The Rougher Explicit Collection of Stories Box Set Compilation

by Amira Bradford

The End.

  Girlie Girl's Doctor Visit

  My knees were bent, covered with the sheet, and my feet were firmly set in the stirrups. It was my annual checkup, and I waited for my doctor to come in the room. The air conditioner was blowing full blast, and my nipples were hard and erect, poking through the paper. Still, even with the cold air, I could feel fluid leaking from my wet and swollen cunt, and the room had the scintillating, unmistakable odor of the need to fuck. Delicious!

  I shut my eyes and waited. Certainly was taking him a long time to get to me today. I had not slept much the night before, and was feeling a little irritable. I must have fallen asleep for a few minutes, because the next thing I knew, two of his nurses were standing on either side me -- one of them patting my arm.

  "Girlie Girl? Doctor was called away to the hospital to deliver a baby. He asked Nurse Janie and me to take very good care of you while he was away. It will be at least an hour before he returns, and we were wondering if you think you might enjoy a massage while you're waiting. We'll even let you fall asleep. Are you interested?"

  Mostly I was disappointed. I really wanted to get the checkup over and done with. I had been here all morning, going through lab work, stress tests, being prodded and poked, and wearing these silly paper gowns. I knew, though, if I chose to leave, I would simply have to return another day to complete the checkup.

  "Sure. Of course. A massage would be nice. That's a new service, right? How much will it cost me?"

  Nurse Janie said, "Oh, it's our treat. Doctor was very specific about our looking after you and keeping you comfortable. You are his very favorite patient, you know," and she slid her arm under my neck to help me sit up. The paper sheet fell to the floor and I was naked...and getting colder.

  Nurse DeeDee left the room momentarily and returned wheeling in a portable massage table. In no time at all, they had it completely set up and dressed with a full heating pad, sheet and pillow.

  "We're going to keep you undraped, Sweetie, since the heating pad is on, and I've turned down the A/C. Have you ever heard of Tantric massage?"

  I shook my head, 'no'.

  "Oh!" said Nurse Janie. "You're going to love this. Usually it's just done one on one, but today you're in for a real treat -- a four-handed Tantric massage. Nurse DeeDee will be on one side of you, and I will be on the other. We will both be doing the same strokes most of the time.

  "By the way, you certainly smell very yummy!"

  Nurse DeeDee helped me up on the massage table, and asked me to lie face down, with my arms at my side.

  "Blow out slowly through your mouth. Now hold it to a count of five, and inhale through your nose. Let go, Sweetie. Let go. Just enjoy..."

  I felt warm oil poured into the small of my back, and four hands begin to stroke my tired body. They lifted my legs high enough to fully spread them apart, and laid them back down on the table.

  I felt four hands on my ass cheeks, massaging so very slowly. The warm oil was scented and intoxicating, as their hands moved from my ass, up my back, to my shoulders and neck. Back and forth...back and forth, so rhythmically and slowly. Fingers spread my ass cheeks, as hands moved my legs even further apart, with my feet dangling off either side of the table. I felt fingers alternately softly rimming my ass, while another pair of hands spread my cunt lips and played with my clit, using even more warm oil. They worked methodically, but not fast. Everything they did was timed perfectly to match my breathing. And while they played with me, they kept massaging my body, too. I realized there was a steady drum beat, accompanied by flute music. I had not noticed when they turned it on, and was not even sure where it was coming from.

  It seemed they massaged my ass, back, legs and cunt for a very long time. I did not want them to stop, though I was certain the hour was almost at an end.

  "Time for you to roll over, Sweetie."

  Nurse DeeDee? Nurse Janie? I couldn't tell. I didn't care.

  They placed a pillow under my head when I settled on my back, and they put a padded eye mask over my eyes so the overhead light would not bother me. Again on either side of me, the nurses began to massage my nipples and my titties. They stroked them so lightly until my nipples were fully erect, and I felt their lips on my titties, sucking, kissing. I faintly heard them "ooooooh" and "ahhhhhhhh" while they sucked and kissed. One of them said, "Look at these nipples! Doctor was right...they are very suckable and so big!"

  More warm oil was poured onto my belly. Their soft, expert fingers and palms spread the oil up my stomach to my chest and down my arms. Over and over and over their hands worked magic on my body, returning again and again to my nipples to tease and enchant me.

  One of the nurses moved to my feet and spread my legs even further apart, while the other nurse leaned down to my ear and said, "You smell soooo wonderful! Do you mind if we take turns tasting you?"

  "Oh, please! I insist!" I whispered, barely able to raise my voice. "Just don't stop touching me." I was pleading with them as though I had never been touched before, and this would be my last opportunity.

  "Janie," Nurse DeeDee said, "I'll spread her lips and you go first. I want to taste your spit mixed with her juices when it's my turn!"

  Nurse Janie climbed up on the table and placed her mouth over my spread cunt lips. She licked the inside then the outside, running her tongue through my pubic hair, then tickled and lightly flicked my clit slowly with her tongue, sucking and kissing until I exploded in orgasm, writhing beneath her, her spit mixed with my cum.

  "Oh, God! Oh, God! Please, God!" I moaned and rolled from side to side, my legs wrapped around Nurse Janie's body, as Nurse DeeDee sucked my titties again. "Please don't let this end! Please make it last!"

  Before I completely stopped rolling, the nurses changed position, and Nurse DeeDee inserted a vibrating dildo into my cunt. And, while she rimmed my ass with her fingers, she kissed and sucked my clit with her lips, poking and prodding and tongue fucking my cunt.

  Nurse DeeDee raised her head and said, "Make her suck, too!"

  I could not see, but I could sense Nurse Janie unbuttoning her uniform, unhooking her bra and letting her titties fall into my face. I latched on to one nipple, then the other, as though I were a hungry baby seeking milk I sucked titties and loved it! I loved all of what they were doing, and I never wanted it to end!

  Just as Nurse DeeDee sucked my clit to orgasm, and I gasped out loud, the door opened and I heard my doctor's voice.

  "Oh, Ladies! What a fine job you've done taking care of my Girlie Girl! Now you understand why I love to ride her bus! Didn't I tell you she is the best fuck?"

  The nurses raised my head up with two more pillows and uncovered my eyes so I could watch the doctor get undressed. His cock was hard and ready for me, and he looked me in the eye and said, "How much more do you want, Girlie Girl?"

  I panted, out of breath. "As much as you have to give me, Doc," I said. "But you weren't supposed to tell anyone about the Girlie Girl fuck bus. You signed an agreement. I trusted you. We can't let this get out."

  "Honey," Nurse DeeDee said to me, while she slid a condom over his erect cock. "When Doctor returned from that first tour with your bus, he was a new man! We noticed the difference right away, and we needled him every day, stroking his ass, playing with his cock, exposing ourselves. You know how persuasive bare titties and hairy pussies can be!"

  "Yes," Nurse Janie chimed in. "We sucked his cock and licked his balls until we heard all about you and your fabulous exploits on that bus. Don't blame him, Girlie Girl. We had him totally pussified! He didn't name names or give details of the other passengers...except how you fucked all of them over and over!"

  Doc climbed up on the table and held my legs over his shoulders as he slid he cock into my cunt. He fucked me slowly at first, while the nurses sucked and kissed my titties. He exploded in orgasm, pulling out just in time to remove the condom and spray my tummy with his cum. The nurses eagerly licked his cum from my skin.

  "I think you've passed your phys
ical with flying colors, Girlie Girl!"

  The End.

  Surprise?

  It was going to be a long day.

  Claire had never been much for the world of romance. Running from secret organizations and superpowered serial killers never left her much time for that kind of thing. She was always more pragmatic, trying to figure out how to survive or, when surviving wasn't an issue, how to just deal with life on a basic level. So a month or so ago when her roommate had kissed her, it wasn't just confusion because she had a girl kissing her. It was more because she had anyone kissing her at all.

  Since then, things had been ... not awkward, but complicated. Gretchen had been doing a good job of giving her time ... that was something. But the more Claire thought about it, the less that was a benefit. With all the insanity from the carnival and her dad building up, it was getting to the point where she just wanted someone to be close to. She had confidants, she had people who understood her situation, she'd had them for years. What was driving her insane now was that her life was always so chaotic that she never had the time to stop and be comforted or just ignore even for a few hours that she was not and never could be normal. And considering she had exactly one friend here ... she was tired of having to keep a "minimum safe distance" from her.

  It was a shitty afternoon that day: raining outside, lightning crashing. From what Claire could see from her window, walkways were starting to flood. She sighed and left the curtains open, laying down on her bed inverted to watch the storm. On top of that, it was WAY too hot and the air conditioner was broken. Clair wasn't entirely comfortable with the pink, lacey underwear (nor did she even remember when she got them), but she'd already started laundry before this day had turned into a clusterfuck. "No class today," she mumbled, less than enthused, "Whoo." She tilter her head back from the torrential downpour outside and stared at the ceiling, bored out of her mind. It'd been one of those days. The ones where she couldn't stop thinking. And with nothing to actually do, it just gets worse and worse and worse.

  She bent her head back awkwardly (and, for anyone else, probably really uncomfortably) upsidedown as the door clicked. Gretchen, wearing an excessively large and soaked black poncho, slipped into the room and slammed the door behind her by leaning against it. She dropped her bag as she caught her breath, having run all the way across campus from her last class before the storm had shut the school down for the day. She opened her mouth to say something and paused, her eyes widening just a little bit as she looked down to see Claire laying down and arching herself up in her underwear. Claire immediately realized this may not have been the best way to choose to cool off at this, but it wasn't like she could throw something on. At least not without it being covered in detergent and water.

  "Laundry ... day," Claire said, somewhat meekly as she turned herself around, laying stomach-down and maybe a little less provocatively.

  "Oh ... right, laundry day," Gretchen answered, doing her best not to sound awkward or stare and shaking her head a little. She took off the poncho and retreated to her closet to change. Claire groaned and buried her head into her arms, feeling like a raging bitch for what she guessed she must have just put her friend through. 'I mean, it's not even like you DON'T like her,' she admitted to herself internally, 'So why can't you just be a woman and tell her?' She'd been having that fight with herself for days now on top of all the conflict, two probably-related facts, but it still was agonizing.

  She looked up suddenly with determination, then threw a glance to the window again. It WAS a shitty day. It WAS a long day. Only 10:55 in the morning and she'd already been exposed, overheated, stressed-out, and frustrated. 'DO something about it, then,' she commanded herself, 'Stop being such a pussy and just ... okay, Claire. Get up. Figure something out. Do it. That easy.' She spun around to sit up and looked at the slightly ajar closet door where she could hear the slight rustling of clothing. She breathed in deeply and got up, making quick strides over to it.

  Claire paused, her hand about to knock on the door. She felt warm, but not just from the broken air conditioning. She was nervous and more than a little excited. Her hand dropped lower as she thought out what she was going to do, barely realizng her impulses were acting for her. By the time her fingers had wrapped around the doorknob, she was barely moving herself at all. She looked down at her closed hand and exhaled finally, then pulled the door open slowly.

  Gretchen turned around, hands pulled behind her back and on the clasp of her bra. She paused, otherwise completely undressed, and stared back at Clair for a second. "Um, can I help you?" she asked just as nervously, tilting her legs away from Claire a little. While Claire didn't mind her showing off her firm, pale ass, she couldn't help but think she was acting a little weird. Well, weirder than she thought she would in this scenario.

  "If I was any good at come-ons, I'd have a one-liner about the bra," Clair said, unable to make her move away from the door or into the closet, "but I'm not. So I'm hoping that gives you an idea of why I'm in here on its own?" Gretchen tilted her head for a second in confusion, then mouthed an "Oh!" as she got to the point.

  "Claire ... it's not that I don't want to?" Gretchen answered, notably blushing a little, "But ... there are some things about me you don't know. And they're things that most people get a little freaked out by. Okay, well, one of them is." She closed her eyes for a second and nodded. Claire looked her over a little apprehensively, unsure what she could be talking about.

  She didn't have to wait that long to find out. Gretchen threw her bra to the side and turned around, letting Claire see all of her at once. Most of it was what she had expected: she saw her average-sized, but perky breasts, her flat stomach, the pale tone of her skin, long, graceful legs that were admittedly just a little more toned than she'd remembered them being ... and one thing she didn't. Between those legs hung what looked to be a rather large penis and a set of balls, completely shaved so there was really no mistaking what she was looking at. It was standing at attention, almost like it was staring at her.

  "Yeah ... for about five years now," Gretchen made herself say after a few seconds as Claire, a little shocked, stared down, "Not the girl part, the that part. I just woke up one day and ... yeah. I'm not sure how or why ... okay, look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you in the first place, but after you turned me down, I didn't think ... I didn't think you'd ever have to know. I'm REALLY good at hiding it. Just ... not right now." She closed her eyes, wincing a little at the embarassment. She was bright red in her cheeks, wishing she was somewhere else not here right now.

  Claire finally found the courage to step in right then, moving towards her. She pushed herself up a little, shorter than her roommate who now stood completely bared in front of her, and kissed her. As she put one hand on her hip and the other behind her head to pull her towards her, Claire could feel Gretchen's body tense, then relax. Her hands moved to Claire's hip and pulled her into her. Claire could feel the hard member against her sex and gasped into Gretchen's mouth, making her break the kiss.

  "So ... not a problem?" Gretchen asked her, looking down with a nervous smile. Claire grinned back and shook her head, just glad to be able to feel close. Besides, she had to admit that she was very interested in Gretchen's ... unique situation. She'd never been with anyone intimately and the idea alone seemed foreign and arousing. That it could be with this beautiful woman AND what was one hell of an impressive dick ... it wasn't a losing situation.

  Claire slipped away and back into the room, leading Gretchen by the hand a little towards her bed. She sat on it while Gretchen slipped between her legs and kissed her again, hands trailing down her body slowly. Claire reached back and unhooked her bra while her tongue gently slipped along the edges of the other girl's mouth, casting it aside quickly to free her taught breasts, nipples hard and eager for attention.

  Gretchen kissed down her neck, sucking just a little her thumb's slipped around the edges of Claire's panties. She moved down and tugged them down as her lips wrapped around Clai
re's right nipple after a few soft kissed around it. Claire gasped and wriggled her legs to let her panties fall free, her hands starting to ball against the covers. Gretchen moved to the other breast and slowly sucked as her teeth bit just a little. Her hands slid back up Claire's legs, gripping a little at her thighs. Claire felt lit-up, nerves starting to stand on end as Gretchen played with her.

  She bit her lip as she watched Gretchen sink down her body, kissing over her stomach and down to her pussy. She could feel that she was already wet and gasped a little higher as she felt her friend's tongue slowly move up her slit. Gretchen's hand's slipped in between Claire's legs with her head and she slowly slipped two fingers from her right hand into Claire's mound. Claire's fingers balled the sheets as she started to groan, Gretchen's tongue lapping at her clit while her fingers slid into her. Her mind swirled and one of her hands reached up and wrapped its fingers through Gretchen's dark hair, steadying herself and pushing down just a little.

  Claire's eyes widened a little in surprise as she felt Gretchen replace her fingers from one hand with those from the other, then prod the slippery digits at her asshole. She could tell Gretchen was waiting for an invitation or rejection, so, despite initial internal resistance, spread her legs a little wider. Claire reminded herself she couldn't feel pain as she invited Gretchen into her tightest, most forbidden area, and moaned as her fingers pistoned her ass slowly while her tongue and other hand worked her sex.

  Claire's clit was engorged and starting to throb as Gretchen worked her over eagerly, muslces pulsing as she felt herself on the edge of orgasm. "Oh, God, don't stop!" Claire panted, "Please don't stop!" She moaned loudly, muscles contracting to grip at Gretchen's finger as she came. She pushed Gretchen into her mound and felt her fingers digging at her own palm against the bed, tilting her head back as her pitch heightened between ragged breaths.

  She loosened her grips and let herself slide back to laying on the bed, catching her breath for a second. Gretchen looked up from between her legs, pulling her fingers out of Claire as she stood up to look over her quivering, naked body.