The Morning After

College girl, voyeurism, first lesbian and threesome experience,

Never trust a guy, I kept telling myself as I hurried to the local Family Planning Clinic, intent on being the first person there.

Oh, I hadn't lost my faith in hard cock and sensational backseat humping, grinding sex.

But when a guy's frickin condom breaks, and you get that seepy oozy gooey creampie feeling between your shaved lady bits, in the full after throes of an intensely satisfying orgasm, you hate that nagging worry and guilt of possible pregnancy so much; you quickly try to push it to the back of your mind as you bask in the delightful selfish gratification of a youthful, sensational climax at eighteen.

The clinic was my only choice for the safety of the morning-after pill. I didn't want my local GP reporting back to my mum unprofessionally at Church. Yeah, my angelic choir girl days were long gone.

This clinic had a rep I knew for helping girls in need quickly and quietly. As I walked hastily to the clinic, I recalled last night.

Jarryn had said to me as he packed his happy prick back in his pants and threw the torn leaking mess out the car window into the lookout bush, "Sorry, but Halley, you'd be unlucky to get pregnant your first time."

Here was another dude suckered into thinking he had had virgin sex.

Yeah, unlucky was every girl's middle name with an over-excited, big, hard, fat prick between her legs — when a condom ruptures.

Jarryn was a prick who should have invested in proper extra-large condoms, not the cheap generic brand from the supermarket.

His colossal cock meant I needed extra protection.

On the street, I was as anonymous as I could make myself. I didn't want a gossip trail in my neighbourhood or at my local state college. I didn't deny my sluttish tendencies to myself or my whorish body needs to any guy, but the frickin neighbours and my rival tramps at school could mind their own business.

Mmm, while I was at it, I'd get a prescription for the regular pill; I had decided.

You can't trust males with bloody birth control, and Jarryn's cock was worth a second take.

My; the dude was big and filling.

But as I turned the corner onto High Street, I had my head down, my hoodie right over my fringe, and my darkest sunglasses hiding my eyes; not even CCTV was getting me as I sidled into the clinic entrance earlier than I had anticipated.

I saw the clock on the wall. It was only 8.15 am, with first come, first serve appointments beginning at 8.30.

In my rush to get here and get that pill, I had been too quick.

My hands were across my top. My ears are full of dark, brooding music from my headphones. My boots were loudly clomping as I hit the lino floor.

Surely, all eyes would be on me, even if they couldn't see my eyes.

The waiting room, though, was empty.

Good.

I had that momentary; thank god none of my slutty friends were here either. They'd think I was here for an STD test.

I plopped myself in the far corner seat of the waiting area, adjusting my loose dress, my only concession to what might follow, when the doctor asked me to spread my legs for an examination; then I realised I had better see the receptionist.

I took my hoodie and glasses off. I turned off my music. I looked at myself through the glass front door to get my confidence up.

Yeah, I was fine.

My brunette ponytail was cute and still neat. My shape was sexy even in a loose dress, and I wasn't looking pregnant, but it was only the morning after.

Who knew what those devilish little semen on the loose were intent on with egg chasing inside me!

I couldn't see anyone at the small glassed reception counter.

Though the sliding panel was open.

Then I realised again it wasn't 8.30, but I wanted to be the first appointment, and then I'd be quickly out of there.

It was Monday. I checked my mental school timetable with myself. I had biology at 9.00. I'd be late. Biology, well, I'd failed the birth control basics last night. 

I couldn't see anyone at the counter screen.

But I heard the sweetest of girly murmurs from inside the room.

"Uh, uh, yes, uh, yes."

Oh, I knew instantly a female was being serviced somewhere on her body where it was doing her the most good.

I peered and craned over the open service partition.

Oh My God!

The unexpected eyeful hit my senses like a dude's tongue tip on my aroused clitty, as I saw a guy, the doctor, I assumed, rim the young receptionist's gorgeous wet pink open arsehole as she was spread doggy on top of a large desk.

Her crisp white uniform was already creased and mussed as it was hitched up over her stunning rump and down over her lovely creamy white exposed breasts.

I mean, I like my arsehole getting the royal treatment from a guy's tongue, and it drives me wild.

But there was something so deliciously naughty in seeing another girl get it, well not only get it, but also get it good, really good, and really enjoy it.

She was craving it.

I could see the enjoyment on her face with each delving wet probe of the guy's tongue.

I mean, her arsehole was so glistening with tacky globs of spit.

"Ugghh, ugghh," the bitch moaned.

I knew my pussy was sopping as my panties stuck to my aroused girly lipettes opening like flower petals as I put pressure on them, opening and squeezing my thighs together as I soaked up a stunning dirty anal act as an unknown voyeur.

When the doctor's middle finger started poking in and out of the receptionist's flexing puckered pinkness, my fingers were just as active under my knickers, enjoying spreading my smeary wetness over my engorged clitty and deeper into my pussy slit with every seeking prod of the guys now two finger deal, in the pretty near naked receptionists arsehole. 

The bastard I noticed had on a wedding ring, which made me even more excited.

I was turned on by the swaying jiggle of her cute titties, her cherry nipples so hard, but it was her perky breasts bouncing like quivering perfectly moulded blancmanges that had me lust-centred.

I had never had a bi moment or bi experience, but I was having it now.

The need to suck this girl's tits. I needed my face buried between them. I required immediately to be smothered in her flesh mounds.

The bitch, she was off the desk. She had something in mind to suck. 

"Ooh, my, that's a handy piece of stiff meat," she gasped as she saw the object of her desire and need.

I barely got my hand over my mouth in time to stifle my surprise.

I mean, I thought Jarryn was well-endowered with a good eight inches. This doctor, probably about thirty, was packing serious male meat out of his zipper. And he was nine inches and change— and throbbing hard.

So stiff, pointing to the sky, well, the ceiling, technically. Silky dangling demanding nuts, too.

The receptionist started at his balls.

Oh, she knew what she was doing despite her youthful looks.

I would have started there, too.

But right now, I was watching and frigging myself with two fingers deep in my pussy and my palm pressing into my swollen clit, as the blonde tart licked his balls.

Then her tongue slid up his entire shaft in a smooth, fluid motion of mutual appreciation, and well, then, she gobbled his knob.

I mean, she was taking his head with gusto.

She was in the intense suck-off zone so fast.

Focussed on cock. Loving cock. Delivering her best for cock.

It was a treat to watch, but I now wanted my share of this enormous pecker too.

The speed of sex when you are in it, well, you're in it, and you reflect on the heady, energetic burst of frenzy later, but to see sexual heat, to see sexual energy flare and pulse, so rapidly; god, it took me by surprise.

Yeah, sex is a great spectator sport if you get to come off the bench and join in.

I mean, his cock was primed.

Teased unbearably well with her tongue and mouth work.

She was cock struck and gave her all.

He had no option but to get her up hastily, spin her around, raise one leg on the desk and hold it under her thigh and plough his huge stiff pecker into her shaved waiting pussy.

Their pleasure was instantaneous.

He gave her the complete schlong fat-filling fit.

She oozed wetness.

Her opening had the grip.

They combined the sucky, pucky, squelchy sounds of sex.

They had the mutual traction and attraction that made it, well, great sex.

It was all flesh-locked and flowing together.

And their goddamn dirty talk- oh my!

"Harder, uh, yeah, faster, uh yeah, drill me with that fat monster, ooh, ooh, yeah!"

" Like this, you tart," he groaned as he rimmed her butt.

I was wetter than I had ever been between my legs.

My mind was so engaged in their sex, too.

My orgasm was a virtual body binder; everything got sensitive at once, my clitty pulsed, my thighs quivered, my chest heaved, and my mind seared with pleasure, both theirs and mine in the instance.

I barely had time to realise the sod didn't have a condom on, and yet this place was run with the intention of getting everyone to practice safe sex.

Yeah, I realised safe sex was, as usual, left to us girls.

And I just hoped the receptionist was on the pill.

The girl moaned with the doctor ramming, insistent thrusting.

"Uughh, uughh, uugghhh!"

The guy groaned with the receptionists encircling tight but leaking lubricated flesh duct.

"Aaghh, aaghh, aaghh!"

I hit the high guttural, uncontainable fem-climax, the loud and clear, unstifled "OrRGHH" note.

Impossible to contain.

I had a you- beaut climax.

It was impossible not to; I had a front-row view of amazing, heated sexual synergy.

As I peaked, I wondered just how long these two had been working together yet holding back on getting each other and what had tipped the balance.

Of course, they looked at the counter and saw me.

I was pitched like a vixen in the forest howling on heat.

They both saw my flushed, heated face —saw my remnants of facial pleasure. Knew what I had been doing. Knew what I had seen. And was seeing.

The cocky doctor kept pumping the blonde's exposed pussy with male pleasure.

Takes a lot to stop a cock once it has pussy or arse.

He was caught out but was obviously male delirious with pecker happiness and insisted I come in.

The suave bastard crooked a finger at me. The one he just had up her arse!

The receptionist didn't seem to care what I did; she was enjoying her pussy approaching the peak of her orgasm.

Nothing was stopping her pleasure. I doubt the doctor's wife could have prised them physically apart.

As I came through the side door, it was the filthy doctor who told us, "Kiss each other, yeah, go on, you know you want to!"

And it was so easy to do.

My first kiss with another woman ever, and it was while she was being screwed senseless.

I mean, it was pashy and French and tongue-twisting and so frickin sexy. That was until her face contorted and her body tightened as she orgasmed.

I thought the doctor must have creamed his load into her. She moaned so loudly and repeatedly.

"Ughh, uugghh, uhh!"

I was massaging her sweet titties that I had had my eyes on before. They were so soft and springy. Squishy and squashy as I shaped them with the push and lift of my spread hands. Her nipples were so firm.

It was the grubby doctor who got me away from the young blonde's body and eased me across the desk, my floppy dress up over my navel, my moisture-stained knickers peeled off, and my cute arsehole getting professional attention from the unprofessional doctor.

But boy, was I glad for it. His tongue action was arse riveting divine. His delving was sure and dirty in the same instance.

He had the rimming and the application of mussy mushy wetness to a perfect combination.

My arse craved his touch. My arse demanded his touch. My arse couldn't believe it hadn't got this sort of treatment before.

Just as I was racing to cloud nine anal bliss, the whorette of a receptionist joined the bastard between my legs and was nibbling and sucking on my spread girly flaps at the same time.

My arse was in paroxysms of happiness, and my pussy in spasms of girly contentment.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh," I mouthed.

I had it all and wanted it all.

I didn't want it to stop.

I was twisting and flexing my body to try to meet the two tongues, delivering unbelievable double bliss to my body.

The bitch was fingering my slit deep. Her tongue pashed with my clitty. The sod was plying two fingers to the knuckle, spreading my tight little crack, ready for something huge.

I writhed. 

I was soaking.

I was aroused to the point of debasement.

There was nothing the pair couldn't do to my body that I would disapprove of.

The absolute blonde harlot pulled my legs back towards my ears and squatted over my face.

Her musky, girly, leaking liquid pussy; greeted my wet lips and tongue with a smear of her inner flavours. Then she was face-sitting me.

Rubbing her pussy and arse in my face, seeking and urging my tongue to explore everything, but especially her arsehole and her pussy.

It was divinely smutty.

A true pleasure treat as I licked and splashed and twisted my tongue wherever it had the freedom to roam as she ground her buttocks over my face and teased her pungent sodden pussy flaps and shaved pubic mound over my cheeks, nose and mouth.

Filth never felt so engaging.

"Oh fuck…Oh yeah…oh fuck…yes…yes …arhh…mmm…ah," from me as the doctor stopped flexing my arsehole with his fingers and eased his huge stiff knob head into my rear cupid's furrow, my little pink puckered starfish somehow accommodating the seemingly unmanageable.

God, I was brutally flexed by the bitch above me.

She pulled my legs back at the ankles, pinning my feet literally to my ears.

My arsehole, I felt it give and widen as my body flexed over, oh hell was the doctor in bloody deep.

I could feel his balls slapping against my bum cheeks.

There is depth, and there is the subterranean.

He flogged my arse.

I was bum-pounded.

Arse pummeled!

But the pleasure plateau was achingly blissful and constrictingly intense simultaneously.

Like overeating good food, my arse was over full. Still, I was leveraging an intoxicating altitude of reward and punishment combined in the same decadent instance of each battering cock penetration and the sweet sensitivity of his knob close to withdrawing at my puckered rim.

Oh, I knew there was heaven on earth; it was a huge cock stabbing in and out of my bum.

The bastard got his fingers teasing my clitty at the same time as the receptionist tart somehow pulled my legs seemingly even further back and even wider. I had never felt so sexually vulnerable and so sexually voracious as in the following minutes of passionate full body encompassing bliss and open anal pitted exposure.

My arse was battered like a butcher tenderising meat.

Its limits of sensitivity tested and retested.

I was comprehensively buggerised.

I was anally gouged.

"Oof, my, raah, ah, oof, raah!"

I was pumped deep with creamy male seed as he finally released one hell of a massive load in my needy arsehole, just as his finger work on my clitty led to a stunning climax.

But what caught me by surprise was my arseholes spasms as his cock jerked inside my butthole.

My arse and my pussy were giving me a series of powerful contractions together, so womanly intense and so earth-shaking.

"Aagh, aaghh!" 

My head was shaking from side to side. My chest heaved. My legs quivered.

My body was flooded with another wave of orgasmic delight. Catching through the ripples of the climax just complete.

Well, after the clean-up and introductions to Dr Mark Jones and Ms Narelle Hastings, who, yes, had had the hots for each other since the lass had started here two weeks ago, we had coffee together.

Narelle closed the clinic with a notice that appointments would start at nine-thirty.

The suave sod gave us both the morning-after pill, but in my case, only on the condition I came back this afternoon at two-thirty for a complete check-up.

"What do you mean," I said innocently.

I had seen the whole thing as a sensationally lucky one-off.

"Oh, the stirrups, sweetheart, and you think my cock is big, then wait till you get this," and he took from the draw a huge black linked beaded butt plug and said, "See the ridges, designed to open your so cute rump hole, bump by bump, inch by inch, stretching you until…well that's enough to get you thinking…off you go to college."

I hoodied up as I exited the clinic, seeing no one I knew.

And there I was, heading off to college.

Firstly, I realised why the clinic was so popular with college girls. The pill was dispensed, no questions asked.

And safe in the knowledge I wasn't getting pregnant.

Turning the corner, my hoodie was down, my glasses were off, and I felt so satisfied with myself and the world.

My pussy and arse were both still giving me an after-filled sense of happiness.

And then I realised: had I said safe?

Safe is safe, and the wild, dangerous side of sex beckoned, and I was up for whatever the afternoon held from the stirrups to that big anal beaded toy.

I wanted more of Narelle, too.

I believed already my arse could hold anything shoved into it after the doc's colossal cock.

Besides, I wanted those beads, link by link, ploughed into me already.

Suddenly, I couldn't wait.

Who waits for sex when it's been offered?

I circled back to the Family Planning Centre.

I was having it all now.