The Turning: Part Five

Dr. Elixir is at her desk messing with tea packets when the orderly marches Halle, Cassie, and Blaire inside. Their skin is slick, their eyes wide, and the doc can’t hide her grin. Halle’s done exactly what she was taught. The doc waves the orderly out so she can run a few private checks. First up: a men’s mag. The girls recoil like it stinks, and the doc ticks the box like she just won a bet. Next, she pulls a dripping pair of panties from her coat, waving the soaked cotton till tongues are out and pussy juice streaks down thighs. The second the fabric hits the floor the three of them scramble, shoving and clawing to stuff the sweet cotton in their mouths. Blaire wins, snatches them clean, sucks them dry while the other two whine. They look up hungry, practically begging. The doc strips off the lab coat, tits out, smooth cunt on full display, and they dive in like they’ve been starved. Tongues slap and slide, fingers disappear, every hole gets tasted and every drop swapped until the floor is shiny with spit and slick. Once they’ve had their fill the doc sends Cassie and Blaire off to get cleaned up. She keeps Halle behind, plants a quick kiss on her forehead, and tells her there’s one last cherry to pop: sweet little Sara, the blushing bride-to-be who still thinks she’s straight.