Medicine by Mouth

Kim was in the group of three girls who went with Doris. One of her compatriots whispered to Kim: “I wonder if they’re going to serve them to us on a bun.”

Kim smiled.

None of the girls expected what awaited them.

“We brought all the ones who need wheelchairs to the dining room because it has wheelchair access,” Doris explained.

“Can they even stand?” Mary asked.

Doris nodded. “Almost all of them can stand or they wouldn’t be living here. But some are really old and get tired. Some, like Mr. Brown over there, are just too fat to stand very long. And a couple have colostomy bags.”

“What’s that,” Lori asked.

“They poop into a bag attached to their stomach,” Doris explained. “But don’t worry. It’s sealed.”

Then she grabbed Kim’s hand. “Come here, Kim,” she said, brightly. “Why don’t I introduce you to Mr. Stabler.”

Mr. Stabler was one of the men with a colostomy bag. He stood up with a little assistance, and then just held on to the arm rests of his chair behind him while Kim nervously knelt at his feet. Doris helped him unbutton his shirt, while Kim undid his belt and zipper and helped slide his pants down to his feet.

“If you feel yourself getting unsteady, Marcus” Doris told him “just sit back down in your chair.”

Kim stared straight ahead. The man’s cock was old and shrivelled, and she felt admittedly a bit reluctant to put it in her mouth. But what worried her most was the position of the man’s colostomy bag, which was full of soft, brown shit and lying on the man’s stomach just above his groin. It was immediately apparent that, with each forward thrust, Kim’s little nose would push right into it.

“You’d better get started, Sweetie,” Doris told her. “These old men can only stand for a short period of time.”

Kim opened wide and leaned forward.

The cock in her mouth tasted a little funny, but it wasn’t that bad, so she started to slide her mouth back and forth. Sure enough, with her first forward thrust, her nose pushed right into the brown bag, such that she felt the shit displaced by it. Still, she kept bobbing her head to and fro, and soon felt the old man’s cock beginning to grow.

As she glanced around, she saw that she was completely encircled by men in wheelchairs now, the circle 3 to 4 rows deep. In addition, there were two nurses and Doris, with all eyes trained on her and what she was doing. In addition, both nurses and Doris had cameras out, aimed right at her. Doris noticed her eyeing the cameras and explained:

“The nurses were told to get pictures of you for the complex brochure; and your principal told me told me to get pictures specifically of you, Kim, for the school and his office. Kim paused to pose for the cameras, and then resumed.

Longer and longer, and harder and harder Mr Stabler’s rod grew. Kim was thrusting her head harder and harder onto it, trying to drive it down her throat with each thrust. It had grown so long and hard now that each thrust made it pop past her tonsils into her throat, and she was very pleased. It was now almost 6 inches long, but still her nose was jabbing the brown bag of shit with every plunge. Harder and harder she pumped harder and harder she felt her nose strike the bag and the belly behind it. Until, finally, the bag popped off its mooring and shit started to leak down into the old man’s groin. Seeing this, Kim dove forward to put her mouth as far onto his cock as possible and stuck her tongue out to catch the leaking fluid. A nurse stepped forward to reconnect the bag, but it was too late. Kim’s mouth was now filled with sift shit.

“It’s okay now, Kim” the nurse said kindly.

Kim withdrew a bit and resumed bobbing her head, now being a little more careful. The feel and taste of shit in her mouth was different, but not unpleasant to her. She found it kind of cool how it felt to be sucking a cock inside a mouth that was filled with soft shit. Everyone watched her in amazement.

Finally, Mr. Stabler’s whole body started to jerk, and everyone knew that he was exploding into Kim’s mouth. She slid back and tilted her head upwards a bit so he could see her face being filled up with his semen. Her eyes looked prettier than ever.

Finally, she slid off and opened up her mouth to reveal a pool of cum lying atop a mouthful of shit.

“Oh! Hold that! Hold that!” Doris said, fumbling with her camera in all her excitement.

About thirty pictures later, with Kim posing both with her mouth open and closed and smiling, a little stream of brown liquid shit leaking out the side of her mouth, Kim got to swallow. It took several swallows to coax everything down her throat. But finally, she opened wide and thrust out her brown tongue to show everyone that everything was gone.

It took several more blowjobs and some old guy actually taking a leak in her mouth before her tongue was its normal pink colour again. But Kim didn’t mind. Everyone just kept telling her how pretty she looked.

“Those pants look great on you, young lady,” Mr. Johnson said, fondling her ass and tracing the line of her panties through her black pants with his hand as he waited behind her in his wheelchair and she sucked off the man everyone just called ‘Old Abe’.

It was after her tenth blowjob that she was informed that, because older men were ‘assumed’ to produce less semen, she and the others girls at the complex would be expected to stay until about 9 p.m., and to give 60 instead of the usual 30 blowjobs, to make up for the difference. “That’s okay, isn’t it, Kim?” the nurse asked her. “We’ve already called your parents and they know that one of them will need to pick you up around 9.”

“Hmm hmmmm,” Kim nodded happily. She was in no hurry at all for this fun afternoon to end.

Katie, meanwhile, finished off Mr. Aldershot, Mr. Mullen, Mr. Bigsby, Mr. Thoms, and one janitor within her allotted 90 minutes and was off to the gym to see Coach Black and his two assistants and the senior basketball team. She’d blown a lot of guys in her short history, including several from the junior basketball team, but never one of the seniors. As she rushed excitedly down the stairs to the gym, she bumped into the principal.

“Hi, Daddy,” she said.

“Off to the gym?” he asked her.

“Uh huh,” she answered brightly.

“I’ll sneak down later with my camera,” he said, with a wink. “To get some nice pictures to show your mom.”

“Maybe we can meet in your office after all this is done so you can take even more pictures,” Katie said.

“More pictures?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“You know… family photos,” she answered, invitingly.

He smiled. “That would be fun.”

“It’s a date then,” Katie said, kissing her Dad and racing off to meet her ‘team’.

In the gym, the team was doing their drills, while Coach Black and his two assistants watched from the sidelines.

“Come here, Katie,” the coach said, waving her over. “You know Coach Little and Coach Byner, don’t you?”

“I know Coach Little,” she answered, trying not to laugh. She already blown him a couple of times, and he was anything BUT little.

“Well then,” the head coach said. “Tom, this is Katie Stanner, the principal’s daughter.”

“I know all about YOU, Miss Stanner,” Tom Byner said.

“Who doesn’t?” Coach Little added.

Katie gave him a ‘you’re a bad boy look’. “Just because of that, I’m going to do you last.” And with that, she dropped to her knees to start on Coaches Byner and Black, undoing one zipper and starting on that cock, all the while reaching over to undo the second zipper. Soon, her talented mouth was bouncing back and forth between the two coaches.

Coach Little ran over to where his players had all stopped their drills to watch. “Come on, guys. Get back to your drills,” he said. “You’ll all get to drill the principal’s daughter in a few minutes.”

Brooke Adams ultimately was thrilled that she wore her white shorts and top, but not because their colour matched the sailors uniforms. Instead, it was because she wouldn’t have wanted to get nice pants or jeans dirty kneeling on a ratty old horse’s blanket on dirt. She didn’t mind if her bare knees got dirty.

Plus, being such huge, warm-blooded animals, it was hot for her kneeling under each horse.

Yes, it was to the stables where this gorgeous blonde was brought on her first day, after she’d blown 5 commanding officers in the main officer’s lounge.

“He’s beautiful,” she said of the first horse, whose name, appropriately enough, was Lucky. “I didn’t even know that you guys even had horses.”

“Just ten of them,” she was told. “They don’t have any real official purpose. But several of the officers do ride, and this all used to be an army barracks where horses were used sometimes.”

“Are they going to get all frisky?” she asked, her only concern.

“Me and one of the stable hands will hold their front and back, so you’ll be safe under there.”

Brooke laughed, patted her first horse’s head, and then scooted back to his hind end, where a blanket was already on the ground waiting for her.

“Do I have to do them all 3 times?” she asked, staring up and out from where she was kneeling, just before starting.

The stable hand laughed and shook his head. “You’ll find that these fellows give off a lot more juice than men do. Ten of these boys will be plenty.”

Brooke laughed, looked straight ahead, opened her mouth, and dove forward.

Everything proceeded a little slower and lasted a little bit longer that first day than on subsequent days. It was past seven-thirty when the last bus left the naval base; and almost eight when buses from the men’s college loaded up to return back to the school. Girls assigned to have stayed at school left throughout the evening, depending on whether they could walk home, or needed a ride or bus ride home. Of course, Mr. Stanner and Katie drove home together.
Kim was the last girl to finish her first days work. The older men she was working on just needed more ‘encouragement’ to shoot their loads; many pissed into Kim’s mouth before they shot semen into it; but all of them ultimately did their duty and Kim did not discriminate between fluids, eagerly swallowing everything. Her mom and dad showed up at 7:00 so they could watch their daughter at work for an hour or two, and were not disappointed. They happily waited until 10:25, when she swallowed her last load.

“Dad?” Kim then offered.

Mom encouraged her husband to join in, but he shook his head. “Maybe at home,” he answered quietly.

On the days that followed, things ran smoother and smoother. For one, there was less pomp and ceremony. Second, the girls became more and more aware of where they had to go. And finally, they became more efficient once on their knees. Through the weekend, many girls were called to supplement whatever assignments they still had by prostituting themselves. Brooke, Katie and Kim all worked the street on Friday and Saturday night; and Stephanie carried a pager while a pimp named Ali drove her around to service clients Saturday and Sunday. All concern the girls had that they wouldn’t get enough cocks to suck were quickly put to rest. Wearing tight pink hot-pants, a baby blue, short-sleeved t-shirt and heels (a completely different look to what she’d worn for her seniors), pretty Kim kneeled to orally service more than 50 guys in a back alley on Friday night; and Saturday was even busier for her. A few clients wanted to go from another girl’s asshole directly into Kim’s mouth, and asked her if that would be okay. Of course, Kim just laughed and said that’d be fun. (She’d never, ever forget sweet old Mr. Stabler and his ‘belly bag’.)

Finally, it was with a certain amount of sadness that Sunday night came and girls said ‘goodbye’ to their first week’s assignments. Though excited to be try something new, they all had become fond of the places they’d grown used to and the males they had sucked. However, Monday morning came and, with it, a whole new wave of excitement. The girls all had 39 more weeks of this; and they all wanted to enjoy every single minute of it. Kim Henry, fortuitously dressed in baby blue shorts on this day, happened to be standing next to Brooke Adams when she opened her envelope.

“That’s odd,” Kim said.

Brooke glanced towards her, and Kim met her gaze.

“I’m going to the naval base; but there are only 15 names on my list.” Kim looked sad.

“Is one of them named Lucky?”

Kim looked more closely at her list, and then nodded.

“And Starbuck… and Racer?”

Kim nodded again.

Brooke’s face broke into a huge smile.

“Don’t worry,” she told Kim. “You’ll have a blast.” And then, glancing down at Kim’s gold-coloured wedge heels, she chuckled: “Just be careful to look where you’re stepping.”