5 comments/ 123175 views/ 3 favorites Unresolved By: Pilgrim I can't explain these thoughts and feelings and fantasies that have overcome me in recent weeks. I am such an average, typical and normal woman. A wife. A mom. A career. So happily satisfied with my life and who I am, yet these very new, strange, erotic and yes, very exciting thoughts that seem to have emerged from a place I don't know. They play and dance in my head most of my day, leaving me only momentarily when I am completely engrossed in my work or with my children. Even when I'm with my husband, the thoughts are there, ever present, always taking me to a place where I don't know if can or ever will go. Still, no matter how I try to tell myself that these pictures in my head and these desires in my heart are somehow wrong, they don't leave. I turned 40 last month and maybe that's where this is all coming from. For much of my life, I have not been particularly fond of my looks, though never really ashamed of them either. My dark blonde hair carries a few streaks of gray now. I run regularly so I stay reasonably thin, but my skin is not quite as firm as it was when I married at 25. My small breasts, which only required a bra for certain outfits before, have softened to where I really don't need a bra at all, no matter what I'm wearing. But looking at myself at 40, and comparing what I see and feel to so many other wives and mothers out there, I'm slowly realizing that I do have something to be proud of. And maybe, because I'm finally finding some satisfaction in my own appearance, I find myself noticing the appearance of others, particularly those I am close to and in contact with nearly every day. I've known Kelly for about four years. She and her husband and daughter are good friends of our family. Our daughters were born within two months of each other a couple years ago. Kelly had a bit of trouble losing that extra weight we all inevitably gain during pregnancy. About a year after the kids were born, she came to me needing motivation to start exercising to lose those last few pounds. That was when we started running together two or three times a week right after work. At first, it was only about running together, but with time we developed an even closer friendship. Between the heavy breathing that comes with running in the high desert heat, we talked about our marriages, our kids, and our friends. On a few occasions, we even discussed our sex lives. Hers was so much more interesting than my own since she had slept with several men prior to marrying Dan. Though I'd messed around a little with a couple of boyfriends before marrying, I married the first man I ever made love to. Though I was not jealous of her, the stories she shared of how different men could do different things in different ways for her fascinated me. Jay was a good enough lover, but I sometimes longed to know what the touch of another person could do to me. She is still the only person who knows the intimate details of my sex life, and a couple of my fantasies, besides of course my husband. It was several weeks ago when I first became aware of these new feelings within me. Kelly and I had gone for a run and returned to her house. Our husbands and kids were going to meet us at the local park later for a picnic so we'd planned to shower at her place before heading into town. She handed me a cold beer as I headed down the hallway to her shower. I closed the door, stripped, started the water, and stepped in. I kept the water lukewarm, just barely above cool, since I was still hot from the run. Physically tired and with the sudden rush of the alcohol working its way into my moisture depleted body, I turned toward the shower head and closed my eyes. I relished in this brief moment of relaxation, letting the soapy water glide through my hair and down my neck, criss-crossing my chest through what little cleavage I have to offer, following the slight curves of my hips, finally slipping through the soft mat of blonde pubic hair between my legs on its inevitable path to the drain below. Halfway through my shower, my momentary respite was interrupted by the opening of the bathroom door. Here's a clean towel, Kelly said, as she came in and dropped a towel on the edge of the sink. Through the clear shower curtain I could see Kelly had undressed to her panties and sweat-stained sports bra. She looked over and smiled at me. Being modest, I quickly tried to cover myself up, but the soft steam from the shower probably hid me more than I knew. Kelly soon retreated to the hallway, leaving the door wide open as she left. When I was done washing myself, and as I left the thin protective cover of the shower curtain, I didn't close the door. I still wonder why I didn't. I've always been a very modest person, but though I thought about closing it to protect my privacy, I didn't. I knew she was in the next room and would soon follow me into the shower, but for some reason, this time it wouldn't bother me to be seen naked by her. The thought that I could be comfortable with my body and with my best friend seeing me that way was really very exciting for me. And follow me she did. Kelly joined me in the small bathroom. We shared a brief smile in the mirror as I dried my hair with my towel. Proving that there was to be no such thing as modesty today, Kelly promptly sat down next to me and peed while we talked, kicking her panties to the side as she finished. I turned away from her and leaned over to dry my calves, my thighs and between my legs. I'm glad there's someone else who doesn’t shave down there, she said. Dan tries to tell me that every other woman in the world does and I should too. I just tell him to be happy that he's getting what he's got and leave me the heck alone. She laughed. She had looked at me…there. Was it intentional or just that she had happened to be turned that way? Kelly slid her hands across my hips, moving behind me in the tight space between the wall and the sink. I could feel the soft fuzz of her hairs brushing against my butt. Bending over the rim of the tub, she turned on the shower, pulled her bra up and over her head, and stepped inside. She stretched her head back into the stream of warm water and closed her eyes, her pink lips just barely parted. I watched her, trying not to be too obvious. She was shorter than I was by about 4 inches. While she had lost much of her baby weight in the year or so we'd been running together, her butt and upper thighs retained their soft and rounded, yet not unattractive curves. My eyes scanned the entire length of her body, finally settling on her breasts. They are probably close to the same size as mine, but because of her smaller frame they look larger and better proportioned. Her aureoles are a deep chocolate brown and larger than my own which had quickly returned to their pre-pregnancy pale pink after my daughter stopped nursing. Small streams of warm water ran off the tips of her elongated nipples. Seeing her in profile through the softly steaming shower curtain, I could see a patch of thick brown hair, now wet with water, spreading outward below her stomach from between her thighs. It was only then I noticed her eyes watching me watch her. Was that a smile on her face? With just a touch of real embarrassment, I took the towel from the edge of the sink, wrapped it around my still naked waist and retreated to the bedroom. I dressed quickly into the white panties, khaki shorts and cotton tee I'd brought with me wondering what I was doing and what I was thinking. Why had my eyes lingered on Kelly as they had? What would she think of me looking at her? How did I become so lost in visually exploring this woman, my best friend? I heard the shower stop moments later. Kelly soon joined me in the bedroom, her short, dark hair dripping wet, a white cotton towel loosely wrapped around her torso as mine had been a few minutes before. She picked an outfit out of her closet, a bra and panties from her dresser and dropped them on her bed. She removed the towel from her midriff and started drying her hair. Once again, I felt my eyes going to her, curious, even anxious, to see more of her. I shook myself out of this trance, grabbed my beer and headed towards the kitchen, not wanting to embarrass her, or myself, again. Damn it, I heard her cry from my crimson-faced hideout in the kitchen. What's wrong, I asked as she walked around the corner and into the kitchen. Does this stain show, she asked. I had to tell her that it was pretty obvious. Help me pick out something else then, would you, she said. She was already unbuttoning her shirt as we returned together to her room. Dropping the shirt to the floor, she stood in front of her closet in a thin white bra, which was at least a cup-size too big, and her plaid shorts. From behind, I gazed at her soft skin that held the taut firmness that proved her 7 years my junior. I could see the soft brown freckles dotting her shoulders and back, stopping just below her shoulder blades and just above the narrow straps of her bra. Out of her closet she pulled a sleeveless white silk top with buttons up the back and a short light blue skirt. Her shorts fell to the floor. I could see the soft hairs of her unshaven mound curling around the edges of her panties and just barely down the tops of her inner thighs when she leaned over and picked the shorts off the floor. With the skirt pulled on and zipped up, she slipped her arms through the sleeves. Could you button me, she asked. I fumbled with the buttons on the back of her blouse, my hands occasionally brushing against her freckled skin, strands of her damp hair brushing against my fingers as I reached the top buttons. I could smell the shampoo in her hair mixed with the sweet clean smell of her skin. I smiled to myself, I remember. I enjoyed being close to her. But why? Why was I finding this much excitement in this? The straps of her bra peering out from under the shoulders of her blouse were a bit too obvious, she thought. She asked me to unbutton her shirt. I complied, slowly, trying hard not to imagine what this would be like if I was undressing her as her husband would later tonight. I also unhooked her bra for her, and watched as she pulled it over her shoulders. From her side, I could again see the soft swells of her breasts, small mounds laying gently atop her ribs. Was that a moment's hesitation when her eyes caught mine just before she pulled her shirt back on over her now naked chest? What would happen if I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me? Would she let me touch her, cup her breasts in my palms, run my hands across her belly and down? Never to know, I buttoned her up once again, my fingers nimbly slipping each button through its matching tight buttonhole. Is this too obvious, she laughed, pulling her shirt tight across her breasts, the sensitive tips of her nipples stiffening from the contact with the sheer and silky fabric. I smiled and lied and said, No, not so much. Not any more than mine, I said sticking my chest out, pushing my similarly uncovered nipples into my tee-shirt. She looked. We both smiled. Then we left to join our families. That night, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her smile, her laugh, her naked breasts barely hidden to me under the thin fabric of her blouse. I wanted to believe that she harbored similar thoughts and fantasies, but I could never be sure. I wanted to believe that the smiles we shared that evening spoke to something more, something that we shared together, something that only we could know and understand. We enjoyed our family time that night, as we have many times since. I made love to my husband that night, but my mind was somewhere else. I was with someone else. He kissed me and his tongue traced delicate circles over my belly and my thighs and inside of me, but it wasn't him that I saw when I closed my eyes. The mouth and lips and tongue and fingers that took me to a wonderful place that night belonged to someone else. I still don't understand what has changed in my mind, or what was awakened inside of me that would lead me to think or fantasize or daydream about my friend in this way. I find my mind wandering back often to that first afternoon when I really noticed her. In those increasingly rare moments of pleasuring myself, I find that it is her face that I see, her eyes that look back at me, her lips that kiss me, her fingers that caress me and enter me. It's all so confusing sometimes, but it's a confusion that I am ever more welcome to entertain and enjoy, even if it's only inside my head and in my heart for now. Unresolved Attraction I don't know how my following story compares to others on this site, so I would greatly appreciate any comments or suggestions you may have! I hope you enjoy!! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I want to start off by saying that I am happily married, but there is one issue in my life that remains unresolved. A couple of years before I married my husband, I was involved with a guy named Billy (He just happens to be the unresolved issue I mentioned before). We met each other off the internet, and the sex came almost immediately. Let me just say, it was great! We weren't a couple or anything like that. We just enjoyed sex with each other (One thing I forgot to mention was that he was married while we were seeing each other, but that's a whole other story). We had been "seeing" each other for almost a year when he dropped a bombshell on me. He was going away to be in the Army. I was crushed when he told me this, but I saw it as a way for me to move on with my life. I moved on, got married, and such. I would get an occasional email from Billy, but nothing special. Then the other day I received an email saying that he wanted to meet me for lunch since he was in town for the holidays. We decided on a day and time, and soon after for me the anxiety set in. I remembered the terms on which he and I parted - pretty much unresolved. 'I don't know if I can trust myself,' I thought. Against my better judgement we met for lunch. We talked about the past, and eventually he steered the conversation to our past sexual escapades. "We're not gonna have this conversation in a public restaurant," I said with a laugh as I moved toward the exit. I followed him to his vehicle, and we both got in. "Let's go to the park!" he suggested. As he drove he chatted about sex as if it were a normal topic of conversation, and I sat there in silence wondering what I had gotten myself into. I saw the pavillions and the playground of Ranger Park come into view, but he kept driving. "Aren't we going to the park?" I asked nervously. "Well, yeah. I just thought we'd find some place a little more secluded." He looked at me and winked. I felt my stomach sink at the mention of that "S" word, but I also felt a tingle between my legs at the thought of being totally alone with this sexy man after such a long time. 'Bridgett!' I screamed at myself. 'You're getting turned on by all this?!?! What's wrong with you?' Finally, after what seemed like ten hours of driving, he pulled into a grove of trees. "This is nice," he said, staring intently at me. I could feel his eyes moving up and down the length of my body, making my body heat up. "I can't wait to find out if your pussy is as pink as your cheeks are." I didn't know what to say or do now. I was so turned on by his talk of sex, that I could feel myself getting wetter by the second. I finally found the courage to speak, "Billy, I want you to fuck me so badly, but you know I can't let you do that." "Bridgett, I'm going to make love to you so sweetly," he promised, as his lips closed in on mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth and began massaging mine. I felt the apprehension leave my body as his hands slid under my shirt to unclasp my bra. His hands moved to the front to play with my nipples. He remembered from our previous encounters that my nipples were very sensitive. I couldn't help but moan as he continued to pay attention to my most sensitive peaks. His lips parted from mine as he said, "Let's move to the back seat. There's more room back there." I could hear the lust in his voice as he suggested this move in location. I took my time moving to the back seat to ask myself if this was really what I wanted to do. I knew it was. Seeing him again had ignited all the sexual feelings I remembered from before. He was waiting for me in the back seat when I got in with a smile on his face. "I've been dreaming about this since I left." I immediately took control of the situation. I leaned into his kiss again, andleaned back in the seat so he could unzip my jeans and pull them off of my thighs. He ran his hand over the heat of my pussy and felt the wetness. He put his finger to his lips and relished the taste of my arousal. "You taste as good as I remember," he said as he pulled my panties aside and slid a finger up and down my wet slit. His finger ran over my clit and I felt my juices welling up. He moved to the floor of the vehicle in front of me. "Put your legs up on the head rests, and let me do everything else." I slid my panties all the way off, as I did what he suggested. He gently parted the lips of my vagina to see the wet and bright pink insides. I almost jumped out of the seat as I felt his tongue land on my clit. He slid a finger inside me, as if telling me what was to come. The combination of his tongue on my clit and his finger fucking me had me writhing and moaning more than I thought possible. "Billy, you're gonna have to stop. I want us to come together. Trade me places." We switched seats, and I quickly unzipped his jeans to showcase his huge cock pointing straight at me. It seemed to be beckoning my mouth to suck him. I put my hands around the base of his cock as my mouth swallowed as much of him as I could. It felt so right to be doing that to him again after so long. I bobbed my head up and down quickly at first, and slowed down to take just the head of his cock in my lips. I could taste his precum and knew I was doing a good job. My tongue ran up and down his shaft, as I stroked him with my hands. "If you wanna come together, please stop," he warned. Again I took the lead and climbed onto the seat on all fours, and felt him move in behind me and run his dick up and down my wet pussy. "I've wanted to do this ever since I left," he said as he pushed his rock hard pole into me slowly. I pushed back on him and felt him enter me to the hilt. We both moaned simultaneously, as we began to find our groove. I ground my hips as he pulled me back onto him. He reached around and started pinching my nipples as he pounded himself into my dripping wet cunt. "God, you feel better than I remember!" I moaned as he continued torturing me with his fingers and his cock. He picked up speed, and I knew he was close to coming. So was I. I bucked back against him for the final time as he grunted and I felt the spray of his come inside me. We lay there, him hunched over me from the frenzied sex we had just shared. We both straightened up and he took me in his arms. "I've missed that more than you can imagine." He hugged me. I looked at my watch. "Oh no! My husband will be home in a little while. I guess we had better be going ..." I said with a catch in my voice. I rearranged my panties and climbed back in the front seat. When we arrived back at my car, I looked him in the eye and said, "I will be up for that any time you're in from now on." He leaned over and kissed me, "I'll dream about it till then." I climbed out of his truck and felt his come wet my thong even more. 'I wonder if my husband will notice another man's come in my panties ...' Unresolved Issues Never mind why I thought I might have an STD. Later, it turned out that I didn't. I'd gone to the health clinic a half-mile off campus to get tested. I filled out the paperwork at the office window, nervously aware that everyone in the waiting room could be watching me. I found an empty chair and tried to be invisible. Twenty minutes went by before I was called. I tried not to make eye contact. The waiting room was mostly women. But there was a broad mixture waiting their turn. Older and younger. All races, people from all walks of life. I saw a couple, but mostly women alone. The nurse called me through the door into the back office. A hallway, a workstation, some carts, a scale, and a bunch of closed doors. She led me through one of the doors into the examination room. She was in her 50s, graying black hair tied back, sturdy and no-nonsense. Clearly very busy, and not somone who would tolerate delay or shenanigans. In the middle of the room, a padded table, covered with a paper sheet. And two college-age girls busying themselves. I assumed they were cleaning up after the last patient. The nurse told me that I should take off all my clothes except my underwear and have a seat on the table, and that she would be back to begin the examination. The three of them left the room. I folded my clothes in a pile on a chair and sat on the paper, legs dangling, as I waited to have my genitals examined. The door opened and the nurse came back in -- along with the two girls! It was rather embarrassing to be in my underwear around three people instead of just a nurse. I wasn't sure if they needed to pick up some supplies or paperwork or something. But no one explained it. The nurse picked up a syringe of some kind and began by telling me what they would be testing for. She confirmed my name and explained to the girls that I was here for unresolved medical issues. She wrapped a hose around my upper arm, held my forearm efficiently and firmly, and stuck my elbow with the needle. One of the college girls pulled the hose off my arm, and the nurse drew a sample of blood. Were they still here? What was going on? Why wasn't the nurse examining me privately? The nurse explained the rest of the tests while the other college girl taped a cotton ball to the inside of my elbow. Both these girls wore streaked blonde, straight hair in a ponytail, and they both wore the same practiced professional look on their naive, trusting, pretty faces. Same height, same plucked-thin eyebrows, same pert noses. I was sure they got drunk every weekend and probably never had anything bad happen to them. They had different color blouses under their white lab coats but I still couldn't tell them apart. "...and this test," the nurse was saying briskly, "is done by saturating the skin of the affected area with a gel that softens the skin and causes any potential trouble areas to become visible to the naked eye." She got out a tube but I was distracted by the word "naked." I didn't need to picture the nurse naked, but the thought of these two bubble-headed girls naked was a good distraction. A split second later I realized I was wearing only my boxer shorts and I didn't need that kind of distraction. But it was too late, I felt my penis start to grow a little. Not good. I didn't need that kind of embarrassment. They were just doing their job. I was just a patient. I was trying to think about something else when I realized the nurse was holding a tube of something and had asked me a question. "Uh... what?" I said. "I asked you," she said, deliberately, "if you would like to apply the gel yourself, or would you like me to do it?" "Ah, well you're the professional, I guess you'd know better than me," I said. The nurse turned away. I avoided looking at the college girls, tried to think about something other than sex. Interns, I guessed. Or maybe this was for a health class they were taking. Oh hell, what if they went to my school? What if I knew them? What if I ran into them in the cafeteria, and they'd seen me here in my underwear being tested for an STD? As I wondered whether there was a confidentiality thing, I couldn't help studying the one to my right out of the corner of my eye. I thought I could see her breasts bulging under her lab coat. Big ones. The sexy firm boobs of a 20 year old. Oh sure, they were chastely resting inside her bra, but she'd love it if I set them free for a little playtime. They were just the right size to cup my whole hand under them and heft them up. I'd stand behind her and squeeze her breasts as she leaned back against me and got all horny from what I was doing. Oh, shit, I shouldn't be thinking about that right now -- my dick got a little stiff -- oh, the nurse just asked me a question. I guess I had a blank look on her face because she repeated herself. "Would you like to remove your underwear entirely, or leave it on for this procedure?" Underwear? What the -- the two girls were still here! I looked between them. They just stood there. They weren't going anywhere. Did interns really need to see this? "Uh, I'll leave it on I guess," I said. What procedure? "Would you please pull your penis out for me, then," the nurse said. Right here? In front of all three of you? I suddenly realized what the tube she was holding was for. It was some kind of medicine I guess. That was where it was going. I swallowed, hard. The three of them were all just looking at me. And for some reason my penis had suddenly gotten a little harder. I reached through my fly and fished myself out. I was definitely half-hard now, it was starting to straighten out and it was thickening up. I did not need this. I told myself it was just a medical procedure. Just a treatment from a doctor, no big deal. But I was mortified. These girls -- and this woman who must be 55 if she was a day -- were just looking at me. And... I was sprouting a boner in the doctor's office. How could I explain this? The nurse looked down and frowned. "I'll need you to expose your testicles too, please, sir," she said. I carefully pulled them through my fly too. My penis and testicles were squeezed out the opening and just lay there. Spread out like they were on display in a museum. Now my boxers just made me feel more naked. I felt more exposed than if I'd been wearing nothing at all. The nurse squirted some gel into her gloved hand -- she was wearing gloves now, she must have put those on of course -- and, handing the tube to one of the girls, reached down and began massaging my penis. I jumped a little. It was cold! But it warmed up fast as she began working it into my skin, first up and down my penis, and smoothing it around until the whole shaft was covered. And then she worked the excess goo into my scrotum. She lifted my balls and soothingly rubbed the slippery gel under them, then held my whole sack in one hand and very gently squeezed it as she made sure the gel covered the whole thing. I couldn't help noticing these two girls were both watching this. Applying the gel only took a few seconds but they were staring at my crotch as this older woman spread what felt like lubricant all over my privates. And I don't know if it was that, or the feel of her warm hands through the gloves, but my penis was standing almost fully erect now. It was jutting up at a 45 degree angle, pointing right at the nurse. "Well, that's all right," she soothed me. "No need to worry about the unwanted erection. I'm sure you'll relax and soften up like we need in just a bit." A wave of shame passed over me as she said the word "erection." She wiped a last bit of gel from one gloved hand to the other, smeared it on the tip of my dick, and, making a fist, twisted to smear it evenly around the head. A shock of pleasure shot through me. My cock twitched hard. Bounced up and back down. Sticking out into the air. Pointed right at her. Then she and the girls just stood there, looking at me. Waiting for something. I waited a little bit, my dick feeling like it was made out of wood. My damn dick still had the lingering memory of her last touch, and it was hoping for more from these two chicks. I couldn't control what the greedy bastard wanted. Then I asked, "uh, so what are we waiting for?" The nurse caught my eye and explained like I was a slow child. "As I said, this gel works best when the skin is soft and pliant. We need to stretch the genital skin to examine it. With an erection, obviously the skin is stretched by the enlarged tissue underneath. That means we need you to become flaccid before we can begin the examination. Is that something you feel you will do shortly?" I gulped. They needed my dick to get soft? I couldn't even look at these girls' faces, they were so pretty and they could fuck guys like me any time they wanted. With my cock and balls forced through my narrow fly, it almost felt like a cock ring squeezing me. I wasn't sure I even could lose my hardon. But what was I going to say? "Ah, well, I think I will, yes. I mean --" She had already turned from me and was looking at her watch. She said something about the time to the girls, in what sounded like medical talk, and started stripping off her gloves. "I'll allow my assistants to begin the examination, then, and when I return we'll try to continue. Please do try to relax so we can proceed. We're awfully busy today." She nodded curtly at me, opened the door -- thankfully my back was to it -- and left. The girls were going to begin? But -- oh, now they were both pulling on gloves. Were they going to look me over? "Can you lean back a little for me?" said the one. Confused, I did. Then without another word she reached down, nudged my swollen cock to the side, and took my balls in her hand! I was in shock. What were we doing? I thought the gel couldn't work yet! But -- oh, the skin on my ballsack was still soft. That must be what they were going to examine. Sure enough, this blonde college girl was already gently pulling my ... my scrotal skin away from the fly of my boxers, and massaging it to get the gel into the skin. The two of them were talking about something medical I think as they looked down at me. She gently took the skin at the bottom of my nut sack between thumb and finger, and pulled it until the skin was stretched. Then she carefully squeezed the base with her other hand, and my balls protruded between her fingers. It wasn't really painful but it didn't feel good either. I was acutely aware that this blonde chick was pressing my stiff dick out of the way with her palm. And she was pulling the skin there at the base, too. It was stiff as a stick, waving gently back and forth as she adjusted her grip on my nuts. "OK, start looking him over," she said, and the other blonde college girl bent down and starting tugging and pulling on the skin of my scrotum. Stretching it out piece by piece to look it over. She was mostly touching my balls as she did this. It felt like she was playing with them. That gel was so slippery, her fingers kept sliding around and sometimes she ended up just sliding my balls around when she was trying to get a grip. The stretching felt bizarre, but her fingers playing with my balls felt amazing. If they thought this would make my cock shrink, they were damn wrong. I was as hard as I'd ever been. I'd leaned back, and it laid on my belly. My purple-red dickhead was dying to be touched. I wanted like anything for these girls to just grab it and give it a good hard stroke. Fuck, either one of them could just move their hands three inches, grab my cock, and start giving it a hard pumping if they wanted. One of them giggled a little and I looked up from my crotch to their faces. The first one was standing up just holding my sack, staring down at it. Or was she looking at my dick? The second one was bent over, her ponytail having fallen over her shoulder and hanging down as she juggled my balls around. She was giggling and saying something about my slippery balls in her medical language. From this angle I could see the top of her head, her hair pulled straight back, and I could almost picture her sucking me off. She was at just the right angle to take my cock in her mouth. All she had to do was move a little bit, and she could slide her mouth down and give it a good hard suck as she lifted her head back up. Shit, I was dying here. Two fucking hot girls playing with me. Four hands were gripping, stretching, sliding all over me. This was like a damn porno, two girls one guy, except for one thing. My cock was hard as a rock, greased up with lube, and ready to go, but it was just being ignored. Just sticking out there like a sore thumb. How long was this going to go on? This was turning me on like crazy. Did they even know? I looked back up and the first girl was looking right at me. Did she have a little smirk on her face? She knew. Did she know? I made a face like "well, what are ya gonna do?" and at that she smiled. I think that was sympathy. Hot damn, I thought, I got away with it. That stupid innocent girl. She doesn't realize I'm getting off on her and her dumb friend playing with my balls. She thinks I'm just a patient. I was leaning back on my elbows thinking about boning her and her hot friend, but she was probably going to go home and worry she hadn't been professional enough. She'll fret about how she gave her poor patient a hard-on. Well, at least she felt bad for me. I know I felt bad for me. These two girls were still toying with my balls, fingering my slippery nutsack like they'd found a new sex toy. If it was just a little different, this could have been the hottest sex I'd ever get. But I knew it wasn't going to happen. When I got home I could jack off for a week thinking about this and I still wouldn't get it out of my head. God, my cock was hard. Just then the door opened and the nurse strode back in. Here comes trouble, I thought. The second girl started explaining how she hadn't seen any evidence on my scrotum. The first girl had turned to look at the nurse too, and this was my chance to sneak a good look at her tits. I couldn't see down their shirts or anything, and they were wearing those white lab coats buttoned up, but they both had a great set of tits and I could picture them under the coat. I licked my lips. I looked up just in time to keep from getting caught staring. The nurse was telling us how disappointed she was. "I had expected this situation to be resolved by now. This is often a problem with this particular treatment, but usually it goes away quickly. Do you expect yourself to be relaxed anytime in the next few minutes?" She was talking to me. "Uh, no," I said. "I don't feel like I have any control over... I mean, it seems like it's going to stay like this... for a while." She sighed. The girl gave a final stroke to my scrotum, patting it to lay it back flat, and let go. My wet cock was pointed straight up, resting on my abdomen, pointing at my bellybutton. The nurse thought for a second. "Well, time pressures being what they are, I think we have to resort to the secondary protocol," she said. "Fortunately, he has already signed all the releases, so I will simply begin now." "I am going to manually masturbate you," she said, pulling on gloves, "until you ejaculate, at which time we will continue the examination." What the fuck! Before I could even say anything, she had squirted out more gel, rubbed her hands together, and grasped my dick in her fist. I let out an "ahhh--" and my stomach tensed up as she started jacking me up and down. She had a firm grip and didn't warm up or anything. She grabbed me and just started pumping her fist. My ass just about climbed off the table. Holy shit, this lady was jacking me off! Now, I didn't much like her. She was way too old for me and she was all business, in fact, kind of a crabby old bitch. But my cock was in heaven. She started explaining to the interns what she was doing. "Pay attention here. The preparation has a thin oil base, non-latex-reactive, which provides appropriate lubrication by itself. If you ever find yourself needing to do this, begin by taking a firm grip just behind the head of the penis. You will stroke down from there nearly to the base, then back up over the head, and then repeat." She was demonstrating on me. Shit, my dick was going crazy. I was trying to relax so I wouldn't shoot right away. But at the same time, this was so weird that I wasn't even sure I could cum if I wanted to. "This patient appears to be nearing ejaculation, but if you find that additional stimulation is required, and the penis is of an appropriate size, you can use your other hand" -- she did -- "in a second fist, to provide additional stimulation to the entire organ. For some men, this means orgasm will be achieved quicker." The nurse wasn't looking at them, but those two college girls were blushing like crazy. They were more embarrassed than I was! She was pumping me with both hands like she was churning butter or something. She was squeezing my cock head through her top fist, over and over. Jesus. She was a lot older than me, but this felt like the best handjob I'd ever had. I couldn't look at her, but if we'd been in bed -- and alone -- and she was doing this, shit, I'd be telling her, don't stop, yeah, keep jacking my cock baby... her hands felt so good. Shit, she kept squeezing my dickhead each time her hand slipped off the tip. That felt so fucking good. "Also, some patients will achieve additional stimulation if they participate in the masturbation process. Sir," she said to me, "please begin assisting me by sliding your penis through my hands." She stopped jacking and just held my dick in her two fists, one on top of the other, looking at me. I leaned on my elbows and lifted my hips carefully, driving my cock up into her hands. I have to admit that did feel good. Almost like her hands were making a vagina for me to fuck. So I thrust up into that slick tunnel of lube, slowly, over and over, and I kept fucking her fists while she started talking to her interns again. The gel was slathered all over my dick, oozing everywhere, a bit of it even whipped into a white froth by sweat and friction. But I started thinking, this nurse who was jacking me off was old enough to be my mother. Hell, she could be someone's grandmother. She might be 60. I wasn't sure I liked that much. Damn, she was even twisting and squeezing me a little as I fucked her slippery hands. But she wasn't what I wanted. I wanted those pretty, innocent little college girls. And those girls were probably thinking I was some kind of freak. That sobered me up somehow. Brought me back to where I was. I was a patient after all. I just came here for medical treatment. And now this old cow has me performing like a circus show for her? Making me look like a horny jerkoff in front of these girls? My dick was still just as hard. But I wasn't into it the way I had been. I relaxed and set my ass back on the table. She stopped talking and was just moving her hands up and down slowly. "I think you better take it from here," I said. Her face went stony. Oh, she didn't like that. Me treating her like she was my personal whore. Now she was mad. She took her left hand away. She squeezed my cock plenty hard with her right hand, grabbed my shaft, and started stroking me fast. Whipping my dick skin up and down, no friction, just the sensation of her hand giving my dick a tight squeeze and a powerful jacking. Oh, I felt that for sure. I was horny as hell, I could feel the cum filling up my balls. But I just laid there, and stared her in the face like I was daring her to make me cum. She looked right back at me and kept pumping me like a piston. Unresolved Issues It was a stand-off. My hairy balls were slapping up and down from her fast jerking, my cock was as hard as it had ever been, and I was getting stimulation as good as any ever before. Her hand felt better than any pussy I'd ever fucked. Tight, fast, and hot. I felt my balls aching and my ass tightening up. But I knew I wasn't going to cum. I didn't think I was going to be able to cum. Even if she worked me over all day. She scowled. "We have limited time here. Another patient needs this room. I'm going to need all three of you to cooperate," she said, looking at her watch. "I believe this man enjoys looking at breasts. I saw him looking at you girls before, when he didn't think you would notice. "So I'm going to need you two to unbutton your coats and shirts, and show him your breasts." The girls' mouths dropped open and they looked at each other. But they didn't look like they dared contradict the nurse. "And you" -- she addressed me -- "in order to speed this process, I will need you to look directly at their breasts and attempt to fantasize. Can you do that for me?" The girls had already unbuttoned their lab coats all the way open, and were working on their blouses. "Sure. Sure I can," I said. First one, then the other girl opened up her shirt. Two lacy bras were holding four beautiful breasts right in front of me. Bras cuddling those boobs, holding them up for me to see. Gorgeous cleavage, both of them, and big, ripe, round boobs, exactly the kind I'd pictured, waiting for my hands and my mouth. "You will have to remove your bras, please," said the nurse, and the girls blushed. They each unclipped their front-fastened bra and tucked the cups aside for me to see what they'd held. So much hot girl flesh. These 20-year-old chicks with the innocent shocked faces were exposing the tits of fully grown women. All-natural boobs, swaying as the girls nervously shifted their feet, their hands pulling their blouses open for me. I looked back and forth. I still could barely tell them apart except for their attitude. The first one had her blonde ponytail falling down her chest, the ends of her hair falling between her boobs, giving a little hair-caress to a boob, showing off its curves to me, making me wish I was touching it just like that. Her nipples were hard little nubs, cute as hell, begging to be sucked. She was looking me over, she caught my glance and then her eyes fell to stare at my hard dick getting pleasured. Her mouth fell open a bit. I think she was almost as horny as I was. I knew she wanted to fuck me. I could tell from those hard nipples. I wanted one in my mouth so bad. The other college girl's nipples weren't hard. In fact she seemed mad, she had the tiniest frown on her face. She seemed a little resentful. But hell, that was fine with me, as long as she kept holding her shirt open so I could stare at those globes she was flashing me. Perfect skin on both these girls, not a blemish. Smooth flat nipples on this other girl... but I bet I could pop those up for her if I got my mouth on them. She was looking off to the side a little. She saw me staring; she flashed her eyes angrily and pursed her lips at me, like she was posing for a Facebook picture. Fucking stuck-up bitch, pretending she didn't like it. She could cover it up, but she got a thrill out of showing me her bare boobs. I know she liked my staring as much as I did. I was sure she wanted me to pinch and suck on her bare tits, she was just too stuck-up to show it. We sat there for a little while, mostly in silence except for the squishing sound of the nurse's hand giving my dick a workout, and all of us breathing a little hard. Every once in a while the nurse would order me to ejaculate. This old hardass wasn't giving me any pillow talk, it was like: "Sir, we must hurry this up, please try to begin ejaculation now. "Sir, if you squeeze your muscles to increase the stimulation, you can hasten your ejaculation. "Sir, please relax your mind and focus on the visual stimulation." I was so horny. So fucking hot. I looked back and forth between these two gorgeous girls' faces and their smooth flesh. But I couldn't cum. Finally she quit. Looked at her watch, just let go of me, turned away and started ripping off the gloves. "That's it, we're vacating. We'll try something else. I'll figure out where to transfer him -- you two escort him to the front desk and meet me there." The girls, relieved, started snapping their bras back together as the nurse strode out the door. When she opened, I hope someone looked in and saw these girls' tits! Why should I be the only one embarrassed! I relaxed for a second and watched their boobs shimmy as they buttoned up, until I realized what she'd said. I had to go out into the waiting room? I wasn't up for that -- I was only wearing boxers and hardly those! And I was still right in the middle of... having sex, or whatever this was! I was in no shape to go out in public! The girls were saying like, "you have to come with us, please" as I gathered up my clothes. They were trying to usher me out the door before I was dressed! Shit, don't open that door yet! I managed to tuck myself back into my boxers, but pulling my pants up was tricky -- I was hard as iron and it wasn't going to wilt anytime soon. I decided to park my hardon pointed straight up, and zipped up carefully. The girls were taking my elbows to guide me out as I pulled on my T-shirt. I didn't even tie my shoes. As we went out the door and into the waiting room, we were walking past lots of people before I realized -- my T-shirt only went to my beltline. My giant boner stuffed in my pants was going to be obvious to anyone who saw me! I was tenting the front of my pants like crazy! I was nervous about that. But it was weirdly exciting too. The girls guided me to the front window, where the nurse was already talking to the receptionist. They turned me around to face the room, and I found almost everyone looking at me. I hoped I didn't have any wet spots on me but I couldn't do much about it now. I couldn't even hold my hands in front of my crotch because the interns had a firm grip on my elbows. And my giant, wet, slippery hard prick was wedged inside my pants, a bulge so obvious that nobody who looked at me could miss it. They couldn't see its angry red color from all the rubbing, they couldn't smell my sweat, and they couldn't see it was shiny with smeared, oily gel. But I couldn't have screamed "I'm horny" any louder even if I'd been completely naked. Most of the people waiting were women. Everyone there could see my hardon. The prim old black lady in a flowered dress knew I had a hardon. The pregnant young wife knew I had a hardon. I saw two slutty-looking girls, with greasy hair, low tanktops, and too much makeup. They were nudging each other and pointing -- they knew my dick was screaming for pussy. Did they want me to fuck them, or were they laughing at me? Oh God, the whole room was full of pussies. The whole fucking room. I would have killed to get my dick inside any one of these women, and they all just sat there, sitting on the one thing I needed the most, just looking at me. They knew I needed them. They didn't care. They'd rather laugh at me... The nurse and the interns walked me right through the middle of the room, and I knew everyone turned to stare at me as my hard cock led me helplessly past them. A young Indian professional women, in a business skirt, got the profile of my bulging crotch passing right by her. A middle-aged woman with curly white hair and a cross around her neck looked straight at my dick as I walked past. My cheeks were burning. My cock was so slippery, it was rubbing against my tight boxers with every step I took. I worried I might cum just from that -- cum in my pants right there in the middle of the waiting room! Shit, were the interns enjoying this? Were they embarrassing me for having embarrassed them? Or were they showing me off to everyone, showing the rest of the women the giant hardon they'd given the poor horny guy? Look how hard we made him. Look at what we did! Goddamn. The nurse unlocked the door at the far end of the waiting room and we walked in. I was confused at first. This was a room for female examination, wasn't it? They closed the door and ordered me to take off my clothes -- all of them this time -- which I did of course. My prick, still just as hard, sticking out horizontally and swinging back and forth. Then they helped me climb up onto the examining table and... put my feet in the stirrups. This didn't make sense, I wasn't a woman, why would they do this? The nurse looked at her watch. Nobody said anything. All three of them looked at me sitting there completely naked. I guess they were waiting for my cock to calm down. A minute went by. Did I lose my hardon? With these three fully clothed women standing around looking at me, spread wide open for them, my stiff cock on display for them? I think I got even harder. "Very well," said the nurse finally, "since our patient's erection has not subsided, I will continue the stimulation of the penis," said the nurse, and fixed her eyes on mine. This time she took her cool, gloved hand and just gently petted my poor hard dick. Just soft caresses, sometimes just her fingers running up and down me. For some reason this felt even better than the firm, fast jacking she'd done before. I was so horny! I was sure I was about to cum! If she would just jack my dick like she'd been doing before! "You," she said to one with the hard nipples. "Put on fresh gloves, stand here between his legs, and apply plenty of lubrication to his anus." Oh shit, what the fuck. "And you," to the other one, the one who even now still looked a little annoyed. "You are going to provide him with stimulation too. Please stand to his side and open your blouse again." The little blonde bimbo grimaced. She didn't like me. But the silly college girl did what the nurse said. Once again she gave me a full view of her gorgeous tits. So fucking hot. The nurse kept up her slow petting of my hot, engorged cock. This girl was standing so close. I could reach up and take her big soft boob in my hand -- squeeze her creamy white boob, pinch her pink little nipple -- "And," said the nurse, "you will lower your panties, lift your skirt, and place his hand on your vulva." "Nurse!" she gasped. "Do as I say! Other patients are waiting!" I was so stunned as I watched this sexy college girl pull her panties down to her knees that I almost didn't pay attention as the other girl lubed up my butt and started pressing a finger up against me. "Uhh," I said -- she was hurting my butt -- but I was distracted by the girl next to me, who took my hand in her two warm, tender hands, and guided it under her skirt to the warmest, hottest, hairiest, softest skin I'd ever felt. My breath got short. One knuckle pushed into my asshole. Fuck. That felt... weird. This girl's lab coat had fallen over my wrist and I couldn't see. But I carefully pushed my bare fingers up into the nest of her curly hair, then pushed up against the puffy, soft lips of this ditzy little blonde's vagina. Her mouth was a line and her narrowed eyes were focused on the far wall. She was being calm and professional. A good intern. Like she was trying to ignore the naked man in front of her. Ignore the way she was holding her blouse open and exposing her big sexy boobs to me. Ignore her panties wadded at her knees. And ignore my fingers slowly, gently, probing her plump, hairy pussy. The other girl was kneeling between my legs. I gritted my teeth as her finger kept pushing, and pushed through my asshole. The girl's skinny little finger slowly slid all the way up my butt. The nurse kept stroking my cock with just her fingers. So horny. She gave a command. The girl fingering my butt started playing with my balls too. Fuck. I looked down at this girl's blonde hair. She was sliding her gloved finger in and out of my ass, fucking me nice and gentle. Fucking me like I was a virgin girl. Teasing my balls like a toy. The nurse was looking at me with a small satisfied smile as she cradled my prick. She made a loose fist and slid it up and down, barely touching, tantalizing me with the weak ghost of the hard jacking she'd done before. Fuck. She was teasing me too. She knew she'd won. I could feel the cum rising in me. That finger in my ass was probing it loose. Fucking me. So gentle, I let my guard down. Coaxing me into liking it. Oh God. The humiliation. This old woman and little tease were going to make me shoot my cum by barely touching me. This little brat to my side -- I wanted her so bad. Wanted to fuck her so bad. But I was just a crazy patient to her. She was staring at the wall, waiting me out until I came and she could leave. She wasn't turned-on. She was bored. She glanced down at herself and flicked a tiny piece of lint off the side of her naked breast. Her body swayed. Her boobs swayed. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to be her boyfriend. But she went back to staring at the wall, lips pursed, holding her blouse open with that annoyed look on her beautiful, cold face. I wasn't her boyfriend. But I could at least feel her pussy in my hand. I cupped her crotch and gave it a light squeeze. I wanted to slide a finger up inside her and feel the hot pressure of her tight vagina, but she wasn't the least bit wet and I didn't want to hurt her. I let my fingers cup her hairy pussy lips, as well as I could, squeezing my hand between her closed legs. I only pressed with my middle finger, and only slid it lengthwise, sliding between those fat little girl-lips. Gently wiggled it into the soft fleshy crevice of her pinched-shut vulva, feeling the length of her slit nestling my finger. Barely even moist. Her tight little fuck-hole was right at my fingertip. I could feel it. I could feel the spot her boyfriend pushes his dick into after he plays with her tits and gets her all horny. Yeah, it takes a while for this prissy little girl to get worked up, but I bet he turns her into a wet little slut all right. I knew she'd start begging for it once he lubed up this dry little canyon of hers, I bet she can't help it, she probably gets so wet she turns into a horny begging little whore -- fuck! I let out a weak cry as everything started to crash over me at once. The reaming my ass was getting, the slippery mess the nurse had made of my cock, the teasing on my aching balls, those big college-girl tits hanging just out of reach, and the heat and softness of this bratty girl's bratty little pussy. It was happening. No -- oh God -- it was happening -- whether I wanted it or not -- I couldn't help it -- they were in control -- The nurse started to give long, fast, firm strokes. Oh fuck! I tensed and my cock finally took over. The cum swelled in my balls, in my guts. The cum pressure built in my cock-head, the urgent swell at the tip. Cum swelled just inside the little pee-hole that this nurse's pumping fist kept squeezing shut and pulling open. She was saying something medical, but I didn't hear. I moaned loud. "Ohhhhh!" No hiding it now. They knew. My butt kept squeezing the finger that the lovely young girl was probing and sliding up in me. My whole body going tense. The cum rising -- I was going to remember this -- the humiliation. Tears leaking from my eyes. Her hands invading my butt, stroking my balls, stop it, it feels so good, dammit, fucking me, oh God, so good, my cock, my ass. Oh God! The first shocks of my orgasm banged through me. My whole body froze and quaked. Like a dream, I felt the girl to my side. My shaking middle finger in her hot, dry slit. Her face, disgusted. I couldn't go to heaven, but I could touch its gate, that tender, hot flesh -- the fat, hairy lips cradling my finger. Need to fuck her -- can't fuck her -- Oh, God, oh please. Can't stop it! "Ahhh!" My cock, my big slick boner. Starting to cum! Yes -- I hadn't noticed the door opening. The tour guide had already led the five med student girls into the room before she turned around to see me. Their confused faces... I yelled -- "Ahhhhhh!" -- exploding, helpless, clenched ass impaled, stiff prick pushing into the nurse's pounding fist. All the students turned to look at me -- and the door was open and the whole waiting room turned to look right at my naked spread crotch -- as my hard, angry cock arced the first loop of semen high into the air.