Love Taps

Story 04 – Expelled

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"Megan, it's important that you understand that your entire future is at risk here. You do understand that, don't you?" said Doctor Abernathy putting his hand on my knee and gently rubbing it back and forth.

"Yes, Doctor," I replied wondering why I hadn't jumped up and told the forty year old shrink to take his fucking hand off me. Instead I let out a little sigh of satisfaction. His hand felt warm and soft as it moved upward. My lack of reaction probably had something to do with the two tablets he handed me when I walked in for my third appointment. Doctor Abernathy was my court appointed psychiatrist. He was supposed to be evaluating my mental health not feeling me up.

I didn't have the will to lift my little finger let alone object. It was like I was on the ceiling looking down on my body and watching the Doctor's hand travel slowly up my leg. I didn't have any concerns at all as his fingers reached my panties and started to rub my crotch. There was a nice warm tingling sensation as his index finger circled my vagina arousing the nerve endings. When a finger slipped under the lace edging and found its way to my clit, I sounded an even louder sigh and decided it felt so nice I just relaxed and spread my legs wider. The doctor correctly took that as an indication that all was well.

Up to that point, I had trusted him and thought he was sincerely interested in helping me. When I arrived at his office and he handed me the meds I wasn't suspicious or worried.

"Megan, we're going to try something different today. These tablets will help you relax and speak more freely," said the Doctor handing me one of those short plastic cups they use to dispense meds along with a paper cup of water.

I swallowed them down without even asking what they were. I'd promised my Mom that I would do everything the Doctor asked and be as cooperative as possible. Of course, Mom hadn't figured that included allowing the good doctor to play with my pussy.

I was a victim of my high school's zero tolerance policy for violence. Actually it was Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold who almost ruined my life. Right after they shot up Columbine High, the San Bernardino Country School Board unanimously passed a policy named 'zero tolerance for violence'. Just to add to their idiocy, they also passed one for alcohol and drugs but they weren't my problem.

The fact that I shattered Stacia Eversole's nose with the edge of a lunch tray was the real issue. I had committed an act of violence against a fellow student and the school board had decreed I was to be expelled regardless.

I wasn't the kind of student you'd expect to be expelled and arrested for assaulting a fellow student. I'm a junior with a near 4.0 average. I'm first string forward on the basketball team and average sixteen points and eight rebounds. I'm also on the track team. I'd never been in any trouble before, no drugs or alcohol. Well, I have been known to drink a beer but that's about it.

My Mom's a widow. Dad was a fireman whose reserve unit got called up for the Gulf War. His Humvee hit a mine right outside Kut and he was killed. Mom took it hard and maybe I took it even harder. That's why what Stacia did pissed me off so much I lost control.

For my fifteenth birthday, my dad gave me a diary. He'd read somewhere that great men kept diaries and therefore I should keep one. I know that doesn't make much sense but Dad thought it did. Dad wasn't much of a student but that didn't mean he didn't want me to be one. He was proud as hell of my grades and that I was going to college something that neither he nor mother had done. At the time, I thought it was a crummy gift and let it sit in a drawer, But after Dad's funeral, I took it out and started to make an entry every day. I don't know why I did that. Maybe it was because I hadn't appreciated his gift when he was alive. I felt guilty.

Each afternoon I sat down and wrote my thoughts about the day's events. I included some poems and stories I wrote. Mom and I had some dark days after Dad died. Mom drank too much and started taking pills. She got kind of crazy. She started going out to pickup bars, getting drunk and bringing home some creep home to screw her. Thank God she got over that. She's fine now.

Some of the things that I wrote in my diary were pretty bizarre. Losing Dad had thrown me for a loop. I'd just assumed that since he was a military policeman he'd come home no problem. After the closed casket funeral, I'd stay up to all hours going out on WEB sites and finding stories about torture and death and frankly bizarre sex. The sex part was a little weird because I participated in the school's after school abstinence program. We Not Me Now kids meet two times a week. I was still a virgin but that didn't mean I didn't masturbate and fantasize. Some of my fellow abstainers were heavy into hand jobs and oral sex with their significant others. As long as you didn't allow a boy to penetrate your vagina with his penis you were a member in good standing in Not Me Now. Or even if you had allowed a boy to penetrate you, you could proudly wear your Not Me Now pin as long as you didn't allow a rerun.

As for oral sex, I hadn't tried that yet making me one of the few juniors who didn't have blowjob experience. I probably would have except for all the emotional upheaval following my dad's death. It took a while for normal life to resume.

During my dark days, I'd transcribed a few paragraphs of these extreme fetish WEB stories into the diary. I'd also composed some of my own stuff and looking back on it, it was morbid and downright creepy. You know dead babies and rats sliding out of my vagina as I gave Satan or Jesus Christ a blowjob. I even wrote one where I was licking the empty eye sockets of a blind beggar as we had intercourse. Every one always said I had a vivid imagination.

Junior year, my attitude improved. The darkness seemed to have passed. I was working hard at school, attending SAT drills on Saturday hoping to score high enough to get into a first class college. I was an only child. Mom had saved the entire $250,000 that the Army insurance had paid when Dad was killed. It was earmarked for my college education.

I was even considering having a normal social life. I'd gotten a crush on Todd Havers, a senior who paid me a little attention but hadn't asked me out yet. I'd committed my crush to my diary thinking that no one would ever see it.

As a girl jock and honor student, I was in what I would classify as the second or third tier popularity clique at school. I had a few friends mostly teammates. I kept to myself a lot. I guess I'm a loner at heart. Also we weren't exactly rich and I didn't have a car or the money to party with the other kids. Mom absolutely refused to let me take a part time job. She felt it would hurt my grades. Anyway, between studies and sports, I didn't have much free time to work or hang out.

There was less than a week remaining in the school year when I shattered Stacia's nose. I was sitting in the lunchroom when I heard someone at the next table reading aloud something that sounded familiar. When I looked over at the adjacent table there was Stacia seated with her clique that you would classify as the school's popular students. Stacia Eversole was admittedly the most popular girl in school. For reasons I never understood, she didn't like me. Stacia was very pretty; the blonde blue eyed all American girl type. My Dad's folks are Italian and I look Italian or so everyone says.

Somehow, Stacia had gotten my diary out of my backpack, broken the lock open, and was reading out loud what I had written about Tom Havers. Tom was looking over at me. He was laughing too, the bastard. The whole table was laughing and looking in my direction. I was up in a flash.

"Give me that back," I demanded.

"Oh, is this yours," said the bitch holding it away from my reach?

"Yes, I want it now," I said reaching for it.

Stacia put her hand on my chest and shoved me backwards. I wasn't expecting Stacia to get physical. I'm much taller and stronger than her. I lost my balance tripped over a chair and sprawled on my ass. That occasioned more laughter from the seniors. Embarrassed and humiliated as only a high school girl can get I jumped up, grabbed an empty cafeteria tray and landed the edge across the bridge of Stacia's nose. I heard a crunch and Stacia went down screaming and spewing blood.

The teachers came running and I found myself in the principal's office. Mom had to come and get me. Due to the zero tolerance rule I was expelled. Expelled as in never going back to Briarwood High again. I would have to complete my senior year at a school across town that focused on problem students.

"I wish I didn't have to do this. You're a good student and Coach Sellers needs you on the team but I don't have any other choice," said Principal Dunbar. "The rules don't allow for any exceptions."

I would get credit for my junior year but that was the only concession he could make. When I got home, the police were waiting. Stacia's father was a lawyer and he had sworn out an assault complaint.

I was taken to the police station where I was booked, fingerprinted, and had my picture taken. I can't say it was the best day of my young life. The police released me to my Mom's custody much to the disgust of Stacia's father who wanted me held until there could be a hearing. He kept telling the desk sergeant that his daughter wouldn't be safe with me on the streets.

A week later I was in juvenile court. I didn't exactly have a defense. Three hundred students and fifteen teachers had seen me flatten Stacia's nose. The fact that Stacia had stolen my diary and shoved me over a chair did seem to matter.

Stacia's dad was there in all his self-righteousness glory. He was turning this into a vendetta. I was on a run of very bad luck. The judge was a friend of his. Mr. Eversole brought Stacia and her X-rays to show the judge the awful thing I'd done. Both her eyes were black and swollen and there was a huge bandage over her nose. I felt pretty rotten when I looked at how the bone was shattered into dozens of fragments. I hadn't meant to do that. Mr. Eversole tearfully told the judge that thousands of dollars of reconstructive surgery would be needed to restore his daughter's beautiful face.

Somehow Stacia's dad had gotten hold of my dairy and he showed it to the judge. He had paper clipped some of my darker passages. You could see the judge frowning as he read them.

Frankly, I thought I was headed to juvenile detention that very afternoon but some of the writing caused the judge to worry about my sanity and he decided to send me to a shrink who would evaluate whether I needed to go to the loony bin or an institution for juvenile offenders or even hopefully be placed on probation.

I was set free for the evaluation period provided I did not cause any further trouble or go within one hundred yards of Stacia's family. Stacia's dad was furious about that too. He wanted me tried as an adult and sent to prison for life. The fact that his bitch daughter started the whole thing meant nothing to him.

The court system scheduled me for eight weeks of two one-hour sessions with Dr, Robert Abernathy sixteen visits in all. Mom was frantic that I was going to jail. She insisted I make every effort to impress the psychiatrist. That included dressing in a skirt and blouse.

"Look like a young lady, answer all his questions, smile, cooperate and be pleasant," was how I summarized Mom's advice.

I did not want to wind up in the juvenile detention center either. I'd heard rumors about those places. Most of the inmates were from south of the border. If you were an Anglo like me, the Latinas would make sure you spent your nights with your head between their legs. If you don't like to eat Latina pussy they beat the crap out of you and stick broom handles in your orifices. At least that's what I heard.

The judge had turned my diary over to the Doctor and he and I discussed it my first session.

"It would appear from your diary that you are sexually active," said Dr. Abernathy.

"No, I'm still a virgin," I said.

"You have a very powerful imagination for one so young," said Dr. Abernathy.

He asked me some questions about one of the passages where I had written about being changed into a mare and then forcibly bred by a number of stallions. I was a little surprised that the doctor seemed so interested in my sex life but my experience with psychiatry was nil so what did I know.

"I'm very impressed with some of the things you wrote here. They show a considerable maturity for someone your age,' said Dr. Abernathy.

Therapy involved little more than talk and the doctor was easy to talk to. He was friendly and concerned and he seemed to understand that I was not the psycho killer described by Mr. Eversole to the judge. I quickly came to trust him.

So I just lay there on Doctor Abernathy's couch with a stupid grin on my face as the good doctor pulled my underwear down and climbed between my legs. He was sweating as he moved to a position suitable for mounting me. He unzipped his fly and pulled his penis out. He already had a hard on. His cock was one of those long skinny ones that curved like a banana.

"Megan, I need to prove to myself that you are a virgin," said the doctor slipping a finger in my vagina. "I can't feel a hymen."

I wanted to say that I had taken it myself when I had borrowed one of Mom's dildos while she was at work; but I just smiled and said I understood. I was only twelve when I first tried masturbation. I was very curious about that collection of marital aids that Mom kept in her nightstand. One night while Dad was on a twenty-four hour shift at the fire station and I had come home unexpectedly early from a friend's, I observed my mother lying in bed with her legs spread wide. She was pushing a vibrating dildo in and out of her vagina. She appeared to be enjoying herself immensely. She was breathing hard, moaning, and saying things like "Fuck me harder, Bill, treat me like a whore." Bill was my dad's name Thank God. I watched as Mom hit the big O. I decided it was something I needed to try myself.

Not that my cherry was all that difficult to break. I'd always been athletic and a tomboy. A slight twinge and the dildo that I had the good sense to lubricate slipped inside my pussy. Technically, I was still a virgin and a member of the abstinence group in good standing. However I got more use of Mom's orgasm hardware than she did. She kept wondering why she always had to replace the batteries.

I never knew what drugs the Doctor gave me. You hear a lot in California schools about Rohypnol, the date rape drug and MDMA or Ecstasy. One's supposed to make you totally unaware you've been screwed and the other that you don't give a shit. I suspect Doctor Abernathy's meds were more powerful stuff. After all according to the plaque on the wall he was an MD from Stanford. I'd characterize the drug's effect as: I knew it, didn't give a damn and was so relaxed I enjoyed it. Later I read there was a family of psychotropic drugs that psychiatrists use on patients that play incredible tricks on your brain.

As soon as my panty was on the floor, the good doctor put his head between my legs and ate my pussy. God that felt good as he noisily slurped away moving his tongue from clit to vagina and ever further down to my asshole. I spread my legs as wide as they would go and moaned as he licked my sex. Other girls had told me how great cunnilingus was and they weren't wrong. His tongue did wonderful things and I put my hands on the back of his head and pushed his face against my sex.

"Good girl, that's a good girl, we're making great progress," said the good doctor as he licked and fingered my pussy.

I was moaning and twisting when I experienced my first orgasm that was not self-induced. As soon as I calmed down, Doctor Abernathy moved up and used his cock to part my labia. I recall calmly realizing that I was about to be deflowered as if it was nothing of significance. He pulled my legs up, positioned his cock in my entrance and pressed forward. My seventeen years of virginity ended quietly. There was a slight moment of discomfort then he slid all the way inside me. Several girlfriends had told me their first times were painful and not very erotic but a board-certified MD didn't feed them a drug cocktail. It felt terrific. I wrapped my legs around the good doctor and we made the beast with two backs.

"Don't worry. I've had a vasectomy," said the Doctor right before he filled my pussy with his semen. At my first appointment I had completed a form that said asked about medicines I was taking. Doctor Abernathy had reviewed the form with me and made a point of asking about birth control.

"You don't take any form of birth control?"

"I'm not sexually active. I'm a member of Not Me Now," I replied.

"Have you ever had sexual intercourse?" asked the Doctor?

"No, I intend to wait until there is someone special in my life," I said repeating abstinence propaganda.

Doctor Abernathy must have decided he was special because he drugged and fucked me.

The Doctor unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my brassiere up so he could play with my tits as we screwed. He pumped me for what seemed like forever before he ejaculated. He kept changing positions, raising and lowering my legs. He made me get on all fours and fingered my asshole while he took me from the rear. He even turned me on my side and we did it that way. I liked the on the side position because he held me in his arms and played with my boobs as he screwed me. It was nice.

I wasn't completely in the dark. I'd watched porn over at Rhonda's when her parents were away. Rhonda's a teammate. Of course in porn, the guy pulls out at the last minute and shoots in the girl's mouth or on her face. I knew that in the real world the guy ejaculated in the woman's vagina. After he climaxed I worked my clit hard and had a deep orgasm that felt ever so good.

After the Doctor got his clothes in order, he helped me pull my panty back up and shoved my boobs back in the bra. I buttoned my blouse as he resumed our conversation.

"Megan, how do you feel about what just happened?" he asked.

"It was nice," I replied. Man was I out of it. My brain was not my own.

"So you are not upset."

"No," I said honestly.

"Excellent, we seem to be making genuine progress in your therapy."

We talked about anger management and aggression until my time was up. Frankly I would have liked for Dr. Abernathy to screw me again.

The drug didn't wear off until I was on the bus riding home. It was then I realized that my shrink had raped me and that was not supposed to happen. I considered calling the cops. My recent experience with them had no been a happy one and I didn't think they would believe me. I wanted to tell Mom but I had already upset her so much what with getting expelled and arrested that I decided that was not a good idea. She'd had more than a few drinks when I was expelled and arrested. I didn't want to get her started touring the singles bar looking for a one-night stand. Even more important, I had enjoyed what the doctor did and wanted it to happen again.

When I got home I went to my room, got naked and stuck my fingers in my vagina. It was still full of the doctor's semen. Man that was hot feeling his cold cum in me. I gave it the taste test and decided that old semen didn't taste badly. I developed a serious yin to taste fresh jism. I opened my night table drawer removed a dildo and masturbated to the fantasy that Doctor Abernathy was screwing me again.

At my next appointment, he offered me the tablets again. I looked him in the eye and said they wouldn't be necessary.

"Excellent, but take one and if things go well, we can forgo them next time," he said.

The sex got more interesting. We did it twice. He made me suck his cock before he told me to get down on all fours so he could eat me from the rear. He stuck a finger in my ass as he ate my pussy and that produced an orgasm that rocked my world. When I got home, I stuck dildos in my ass and pussy and masturbated myself to a truly awesome climax. Mom wasn't home yet so I yelled, "Fuck me doctor, eat my sloppy cunt," and other nasty things until I climaxed.

It was on my fifth appointment that I met the Doctor's wife. I was lying there with the Doctor's head between my legs when I looked up to find a woman standing beside the couch.

"How is she doing, Charles?" asked the woman.

"She's very cooperative, Grace," said the doctor.

"Megan, this is my wife, Dr. Grace Abernathy," said the Doctor. I knew from the names on the clinic's door that his wife worked with him.

"Megan, such a lovely name," said the wife as she sat on the edge of the couch. I recall she shook my hand just like we were meeting on the street. The fact that her husband was making slurping sounds as he ate me didn't faze her.

"Thank you," I replied.

"And such a pretty girl, may I?" said Grace as she started to unbutton my blouse.

"Thank you." I repeated.

"Have you ever been with a woman?" asked Grace who had slipped her hand inside my bra to play with my nipples.

"No," I moaned thinking that what they were doing to me was just terrific. I'd had a few moments in the girl's shower room when I found myself looking at one of my teammates with a certain desire. But I had never acted on it although several of the girls on the basketball team were into each other. They weren't true 24/7 dykes. They were just bi-sexuals.

Grace kissed me as she exposed my breasts.

"You have very pretty breasts," said Grace touching my nipples. "Doesn't she Charles?"

"Megan has a beautiful body," said the Doctor looking up. His face was smeared with my vaginal fluids.

"You all are so sweet," I said and I meant it. I would have done anything to please them. Not wanting to be totally passive I went to work on her blouse buttons and before long Grace and I were kissing and sucking on each other's tits as Doctor Abernathy performed cunnilingus on me. They got me off to one of the best climaxes I had ever experienced.

After that the three of us completely undressed and had sex. Grace taught me how to eat her pussy while her husband fucked me. I found myself caught up in having my face nestled between her beautiful thighs while her husband took a firm hold on my hips and fucked me dog style.

"Take your time and enjoy it," advised Grace as I put my tongue in her vagina and got a mouthful of her glandular secretions. She has the wettest pussy.

My tongue moving over her clitoris as my finger rubbed against her G-spot. All the while, the Doctor's was thrusting into my vagina and his moist gentle finger stimulating my anus. Shit, that was real sex, the kind I had imagined and wrote about in my diary.

I fell in love with the two of them. I didn't know you could fall in love with two people at once but I did. They became my whole world. I lived for what happened during those twice weekly session. They rescheduled me to their last appointment of the day so we could have more time together. When Grace found out I was taking the bus home, she insisted on calling a cab and paying for it. Overpaying in fact, the fare was $15 but she always handed me two $20 bills. When I told her it was too much, she told me not to worry about it and to buy myself something.

The sex became more bizarre and intense. They introduced me to Astro-Glide and anal sex. I adored taking the doctor's cock in my ass while Grace and I did 69.

"Megan, Do you want to be a nasty girl like me?" asked Grace one day as she was undressing me.

"Oh yes," I replied even though I was unsure what a nasty girl did. Grace proceeded to demonstrate. Grace told the doctor to pull his cock out of my ass for a few seconds so she could suck it. Ass-to-mouth or ATM she called it.

"Are you ready for ATM?" asked Grace.

"Yes, I'd love to," I answered. Grace got on top of the doctor and took him up the ass. I licked her clit as she raised and lowered her body giving herself a good butt fuck.

"Here nasty girl, suck this," said Grace reaching down to pull his cock out of her ass so I could suck it. I fell in love with the idea of sucking the Doctor's cock when it was still hot from being inside Grace's rectum.

"Stick your tongue in my asshole," said Grace the next time she pulled his dick out. Her sphincter hadn't closed and I was able to experience having my tongue two inches inside her rectum. Being a nasty girl was raunchy and perverted and I loved it.

She also liked to use her mouth on my asshole after her husband had filled it with cum. She'd suck his cum out of my asshole then she and I would kiss and pass it back and forth between out mouths. I know that's sick but it's also hot as hell.

I became the Abernathy's sex toy. I started spending nights at their house on weekends. This other doctor came over and we engaged in what you would call a mini-orgy. His name was Dr. Harry Shields and he was hung like a horse.

I'm not sure what got into me. Maybe it was all the attention. The Abernathy's were very good to me. Grace took me shopping and bought me clothes and some very sexy underwear.

Doctor Abernathy made a video of Grace, Harry, and me having sex. I was wearing these ridiculously high pumps, hose, garter belt and corset that made my waist tiny but also made it hard to breathe.

I was terrified that at the end of my eight-week session I would never see the Abernathy's again. But they assured me we could continue out relationship if I desired.

"Of course I want to continue. I love you," I said starting to cry with joy as the three of us hugged.

Doctor Abernathy got me off with three months probation when I went back to Family Relations Court. Mr. Eversole just about had a stroke. He practically had to be removed from the courtroom he got so vocal about it.

I didn't have to go to the high school for expelled problem students. The Abernathy's used their influence to get me a full athletic scholarship to an exclusive private academy. I was a first string forward. Since it was much closer to their house than my mother's, they convinced Mom to let me live with them while I completed my senior year.

It was a year of wonderful sex parties that took entire weekends. I copulated with countless men and women.

I'm a junior at Stanford now and I only see Grace and Charles on the occasional free weekend. I'm studying hard to get into medical school. Grace wants me to become a psychiatrist and join their practice. When I do get a weekend free I fly home and see Mom then go to the Abernathy's. Sometimes I bring my girlfriend Simone who is a kindred spirit. The four of us curl up in bed together for hours of sex. Friends of the Abernathy's come over and we engage in S&M. Simone is a pain slut who likes nothing better than to be degraded, humiliated, and whipped into hysterics.

I guess breaking Stacia's nose didn't turn out that badly.