. yes… yes!” Sylvia’s own hands had replaced Patricia’s on her breasts. She was pulling on them more roughly than the nurse ever dared. She was like an erupting volcano with an infinite supply of magma. The sperm kept flowing as if the churning-and-pumping machine didn’t know how to handle orgasms that went on for too long.

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“Miss Collins?” followed a knock.

Sylvia couldn’t believe her ears. Still stuck in intense pleasure paralysis, she was incapable of covering her exposed bits in the presence of a boy in the nurse’s office. The hands caressing her sweaty, contorted naked body were not responding to her mental calls for dignity.

“Ah, Nathan, you’re a bit early, but that’s fine,” Patricia said as if she had forgotten her first appointment was still in progress. “There’s some space next to Sylvia’s head just take off your pants and sit down.” Looks like she hadn’t forgotten after all.

Sylvia accidentally locked eyes with Nathan after he sat down. He was the one who first looked away in embarrassment. If Sylvia had a brain cell to spare, she would remember him from her classes.

“Is she OK?” he asked.

“She’s more than OK. I know she looks possessed but that’s what a girl’s orgasm looks like. Sylvia’s been sexually repressed for a long time but this machine is helping her love herself. I’m thinking of leaving her plugged in to get all that pent-up stress out of her system. You’re in the same class, right? Can you tell her teacher she’ll be with me all day while I go through my appointments?”

Sylvia didn’t catch all of that but the words ‘all day’ echoed in her vibrating brain. Did that mean giving every single boy a chance to see her naked and watch her climax while being filled with a sperm cocktail of their own concoction?

“So…” Patricia gently slapped Nathan’s bare thighs. “The usual?”

“Umm… yes please.”

Sylvia distinctively heard some sucking from a few inches next to her head. Is that what the nurse did to the boys? No wonder they were always so excited about their daily appointment.

“Wow, Nathan…” Patricia garbled the words with her head tilted up. She let the cum spill into Sylvia’s open mouth in a passionate kiss. Your brain on orgasm can’t tell what gross is apparently; a perverted instinct made Sylvia return Patricia’s tongue-heavy kiss and swallow Nathan’s babies along with the spit. It tasted like pure pleasure. Every new sensation was pure pleasure while the prongs were working their vibrating magic deep between her kidneys. Patricia eventually freed her mouth to finish her sentence: “That was quick.”

“S-sorry,” Nathan said looking away. Sylvia was at least relieved that she wasn’t the only one being awkward around a masturbation nurse.

“No, that’s great! Nothing to be ashamed of. Did you ejaculate faster because you were looking at Sylvia’s squirming body while she played with her perky little breasts?

“What? No… maybe it didn’t hurt.”

“And are you still horny because you watched me feed her your semen while making out?”

Nathan’s erection said enough.

“Did you hear that Sylvia? Maybe I’ll keep you around as an assistant if the principal is OK with it. The original goal was two orgasms a day; if we work together that seems achievable now.”

Sylvia moaned.

“Are you ready for round two, Nathan?”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10z35co/an_orgasm_a_day_ff_schoolgirl_forced_orgasm