Amber's New Vitamins

Four large flat screens hung from the ceiling on the opposite wall, and every one of them showed a women's volleyball game. The athletes wore spandex shorts not much longer than the booty shorts Gina wore, and they fit the women just as tightly.

Gina's ass swayed from side to side as she jogged on the treadmill, her ass swinging eye level to Amber, glistening sweat beading on her ass cheeks and trickling down her thighs.

Amber swigged from the Nū Pink bottle and looked at the girls playing volleyball. Their shorts clung so tightly to their round bottoms, cleaving the two halves of their asses, revealing each lovely contour, and although Amber would have liked to hate the camera for dwelling too long on their legs and butts -- creeps -- she could not look away.

She realized she loved the female form, the female body. She had always admired a woman's poise, a woman's beauty, the way they could command grace one moment and look goofy the next. It seemed natural to want to watch a lovely woman, to want to be near one.

She snapped out of her reverie, shaking her head, and at that moment, Gina who had stopped jogging to slow to a cool down, now stopped altogether and stepped off her treadmill, wiping her body down with a small pink terrycloth towel. She caught Amber's glance and smiled cheerfully at her.

"Well, that's done," she chirped.

Suddenly Cyndi appeared, leering at both Gina and Amber. Amber watched Gina for signs of annoyance, but she saw only a pleasant smile on Gina's face. Then Amber noticed that she herself felt far from annoyed, and when Cyndi winked at her and said, "You're up next after Gina," Amber had to fight the urge to wink back.

Cyndi's affectionate enthusiasm was infectious.

Besides, she really was pretty, that Cyndi.

So pretty.

VIII

When Dr. Essenza finished another round of blood pressure tests and other readings, she held up a small pink package of pills.

"These are the vitamins," she said. "Take one a day, preferably in the morning, for the next week. Then when you come back, we'll run the same tests."

Amber stood up, took the proffered package, and started to walk out.

"There's one more thing," Dr. Essenza added. "Sit back down. I'll need to give you a little shot. Nothing major. But it'll condition the vitamins. I'd explain it to you, but it's awfully technical. Even for me, and I'm a genius."

Amber hated shots, but she didn't see any point in trying to understand something she'd never understand, so she just sat down and looked away as Dr. Essenza rolled up the sleeve on her left arm, stroked her skin for a moment, found the place she was looking for, and stabbed her with the syringe.

Amber squeaked, but the sharp pain ended almost before it began.

"What that'll do is really help the vitamins work their way through your system. You won't feel anything, of course. Except, and I suppose I should've mentioned this before I pricked you, but you might, you might, feel a little, um. Aroused. You know. Sexually. Nothing to worry about."

Cyndi stepped through the door as Amber walked out.

She stopped and slapped Amber on her ass.

"You done already, cutie pie?"

"Cyndi," Dr. Essenza said sternly, admonishing her assistant.

Amber turned red, rubbed her butt, and scurried down the hall to the exit.

She should have been upset, she thought. But she wasn't. It was so hard to be upset with Cyndi. So playful. So cute.

IX

The arousal Dr. Essenza spoke of hit halfway on the ride home. At first she squeezed her thighs together as she drove, but soon the tension, the arousal became unbearable, and Amber, aghast and astonished at her behavior, had to stick her right hand between her legs, holding the steering wheel with her left hand only.

Soon, her fingers dipped into her sodden pussy.

She couldn't believe how wet she was; she couldn't believe how warm, how hot the inside of her pussy felt; she couldn't believe how good it felt just to touch the warm outside of her pussy, to stroke her fat outer lips, rub her shuddering clit, and stick a finger and then a second finger into her sopping cunt as she drove home, hunched over her wheel, jamming her fingers, three of them, into the welcoming hole of her vagina.

And when she finally parked, bringing her car to a halt and throwing the gear into park, she came, screaming into her shoulder.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh my god. Fuck," she kept repeating until she slowly recovered her breath. Taking her fingers from her spasming cunt, she brought them to her mouth on a sudden whim to taste herself, which is something she rarely did, feeling disgusted afterward. Or feeling that she should be disgusted, which amounted to the same thing for her.

She was still sucking on her fingers when someone with a blond pixie cut walked past the driver's window.

Sally. Her gay neighbor.

Sally smiled at Amber as if she knew what the girl had been doing, and Amber quickly whipped her fingers from her mouth.

Amber's eyes followed her neighbor as she walked across the parking lot to the stairwell to their level.

Before her mind could stop her, a vision popped into mind as she looked at her neighbor in her inevitable cut-off denim jeans, cut long, half-way down her thighs, of Sally jogging in front of her, little ass swinging in metallic pink Lycra.

***

It was long afternoon and night for Amber.

She couldn't go more than fifteen minutes without needing to touch herself.

By the time an hour had passed her pussy was sore and red, but still she needed to play with herself, to fuck herself. She poured lubricant for her toys over her groin, spread her six-inch cock with lubricant and plunged it between her legs as she sat on the sofa, thighs spread, fucking herself to porn she air dropped onto her TV from her laptop.

She didn't usually look at porn, but sometimes it helped.

Like this afternoon.

It helped a lot this afternoon.

Images of volleyball players in tight spandex flitted through her mind, visions of Gina's ass in pink Lycra, shiny and wet.

Annoyed, she concentrated on the porn, straight porn with good solid hunks, muscular and smooth, fucking their women with good, hard strokes of their thick cocks.

Cocks that pounded shaven, wet pussy, hungry slits opening and closing around the cocks.

Gorgeous.

So hot.

But try as she might to resist, to stop herself from doing so, more and more Amber's eyes drifted to the women in the videos, naked and spreads, bountiful tits bouncing from side to side as they fucked the men on top of them, or under them, or behind them.

Amber's next orgasm was approaching.

She could feel it welling up from behind the top wall of her cunt, sizzling in her clit, shaking her mind and brain.

The scene changed to a man receiving a blow job from two women, two gorgeous blonds, stacked naturally with wide curvy hips, wearing only heels and chain jewelry, moving their red mouths up and down on the man's long shaft.

Amber wanted to speed past this scene, but her orgasm was so close, and the vision so intoxicating, two sets of pretty lips, glossy with red lipstick, so close to each other, taking turns on the guy's dick.

It was just the dick and the two women, their faces close to the camera, the TV screen filled with their wet and gleaming mouths.

She was so close, her cock pumped in and out of her cunt, and Amber thrust her hips forward, fucking her dildo harder and faster to the fast rising climax.

Then the lips reached the top of the cock, the mushroom tip glistening with their spit and his precum, and their tongues touched each other.

Their mouths lifted from the cock tip.

Amber's climax was so close; her eyes stayed glued to the screen.

Then they kissed, the two mouths collided frantically in a prolonged open kiss, tongue brushing tongue, and lip pressing against lip.

The kissing became strangely tender, passionate. Loving.

Then Amber's orgasm hit.

She rubbed her clit ferociously with her right hand while pounding her fake cock into her wet and ragged fuck hole with the other hand. The climax washed over her, and she shuddered in the flood, bobbed up and down in the waters of her pleasure, then sank beneath the waves, letting herself go entirely as the cock exploded its semen onto the two women kissing.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm cumming."

***

When the next wave of arousal hit her, she didn't even pretend to watch straight porn. She searched for and quickly found lesbian porn. She stayed away from videos showing women with obviously fake tits, that almost turned her off. She found a huge amount of videos with college age girls in young lithe bodies, and she decided on that.

She didn't have much experience in lesbian porn, but that was good enough for her.

She didn't bother questioning herself.

It was just a thing, just a kink.

She was so aroused, so turned on. So horny, and lesbians, lesbian pornography, satisfied that arousal.

She didn't think about it.

She couldn't think about.

She found some sites with butch lesbians in strong bodies covered in ink. Dykes with buzz cuts and bodies much like her neighbor Becky. Not quite masculine. But not 36-28-36 either. Something about those videos turned her arousal up even further.

She wanted to stop, but her hand flew over her pussy as she watched biker dykes fuck cheerleaders, and when she started imagining herself in a cheerleader uniform getting fucked from behind by heavy-set tattooed bull dyke wielding a long dark strap-on dildo, she grimaced to herself. But she came nonetheless.

It was a long afternoon and evening for Amber.

But finally the last wave of arousal came and went, leaving her pussy ragged and hanging open, well-worn by her hands, vibrators, and dildo. She'd seen so much lesbian porn by that time. She'd watched so many women making love, having sex, making out, kissing and caressing, straight out fucking each other with astonishing brutality.

And she came watching every video.

But now it was over.

She waited, sprawled naked on her couch, waiting for the next wave to hit, but the next wave never reached her shore.

She could finally go to bed, her mind too tired to be troubled by what she fucked herself to.

X

The next morning she woke up sore, hurt.

She avoided direct contact with her groin, and she stayed in her bath tub for hours, filling up with hot water every time the bath ran tepid. She did remember to take her vitamin.

She pulled baggy sweat clothes over her body.

She didn't bother with panties.

She didn't want another thing touching her cleft.

Then, sometime after her bath, the soreness in her pussy went away.

She wondered if it might be the vitamin.

She walked around her apartment on tiptoes, waiting for a renewed assault of the arousal, but nothing happened.

She remembered all the dyke porn she watched, but the memory seemed hazy and confused. Distant. Like a glimpse into somebody else's mind.

Worried about it, she flipped open her laptop, looked at a few lesbian videos, but nothing happened.

It just.

Well. It just.

It didn't disgust her.

Why would it?

Women were wonderful. Naturally some women would want to have sex with another woman. It just made sense.

Not her thing, but still.

She closed the laptop, relieved to find out she wasn't really a lesbian.

I'm not queer. That's good. I guess.

The week passed, and Amber went on with her life. Nothing changed except the routine of taking a vitamin every morning.

Towards the end of the week she noticed she felt better.

More aware.

More excited.

More excitable.

More.

Something.

On Thursday, she met Becky outside her apartment talking to Sally. Amber never spoke to them before, so they didn't say anything as she walked by.

"Hi Becky, hey Sally," she said, unconsciously sticking her chest out a little and putting a slight swing to her bottom. "It's a beautiful day, don't you think?"

Becky's eyes trailed after their cute neighbor, and Sally looked like she was going to reply, but Amber had already disappeared down the stairwell.

"She speaks," Becky said.

Sally shrugged.

Then Saturday came, and Amber left her apartment for another round of exercising and monitoring.

She wondered how many more vitamins she'd have to take.

XI

Dr. Essenza jabbed her in the arm before she had a chance to even protest.

"Get changed and join the others, sweetie. Today's going to be special."

Amber remembered what happened last time they gave her the shot, and she gulped, knowing she couldn't possibly get through another a whole session of exercising without fucking herself against the seat of the bike.

At that moment, Cyndi popped in, holding an opened bottle of Nū Pink.

"I thought you'd like some of this, girl. I know much you love drinking it. Oh god, don't you just look edible."

Last week Amber would have grimaced inwardly if not actually frown at the sexy, middle-aged assistant, so blond and bubbly and cute. Today something had changed. And not just about her. The whole room, the whole building on entering it, felt charged with a tension, a noticeable sexual tension that would have put Amber on guard.

Had she felt such a thing last week, she would have fled immediately, but now she dismissed any sense of danger as untoward. Irrational.

Besides.

She kind of liked it.

It just felt.

You know.

Sexy.

Naughty.

Fun.

I mean, if things didn't get too far.

And Amber would make sure things didn't go too far.

When Cyndi bent down to help tug down Amber's sweatpants, she wondered if things were going to get too far, and when Cyndi held up Amber's feet, one after the other, to help her tug up her pink metallic booty shorts (so sexy, Amber thought) up her short and slender legs, making sure to brush her skin with her fingertips and knuckles, Amber realized she stood no chance of ensuring anything.

They'd do whatever they wanted, and there was nothing she could do to stop them. The shot surged through her system, flooding her body with desire and sexual arousal, need, lust. It worked so much faster than last time, and last time took only a dozen minutes or so.

It hadn't even been five minutes.

Amber rolled her hips and pressed her thighs together.

Even Dr. Essenza was touched by the sexual electricity in the air.

Last week she had seemed so restrained, so professional.

But now her tits swayed under a sheer blouse, free and without the support of a bra, massive, full, her brown nipples poked through the thin fabric of her sheer brown top, and when Dr. Essenza started unbuttoning her shirt, Amber stared, mouth open, knowing her own pussy was flooding.

Her cunt tingled so much. So much.

"My god, Carla, she's so wet already. I can't wait, Dr. Essenza. I'm sorry, but I can't wait."

Dr. Carla Essenza sighed and rolled her eyes, grinning at Amber and winking knowingly at the girl.

"You're incorrigible. That's what you are. I said it before, and I'll say it again."

The scientist took a couple of steps towards Amber, holding her right hand out and feeling the girl between her very wet, very hot, and very engorged cunt lips.

"I'd better see for myself."

Despite herself, despite her mind screaming at her to get the fuck out of there, Amber's legs parted for Dr. Essenza' s fingers.

Amber shuddered when she felt the doctor's fingers enter her steamy pussy, and she pitched her pelvis forward, fucking the fingers in her turn.

It felt so good, so good.

And she was so horny, so turned on, so feverishly aroused.

Cyndi moved behind her and cradled her small boobs in both hands, sliding her palms beneath her shirt, and Amber groaned, bit her lip, and shook her head.

"Please," she begged.

"Do you want us to stop," Cyndi whispered in Amber's ear. Her lips brushed her lobes, and a new tremor swept through Amber's small body.

She continued to shake her head.

"No," she whispered at last. "Please. Please make me cum."

At that precise moment, Dr. Essenza' s fingers escaped from Amber's hot little snatch, and she whined.

"She's ready," Carla Essenza said. "Take her to the exercise room."

"But Dr. Essenza," Cyndi protested.

"No buts, Cyndi. You can wait a little longer."

The pout spreading across Cyndi's indicated she didn't think she could.

XII

Amber openly leered at the backside of Gina, dressed in the same metallic pink booty shorts and crop top, as the athletic girl jogged on the treadmill in front of her. From time to time Cyndi lifted a bottle of Nū Pink to Amber's mouth, who drank without a second thought as she rode her exercise bike.

For some reason, and Amber saw no reason to complain, no one on the volleyball teams displayed on the giant screens above them wore clothes. Then again, none of them were playing volleyball either, so that kind of made sense.

Laci, the receptionist from a week ago, stood beside Gina, making notes on her pad, and checking the numbers on the monitor.

Laci wore a very short lab coat, pink and see-thru, under which her nude body showed clearly.

Gina's ass swayed from side to side.

The women on the giant screens surrounding the exercise room writhed on a padded floor, covered in oil, engaged in a mass fuck fest, mouths moved over shaven slits, hands crawled over gleaming mounds, asses were thrust upwards from kneeling positions, and hips were fucking each other. Dildos were slung around waists and pushed deep inside any available hole, and groans, moans, cries, and sudden shrieks of climax reverberated in the enclosed space along with the wet, plopping sounds of fucking, sucking, and kissing.

Sweat trickled then poured down Gina's back, perspiration ran down her thighs and calves. Her body glowed, and Amber licked her lips, wanting to lick every drop of salty sweat from the lovely woman's lovely body.

Then Laci stopped Gina and pulled her pink shorts down, slowly revealing her magnificent posterior to the watchful Amber.

Cyndi's hand was inside Amber's top, massaging her tit.

Cyndi' hand was inside Amber's shorts, massaging her pussy.

"Keep riding," she teased. "It's important."

Amber pumped her legs and pushed her feet on the pedals of her bike, but she wanted to stop, to lean into Cyndi and let the woman just have her way with her. Just absolutely have her way with her.

Cyndi's fingers dipped deep into her wet hole, so hot and squirmy, and when she pulled them out to hold against Amber's mouth, she opened her lips and sucked her juices from Cyndi's fingers, so soft and tender.

"That's it. Taste yourself. Taste your pussy. It's wonderful, isn't it? I can spend hours just lying in bed, fingering myself stupid, tasting myself all afternoon."

Laci must have heard her, because she turned away from Gina and winked at Amber.

"She's not lying. I've seen her do it. I don't blame her. She tastes delicious."

Cyndi rolled her eyes.

"Of course, that's what any daughter, any good daughter, would say."

Amber moaned on Cyndi's fingers, sucking them intently, a newborn nursing on her mother's teats.

Gina had stopped jogging; having slowed her walk for a cool down, Laci made her stop altogether, step off the treadmill, and stretch. She had Gina touch her toes, and Amber exhaled loudly, groaning at Gina's fat pussy displayed lewdly below the crack of her ass, as she bent to touch her toes.

Laci counted to sixty.

Gina's fat cunt was dripping.

"I bet you can't wait to run your tongue between those luscious lips of hers, can you? It feels good to be turned on by women, doesn't it? It feels so good to know you can only be aroused by women, doesn't it? There's a word for that, isn't there? A word for what you are."

Amber's eyes focused on the Gina's drooping cleft, dark and deep.