The CFNM Job Interview

CLICK HERE FOR CFNM VIDS & PICS OF THIS TYPE OF SCENARIO!

Waiting for more of these examinations is boring. First a lineup that reminded me of the Army. Fifty men all standing shoulder to shoulder and each one of buckass naked. Across from stunning nurses who seemed to be comparing us. They would disappear into an office giggling at our embarrasment. One time a tall brunette came out gave us a quick look and then would excuse us.

Everyday, Me and few others would be included in another group of fifty men, but everyday a few men would drop off until I noticed that I was the only left that they kept asking to come back. I didn't mind. After all, I got paid a hundred bucks for about a half hour of standing. Besides the Ad had caught my eye and I was unemployed.


*********************************
WANTED: EXCUTIVE MALE SECRETARY
Must be strong, intelligent and
able to lift over 50lbs. Open
minded men need only apply. Must
be able to take orders from female
only staff. No experience needed.
Salaried 50+k to start.
**********************************

I saw the ad, applied and took a battery of pyschological tests. Well Somehow, I lucked out and squeezed through the system and I seemed to be the only one left. I was immediately put on some type of probation doing some kind gopher job and was told I still had to see the nurse.

"Watson, come here."

Immediately I dropped the report I was working on and entered her office. Cheryl Stokes was well known for being the typical high heeled bitch and I had received more then one warning from my coworkers about working with her. Apparently she enjoyed hiring new male secretaries, use them up and discard them.

I had seen Cheryl for the first time when I was in the office, taking my physical exam. The company had thought it cheaper to hire their own nurse and even administer their own drug tests. Tha's when I saw Cheryl talking to the nurse. I couldn't hear what they were discussing but the nurse was angry with Cheryl but gave in over something. I took in her beauty as she left the nurse and sauntered over toward me.

"You are the new temp?"

Stokes had enough looks that I would've spoken to her anyway, but as being I was new, I made sure I was on my best behavior. "Yes I am."

"Yes ma'am will do."

In todays politically correct workplaces? Oh well, I didn't know her, but knew enough to start kissing ass a little early. "Oh. Yes Ma'am."

Cheryl teetered on her three inch heels. She was so tall, she really didn't need them. She seemed to be checking me out like I was a piece of meat. She extended her arm and handed me a small plastic bottle. "You need a witness for your urine test. That way." She pointed toward the door.

"Ma'am I..."

"You can call me Ms. Stokes"

"Er...but what about my witness?"

She smirked a bit. "That would be me unless you something to hide."

She pointed to the door and looked at my crotch. "By the way, Today would be nice, tiny."

GEEZ! She didn't need to include the "tiny" insult, besides I wear briefs cuz the're cheaper anyway. The tiny remark shouldn't have even bothered me anyway. I'm over six feet and kept in great shape, well ok, good shape. Okay I wasn't going to have a stroke.

"Yes Ms. Stokes."

I entered the door and saw the urinal and headed toward it. Cheryl stopped at the door. I guess she was there to make sure I didn't pull a switch or something. I turned slightly to hide myself from her, but instead I heard a click click click sound that echoed in the empty bathroom. Cheryl had sauntered over and stood right beside me as I was about to unzip.

She made eyecontact with me. "I have to make sure you don't cheat on the test."

I nodded and shrugged. Her eye contact was getting to me. Cheryl had large blue eyes that seemed to be turning me on. I felt that slight twinge and decided that if Cheryl wanted to watch, I would give her something to see. In one swift motion, I unzipped, hitched down the top of my underwear and pulled them down just below my ass cheeks.

"OH!" Cheryl's hands flew to her mouth, her eyes opened wide as and she made audible gasp. I could see her eyes travel back and forth, as she measured my endowment with her eyes. Fortunately, I have been quite blessed with a much larger then average manhood. Subtlely speaking, I have what can only be described as a big ol' dick. You know, one of those ten inchers that everyone brags about but noone has. Yup, I'm at the top of the cock scale. It hasn't gotten me too much extra pussy, but once I have managed to get laid, it's always a kick to see a how woman
greets one of the big ones.

After seeing her shock at the size of my member, I heard her mumble something under her breath. Now it was my turn for a little fun.

"Something wrong, Ms. Stokes?" She said nothing. Her large blue eyes seemed hypnotized by my prick.

She regained her composure and I could sense a bit of the bitch creep back to her voice. "No...Usually employees don't get hard over a simple urine test."

"But Ms. Stokes. I'm not hard."

"Don't lie to me. It's...it's too big not be hard. I have seen a few...specimens. Some of them don't really rise, just harden. I mean... it must...er..well, if it's not hard then prove it."

I heard her but couldn't believe my ears. "Ms. Stokes, you may check for hardness if you don't...?"

Cheryl interrupted me. "At least six inches long and fat. I am sorry you have a control problem. But getting hard over a simple urine test ...I'm sorry, but you can't work here. You'd be constantly spying on or harrasing our female employees. See payroll about your severance pay." With that she turned and started clicking toward the door.

What a total bitch! "But Ms. Stokes, I...am...not...hard!"

She stopped for a second, and I could feel her rolling her eyes as she quickly walked back to me with a no nonsense look on her face. "Okay, Prove it!" She folded her arms with a look of disdain.

What could I do?

"Alright then, Ms Stokes." I directly stared into her eyes. You see, I have found that few things turn me on more then to look into a womans beautiful big eyes and Cheryl had quite a pair. They appeared larger then normal, sky blue diamonds on a sea of white. The fact that her her eyes were so large meant she had my favorite look naturally. Whenever I would look at her she always seemed to be in a state of surprise. She wasn't, but the effect was the same. My twinge grew greater and when her eyes darted down to my member again, I could feel the blood rushing in, filling my limp member as it thickened in small jerks in right in front of her face.

I could see Cheryl's breathing becoming labored. I grasped my log in my paw and starting slow grinding strokes. I would squeeze the base and make the whole thing really fat. I felt like I was ready to burst looking at Cheryl, her mouth left open in amazement. I could see her big blue eyes traveling back and forth along my schlong.

"You...you weren't lying. (whew)I...I guess."

I kept pumping myself off till I became steel rock hard. I strained my buttocks making my hardon buck and up down slightly."Ms. Stokes. Now this is my fully erect state."

I could see almost a look of surrender and fulfillment in her eyes.

"Large. Big. You have a huge one. I guess won't call you tiny anymore. How big is that...that monster" Her eyes locked on mine and a felt a gentle caress. "Geez, my hand...it won't fit around it."

"Now Ms. Stokes..."

"I know all men can't help it. You all have to measure your penis and then name it."

I have to tell you, it was quite a turn on, having this powerful womans tiny perfectly manicured hands (all bitches have perfect hands...I wonder why?) And she was right. I had measured my penis several times and knew exactly how big it was. "Yes Ms. Stokes. It's ten inches long."

"...And really fat." I looked at wonder on her face. It had just turned from one of surprise to an expression of contentment. "A ten inch dick. At last. Yes...yes you'll do quite nicely." She continued to stroke me gently. Not enough to make me blast, but enough to keep me rock hard. "...and the name."

I looked her right in the eye. "Name? I named it...Bossfucker."

She released her gentle touch, and then a smirk as she returned my stare. "You wish. I know you big dick types. Something like...like this will be perfect for blotting my lipstick and other things."

I wondered what other things she meant. But if she wanted to use my dick to wipe her mouth I sure wasn't going to stop her. I didn't have time to ask as she took the urine sample bottle from me. "Come with me."

I watched her enter the urinal, then slam the door in my face. A few seconds later, the sound of trickling pee could be heard. She presented herself a moment later with a full urine bottle. She handed me the bottle. "You passed your urine test. If you pass the second test,be here tomorrow. Be on time. Wait for the nurse."

The second test?

She swayed sexily toward the door, making the same high heeled click sounds that she made when she entered. She never bothered to look back, leaving me with a hardon and my pants bunched around my ankles.

The nurse came in almost as I putting myself back in. Her eyes darted down, got wide for a second and then she cleared her throat. "Er..um...sorry about that. Cheryl demands on checking out all male employees for ...for size."

The poor nurse. She seemed to be embarrassed by the whole situation. "For size? You mean..."

The nurse produced a second vial. "Yes. All of the men who worked for Cheryl are measured for size and volume. She says..." The nurse hesitated too embarrased to continue.

Alright. Fine. It had been an interesting morning. I got to show off my pussy stretcher to a beautiful woman. But I hadn't been allowed to cum and that pissed me off right there. Now there was to some sort of mystery? "Nurse...um, What is your name?"

The nurse seemed to be relaxed at the thought of normal conversation.

"Brooks. Barbie Brooks. Kal, I have to warn you of something. It's about Cheryl. If you haven't noticed, she is your division head and a real bitch. She goes through about one new male secretary every month and a half. She will use you and dump you with poor references."

I thought, 'hmmm, sexy female boss, use me up!' "Really Barbara, it doesn't sound too bad. I get paid for waiting on a beautiful woman, Life could be worse."

"It will be worse. You have no idea what she is like." She waited a second. "Come closer, Kal. I need a sample please."

"I already gave a urine sample."

"Um...Cheryl wants a sperm sample."

"WHAT?"

Barbara rolled her eyes as if this was something she didn't really want to say or do. "You must measure at least eight inches long and three inches around or you wouldn't have made this far. She likes to do the measuring herself. She has done this so many times, Cheryl knows how you guys like to boast your penis size and its a little hard to lie about your...dimensions when she is staring at it. She also demands that your emmisions be well above average as well." Barbara marked the halfway point on urine sample cup. "If you want to you quit now, I wouldn't blame you."

Like I'm going to give up a chance at 50 grand a year because my boss is a size queen. Right. "Nurse...Barbara, I have been walking around with a hardon for most of the morning. I need to get off anyway. Where do I go?"

"You can fill it right here."

Help? "Really Barb? And how do I do that?" I just happened to be looking right at her chest. Barbara herself wasn't bad. Though She had nothing on Cheryl. Barbara had a few features that put a passing thought in my head. She was short, I liked that. Pretty Plump, A slight roll in her belly and powerful large calves of a big cute woman. But being overweight, it appeared that all of her excess weight went into her tits.

I could see the nipples hardening through her nurses outfit.

I could tell that she knew where I was looking and what I thinking.

"Go behind the curtain in the corner, there are some magazines there."

Going behind the curtain, I saw nothing there. "Nurse, I think you've been robbed."

Barbara groaned. "Not Again!" She went on to explain that several times a week, she had to go the corner store and pick new skin mags.

This was something else she wasn't happy with. She looked up at me.

"Can't you just close your eyes and think of something?"

"Sure. Just gimme about a half hour and some hand lotion." The weirdness of the whole situation was beginning to wear off. Apparently I wasn't being hired as file clerk, but as some kinda big toy for Cheryl to use and discard. Well, I needed the money and the thought of being a sex toy wasn't all that bad.

Barb frowned. "I have other candidates in here for other jobs. I need that sample faster then that." She sighed for a second. "Watson, please undo your pants. I guess I'll just have to collect the sample."

Our eyes locked. I could see her blush. I unbuckled again and sighed myself as I released my member in front of her. I watched for the usual reaction and got it.

" No wonder...I mean...Geezus, it's..you're really big. No wonder you said a half an hour. The really big ones take longer to cum."

"Gee Nurse, do you time them too?"

"Normally, yes. But A size queen like Cheryl will keep you around for a while just because of your size. Now cum in my cup please."

"Eh?"

The look in her eyes had changed from that a medical professional to that of lusty woman to one who had thoughts concerning me. Her hands reached out and I noticed a wedding ring on her left hand.

"I said, cum for me, Kal. Fill my cup. Go ahead, stroke yourself. You know you want to cum don't you."

Her voice was nothing like a professional nurse. From where I was looking all could see was Barbara, with her cleavage threatening to burst out. All it was a pretty woman with oversized tits, begging me to cum.

What the hell?

"That's it nurse. Keep talking." I did as she asked and started to stroke myself off in long grinding pulls right in front of her face. I saw her put the cup down.

"Oh, I have to talk about such a large cock. Cum for me please. C'mon, big boy."

Her hand reached out and tried to cup my balls. "Uhnn, yea, squeeze my balls, yea geezus what a soft touch, you must have one lucky husband."

Barb stopped for just a second and continued. "If he were luckier he'd have a dick like this. I can't even hold your sack, it keeps spilling over if I use one hand. Damn, you are so big...I...Here."

With that, her soft hand joined mine. She picked up my pace and had me squirming about in her gentle caress. I could feel my nuts tightening in her hand, something that wasn't lost on her. She increased my pleasure by squeezing them just right.

"Barb.."

"I know. You're ready to cum aren't you? I can feel your sack filling in my hand. You're shifting. Getting ready to explode. Go ahead, cum."

I held back for a second. "Barb, I'm pointed right at..."

"My face? Yea, C'mon, cum on my face big boy. Cum on my face...NOW!"

I couldn't help it. Barb had pumped me expertly and I love giving facials. I threw my head back and exploded. "AAAARgh!"

The release was as always, exquisite. After my initial blasts, I looked down to survey my handiwork. Barb was smiling, a single thick shot of my jism was just across her nose and cheek. But she was holding a cup overflowing with my sperm. She had a smirk that showed she had done this many times before. "I always get my
sample." She looked at the clock. "Hmmm, only a few minutes. You'll have to do better then that. You put that kinda load on Cheryls face and you'll be gone quick. But..."

"But what?" I felt relieved but miffed that she was really watching the clock the whole time.

"Well, I said, you had to fill the cup to the halfway point. Look at this. You filled the cup so that it overflows. Damn, you even got some on my wedding ring." I looked and saw that my sperm had indeed overflowed the cup, spilled over her knuckles and soaked her hand, including her wedding ring. "Cheryl will love this report." The whole time she had been gently pumping me. She released me. "Be on time tomorrow."

I nodded. "Thanks. Thanks for everything."

Barb actually blushed. "I'd say anytime, but my husband wouldn't like it. Just remember to be on time."

I nodded again. Was she kidding? I wouldn't miss my first day on THIS job for anything.

THE END..........??????

Mom Helps Out Pt. 2

CLICK HERE FOR CFNM VIDS & PICS OF THIS TYPE OF SCENARIO!

a way to react to that.

"So, please Simon, be a good boy as you always are and show me that there is no problem. ", my mother continued.

And with that, she took my right arm and moved it to my penis. I felt like I had stepped out of my body and someone else was in charge of it. I touched my penis and I was amazed that it didn't go off right then and there.

"That's right honey, come on now, go on. You can do it. "

My mother was encouraging me to beat my meat. How crazy, but also how hot was that? Instantly all the guilty thoughts vanished from my mind. My lower head took now completely in charge of the situation.

I wrapped my fingertips around my rigid shaft and started to move my hand up and down hesitantly at first, but more confidently and determined as the pleasure increased.

As I wasn't able to wrap my fingers around my penis all the way, all I could do is grab the tip of the swollen red head and squeeze as gently as possible. Any other movement just hurt too much. Mom was making small circles with her right hand just above my waist in her effort to soothe me and make me feel relaxed. My hand and my bursting penis were sending waves of pleasure down my spine. As I wasn't able to masturbate properly, the pleasure heightened very slowly, much slower than usual. That prolonged the process and soon my legs began to tremble.

Every squeeze of my hand sent shivers down my spine and every time I had the feeling that it can't get any better than that. But the next squeeze sent me to even higher levels of pleasure. Soon I was ready to explode. The climax started to build up and I felt my balls tightening, ready to empty their fluids.

I was shaking all over now when suddenly I felt the hand of my mother going a bit lower and starting to caress – ever so gently – my right ass cheek. That pushed me over the edge. My fingertips were squeezing now like crazy. Hours later my hand would still hurt from the rough treatment I gave it but right now I didn't care even if it fell off.

I exploded with a big moan like I was waking from a nightmare. My penis jerked spastically and sent ropes of thick semen on the bathroom floor some 3 feet away from the bathtub. It was the most violent, cataclysmic orgasm I had ever experienced.

I cried out loud as I felt the immense relief. I was barely able to stand on my feet, my knees just gave in and I leaned back against the wall. My penis was dripping jism and I felt like I had spurted buckloads of sperm. I was panting almost uncontrollably from the strain and opened my eyes after what seemed like minutes to me. I realized that my mother had her gaze transfixed to my cock the whole time.

Finally she flinched like waking from a dream and moved away from me. She started cleaning the bathroom floor where my semen had landed. I was still gripping my penis and I realized that the bandages were soaking wet.

"The hell with it", I thought. I would have burned both my hands and my feet without a moment's hesitation had I known that I was going to experience something like this. My mother came to me and started to rinse my private parts. Soon I was standing out of the tub with the big towel wrapped around me. She stroked my head in a motherly fashion and asked me if everything was alright.

"Yes, it's fine mom, ... thank you."

"So, I guess we won't have any problems any more, will we? I mean, now that you saw that you could do it. :

"Sure, I mean ... I guess not."

And with that she left. All I was able to do is crawl my way to my room and collapse on my bed. I woke up hours later freezing as I was still wrapped with the wet towel. I slipped under the covers and slept until the next morning.

In the morning and the following day, everything was back to normal. I was in a particular good mood, as I felt completely relieved. Besides, I had experienced a unique experience, the orgasm of the century. Why shouldn't I feel good about it?

I felt such immense love for my mother who cared for me in all aspects, even in something so taboo as my sex health. I was so lucky that I had someone to care for me as much as mom did. I decided that I was not going to give her any more trouble. She didn't deserve that.

So, being a good boy, I tried to follow her advice. At some point in the afternoon, shortly before my bath, I went to my room, picked my favorite porn magazine from the closet and took off my clothes. I didn't bother locking my door or even pretending that I was going to take a nap. Since my mother knew what I was doing and approved it, why hide it?

My penis was soon standing semi-hard and I started massaging it with my fingertips. It was nice but not nearly as good as yesterday. Somehow it wasn't enough to get me off. The pictures in the magazine did not seem to help even in the slightest to heighten my arousal. I was desperate. I threw the magazine away and concentrated on squeezing the fat penis head. It was useless. Soon my hand was beginning to ache and the pain erased any pleasure I was getting from it.

"Oh, my God!" I thought. "What am I going to do? I can't appear in front of mother with a hard-on again. She will think that I am doing it on purpose. She will think that I am a pervert." Still, I knew I didn't have any other choice. But then, I suddenly had a great idea.

I was going to let my mother wash me all over again. I was going to make her somehow to take special care of my ass to heighten my arousal and as soon as the bathing was over I would run to my room and jerk-off.

Now I couldn't wait for our ritual to start. I went naked from my room to the bathroom and called my mother. I asked her to get on with the bath if she didn't mind. I noticed that she looked at my – yet again – engorged penis more openly this time, but she made no comments.

Then at some point, while she was washing my hair, she asked me:

"Everything OK with ... what we talked about yesterday?"

"Oh, sure, don't worry. I have everything under control", I replied.

"It doesn't seem to me that way", she said ironically.

"Oh, well, it's OK. I will take care of it later. Right after our bath."

"You seem to enjoy the bath, aren't you Simon?"

"Well, yes. I guess it calms me down. It's better than a massage."

My mother was now washing my back with long, soothing strokes of the sponge. I was really enjoying it. She moved her hand lower and started lathering my butt. I was in heaven and couldn't wait for the sponge to find its way between my cheeks. I leaned against the wall and folded my knees bending much further down than usual, pushing my ass towards her. My puckered asshole was totally exposed to my mom's gaze and knowing
this made me even hornier. She took her time, lathering my crack and squeezing the sponge. She moved it up and down several times, each time stopping and pushing forward when it came in contact with my asshole. I couldn't help a moan escape my lips.

"Is everything OK Simon?" my mom asked.

"Sure, mom", I answered short-breathed, "it's just so ... relaxing ...".

"I'm glad you like it", she said and it was the first time I noticed a hint of cunningness in her voice.

She moved her hand even lower and soaped my balls from underneath. The feeling was so exhilarating that I wanted to grab my penis and rip it off. I was at the verge of exploding. No wonder I couldn't get off earlier. My penis knew what it was doing. Why miss all this fun?

My mother continued washing my legs and asked me to turn around. It was the first time I was sweating while having a bath and I really thought about asking her to stop until I got some relief in the privacy of my room. But of course I wasn't so bold with her yet.

So, I turned around displaying my massive hard-on. I sincerely had never seen my penis bigger or fatter. It was literally throbbing with the veins pulsating under the soft skin. My heart was beating like crazy.

My mom washed my chest and belly and then she stopped.

"Simon, I think you'd better first take care of ... that. Or, you might poke my eye out if we're not careful."

"Eh, mom, ... I was going to ... do it afterwards. I mean later. "

"Never mind, you can do it now. Besides, I am not over with you yet. Unless of course ... you don't you want to do it in front of me", she said.

What was I going to say to that? If I said yes, I'd to spoil the chance I had to masturbate before her again. And if I said no and did it, she would think I was a pervert!

"Well ... no ... I don't mind, but ..." I mumbled.

"Well, come on then", she said. "Do it honey."

I didn't need any more encouragement. Slowly I grabbed the tip of the swollen head with my fingertips and started squeezing. Although I felt even hornier than the last time, after my mom's tender ass lathering, I discovered with wonder that I wouldn't cum so fast as the other day. I squeezed faster in order to finish off and get it over with, but the climax was building up very slowly this time. Instinctively I looked around searching for a visual aid.

I didn't have to look far. My mom was standing about one foot away from me to the left and was gazing at my masturbating hand like mesmerized. Her face and skin looked damp but I didn't know whether it was perspiration or the water droplets from the bathing. She was breathing more heavily than usual as she was looking at my pulsating cock. I lowered my gaze until it fell on her voluptuous cleavage. Her ample breasts were squeezed together in the tight cotton shirt she was wearing and created an incredible effect. My eyes feasted on this wonderful sight making my hand rub my penis even faster. Her tits looked like two ripe melons ready to be plucked and sucked. Part of the shirt was moist and I could make out an even larger flash area underneath it than it was visible from the top. I could almost see more than half of each tit. She was wearing a bra but it must have been an old one because more flesh
was spilling outside of it than contained in it.

I was in heaven and about to cum at any moment. Suddenly my mom took her gaze off my penis, and noticed that I was ogling her bust. Slowly – almost carelessly – she pulled her shirt a little bit to the side showing me an even larger part of her breasts. That was it. The fact that she was now practically offering me a partial view of her tits made me cum hard. I shot my sperm out of the tub making a mess of the bathroom floor – again. I kept squeezing my dick so hard that I soon had
to stop from the pain my injured hand was giving me. My penis was still jerking however unloading yet more loads of the white fluid.

Once again I moaned with relief not taking my eyes off my mother's body. When the last drop of cum had been squeezed out of me, I finally stopped my hand movement. If it could be possible, the orgasm was even more intense than the previous day. I would have collapsed in the tub had my mother not grabbed my arm.

"Wow, watch out honey. We can't have you breaking anything else now."

"It's ... OK mom. I am OK ..."

"Are you sure? You sure look exhausted."

"No ... I'm really OK. That was the most ... wonderful thing ... ever."

"I am glad for you my boy", she said and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. "Come on now, let's finish off here and go have a nice cup of coffee."

Later that evening, as I was lying in my bed, I couldn't help getting the sight of my mother's breasts out of my mind. Has she really pulled her shirt to the side so I can take a better look, or did I dream of that? What did that mean? And more importantly, how far could that go?

I really didn't know what to expect on the next day. Was this to become a routine as well? Should I take initiative and just do it again in front of her? Or was it over?

The only thing I knew is that I didn't want it to end here.

At five sharp, mom called me from the bathroom. I hadn't bothered trying to masturbate again today. I was totally fixated on our afternoon tryst that lay ahead.

I stripped in my room, put the clothes in the laundry basket and walked naked to the bathroom. My penis was strangely only semi-hard when I entered. However once I saw my mom in the bathroom it became instantly rock hard. Today she wore a tank top and a pair of old jeans shorts. The top was a couple of sizes too small for her. Her luscious tits were barely confined by its elastic material and were literally bursting out, exposing large masses of cleavage. She hadn't bothered wearing a bra and her big nipples were clearly outlined beneath the soft fabric. I had never seen a sexier bust live – only in movies and pictures. To me it looked like a nymph of Botticeli, like a Rubens' s muse.

I noticed, that as my eyes shamelessly fell on her heavenly decolletage, hers fell on my erect penis and she involuntarily cracked a small, mischievous smile.

I stepped in the tub and my mother approached me.

"Simon, I was thinking, do you want perhaps today to ... first get it over with so we can have it out of our way? Or do you prefer to wait to the end?"

Did she mean what I thought she meant?

"Oh, you know ... it's alright mom. I think ... I will wait."

Yeeeh! So, it's going to happen again! I couldn't help smiling the whole time she was washing my hair.

"So, you prefer to have me wash you first", mom asked.

"Yes, I think so", I replied. "It's so relaxing. You do it very nice."

My hair was soon done and it was time to continue with the sponge. However I realized that it was nowhere to be found. Instead, my mother picked up her own washcloth that used in the bathroom. It was something that looked like a kitchen mitten to me and always found it awkward to wash with.

As soon as she started lathering my neck and shoulders it dawned to me why my mother was so fond of it. That was not washing. That was a sensual massage she was giving me. I could feel her hand inside the cloth caressing my skin. The soapsuds between my body and her hand had a soft, silky feel to them. Her touch was gentle but firm making me get goose bumps all over my body.

Slowly she went lower and lower and soon her hand was on my butt. Needless to say, that I was now holding my breath from the excitement. She started lathering my left ass cheek with long soft strokes. She then moved to the right one all the time kneading my ass with her hand inside the mitten. I could make out her fingertips sometimes scratching gently my skin, giving me a sweet prickle that made my hair stand and my penis want to burst.

Then, without warning she put her hand between my butt cheeks. Her hand was deep in my crack, lathering and caressing, stroking and massaging. I was of course in heaven.

"I think it's better with the washcloth, don't you think honey?", my
mother asked. "It really cleans much better than the sponge."

"Hmmm", I nodded eagerly.

I was paralyzed from the unbelievable stimulation that I had just felt and only slowly did I manage to stand up straight again. I remember that I thought to myself that this is how people get heart attacks. Well, it was worth it.

I turned around pushing out my hips to display my raging manhood to my mother. I wanted her to see what she had caused. The fat purple head was throbbing and was begging to be relieved.

"Oh, my!" my mother gasped, opening her eyes wide. "I think it's much ... worse today than usual."

"Hmm", I grunted, trying to swallow the – by now - familiar watermelon
that was stuck in my throat.

"So, what are you waiting for? Do it!" she said biting her lower lip.

This time I didn't hesitate a fraction of a second. I grabbed my penis feverishly and started squeezing like a madman. I felt instantly a warm sensation overwhelming me as my fingertips quickened their pace.

I shamelessly fixated my gaze on the twin hills of tender flesh that were spilling from my mother's top. Her nipples have gone bigger and were standing out, stretching the thin material to its limits. My mother saw my hungry look which devoured this wonderful sight and decided to take it further. She passed her hand on her breasts gently caressing them. When I saw two of her fingers diving underneath the top towards the nipple of her left tit, I felt a jolt of electricity. She slowly grabbed the hem of the top and started lowering it.

Inch by inch her tits were coming now into full, unobstructed view. I grabbed my penis firmly using the whole of my hand, not caring about the pain that was causing me and started pounding. First the top part of the pink areolas was revealed to me and then the large, pointed, aroused nipples. I now had my mother's beautiful tits naked in front of me. The view was awesome. Her tits were round but not too heavy and sagging just a tad, enough to make them seem sexier. My mom weighed them in her hands
and then brushed her fingers over her hardened nipples.

That sent me over the edge and once again I experienced a shaking orgasm. I shot my load out of the tub and I think that one of the ropes landed on my mom's naked belly, between the tank top and her shorts.

Once I was finished and panting, barely able to stand straight once again, my mother covered herself and resumed my bathing. As soon as she finished she kissed me on the cheek and left.

I was still half out of breath and headed to my room. I couldn't help noticing that mom always left the bathroom in quite a hurry as soon as she finished rinsing me. I remembered what she had told me the first time I masturbated in front of her and I thought that maybe this whole situation was arousing for her too. I wondered what she might be doing in her room right now...

I was tempted to try to take a peek but I was also afraid to ruin the wonderful thing that was going on by making something stupid. So, I decided to leave it at that.

For the next couple of days, I was living in a 18-year-old's dream. Every afternoon I got to jerk off in my mother's presence, while she showed me her naked tits. I couldn't get enough of this beautiful sight and every time I came hard with a moan.

My mother seemed to enjoy this little tryst of ours too. I started noticing that her nipples, while normal sized under her top when I entered the bathroom, became much larger as she started washing me. She used to breathe heavier once I started masturbating and once or twice I saw her passing her tongue over her lips, while eyeing my engorged cock. Moreover she had begun to massage and knead her tits boldly during our last sessions. I especially loved the way she pinched her nipples while cupping her breasts.

Then one day the inevitable happened. My hands were healed. The doctor marveled at the remarkably fast recovery but I only cursed my bad luck. My mother was in a particularly good mood when we returned from the doctor's office but I was bumped. No more bathing sessions, no more sensual butt washing with the washcloth, no more jerking off.

The next day it was my first day in school after almost two weeks. Under different circumstances I would be overjoyed to see my friends again, hang out with them and go out of the house uninhibited by my bandaged hands. Now, however, I was deeply depressed and not in the mood to see or talk to anybody.

My mother was out when I returned from school that afternoon. I had lunch and went straight to my room to take a nap. I was seeing a very bad dream that involved a strange pervert man and my mother when a voice awakened me:


"Simon, wake up honey. It's mom."

I half opened my eyes and managed to make out the dark silhouette of my mother standing at the door of my dimly lit room.

"Mom? Is that you? Are you back?"

"Yes, I'm back. I'm sorry to wake you, I just wanted to tell you that I am going out again in the evening with Sophie and her husband, so if you don't mind we should start your bath a little earlier today. "

Did I hear what I jut heard? Was I still dreaming?

"Oh, I see", I replied without wanting to ask for clarification. "Yes, sure, no problem."

As soon as my mother closed the door behind her I stood up and stripped in no time. Mom was already in the bathroom. I walked in, took a look at her and froze. My mouth opened in awe.

Mom was wearing a flimsy, sexy baby-doll/nigthie kind of thing (I still don't know how these things, that show more than they hide and make infatuous promises, are called), made of pale pink satin or silk and obviously no bra underneath. Her nipples seemed already hard and pointed as they outlined the airy fabric. The ensemble reached to her mid thigh making a wonderful showcase for her beautiful legs. On her feet, I was delighted to see, she had high heel slippers on with a small tuft on
top– something that I've always found very erotic for some reason.

I tried to breathe or swallow but both seemed impossible tasks at the time. I felt my blood rushing to my member, which became hard so quickly, that its tip hit my lower belly. I didn't know what would happen that evening. I did know however, that no matter what happened, it was something that I would never forget for the rest of my life.

THE END

Mom Helps Out Pt. 1

CLICK HERE FOR CFNM VIDS & PICS OF THIS TYPE OF SCENARIO!

It happened during my senior year in high school, shortly after my 18th birthday.

I've always been shy around women and of course I was still a virgin. As a matter of fact, I had never been in more than a couple of dates in my whole adolescent life and they all have ended in near disasters. That meant of course that the only naked female flesh that I ever saw live was clad in swimsuit at the beach in the summer or in the public swimming pool, where I used to go in the winter. And believe me, that is not enough for a hormone loaded young man. I had of course watched my – generous – share of porn videos, read tons of magazines, etc. but I was eager to experience the real thing. What I want to say is, that I was always desperately horny, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.

At that time (early 80's), I was living with my mother. My parents got divorced when I was 5 years old. I never had a very good relationship with my father. Instead, I grew up to be what they call mama's boy.

My mother, - at that time in the age of 42 - was a pretty woman; dark hair, about 5' 6" tall, slightly overweight, but with a very good curvy figure – for her age. She has always been rather conservative, both in her choice of clothes as well as in her social life. She had a couple of close female friends, she used to go out with for coffee, shopping, etc. but I had never seen her going out with a man. I guess that she was too afraid to let another man in her life after the bad experience with my
father.

As you can understand we were very close. My mother was also my friend, my father and my older sister, the person I would go to for any problem I might had. I knew that she would take care of me no matter what.

It was late October, when I went to a grill party a friend of mine from
school had organized during the absence of his parents. As we had the
whole house to ourselves for almost a whole weekend, it is rather
amazing that we didn't burn it down completely. However I did manage to
burn both my hands badly, when, after a couple of beers, I thought that
I could carry burning coal with my bear hands. Both my palms were
bandaged when my mother and I returned home that Sunday evening from the
hospital. Only four of my fingers on each hand were not restrained by
the bandage. I looked much like a boxer before he puts on his gloves.

As soon as we got home, I received a major scolding from my mother for
my "irresponsible and reckless" behavior. I was impossible to live with,
I caused her nothing but sorrow and I would be the death of her. On top
of that I would stay illiterate (as I would miss two weeks of school),
and end up being a plumber's assistant - at best. I was not in
particular pain due to the painkillers I was administered earlier, but
the words of my mother ached more. She was right. She did everything she
could to raise me properly and I went and did a stupid thing like that.
I was heartbroken and loaded with guilt.

On the next morning I realized with dismay that the problems had just
begun. I was barely able to go alone to the bathroom to pee (I think
that the first time I had to open my zipper with my teeth), managed
somehow to pull through number 2 without any severe losses (in decency),
but I was totally helpless when it came to taking a shower or bath. I
was not even able to grip the sponge (let alone the soap), but even if I
could, I was not supposed to, as the bandages had to remain dry. Once I
realized that, I called my mother to the bathroom.

"What is it, Simon?", she answered.

"Mom, I really don't know how I am supposed to have a shower. I mean we
could put plastic bags in my hands, but then I will not be able to grip
anything. How am I going to wash my hair and ... myself?"

"Do you see now why you must be careful and responsible at all times? Do
you see how a second of negligence can lead to problems you couldn't
possible have ever imagined?"

"Mom, you are not helping here. I told you already a hundred times that
I am sorry and that it will never happen again. Now, can you help me or
do I have to stay dirty for the next two weeks?"

"Well, I can wash your hair for you if you kneel in front of the tub,
but I really don't know about the rest of your body. I mean, wouldn't it
embarrass you to have me washing you ... naked? "

"What? This is out of the question! I can't get naked in front of you.
You are my mother!"

"Do you think you were born with your clothes on young man? I have seen
you naked more times that you have seen yourself. Anyway, the more I
think about it, the more I believe that this is the only way. "

"Mom, there's got to be another way. I'm not taking my clothes off in
front of you."

"I understand, and believe me it is not pleasant for me either. But
there is no way you stay like that for the next two weeks. Besides, the
embarrassment will be another lesson for your irresponsibility. Imagine
what will happen if your friends found out that you are being washed by
your mom like a baby ..."

"No, mom, please don't let them find out. I won't be able to go back to
school if that happens. Mom, promise me!"

"Ok, Ok, I won't say anything. However now you have to be mature about
this and let me help you with your bath. Come on, take your clothes off. "

I told her to go out and that I would call her as soon as I was ready.
It seemed to me that she was calmer now and that she might be finding
the whole idea amusing. Perhaps it reminded her of the time I was a baby
and she used to wash me every day. Of course I felt terrible that I had
to endure this humiliation, like I was some invalid who couldn't help
himself - which I was of course, I just didn't want to admit it.

I took off my clothes as careful as I could and climbed into the
bathtub. I had wrapped towels around my injured hands so that the
bandages would not get wet. I turned around facing the wall (so my
mother would not get to see my front when she entered) and I was ready
to call my mother when suddenly it dawned me: I was about to stand naked
in front of another person. In front of a woman. My penis flinched
slightly at the thought of that as images of movies and pictures flooded
my mind, picturing hot sex scenes that took places in bathrooms.

But what was I thinking? Not a hot girl would step through the door, but
my very own mother! And there was nothing sexual about was she was going
to do. She was just going to help me take a shower because I was helpless.

These thoughts gave me the courage to try and face the situation more
maturely. However my cock had a mind of its own and simply refused to
obey. On the contrary, it started to rise to the occasion. I stood there
for more than 10 minutes figuring what to do. I couldn't possibly let my
mom see me with a hard-on!

"Simon, what are you doing? Is there a problem? ", my mother asked from
behind the door.

"It's alright mom, just a minute. "

"Well, I'm coming in, I haven't got all day. "

I instinctively put my hands before my semi-hard penis and turned my
back to the door.

My mother walked right to the bathtub and without taking even a look at
me, let the water running, adjusting the temperature. I was momentarily
relieved that she was taking this so matter-of–factly and I started to
feel that there would be no problem. She was my mother for God's sake,
it was expected from her to take care of her son, under all circumstances.

My mother took the sponge and applied soap on it. Then she started
soaping my neck and shoulders, in a – as it seemed to me – very
professional manner. I was starting to feel at ease. This wasn't so
hard! The dirty thoughts were gone and I was already feeling more
comfortable. In fact, it felt really good to have someone wash you.

My mom continued with my back and soon started to wash my ass. Just as I
thought that she was going to continue with my thighs and legs, she
squeezed the sponge between my ass cheeks and started to wash my crack.
I felt like I had been stung by a bee.

The attention my butt was getting from my mother was something I wasn't
used to. It felt odd but also very good. She was moving the sponge up
and down my crack for what it seemed like ages to me (in fact it was
only a couple of seconds), occasionally touching my asshole with it. I
never imagined that a touch "there" could be so stimulating. However it
seemed that it was too stimulating. I discovered with awe that my penis
was now fully erect under my towel-clad hands.

Plus, it was time to turn around.

"Come on, Simon, turn around so we can get it over with. "

I blushed and slowly turned around. Mom started to wash my feet and legs
first, slowly rising to the top. My hands were still in front of my
private parts, and the towels were completely covering the view.

"Come on, Simon, take your hands from there. I have to wash you all
over. Besides, it's nothing I haven't seen a thousand times when you
were growing up."

I removed my hands, with my eyes firmly shut, my face purple red. I felt
the sponge washing the inside of my thighs, then my balls and then
passing quickly over my engorged penis. My mother did not say anything.

And then it was over. She let the water running and started to rinse the
soap from my body. She held my arm and turned me around, she even pushed
my back down a little bit so she could let the water run in my ass
crack. In no time at all, she was ready. She wrapped a towel around me
and helped my out of the bathtub.

"Can you do it on your own now? ", she asked.

"Of course mom, ... eeeh ... thank you, mom", I managed to whisper.

My mom disappeared and I was left alone in the bathroom. I felt so happy
that this embarrassing moment was over and that it was not such a big
deal after all. My mom did not seem to mind that I had a hard-on. In
fact she didn't even seem to register it. I guess that she considered it
natural – especially for someone my age.

I was so happy that everything was back to normal and I was confident
that there would no problem with the showering from now on. I had
nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about!

The showering soon became a routine. My mother would call me every
afternoon around five to get ready. I would strip - in fact I didn't
mind doing it in front of her any more - and then climb to the bathtub.
She always started with my back paying this wonderful attention to my
ass and then did my front. By the time I turned around, my penis was
erect of course, but I didn't mind any more. One or two times I noticed
that she looked at it but she never said anything or seemed to be
bothered by it.

Needless to say that, ever since the accident, I was in a state of
constant arousal. The reason of course was that I couldn't masturbate.
The 4 fingertips that were protruding from the bandages from each hand
could not provide enough grip for me to rub my – "only" 6" long but
pretty thick for its size - penis effectively. I couldn't jerk off, no
matter what I tried. I even tried to lie on my stomach and rub it
between my body and the bed, but it just didn't work. It was nice for a
while but there was no way I could cum this way.

And to make matters worse, I used to get a huge boner every time I
thought about the bathing routine. The fact that I was naked in front of
a woman – even if it was my mother – was very arousing. And on top of
that, she got to see my cock fully erect and throbbing. I have been
displaying my erection to her and somehow that was sending my hormones
sky high. Of course I knew that it was wrong to think of my mother or
the situation that way. She was only trying to help and I was – in a way
– taking advantage of that, using her good deed as fuel for my
fantasies. I felt terrible every time I had these nasty thoughts, but
not being able to relieve myself, they kept coming back.

Then on the following Saturday, it was time again for my daily shower. A
week had passed since the accident and I had started to have a better
feel in my hands. However I didn't say anything to mom, because by that
time I lived for the 30 minutes that I got to be naked in front of her.
It was the peak of my day. Hell, it was the peak of my sex life until then.

So, I went to the bathroom, stripped and waited for her. I was already
horny and spurting a massive erection. Soon my mom arrived and let the
water running. She used to wear an old tight-neck sweater every time she
bathed me, but today she was wearing an old cotton shirt, which showed a
bit of her cleavage. Needless to say that that just made matters worse
for my already throbbing penis.

I pretended to fold my clothes, while I was actually trying to stall the
whole process. It made me even hornier to walk around the bathroom butt
naked. I felt so adult so mature, but also so naughty.

Mom finally urged me to the bathtub and started washing me allover. She
did my back and as she moved to my ass, I bend a little, leaning against
the wall to give her easier access to my butt. The first time she had
bathed me I had clenched my ass cheeks so tight that she had to force
the sponge between them. However now I was totally letting myself go,
pushing my ass outward to make it easier for her. She moved the sponge
down my crack and I felt again the electrifying brush on my asshole. It
felt so good and my penis got even harder.

Now, it was time to wash my front. I turned around feeling a bit dizzy
from the horniness and the warm water on me. This time mom was kneeling
closer to the tub than usual and I nearly touched her with my penis as I
turned. She startled but didn't say anything at the point. I was beyond
embarrassment by then and I think I may have been subconsciously trying
to touch her with my aching member.

She was standing now, washing my shoulders, when she asked me:

"Say, Simon, what is going on? "

"What do you mean mom? "

"What is the ... problem? "

"The problem with what? "

"Are you OK? Do you feel well these days? "

"Sure, I mean my hands hurt less now and ..."

"I don't mean physically, I mean psychologically. Are you OK? "

"Oh, I see. Yes, I guess I am fine. "

"Nothing out of the ordinary then? "

"No, I wouldn't think so. Why do you ask? "

"Well, ... I don't know how I should say this because I don't want to
hurt your feelings or embarrass you, but I noticed during these few days
that we are doing ... this, that you get ... well. ... pretty excited.

"Exc ....?" , I managed to say and then it hit me.

She was talking about my erection of course! I blushed immediately and
wished to be anywhere else but there. So, it was NOT normal! So, she HAD
noticed! And the worst of all, it DID bother her!!!

"Mom... I ... eeh ... ", I mumbled but she hushed me.

"Listen, you don't have to feel bad about it. I totally understand. It
is natural for a boy your age to be in that state. Especially when
someone else is touching you, even your mother. I don't mind at all, nor
is it something I haven't seen before. It just ..., I mean ... it must
be pretty hard for you to be like this, isn't it? "

"Yeah, it is ... I mean it's not like I ... it ... is always like this,
but when it is, ... it is. "

"So, I assume that you weren't able to ... you know... relieve yourself
ever since the accident? "

WHAT? My mother knew that I was masturbating? A panic wave hit me and I
suddenly felt I was not getting enough air. My face went the darkest of
red you could ever imagine and I couldn't utter a word.

My mom sensed that and she tried to calm me.

"Come on, it's not such a big deal. It is perfectly natural. Everybody
does it and I would be very concerned if you weren't. "

"But ... how ... " I blurted.

"How do I know about that? Oh, come on my boy, I wasn't born yesterday
you know. A mother just knows. "

Of course, I thought; cum stains on my underwear, maybe she found one or
two magazines stashed in my closet or even a video in the VCR.

I felt so ashamed but to my amazement my erection still refused to subside.

"Well? ", mom asked.

"Well what? ", I replied.

"Are you able to ... do that ... now? "

"Oh, ... eh, not really ... I mean no ... I don't think I can. "

"And you are ... like that all the time? It must be horrible. I mean,
isn't that a problem for you? "

"Sure, I mean ... well, it's not all the time, but yeah it is a problem
... I guess. "

I still wasn't able to express myself coherently.

"Have you tried? "

What? She's going into details now? When will this torture end? You have
to picture this: I am standing in the bathtub naked, with my rigid penis
only inches away from my mother's face who's washing my legs, discussing
with her my masturbation habits. It has to be a dream. But is it a bad one?

"Mom! I don't feel very comfortable talking to you about that! "

"Of course you don't. Who else are you going to talk about it then?
Isn't that a problem? Don't you have to do something to fix it? So,
answer me, have you tried ... recently?"

"Yes, I've tried but my hands, you know ... I can't do it. "

"You don't have enough grip, right? Show me your hand. "

She was done washing now and it was time for me to step out, but mom
didn't move. I showed her my right hand (which I had nicknamed Mary
because it was the affectionate one – if you know what I mean) with the
four fingers protruding from the white bandage.

"Can you curl them? "

"What? "

"Can you curl your fingers? Here, wrap them around my finger. "

She pointed her right index finger to me. I grabbed it like mesmerized,
all the time thinking that this was the most surreal moment of my entire
life.

I managed to wrap my fingers around hers and hold it tight.

"There, you see. I think that you can do it after all. Is that your ...
good hand? "

"Yes, but ..."

"No, buts. Come on try it out. "

I was beyond shame now so I decided to go all the way. I started to move
my fingertips up and down her finger imitating the masturbation movement.

"Not my finger silly", she said. "Do it properly. Come on, give it a try."

She took her finger away and for a moment I didn't know what she wanted
me to do.

"Ok, mom, I will try ... later sometime. You know it's not such a big
deal. It's gonna be Ok. "

"I mean now, Simon. Now. What's the matter with you? I have to make sure
that everything it's OK. "

I didn't believe my ears. She must be kidding. There was absolutely no
possible way in the whole wide world that I was going not even as much
as touch my penis in front of my mother. No, no, forget about it!

My mother must have read my thoughts somehow. I was ready to jump out of
the bathtub and run away, when the tone of her voice changed completely.
Up until now she was talking to me in a strict yet concerned tone,
reminding me of the time when I was sick and she was telling me to take
my medicine and not be such a baby about it.

She approached me from the side, put her hand around my waist - my naked
waist! - and almost whispered in my ear:

"Simon, my boy, I know this is difficult, I know that this is
embarrassing, but we have to make absolutely sure that everything is OK
with you. I don't want this accident to have any kind of consequences on
your life or mine. It's totally natural and you have to feel good about
it. Doesn't it feel good when you do it?"

Her right hand was slowly caressing my waist and her left was leaning
against my left shoulder. I wanted to reply but I had a knot in my
throat as big as a watermelon.

"Yyy...hm, yes, ... it does feel good ..."

"So, if it feels good there is nothing wrong with it then. Everybody
does it. Even women do it, you know. Hell, even I do it sometimes.'

I felt like I was hit with a hammer. A fresh new load of blood rushed to
my penis and I really thought I was going to explode. My mother,
masturbating? My mother? MY mother?

I stood there motionless and speechless trying to figure out a way to
react to that.

to be continued....

SEE PICS AND VIDS LIKE THIS HERE!

Nicholas' CFNM Doctor Adventure

Nicholas Taylor hadn’t been to visit his doctor in over two years, but when he began to notice
that his testicles were larger and heavier than normal he began to become concerned.

Reluctantly, he set up an appointment for 3:00 PM on a Thursday afternoon. By the time Thursday
morning rolled around, his balls were twice their normal size, about the size of two plums.

His normal doctor, Dr. Hart, was no longer a member of the health clinic covered by his insurance
so he agreed to switch to his replacement, Dr. Vasquez.

Nicholas arrived at the waiting room about 15 minutes early, giving him plenty of time to browse a
copy of Car and Driver that he found in the lobby magazine.

The receptionist slid a glass partition to one side and told Nicholas "Dr. Vasquez will see you
now."

The receptionist let him down a hallway and to an examination room where he was instructed to wait
for Dr. Vasquez.

Dr. Vasquez, as it turned out was a beautiful Latino woman in her mid thirties. She had wavy black
hair, warm brown eyes and most notably, two large breasts pushed together, forming a deep line of
cleavage in the front of her crisp white uniform.

"Hello Mr. Taylor, I am Dr. Vasquez", she greeted him and extended her hand. While shaking her
hand, Nicholas had a difficult time keeping eye contact with her, his distracted by her breasts, and
tried pitifully to not stare at them.

"Please take off your shirt and let me take a listen to your heart", she instructed. As he
unbuttoned and removed his shirt he noticed the Doctor admiring his physique. He was not an overly
muscular man, but he made a point to work out as often as possible and kept his body fit and lean.

She warmed the stethoscope in her hand before placing the metal end to his chest. "Sounds good,
now hold out your arm and let me take your blood pressure."

She wrapped the cuff around his biceps and inflated it. While her eyes were diverted, Nicholas ran
his eyes up and down the curves of her lean body, she was a knockout, he thought, firm round ass,
thin waist and those huge tits! He gaze was lost in the deep valley of the flesh that plunged
into the deep V of her neckline.

"105 over 70, looks like your in fine shape" she explained. "What seems to be the trouble?"

Slightly embarrassed, and not prepared to be explaining his condition to a female, he hesitated
and then replied, "It's my testicles, they have been swelling for the past two weeks".

"Any discomfort, tenderness or difficulty during urination?"

"No, I feel perfectly normal"

"Let's have a look, shall we? Please take off your shorts and underwear."

"All the way off?"

"Mr. Taylor, I am a doctor, I promise that this wouldn’t be the first time to see a male patient
in the nude."

Nicholas did as he was instructed. After disrobing, he stood in front of the doctor completely
naked.

She looked at his body from top to bottom and smiled, "You are quite blessed," she said.

"Excuse me?"

"With a large penis, I mean." replied the doctor. She pulled a chair in front of him and sat down,
putting her face right in front of his penis. "I don't think I've ever seen one quite as big as
yours" she said as she reached out and held his large organ with one hand and lifted it up so that
she could get a better look at his testes.

Although he desperately tried to not let it happen, Nicholas felt his penis begin to stiffen in
her small hands. With her other hand she began to manipulate his balls, first one and then the other
occasionally asking if what she was doing caused any discomfort.

"Any pain when I do this?"

"Actually," he admitted. "It feels just fine." His erection began to grow as she fondled his
genitals.

She looked up at him and smiled. "Seems like you are responding quite normally to my stimulus,
that's a good sign" she tightened her fingers around his shaft and gave it a good squeeze. His penis,
now almost fully erect pulsed in her grasp. "Does it hurt when I squeeze it like that?" She
asked.

"No, it feels nice, actually"

"Very good. Have you had any difficulty during sex, any problems ejaculating?" She was stroking
his now fully erect penis rubbing her thumb on the sensitive area on the underside of the head.

"Honestly I'm not sure, my girlfriend and I broke up, so I haven’t had sex in about three weeks"


She released his organ. It was very stiff and pointed straight at her face; she admired its size
and estimated it to be about 10 and a half inches long.

"Aha" the doctor said. "That's more than likely the problem."

"What is?"

"What has probably happened is that you have gone for several weeks without ejaculation and the
buildup of semen has caused your testicles to swell to their current size." She diagnosed. "All you
need is to climax a few times and you should be as good as new."

"I see."

"If it's OK with you, I’d like to collect a sperm sample so that the lab can run a few test."
The Doctor said matter-of-factly.

"It's just a precaution, just to make sure that it's not something serious". She reassured him.

Just then there was a knock on the door. "Pardon me for just a moment", the Doctor said and stood
up to see who was knocking.

Nicholas could see in to the hallway that a group of about seven or eight young women (probably in
their late teens) were gathered and in listening to the conversation between Dr. Vasquez and a
woman dressed in a nurse’s uniform.

One of the young ladies caught a glimpse of Nicholas standing in the middle of the examination
room, his still-hard penis standing at attention. The girl began to giggle and nudged the girl
standing next to her; her friend's jaw dropped open when she saw the size of Nicholas' member. "Oh my
god," she whispered.

Nicholas tried to listen to what the two women were saying, but couldn’t make much of it out.
Their conversation paused, and he heard Dr. Vasquez say, "It sounds fine with me, let me check with
my patient". She walked toward him, leaving the door wide open, giving the group in the hallway a
full view of his naked body.

"This is a class of college freshman nursing students who are taking a tour of our clinic. The
nurse leading the tour has asked if it would be OK for them to observe the rest of my examination."
The doctor explained.

"Would you mind letting them watch? It would mean a lot to the girls." She glanced back towards
the hallway to the small crowd, now gawking and snickering. "I think a few of them are quite
impressed with what they see."

"You mean, let them watch while I give you a sperm sample?"

"You won't have to do a thing but stand there like a soldier, I'll do all the work, I promise" The
Doctor said in a very reassuring tone.

"I guess there's no harm in it." Nicholas replied.

"Great! I'll let them in."

One by one, the young female students filed into the room forming into a semi-circle around the
nude patient. They were all smiling and pointing at the naked man in front of them. The nurse closed
the door behind them.

Nicholas began to blush; his penis began to soften. It now pointed down at about a 45-degree angle
towards the floor. He couldn’t remember being quite this embarrassed before. As it became more
flaccid, the girls stared and giggled.

"OK ladies, that's enough - remember that nudity is commonplace to professionals in the medical
field," The nurse said in a stern tone. "If you can't keep your composure, I'll have to ask you to
wait outside"

"Thank you, nurse." Dr. Vasquez remarked. "My name is Celeste Vasquez, I am a Doctor specializing
in urology. The patient in front of you is Nicholas Taylor and has been kind enough to allow your
class to observe what is normally a very private examination. I'm sure he would appreciate your
most professional behavior"

I have diagnosed Mr. Taylor with a unusually large buildup of sperm in his testicles." She
announced. "In order to make sure that there is nothing seriously wrong with him, I am going to collect a
sample of semen from his penis, which we will send to the lab for testing."

"In order to collect the sample I will first need to lubricate the penis and masturbate it until
he ejaculates into this specimen cup." She held out a glass about the size of a jelly jar so that
everyone in the room could see it. "Because it has been a while since Mr. Taylor has climaxed, I am
anticipating a large quantity of ejaculate. Normally a specimen jar this large is not required,
but we won't take any chances."

"Are there any questions, so far?" The nurse asked

A rather petite oriental girl hesitantly raised her hand. When the nurse acknowledged her she
asked: "I have never seen a penis this large before, is it supposed to be that big, I mean, compared
to an average man's?"

Dr. Vasquez replied, "Excellent question. The average is about six-and-half inches long, Mr.
Taylor's penis is considerably larger than that, although I’m not sure by how much." She looked up at
Nicolas and asked with a smile, "Would it be OK if we measured you?"

"By all means. Do anything you want." he replied

"Very well then," she looked at the oriental girl, "What is your name young lady?"

"Jasmine"

"Would you like to do the honors, Jasmine?" she asked as she held out a tape measure.

"If it's alright." She looked for confirmation from the nurse, who nodded. She took the tape and
walked over to stand in front of Nicholas. His penis was beginning to pulse as the thought of being
measured exited him.

The student nurse knelt down in front of him. She placed one end of the tape at the base of the
shaft and extended the tape until it reached the tip of the head. His penis was mostly soft, but it
was beginning to stiffen. "It's growing!" the student exclaimed. "It's about 8 and a half, no
nine, wait a minute, make that ten."

Nicholas' penis continued to lengthen, as it became increasingly more erect. Dr. Vasquez placed
her index finger on the base of the organ and tapped it gently: "Wrap your fingers around the base
right here". The young student did as she was told. "Now make a tight fist and pull the penis
towards you a few times."

The oriental girl looked up at Nicholas, "Is it OK with you Mr. Taylor?"

"You’d better do as the good doctor asks." Nicholas replied.

The student wrapped her tiny fingers around the base and slowly began massaging his shaft. "His
penis is getting even bigger!" she announced.

When Dr. Vasquez was convinced that it was as erect as it could get, she instructed the student to
take her measurement again.

"Eleven and...one quarter" The Asian student reported. "Almost twice as big as the average one,
right Dr. Vasquez?"

"Excellent, Jasmine, you may return to your place with the group, thank you." The Doctor said.

Take a good look ladies," Dr Vasquez announced, "It is very unlikely that you will see a more
beautiful specimen of the male penis. Notice how it gently bobs up and down in perfect time with his
heartbeat? If you wanted to, you could check his heart rate from across the room."

A few of the students giggled at the Doctors' remark.

Now that the patient is fully erect, the next step is to lubricate and begin masturbating the
penis." Dr. Vasquez explained. "Some of you may have boyfriends, and have done this before, but for
the benefit of those who have not, I will demonstrate the proper techniques, explaining what I am
doing as I go. As she said this she pulled open a sliding drawer and pulled out a large tube of KY
jelly. "I find that water based petroleum jellies like this one, seem to work the best". She
pointed the tube at the head of the organ, and squeezed as she applied a generous portion from the tip
to the base. "Always use a liberal amount, it makes your job easier and it feels good to the
recipient. Most men like a variety of strokes. You can move yours hands quickly like this... or squeeze
the penis tightly with both hands and stroke the entire length of it this way." The Doctor
demonstrated both methods. Nicholas closed his eyes and tilted his head back. "The best advice I can give
to each of you is to talk to your patient and make sure that what you are doing is bringing him
pleasure."

While holding the penis in both hands, she began stroking him with a twisting motion, each hand
moving in a different direction. "How does this feel?" she asked. Nicholas opened his eyes so that
he could watch what the gorgeous Doctor was doing to his penis. His knees began to shake and he
managed to let a few words escape. "...Oh god that feels GREAT!"

Dr. Vasquez squeezed another generous portion of lubricant in to her hands and continued stoking
his large member. She changed her cadence several times, alternated from a one- to a two-handed
grip, and added more lubricant periodically.

The masturbation continued for about 20 minutes when Dr. Vasquez sensed that he might be
approaching ejaculation. "I want to point out that there several signs that indicate that your patient is
ready to come. First of all, you will notice that his breathing is irritate, his pulse is racing,
his abdominal muscled are flexed.

You will also feel his penis expand several times in your hands; these are the muscular
contractions that force the sperm down the shaft of the penis and out of the tip. I’ll need a volunteer".
The doctor said as she increased the speed of her penis-massage. " I need someone to hold the
specimen jar while he shoots his sperm."

Two of the girls raised their hands, A buxom redhead and a blonde with a slim build. Dr. Vasquez
chose the redhead. "It's right there on the counter, bring it here and insert his penis into the
mouth of the jar.

Nicholas began to shudder, his hips began to thrust out of his control, he sensed that his orgasm
his inevitable, this was the point of no return. "You'll probably want to hurry up with that jar,
I think I'm about to come!"

The redhead grabbed the jar and turned around to face Nicholas. She moved the jar upward towards
his penis but she wasn't quite fast enough. The first shot of sperm was a big one. It blasted from
the tip and splattered all over her right breast, causing her to shriek. Dr. Vasquez adjusted her
aim, and pointed the spasming dick towards the jar, this time she found her mark.

"There we go, a nice big load of cum" the doctor said as she watched the penis flex and squirt
thick white sperm in to the glass container. "Most men are able to complete their ejaculation in
about four big squirts, and several smaller ones, producing anywhere from one teaspoon to about one
tablespoon of semen. She continued to stroke Nicholas' penis, and it continued to spasm and spurt
thick milky fluid."

As you can see, our patient here is anything but average. He has flexed his penis and given us
about 10 big squirts, and I don't think he is near finishing, are you, Mr. Taylor?"

"Ahhhhh...not yet..oh god, there's.....there's more.... more cum!"

The jar was about a third full, and Nicholas' penis was still blasting sperm in regular squirts.
"That's a good boy," the Doctor said, " you simply had too much cum inside your balls, and we need
to make sure we get it all out."

"As your doctor, I am ordering you to cum as much as possible, Nicholas. I want to see you fill
this jar for me, will you do that?" She used her hands to milk him for everything he was worth.

"I'll try..." He mumbled. "More cum...still to shoot.. aahhhhhh!

Nicholas was losing control of his orgasm. Sperm had been spewing out of him for almost a full
minute, the jar was about two-thirds full. It seemed for a while to everyone in the room that he
might not be able to stop shooting the sticky fluid.

"I've never seen anything like this in my whole life" Dr. Vasquez announced as she pulled in the
big phallus. "He must have given us at least 35 big squirts of semen by now.

"The redhead holding the jar was in total disbelief, "Oh, my god, he’s still squirting!" She
cried.

After one more big spurt, the orgasm began to subside. The jets of cum became smaller and less
forceful. The jar was filled to the rim, and Nicholas was covered in sweat, his legs shaking.

When he was finished ejaculating, Nicholas collapsed on the examination table, unable to move or
speak.

"You OK?" the redhead asked. Nicholas nodded his head and then closed his eyes.

The Doctor took the semen-filled container and held it up for all of the students to see. "There
is enough sperm in this jar to impregnate each of you ladies ten times over." she announced.
"Pretty amazing don't you think?"

"Are there any questions?" the nurse asked the group. The oriental girl raised her hand. "Is Mr.
Taylor going to be allright?""He's probably a little dehydrated and ready for a nap, but otherwise
he'll be fine." Dr. Vasquez replied. I might keep him overnight and run a few more 'tests', and by
tomorrow he'll be as good as new."

"Well, thank you for your time. I'm sure all of us will remember this experience for quite a
while," the nurse said as she ushered the young female students back into the hallway. "We'll be on our
way, thanks again." She said and closed the door behind her.

Nicholas had fallen asleep on his back. Dr. Vasquez walked over to the examination table and
traced the length of his now soft penis with the tip of her finger. "You are quite a specimen, aren't
you?" She said as she watched his organ pulse twice and then begin to stiffen...

SEE PICS AND VIDS OF THIS TYPE OF ACTION HERE!