An Orgasm A Day…

But what keeps the nurse away, Sylvia wondered, as she always did, staring at the smiling thumbs-up girl on the ‘An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away’ poster in the waiting area of the school infirmary. That girl’s skirt was way shorter than school regulations would allow. They can’t even get their own dumb policies straight.

“Sylvia, thanks for coming early. No pun intended. Take your clothes off and lie down; I’ll be right with you.” The nurse tapped her padded examination table, a place where hundreds of girls had thousands of orgasms since the new mandatory rule was enacted to quell a rise in student depression. It was on that table that Sylvia had her first sexual experience; two hours of experimentation with the nurse to finally have a passable orgasm and a checked box next to her name on the sheet. She was a difficult case… which was probably why the nurse always insisted she arrived earlier than anyone else in the morning.

Miss Collins was young for a nurse. With her bleached hair, nose ring, and baby face, she could almost be mistaken for a student, though no one else had breasts as large as hers. The pronounced cleavage might have been worn to help the boys with their mandatory orgasm, but Sylvia didn’t like to think too long about what the boys had done on a table now touching her bare buttocks. Her white knee-high socks and black shoes made her feel more naked somehow.

‘Love your body, love yourself’ Miss Collins had repeated several times during their long sessions. But that didn’t come easy when the giant breasts of a gorgeous woman were casting a shadow over your petite, quivering body. “I’m ready, Miss Collins,” she finally said with eyes closed tight in a wince of apprehension for the fingers about to run up her lightly spread thighs and part her barely moist vulva.

“Sylvia, I’ve had my fingers up your coochie a hundred times. I think we’re close enough that you can call me Patricia.”

“OK…” Sylvia said, but nothing else. The daily mandatory orgasm had sucked every ounce of fun from going to school. The stress of being unable to perform despite the nurse panting from jack-hammering her fingers in her kitty while tuning her nipples with her other hand created a vicious circle of self-loathing failure.

“You seem more nervous than usual,” The caring nurse asked, putting on a latex glove with a snap. Is it because it’s been a while? You were supposed to practice during Christmas vacation.”

“I tried… I can never get there on my own.”

“I know, I know. But I have a surprise for you. No fingering today.” An odd thing to say while prodding a student’s birth canal with your finger. But perhaps it was just a formality to say she had tried. This was the best news Sylvia had ever heard in this office, even if the orgasm was likely canceled today only.

“Because I bought THIS!” Patricia brandished a pink alien device with black straps. A kind of mutated trident with foot-long prongs of various thicknesses. It was connected to a long white tube that disappeared under the table. The middle finger of this three-digit hand was as thick as a water bottle.