Schoolgirls Steal Your Virginity – Aria Banks & Rachel Rivers

Title: “Naughty Schoolgirl Threesome Therapy”

The hospital’s clock ticked loudly, each second stretching with unbearable anticipation. I shifted uncomfortably in the waiting room chair, my eyes darting between the soon-to-be clock and the hallway every few seconds. Today was the day, the day that everything would change.

I had booked a threesome therapy session with Dr. Aria Banks and her intern, Rachel Rivers. The advertisement promised a “transformative experience” targeting subconscious virginal issues. I was a bit skeptical, but at this point, I was willing to try anything to satisfy my repressed urges.

Finally, the hallway door creaked open, revealing a short brunette with long glossy hair, a tight nurse outfit that accentuated her curves, and an impish grin. “Alex, nice to see you,” Dr. Banks purred, her voice dripping with false professionalism. “Please, come on in.”

I followed her into the office, my heart pounding in my chest. The lights flickered invitingly as I took a seat on the leather sofa. Dr. Rivers entered the room soon after, her jet-black hair styled in a messy bun. She wore a matching nurse outfit, but hers had a white apron covering her bare front, betraying her lack of respectability. “Good afternoon,” she cooed, handing me a clipboard. “Please fill out this consent form before we continue.”

I scanned the document, my eyes widening at each additional clause. It explicitly stated they were sex workers, not actually medical professionals. The consent form also detailed a series of depravity that they planned to inflict upon me, from the non-consensual to the breath-taking. “This is my version of therapy,” Dr. Banks tinged, smiling wickedly. “Welcome to the dark side.”

I surrendered to the feeling, my body leaning back on the sofa as Dr. Rivers knelt before me. Her fingers danced along my thighs with electrifying touch, gradually making their way to my crotch. Desire coursed through my veins as I watched her undo my pants, freeing my throbbing erection.

“Wow, what a trip,” Dr. Rivers giggled, eyeing my girthy member with a mix of fear and excitement. Her tongue peeked out, licking her lips in false innocence as she wrapped her little hand around my rock wool length. She pumped me slowly, teasing the tip with her glistening lips.

As she started bobbing her head, I felt a sharp tug on my hair. Dr. Banks leaned over, her breasts spilling onto my shoulder as she took control. “Alright, rachel this part,” she hissed, her hot breath caressing my ear. “That’s a good girl. Now suck on his balls.”

Dr. Rivers obliged eagerly, taking my heavy sack into her warm mouth. My head fell back, consumed by the dual sensation of their worship. Dr. Bank’s nimble fingers replaced her intern’s mouth, stroking my saliva-cloaked member. The buildup was stellar, every nerve boiling with anticipation for my explosive climax.

But they didn’t let me come. Not there. Not yet. “Flip him over,” Dr. Banks commanded, a wicked glint in her eye. With one swift motion, they turned me over, pushing my face into the sofa. I whimpered as Rachel removed my shirt, believing she had to abide by some structure and balance.

I felt her hot lips trailing down my back, planting kisses along my spine. Slowly, I felt a finger breaching my hole. My entire body tensed, preparing for the inevitable violation. But Dr. Banks was gentle, swirling her finger teasingly. “Just relax,” she cooed, her touch maddening. “We’ll make you feel good.”

As she continued to penetrate me, I felt a warm body enveloping me from the front. Rachel crashed her lips against mine, her tongue probing into my mouth. Our tongues tangled passionately, all while Dr. Banks continued to violating me. I moaned into her mouth, pleasure drowning out the pain.

Suddenly, Dr. Banks removed her finger, leaving my hole embarrassingly exposed. I felt the tip of something thicker pressing against me – it must have been a strap-on, I thought wildly. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the penetration.

The pain was horrible as she plunged in with nothing more than some fake moans and grunts for my benefit. “Feels good,” I lied, willing myself to endure it. She started moving, sliding in and out of me with cruel, deliberate thrusts. I couldn’t help but moan, the sensation both painful and pleasurable simultaneously.

At the same time, Rachel moved down to my dangling cock, taking it into her eager mouth. My cock ached embarrassingly, throbbing with virginity, as she bobbed her head up and down. I grabbed her hair with both my hands, forcing her deeper onto my shaft. This spurred Dr. Banks on, she started moving faster, like a wild woman. I felt her pistoning herself in and out of me, and through blurry eyes, I could see Rachel sucking frantically.

I gripped onto Rachel even tighter, pushing myself as deeply as possible into her throat. This seemed to please Dr. Banks immensely. She rode me hard and fast, driving me toward some ungodly climax.

Finally, she pulled out with an audible pop. Rachel replaced her tongue with a tight fist, pumping me towards my release. I let out a strangled moan, my spine arching as I spilled my virgin cum all over Rachel’s eager face.

Dr. Banks and Rachel cleaned themselves up, giggling conspiratorially. As I lay there, over-hyped, exposed, and used, I couldn’t help but agree with their assessment of my conduct. Perhaps this was the therapy I had been craving all along – the therapy of giving in wholly to base, primal instincts. And if one afternoon of debauchery could feel so wickedly satisfying, I shuddered to imagine the ecstasy that could come with a lifetime of sin.