And There You Have It!

Part One

Several years ago I was working as a waiter at a small restaurant in an upscale neighborhood near Charleston, South Carolina. It was a nice place with great ambiance and excellent “Low Country” cuisine, but for reasons unbeknownst to anyone, including the proprietor, the eatery was rarely very busy. It has since closed and been replaced by a Mexican restaurant which has taken off like gangbusters. Go figure.

The guy I worked for, Alan, is a great guy, and we remain friends to this day. He has since moved on to bigger and better things, as have I, but I will always remember my tenure there with fondness. One particular incident there changed my life.

Alan’s then-girlfriend Jill worked part-time nights at the restaurant as sort of a hostess/bartender/cashier; basically whatever he needed her to do. During the day, she went to nursing school. She already had a degree in psychiatric nursing, but she really wanted to become a Nurse Practitioner. Apparently there are different skills one must posses in order to be an “NP”, as she called it, and although she had an excellent working knowledge of her field, she still had to take this particular training in order to be certified.

Jill really worked her tail off, both at the restaurant and in school. We used to sit and talk for hours about our lives, dreams and goals, and actually became very close. Her classmates would often come down to the restaurant to have a few drinks at the bar, and turned out to be a very fun, close-knit bunch.

One night, when the restaurant was absolutely dead, Jill and I were sitting at the bar chatting, as we often did, and she commented to me that she and the rest of her class were having trouble with one of their courses. Trying to be helpful and supportive, I asked her if it was the teacher, the material, the equipment, etcetera, so on, and so forth. I came to find out the problem was simply that they had no “patients” to practice their lessons on.

“What do you mean?” I asked her, confused.

“As is the case at most nursing schools, we all practice our techniques on each other. We all examine each other, run tests on each other, and perform procedures on each other,” she explained.

“So what’s the problem?” I questioned.

“Well,” she began, “the problem is there are no male students in the class, and in order to pass the physical examination portion of the course, we have to demonstrate that we can examine a male patient head-to-toe,” she explained.

“Don’t you have mannequins or something that you can practice on?” I asked curiously.

“Yes, of course we do, but it’s not the same. We need the real thing!” she exclaimed exasperated.

“Well, what about Alan?” I thought out loud. “Why don’t you just practice on him?”

“I have, a little,” she informed me, “but he’s very reluctant, and besides, that may help me, but it’s not going to do the rest of the class any good. Trying to find volunteers is hopeless,” she sighed.

“So what are you going to do?” I asked.

“I don’t know!” she pouted.

With that, some customers came in and I was off to get their drink orders. Several days passed, Jill and I had our usual evening chats at the bar, and I honestly never gave our conversation of that night any more thought. The following Friday night Jill and her classmates came in and were drinking at the bar. I overheard bits and pieces of their conversation as I was running back and forth to my tables, and caught that they were discussing the same problem Jill and I had been talking about several days earlier. It seems they were all genuinely concerned that they would fail this particular course on History and Physical Examination if they didn’t have a live male patient to practice their skills on.

I’m sure that by now, everyone reading this thinks they know where this is going. Don’t be so sure! I only wish I had known where it was going at the time!

The girls all stayed very late, drinking and lamenting, long after the restaurant had closed. I was busy cleaning up and doing my side-work, until finally, I was able to have a drink. Alan was great about letting the waitstaff chill out at the bar after a busy night, once the restaurant was locked up, so I poured myself a strong one and we all just sat there, relaxing. Suddenly, one of Jill’s classmates suggested that I might volunteer to be their “patient.”

Well, let me tell you, the can had been opened and there were worms everywhere!

I laughed the idea off, thinking “as if!” but then Jill turned to me and in all seriousness said “Oh Mark, would you?”

Stunned by the suggestion, and shocked that Jill would even consider the idea, I mustered up enough indignation to blow her out the door. “Hell no!” I protested. “Not in a million years!”

“Why not?” she asked innocently.

“Because……., I don’t…….., we all know each other too well, and I don’t want to be your guinea pig!” I shot back in disbelief.

“Come on Mark, it will all be very professional,” Jill prodded me.

“Not a chance!” I said firmly.

“What if we paid you?” she pushed persistently.

“Jill, there isn’t enough money in the world! Listen, if the shoe was on the other foot, would any one of you let me and eleven of my buddies give you a pelvic exam?” I questioned them, confident of their response.

The group became silent, and just as I had become convinced that the conversation was over, one of Jill’s classmates piped up and said, “What if we do?”

“What if you do what?” I asked her, having no earthly idea what she was talking about.

“What if one of us let’s you do a pelvic exam on her, in exchange for you being our “patient?”

Let me tell you, Carrie was a beautiful, petite redhead, and frankly, the thought of seeing her naked wasn’t entirely lost on me, but still, there were several other very attractive women in the class, and I wasn’t about to go through the humiliation of being poked and prodded by all 12 of these ladies for the sake of a cheap thrill.

“Are you insane?” I asked her snidely. “I can’t do a pelvic exam. I don’t know the first thing about gynecology. I’m liable to hurt someone!”

“Well, if you agree to let all of us examine you until we are comfortable and confident enough to pass our test, you can pick one of us, and we’ll show you how to do a pelvic. Do we all agree ladies?” she asked her sisters as she looked around the bar.

The women all just sort of looked at each other in disbelief. “Ladies, do you want to pass this course or not?” Carrie demanded. After the women had finished discussing the idea amongst themselves, and having dispensed with their contemplation, under the breath comments, whispering, giggling, and so on, it was agreed.

I sat on my bar stool in shock and horror. I honestly hadn’t expected any of them to agree to this ridiculous notion, much less all of them, but I sat corrected. “How the hell am I going to get out of this?” I asked myself.

I had to think fast. “Well, while that is an enticing offer, the answer is still no. I’m sure you can find some geek on campus to be your lab rat,” I suggested hopefully.

“How about if we pay you and let you do a pelvic?” Jill begged.

“Th, thi, this is ridiculous!” I stammered. “Are you all serious? Are you really that desperate?” I asked, feeling a little sorry for them. “I mean, we all know each other. We’ve all sat here at this very bar and talked about everything under the sun! I’ve even asked a few of you out! I am no stranger to any one of you. Are you telling me that you would all submit to this most embarrassing situation, and allow me to see and touch your most private and personal body parts?”

“Yes!” they all shouted in unison.

“Oh man, I don’t know……….. I just…..”

“Please Mark, please,” Jill interrupted. “I swear it will be so totally professional, you’ll think you’re at MUSC,” she said excitedly, trying to calm my fears at the same time.

With that, I’d had enough, and thought I’d better put an end to the whole foolish idea.

“Jill, can I talk to you alone for a minute?” I pleaded.

I took Jill into the kitchen, sat her on a counter and asked her point blank if she truly wanted this. It wasn’t that I was reluctant to help her and her friends out, it was just…….. jeez, she was asking me to expose myself to all these women, whom I knew very well, and some of whom I was, very frankly, extremely attracted to! They would all be looking at and touching my manhood, over and over until they each got it right. I was getting lightheaded just thinking about the complete, utter embarrassment and humiliation!

“And what about Alan,?” I asked her. “What is he going to say about you examining one of his friends like that?”

“I’ll tell you exactly what he’ll say,” she said knowingly. “Better him than me!”

“Perfect,” I thought, losing hope.

Just then, I had a brilliant idea. I knew exactly how I was going to get out of this.

“What is Alan going to say about me giving you a pelvic exam?” I asked, confident that would be the end of the conversation.

“You wouldn’t dare pick me!” Jill fired back.

“Oh yeah I would sweety,” I informed her with a wink. “I’d love to see your trophy!”

Jill took a deep breath, let out a gush of air and said, “Well, if that’s what it takes, that’s what it takes. Alan will have to deal with it.”

“I don’t believe you!” I shot back.

“I mean it,” she stated firmly.

“Shit!” I thought. “What the hell do I have to do here? There’s no way out of this.”

Of course, I was much more interested in seeing the fiery little redhead Carrie naked than Jill, but in any case, my plan had backfired.

“Listen Jill, I’m really just worried that………, well, you know……., there are some really nice looking women in your class. I’m just afraid……..”

“Is that what this is about?” she chuckled. “You’re worried about getting an erection?”

Jill laughed and told me that was one of the many things a mannequin couldn’t do, and that if I did get an erection, none of the women would say a word. She informed me that was a normal reaction to the exam, and that none of them would think anything of it. They were professionals after all!

“Bullshit,” I thought. I could just picture them all sitting around, talking about me, laughing at my shortcomings!

But somehow her words and demeanor eased my mind, as they always did, and I reluctantly agreed, under one condition. If I allowed all of them to examine me, I would get to “examine” all of them. Not one, but all.

After all, “what’s good for the gander is good for the goose,” I told her. I didn’t care about the money, turnabout is fair play. They would all have to agree to let me give each and every one of them a “pelvic exam.” Of course, I had absolutely no idea what the hell a pelvic exam actually entailed, but I did know I would, at the very least, be gazing upon some incredibly fine examples of young womanhood, up close and personal.

I told Jill I had to go, and instructed her to talk it over with the rest of the women and to let me know the next night. “All twelve of you. Non negotiable,” I reinforced my stand. I slipped out the back door, believing that would finally be the end of this preposterous notion, and leaving my fate in their hands, drove home.

Part Two

I don’t know who, what, when, where, how or why, but much to my dismay, Jill and all eleven of her classmates agreed to my demand. I was shocked and horrified! I absolutely could not believe my ears. Hell, I was terrified. “But!” Jill added, “there are a few conditions,” she went on, handing me a list.

I took the list from her and in disbelief, glanced over it.

All of the pelvic exams will be performed with at least two other women present. Absolutely no visual or physical contact with our breasts will be permitted. Rectums are off limits. And finally, all of your fun must be completed in one day. If one or more of us are having our periods on that particular day, too bad. No rain checks.

“What are the odds that all twelve of them would be having their periods at the same time?” I wondered to myself. “And how would I know if they were telling the truth?” I wasn’t taking any chances! So, I wrote down a counter offer:

Rain or shine! I do all twelve exams, on all twelve women, menstrual or not!

After some initial disgust by a few of the girls, they all reluctantly agreed. “My god, they must be desperate,” I thought to myself. Again, I felt a little sorry for them, having to resort to all this just to pass a class. But alas, I had to do my part before I would have the opportunity to gaze upon the naked wealth of loveliness which stared at me from their bar stools. I really wasn’t looking forward to my part of the deal, but we all shook hands, and I was instructed to be at the college the following Monday morning.

I arrived as scheduled and nervously entered the classroom. I was amazed. It really looked like a hospital! They had all the equipment, and it even smelled like a hospital! Jill and Carrie greeted me at the door and ushered me in. They directed me to one of the “examination rooms” and instructed me to remove all my clothes and put on the gown that had been left on the table for me. “Well, here goes,” I thought.

I took my clothes off, put the big paper towel-like thing on, and hopped up on the exam table. A few short minutes later, Jill and Carrie returned with two of the other students. Of course, I knew all of them from the bar, so no introductions were necessary.

“Trisha and Elaine are going to go first if that’s OK with you,” Jill informed me.

“I don’t really care, let’s just get this over with shall we?” I replied. Of course I was a nervous wreck. I’m sure I could feel my organ shrinking, as if to hide from the impending assault somewhere deep inside my body.

“Sounds good to us,” Jill and Carrie replied, as they left the room.

Elaine was a beautiful, petite, blonde, blue eyed teenager. She couldn’t have been more than 18. Trisha was a little too Asian for my taste, but not bad looking in the least. In fact, I was looking forward to checking out her womanhood. Since the only thing they needed help with was the male genital exam, I was spared the rest of it, and Elaine went right for the gusto. She instructed me to stand on the floor with my feet spread to shoulder width. She then instructed me to lift up my gown as she pulled a stool out from under a table top desk and sat down directly in front of me. She wasted no time, immediately taking hold of my penis and palpating my shaft. She noted to Trisha that I hadn’t been circumcised, and proceeded to retract my foreskin and squeeze the head of my naked penis, opening my urethra, and checking it for discharge.

Elaine then began to examine my scrotum and testicles. The room was very comfortably warm, so my testicles were hanging low in my scrotum. I watched as she pulled my scrotum, stretching it out, and as I had feared, I felt my penis twitch. An erection was inevitable. Elaine held my member out of the way with one hand, and gingerly examined my testicles and spermatic cords with the other. She was working her way up into my inguinal canal, when I realized I had become fully aroused in her hand. Elaine seemed undaunted, although Trisha seemed to be blushing. I made a lame attempt to apologize, but Elaine just blew it off, just as Jill had said they all would. Elaine continued her examination, and satisfied with the apparent health of my genitals, and her own skill, had me turn around and bend over the table. Of course I knew what was coming, so I did as instructed and just instinctively spread my butt cheeks open for her. Elaine seemed relieved that she didn’t have to give me the command, and again, wasted no time, lubricating her finger and sliding it into my rectum. I felt her finger pressing on something inside me. “Wow, what a rush!” I thought to myself. “I’ve never felt anything like that.” I asked her what she was doing, at which point she explained that she was examining my prostate. I told her that if she continued to do so, I might ejaculate.

That was apparently precisely what she wanted. Elaine instructed Trisha to retrieve a cup from the counter and place it over the head of my penis. Trisha returned with the cup, took my erect shaft in her hand and directed the head of my penis down into the cup, simultaneously retracting my foreskin. Elaine continued her ministrations to my prostate, and as predicted, I quickly ejaculated. I was humiliated, but both Trisha and Elaine seemed pleased with the results.

“What was that all about?” I asked as I turned back around and rearranged the gown to cover myself.

“Hey, a girl never knows when she’s going to have to get a semen sample,” Elaine replied matter-of-factly. “It’s just part of the drill.”

Next, it was Trisha’s turn. She grabbed the stool, sat down directly in front of me, and the whole procedure started all over. Since I had just ejaculated, there was, thankfully, no erection this time. I’d swear Trisha was a little disappointed by this, but hey, what could I do? It’s not like I can just turn it on and off with the flick of a switch. She went about her business, and after removing her finger from my rectum, told me we were done. Thankfully I was given about 30 minutes to rest before the next two students came in.

“Oh shit!” I gulped.

It was Carrie and Jill. I was especially not looking forward to exposing my manhood to these cuties, particularly to Carrie, whom I had a major crush on. But, a deal is a deal, and I would soon be having my fun with her. It was a little awkward at first, but Jill was able to comfort me quickly, and proceeded with the exam. I was expecting the same routine as before, but Jill and Carrie had something else in mind.

“OK, let’s get started,” she began. “I need you to go ahead and hop up on the table and lay back.”

She guided me back on the table with her hand, and I could hear Carrie doing something with some equipment at the end of the table.

“Now, I need you to put your feet in the stirrups, and I’ll slide you down into place,” Jill continued.

“Stirrups? I thought stirrups were used for female exams,” I protested.

“Stirrups are used for many things, silly,” Carrie informed me.

So there I was, feet in the stirrups, being guided into the lithotomy position, legs spread wide open, and my package completely exposed to my two pretty female friends.

“OK ladies, I am officially completely humiliated now, are you happy?” I joked.

“Don’t be silly Marky Mark, you don’t have anything we haven’t seen a hundred times before, and besides, you’ll get your chance with each of us soon enough. We just wanted you to experience first hand, what a woman goes through during a pelvic examination. We want you to understand how being so completely naked and exposed feels. So, perhaps you will be a bit merciful when you’ve got us in the stirrups, and remember to protect our modesty,” Jill explained.

“Fair enough,” I replied.

Carrie then took her position on the stool at the end of the table and began her examination of my genitals. I normally wouldn’t have thought it possible, but apparently enough time had passed that, much to my embarrassment, I was able to achieve another erection.

“Oh great, sorry about that,” I apologized.

“Don’t worry about it,” Carrie soothed me. “We’ve all seen that before too,” she added.

Carrie examined my penis, scrotum, testicles, and cords just as both Elaine and Trisha had. Albeit in a totally different position, but nonetheless, the examination itself was exactly the same. In fact, the word “textbook” comes to mind. Carrie then lubricated her finger and once again my rectum was suddenly filled. Carrie too began massaging my prostate while Jill went to the counter and got another cup.

“Jeez, it’s like deja vu, all over again,” I laughed nervously.

“This is just great,” I thought to myself. “I’m going to shoot another load, right in front of these two red hot chili peppers!”

In order to get their sample quickly, Jill had to “help me along” as she put it, and began lightly stroking my painfully erect shaft. At this point I was basically completely nude on the table. The gown had been pulled up, exposing my abdomen and genitals and barely covered me from my neck to mid chest. I could feel the occasional blast of cool air blowing across my nipples, so I knew it wasn’t covering much of anything at all.

Jill’s ministrations to my penis were quickly rewarded as I began to ejaculate into the cup she was holding over the head of my shaft with her free hand. Carrie remarked how incredible it was that she could see my scrotum shrink just before my orgasm, pulling my testicles up closer to my body, and feel everything happening from inside my rectum; specifically the muscle spasms as my body somehow propelled my sperm from my testicles, mixed it with the semen in my prostate, and blasted it through my urethra and out the tip of my organ.

Carrie withdrew her finger from inside me, and wiped the excess lubricant from my anus as Jill took her position on the stool. Jill quickly began her examination of my genitals as Carrie looked on. I was mortified!

This went on four more times over the next three hours or so. Sometimes I was standing, sometimes I was placed in the stirrups, and one pair of girls even had me in the knee-chest position! That was really, really humiliating! I ejaculated six times that day, once for each set of women. Of course, by the last pair, I doubt if any semen even came out, but I did have an orgasm of sorts. Finally it was all over, and I was instructed to get dressed. I was miserable. My ass hole was on fire, my prostate was sore, my penis felt like it had been rubbed raw, and I had been naked and exposed for so long, it actually felt strange to have clothes on!

“So, are you ready for your turn?” Jill asked just as I was preparing to say goodbye and get the hell out of there.

“Now?” I asked in disbelief. “Today?”

“Well yes,” Jill responded stoically. “We’re all here, we’re all ready, willing and able, and frankly, we’d all like to get it over with,” she explained.

“Well what fun is that going to be?” I thought to myself. “I don’t think I could possibly get aroused at this point. I’m exhausted, humiliated, and frankly I’m not sure that I ever want to see any of these women ever again!” Even if I could have, I don’t think my organ could have survived another erection. And let’s face it, the underlying sexual implications of giving those girls a pelvic exam was what I was really there for in the first place.

Those girls were smart. They knew exactly what they were doing. They knew perfectly well what was going through my mind, and to extinguish any sexual pleasure I might have derived from doing the exams, they had quite literally drained me of any sexual desire or interest. My prostate, penis and testicles ached just thinking about it.

“Can’t I get a rain check ladies?” I begged.

“Nope,” Jill stated sternly. “It’s now or never kiddo. Besides, this may be the last time we’re all here together, so now is your chance. Who do you want to do first?”

Part Three

Beaten at my own game, and half out of spite, I chose Jill as my first “patient.” Jill very nonchalantly walked into the examination room and began removing her clothes behind the screen. Once she had been placed in the lithotomy position, I was escorted into the room by my two chaperones, and guided into place between Jill’s legs at the end of the table. There she was! Gorgeous! Feet in the stirrups, legs spread wide open, the very essence of her femininity completely exposed to me. “Alan would absolutely kill me if he could see this,” I thought. I stood there for a moment, staring blankly at the incredible site before my eyes. Yes, I froze. “This can’t be happening,” I thought. “Am I actually staring at Jill’s pussy?” In spite of myself, and in my weakened condition, all I could do was ask; “What do I do now?”

Carrie and Elaine chuckled at my awkwardness and lack of knowledge, but they did show me what to do. I may not have been getting the kicks I had hoped for out of the experience, but I wasn’t about to let any of them off the hook! Especially Jill! If nothing else, I would always have the images of each of these very lovely young women with their legs spread, feet in stirrups, completely exposed to me, in my mind. Not to mention the scents, and the incredible sensation of sliding my fingers up inside them. I could easily masturbate for the rest of my life to the memories of this one day.

I sat down on the stool, and after inspecting Jill’s beautiful labia and clitoris, I gently spread her lips open and inserted the speculum into her vagina. Elaine helped me rotate and position the device, and opened it up. I looked inside and saw Jill’s cervix. “Damnit!” I thought, “this should be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done or seen! I should be creaming my jeans right now! Instead, all I’ve got is a sore dick and ass hole!”

I passed on doing the pap smear on Jill, as I didn’t want to hurt her, but the experience was really quite interesting just the same. After removing the speculum, Elaine helped me lubricate my gloved fingers, and again separated Jill’s labia. I then slid my fingers into her vagina. That much I knew how to do! Carrie then guided my hand onto Jill’s abdomen and tried to explain what I was feeling as I pushed down on her belly while moving my fingers around inside her.

“Fascinating!” I thought out loud. “No kidding, that’s really her ovary?” I asked. It really was fascinating! I completed my exam, and withdrew my fingers from Jill’s womanhood. Per our arrangement, her rectum was off limits, but Jill offered to let me examine hers anyway, since I had become so genuinely interested in the whole procedure. I was handed a clean glove by Elaine, who then lubricated the same two fingers I had just had inside Jill’s vagina.

“Youch!” I exclaimed. “You want me to put both fingers up her butt?” I questioned Elaine, alarmed.

“No, no. Oh god no!” Elaine quickly corrected me. “First, you slide this one into her rectum, then after you’ve examined that, you slide this one back into her vagina. That way you can examine the walls between the two,” she instructed.

“Neat!” I blurted out, sounding pitifully like Jerry Mathers as “The Beaver.”

“Wow, you’re really getting the hang of this!” Carrie complimented me.

“Yeah, I guess so,” I puffed up proudly. I then removed my fingers, cleaned up her vulva with some tissue, pulled off the glove and announced that Jill’s exam was complete. The two chaperones helped her get her legs out of the stirrups, sit up, and hop down off the table.

“Who would you like to examine next?” Jill asked as she stepped behind the screen to change.

“Well, Elaine’s right here,” I suggested.

“Elaine, are you ready to go?” Jill questioned the pretty blonde.

“Might as well,” she replied.

With that, Elaine grabbed a gown and stepped behind the screen with Jill. She began undressing as Jill finished up. Carrie, Jill and I chatted about what had just taken place while we were waiting for Elaine to undress. Shortly thereafter, Elaine appeared from behind the screen and quickly walked over to the table. I watched intently as Jill and Carrie got Elaine into position for the examination, and wasted no time taking my place between her legs.

“Wow, now that’s interesting!” I blurted out loud. Elaine was completely shaved, and had a pierced clitoral hood, and a butterfly tattoo on the left side of her mons.

“You’d be surprised at some of the things we see!” they agreed in stereo.

Indeed I was. Each exam had it’s own unique quality, and each woman had her own unique vulva. A few of the girls let me do rectal exams, three were having their periods, a number of them got a little aroused during their exams, and one let me do a breast exam!

One by one, each took her turn in the stirrups, and one by one I gained the most intimate knowledge of their bodies anyone could possibly have. It was an extraordinary feeling. It was like somehow, and in some strange way, we would all be bonded forever. We knew more about each other’s bodies than our parents, present and past lovers, hell, anyone. Each and every one of them knew every aspect of my maleness. They had all examined my penis. They had all examined my testicles. They had all been inside me. They had all seen me erect, and they had all seen me ejaculate. And I had been inside all of them. It was incredible.

By the time the last “patient” was ready, my manhood had forgotten about the events of earlier that day, and was really starting to twitch. I hadn’t planned it consciously, but I had saved the best for last. It was Carrie’s turn, and I couldn’t wait to see that little bombshell in the buff.

A few of us had taken a quick break for a late lunch, and when I returned, Jill rushed me into the room for the last exam. When I walked in, Carrie was already in position. “That’s interesting,” I thought. She had no gown on. She had nothing at all on! She was stark naked. My heart began pounding as I slowly walked toward the end of the table, and I could feel my cock start to press against my pants. “What’s going on here?” I wondered. I was doing my best to ignore her nudity, but I found myself trying to cop a good peek at her naked breasts. Of course, I didn’t dare adjust my erection. If they had any idea that I had gotten some of my spunk back, they would have stopped the whole thing right then and there.

I took my position between Carrie’s legs, and there it was. Oh my god! It was even better than I had imagined. She had a perfectly trimmed bush, and the sweetest, most beautiful pussy I’d ever seen! I looked up at her and caught an eyeful of her gorgeous breasts. She was stunning! Perfect breasts, perfect pink nipples and areolas; I was going to make this one last as long as I possibly could. I sat down on the stool between her legs and began the examination. I gently touched the inside of her thigh to warn her I was about to start, then began inspecting her labia. They were so pink, and she smelled so good, I wanted to bury my face in her crotch. I wanted to taste that sweet little snatch. Shit, who am I kidding? I wanted to fuck her right then and there!

I hadn’t realized it but I was by now sporting a very noticeable, full blown erection. Neither had I realized that the two chaperones were gone.

“Where is everyone?” I asked, suddenly suspicious.

“I think you can handle it on your own,” Carrie stated bluntly.

I shrugged and nervously went back to the task at hand. I noticed immediately that her labia had opened up slightly on their own, and that she was quite moist. Her lips glistened in the bright light. As I went to reach for the speculum, Carrie spoke up. “You don’t need that, do you?” she asked with a curious smirk on her face.

“What do you mean?” I asked her, dumbly.

“Oh my, is this going where I think it’s going?” I asked, suddenly realizing the obvious. I was in complete and total shock. My luck doesn’t run like this! “Had this whole thing been a setup? Or was this just an afterthought?” I wondered. “This is the icing on the cake!” I blurted out excitedly.

“No, we’ll do that one next time,” Carrie corrected me seductively.

With that, she began playing with her tits; pulling and squeezing her nipples. Not needing to be hit over the head, I undid my pants and slid them off. I had a huge erection. I took my position back on the stool and did exactly what I had just seconds before daydreamt about. I gently began to lick up and down her labia. She was soaking wet. I lapped at her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure up and down her spine. I spent an absolute eternity between her legs, tasting every centimeter of her womanhood, inside and out, and lapping up her juices.

She finally begged me to fuck her. “How can I leave a damsel in distress?” I said jokingly. I obliged her. I couldn’t believe how long I was able to last, but I guess having been drained practically dry, earlier that day, was a blessing in disguise. We must have fucked for an hour. Fairly early on I got her legs out of the stirrups. We fucked with me on top, we fucked with her on top, we fucked doggy style, we fucked every which way.

We were both moaning and groaning, sweating like pigs, until I finally couldn’t hold it any longer. I don’t know how many orgasms she had; she claims she lost track, but she was pleading with me to fill her up. Again, I don’t know if anything came out, but I unloaded into her.

We then just sort of melted into a pile of steaming, sweaty, smelly flesh on the examination table. Slowly we regained consciousness. Carrie, looking at her watch, suddenly jumped up and screamed that we had to get out of there because another class was coming in a few minutes. We quickly threw our clothes on, straightened ourselves up a bit, trying to look at least a little presentable, and headed back to my place.


That was 4 1/2 years ago, and Carrie and I have been together ever since. In fact, we’ve never spent a night apart. I had no way of knowing this woman would turn out to be so kinky, but as she says; “Women have fantasies too, you know!”

As it turned out, a few of the other girls in the class were realizing some of their fantasies that day as well, and we’ve actually gotten together with a few of them over the years. Elaine really gets off on being in control of a male patient, having him present his most precious belongings to her for her inspection, getting him aroused in her hand, and then helping him express his ejaculate; she’s just fascinated by it.

Trisha loves being naked in the stirrups. She gets off on being completely exposed and vulnerable. She is always soaking wet, and her nipples are always at attention, like little erasers, before she ever gets on the table. She was, by the way, the one who let me do the breast exam that day.

Hell, I’ve been shaved, and I’ve shaved them. I’ve gotten enemas, and given enemas in return. I’ve even been circumcised. Of course, no one wanted that favor returned, but rest assured I was compensated for my pain and suffering.

Jill was in it with us from the very beginning. I had no idea she was so kinky either, but in retrospect, she was the one who sort of arranged the whole thing, got all the other girls to agree, and took control of the day’s events. She loves any kind of anal stimulation, which explains why she was so eager to have me do a rectal exam that day. I swear to you, I’ve seen virtually every centimeter of her, inside and out. She and Alan broke up about two years ago. She dates every now and then, but Carrie and I keep her pretty busy. Let’s just say that at this point in my life, I could undoubtedly pass myself off as a gynecologist, and virtually no one would have any reason to suspect that I am not.