Doctor Introduces Cute Student

This story expands on the premise established in

Mommy and Her Twins Need Treatment

and is a direct continuation to

Family Therapist Seeks Assistance

. It's perfectly fine as a standalone read, though.

Note that just like the previous two, this story is totally absurd and unrealistic. What you find here includes not just incest, but also incestuous threesomes, hypersexuality, whole family fucking, physically impossible amounts of sex, unrealistic volumes of semen, ridiculously unethical therapeutic practices, and inexplicable preponderance of women with large breasts.

Thanks to Tacocarnitas whose work originally inspired me to delve into this madness.

All characters are 18 or older.

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PART 1

In a dimly lit kitchen, illuminated only by the scant rays of late afternoon sun, there was a young woman with flowing, platinum blond hair. Gleams of sunshine streaked through the tightly drawn blinds, touching her incredibly voluptuous body as she sat at the table in front of her trusty laptop. She wore next to no clothing, her only garment a skimpy top from a boldly cut two-piece swimsuit. Being so minimal, it could barely contain the magnificent globes of her stupendously large bosom.

Below the waist, a large yet very quiet vibrator worked its way into her dripping wet snatch. It was occasionally assisted by her hand, straying under the table, tweaking the gadget's placement and the intensity of its steady vibrations. Every time she did this, the woman's fingers would purposely brush against her engorged clit and elicit a soft, delightfully lustful moan. She would always do it at just the right moment, and the lusty whimper would weave itself smoothly into her ostensibly professional conversation.

This was Dr Samantha Bowman, family therapist. She was currently in the middle of a remote session with her new client. She was conducting it over a video call, which made it a little trickier than usual, but she could tell from experience that she and her patient were about to arrive at a critical junction.

"Your daughter is a beautiful, smart and very driven young woman," she addressed the handsome man in early forties, with a square jaw and piercing dark eyes. "She knows what she wants, Mr Lowell, and she has good reasons to suspect you want the same thing."

"Even if I do, Ms Bowman, she is still my daughter," he replied in a smooth baritone, his voice wavering only for a second. "Fathers are not supposed to... to do things like this."

"Mr Lowell, in my practice as a doctor"--she put a strong emphasis on the word--"I've had many parents say something to this effect. Do you know what all of them have done eventually?"

The man blinked, surprised at the stern admonishment that was implicit in Samantha's question. "Can't say I do."

"They've experienced the closeness and exquisite pleasure of incestuous sex and they never looked back," she answered with a smirk. "Fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, sometimes mothers and daughters, and occasionally even fathers and sons... They only needed a little nudge before they embraced their hidden desires. But with you, Mr Lowell, I suspect I don't even need to employ any special techniques," she said, allowing a breathy moan to escape her lips. "Why would I? Surely you can see it for yourself, from a purely rational standpoint?"

He sighed, his head hanging low for moment. "Yes," came the reply, a slight irritation in his voice. "I understand your arguments..."

"Oh, is that so? Because I am not very convinced," she chided him. "I feel like I need to make sure that you *do* grasp the rationale, so let me just recap... Your wife, Mr Lowell, regrettably died of cancer four years ago. Since then you've been devoting your full attention to raising Mandy, and as a result you have neglected your own needs and desires. You might be forty-one years old but really, you don't look more than a day over thirty. You are fit and healthy, and also quite virile... How many times did you say you masturbate?"

He spoke through clenched teeth. "Twice a day," he muttered. "On occasion, well, maybe three..."

"Three times a day!" Samantha gasped. "At your age! That's very impressive, Mr Lowell. But you know what would be even better?"

He sighed again. "Yes, I know what you --"

"It would be better," she cut him off, in the most grating way possible, "if you took that very healthy sex drive of yours and finally brought it to bear where it's truly needed. Can you tell me where that is, Mr Lowell?"

He practically glared at her, but eventually just sighed again. "Mandy..."

"In Amanda's bedroom," she confirmed. "Exactly right. Now, here's my prescription..."

"Huh?" He seemed genuinely surprised. "What do you mean?"

"I am a *doctor,* Mr Lowell," she emphasized once again. "My methods may be unorthodox"--she nonchalantly pulled at the strap of her bikini top--"but all my patients can attest to their effectiveness. And since you are my patient now, it means that you are to follow my advice as best as you can."

He took a deep breath, somehow feeling compelled to obey this ludicrously stacked, half-naked woman who had just proclaimed herself to be his therapist. How did it came to this, he wondered?... Right, it was because his only daughter asked him to book an appointment with this here Dr Bowman, and obviously he couldn't refuse his sweet little Mandy.

Well, not so little now...

"Okay," he said timidly.

"Good. First things first: no more masturbation, Mr Lowell," she dropped on him, then waited for the predictable gasp. "Instead, whenever you feel the need, you will ask your daughter to relieve you with either her hands or mouth."

"What?!"

"Furthermore," she ignored his protest, "I have advised your daughter on the proper choice of attire. She shall dress much less conservatively from now on, allowing you to fully appreciate the gorgeous feminine form she has developed. It should also help you with your daily goal."

"Huh? What goal?"

A sultry smirk appeared on the young doctor's face. "Oh don't worry, you will find it quite pleasurable," she cooed. "Your goal is to ejaculate in your daughter's mouth, or anywhere on her body, while she and only she is bringing you to an orgasm. Three times per day should be a good start. We can reevaluate this schedule when we assess your progress during our next appointment."

The man's jaw hung agape. "Dr Bowman, I cannot possibly --"

"You can and you *will,* Mr Lowell," she interrupted him again. "And if you need any further justification, look no further than inside your own pants. Admit it: your penis is fully erect right now, isn't it?"

His shocked gasp and rapidly reddening cheeks were all the answer that Samantha needed.

"Exactly," she said with a triumphant grin, her free hand moving the mouse over the disconnect button. "Next week, Mr Lowell. Follow my prescription."

"But..."

"This concludes our session. Goodbye."

Samantha ended the call and took a deep breath. It wasn't very often that she had to act in such a domineering manner, but reluctant fathers sometimes needed this type of encouragement. There was no doubt in her mind that by the time of their next appointment Mr Lowell would be dying to finally fuck his daughter.

The horny doctor let out a lustful sigh. Her pussy, teased almost to the breaking point by the steady hum of her vibrator, was just a hair away from exploding in a powerful climax. There was an email notification in the corner of the screen but she chose to ignore it for now.

Instead, she paid attention to the reverberating echoes that were coming from the bedroom upstairs. Manly grunts and feminine moans carried through the walls, incessant and utterly obscene. A smirk crept over her face, as she reached to pull out the object that had invaded her snatch. She gave out a strained groan as it slowly came out of her dripping wet pussy. Setting it on the table, she giggled at the copious amount of musky juices that the large toy was coated with.

Resisting the urge to lick the plastic shaft clean, she untied her top and cast it aside. For a moment, she allowed herself to admire the reflection of her voluptuous figure, looking at the glossy surface of the blank computer screen.

"It's about time I paid them another visit," she whispered under her breath.

Samantha then walked out the kitchen without care, and without a stitch of clothing to cover her phenomenally curvaceous body.

***

It's been over eight months since Samantha had worked out an unusual deal with a trio of her former patients -- the Reed family. During this time she'd been a permanent fixture in their house, working as a kind of part-time maid, provisioner, and cook. While she did all that, taking care of their suburban household, she also continued some of her therapy practice in an online fashion.

It might be rather surprising that Samantha would agree to such an arrangement. A popular and successful doctor, stooping to such tasks as washing, cooking, and cleaning?... Crucially, however, she wasn't doing it for any sort of financial reasons. Her compensation, if you could call it such, was decidedly not of a monetary nature.

It couldn't be any other way, because her employers didn't really deal with money in any traditional sense anymore.

"Fuck me, honey!... Fuck your Mommy's horny pussy!... Oh yes! That's it, sweetie! Fuck me! Pound me with your huge cock!"

Creeping through the corridor on the upper floor, Samantha could easily hear these lewd, clearly incestuous noises. They were coming at her in waves, like a sonic boom rushing from the master bedroom at the end of the long hall. Her ragged breathing got even more unsteady, and her already wet pussy positively gushed with a flood of abundant juices. She was more than ready to cash in on the fruits of her domestic labor, the generous payment waiting just beyond the threshold of their private den of debauchery.

What was her compensation? It was the ten-inch long, impressively thick, permanently hard cock of the young man of the house, Jacob.

"Ooooh! It's so big!... Gosh, honey, I love it so much! I just can't get enough of... of your amazing penis! Oooh... Ooooh... OOOOOOOOOH!"

A smirk came over Samantha's face, as this enthusiastic proclamation soon trailed off into a very long, very orgasmic moan. She thought how much she sympathized with the loudly climaxing woman, and how jealous she felt at times of her incredibly demanding and yet oh-so-rewarding condition.

Indeed, the Reeds were truly a unique family. They were the kind of patients that Samantha had never even seen before. All three of them -- the late-30s mother, along with the eighteen-year-old son and daughter -- she had immediately diagnosed with extreme cases of hypersexuality. The young doctor actually specialized in the treatment of this particular condition, although her methods could be considered highly unusual. For one, she would never seek to counteract any of the core symptoms that her patients would routinely experience.

Instead, Dr Bowman had always followed the same guiding principle, which was that of a complete and total affirmation. In her view, the primary purpose of therapy was to help her patients break down all the mental and physical barriers that could prevent them from achieving every last bit of sexual satisfaction that they needed.

"I'm close, Mom! I'm going to cum again!"

"Oh, you're such a stud, sweetie!... Oh yes! Cum inside me, Jacob! Shoot your big load into Mommy's womb!"

Samantha was right outside the bedroom now. She stopped for a moment, listening to the outrageously hot noises of their continued coupling. She was looking for a good moment to open the door -- which meant walking in on their ongoing, incestuous threesome -- because she knew it would be futile to wait for them to actually finish.

"Oh god, Mommy... I'm... I'm cumming... aaaah!"

Because she knew they never would.

"Yeeeeeeeeees! Fill me up, sweetie! Mommy wants all your potent ball-juice!"

Because their fucking never stopped.

"Aaargh... Fuck! Take it, Mommy-slut! Take it all!"

Not until they all fell sleep.

Samantha knew this well. She had long since determined there was only one effective treatment for the Reeds, given their acute case of congenital hypersexuality and the overpowering nature of their mutual attraction. The treatment she had devised for them was straightforward. The whole family would simply engage in any sexual activity that they wished, at any time, as frequently as they wanted and as much as they needed.

But although her patients took this advice to heart, Sam would soon discover they had serious issues with how strictly they were able to follow it. She realized their condition was so extreme, the proper treatment required that they should be fucking literally nonstop, day and night. It would leave them no time for other activities, including even the most essential ones.

It was for this reason that the Reeds needed Samantha to stick around, long after she concluded her work as their therapist. While the horny family continued to fill their days with constant sex, she would take care of life's mundane necessities, and topping the list were of course cooking and cleaning. Whenever she'd saunter into their bedroom, wearing one her "work outfits" that left little to the imagination, it was typically to bring them more food or to change the thoroughly soaked bed sheets.

This time, however, she wasn't about to do any such chores. Neither was she wearing anything that would cover her sensationally voluptuous body.

What she wanted, nay, what she needed -- was to get royally fucked by Jacob and his perennially horny women.

"Oooooooh," moaned the boy's mother Megan, as she felt the final volley of her son's massive ejaculation join the ounces already sloshing in her pussy; the frothy mixture splashed violently against her cervix. "I'm so full of my boy's hot cum!"

"You are such a slut-Mommy," said a younger feminine voice which belonged to her daughter Emily. "Here, lay back and let me clean your pussy," she added, noticing a movement while she crawled between Megan's legs. "Hey, look! It's Sam!"

The doctor fully opened the door as she strode in confidently, unashamed of her total nudity. Her huge, bountiful breasts jiggled enticingly, and the big round ass behind her swaying hips bounced with every seductive step. Jacob, who was in that moment pondering whether to fuck his mom again or to give it hard to his slutty sister, had this nagging dilemma solved for him in an instant.

"Hey! I thought you'd be bringing snacks for all of us," the cocky, athletically sculpted boy said with a raunchy smile, shamelessly ogling the gloriously naked beauty. "But it seems that you only brought one delicious snack this time..."

"Flatterer," she shot back teasingly, climbing the bed of the insatiable family and glancing at Jacob's dripping, rock-hard prick. "No, stud, it is YOU who's going to feed me my afternoon pick-me-up! After you have pounded my pussy, that is."

Even though he lived and breathed sex, the teenage stallion would still be surprised by how utterly and brazenly slutty Dr Bowman could be. Without hesitation she took the position on her hands and knees, throwing her head back and spreading the soaking wet pussy lips with her fingers. She was prepared not just for a thorough fucking but also to cum, immediately -- because in her high-strung state of arousal that was exactly what would happen once Jacob impaled her upon his massive rod.

The young stud wasted no time. Barely out of his mother's cunt, he gripped his eternally hard cock and lined it with Samantha's steamy hot entrance. In one deep thrust he speared the doctor's sopping wet hole, setting off a cascade of sensations that quickly culminated in an earth-shaking orgasm. The stretched orifice convulsed around his throbbing shaft, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine, and motivating him to slam into the wildly cumming slut with his steely cunt-splitter. She arched her back and practically howled in the throes of her release, but even such violent outburst wouldn't stop Jacob from fucking her right through this powerful climax.

"Oh my god, you are destroying her!" his sister Emily said with in impish grin, pausing her work on Mommy's sperm-filled pussy. "Way to go, brother! She's cumming her brains out just from having your big dick inside her!"

This wasn't anything out of the ordinary for the constantly rutting stallion. His mother and sister were exceedingly orgasmic, usually cumming after just a few deep thrusts into their perpetually wet fuck-holes. Jacob had learned that he could rail them with his full strength even during their monstrous orgasms. Doing so would only prolong their shrieking ecstasy, sometimes all the way until he spurted ounces after ounces of white hot cream deep inside their wildly quivering cunts.

Samantha may not have been blessed with the same insane degree of nymphomania, but the same trick seemed to work on her just fine. She came, and came, and came... Every time the muscular stud slammed into her, as he pounded the busty slut with savage force, it made her pendulous breasts tremble and cause another mini-orgasm, one after another, all on top of the ongoing climax that still ravaged her body with overwhelming, almost unbearable pleasure.

If she were able to form a coherent thought, she would think this was exactly why she loved to be a hypersexual nymph. Her orgasms were out of this world, she could achieve them easily and repeatedly, and her rampant libido ensured she'd be motivated to seek this kind of mind-blowing sexual release multiple times a day. This was why she couldn't imagine a better treatment for her patients than total indulgence in all their heightened urges and desires.

"Such tight... cunt," Jacob groaned, close to the brink of another eruption, as he drove into the meaty butt of his current cock-sleeve. "Where do you want it, slut? Does my fucktoy have any... aaah... any special requests?"

Samantha's answer was a strained groan, her out-of-control orgasm still wrecking havoc on her mind and senses.

"Cum... all over her, sweetie!" Jacob's mother chimed in, herself in the grip of ecstasy brought by her daughter's skillful mouth on her mature pussy. "Yes, cover her, you potent stud! Spray your seed... all over her body... so me and Emily... can both lick your delicious cream!"

Jacob had no choice but to obey his mother. He couldn't imagine anything that would be hotter than that. Sensing a familiar tingle in his bloated gonads, he gave Samantha a couple more strokes, then yanked his huge manhood from her sizzling hot sex and aimed it at the sweat-slicked body of the delirious slut. He roared in pleasure and triumph, massive ropes of scalding jizz rocketing from the large tip of his turgid dick. They lashed the immensely voluptuous body of the slutty doctor and coated it in a thick layer of his cum.

"Fuuuck!" he cried, his rampant cock spewing gobs of semen and recoiling with thunderbolts of raw, primal delight.

As he continued to glaze the busty blonde with ounces of his semen, Jacob's mother wailed in her own climax, watching her unbelievably virile son practically drown the horny doctor in his cum. Meanwhile, her daughter was busy between Mommy's shapely legs, lapping at the copious moisture that constantly leaked from her glistening slit. Emily fingered herself furiously, chasing her own release, but secretly hoping that her hunky brother would now choose one of her willing holes and spear it with his magnificent cock.

Slowly coming to her senses, Samantha reveled in the afterglow of a truly ferocious climax. She purred in delight when she felt torrents of Jacob's thick cum landing on her upturned ass and back. Rolling over she moaned lustily, as she squeezed her humongous boobs, drawing the stud's attention to her stupendous rack and presenting it as the next target for his salvos. It worked, of course, and the huge fleshy globes were soon painted white, as the astonishingly prolific boy carried on with his seemingly unending discharge.