CFNM: A Love Story

With her thumbs Veronica hesitantly pulled apart the glans of Tim's penis. Looking inside, she could see the glistening, gooey looking flesh. "Yeah, I guess. Honestly I haven't seen that many, so I don't really know -- like it seems normal intuitively, but experientially I have no idea."

"That's fair," replied Cindy as she pressed into the the creases of Tim's groin. "But, full disclosure, I have seen a lot, and this is definitely on the larger side -- not abnormal or medically dangerous but worth noting, I think."

Noticing the perplexed look on Veronica's face, Cindy further explained, "As you know I've been with many a man, and every single one -- I always make them show me their stuff."

Cindy continued, "I go full lights on and check out their dick and balls -- obviously -- but also their nooks and crannies -- the meatus, perineum, and then," Cindy reached back with her free hand and grabbed Tim's ass, "I have then bend over, and bust it open."

A moment of silence followed as the three of them recognized the clash between Cindy's vulgar, sexual comment and the detached, clinical air of the room.

"Oh, what's this?" exclaimed Cindy, breaking the silence.

With her hand she had pulled Tim's scrotum up and tight against his stomach, while pointing with her other hand toward a small black dot on the underside of Tim's sack.

"Tim, has this birthmark always been here," asked Cindy, intently observing the underside of his sack.

"Ahhhh --"

"This one, right here," said Cindy twisting his balls so Tim could see.

Veronica moved Tim's penis to he side and held it firmly flat against his stomach so he could see what Cindy was pointing at.

"Yeah, yeah -- I, ahh, don't look down there very often, I guess."

Cindy nodded and let his nutsack fall back down. "Skin caner's a real concern. You should always check yourself. But I think this looks fine."

The embarrassment of the situation -- and frankly the surprise of it all -- which had kept Tim's erection at bay was starting to be overcome by the twisting and turning of his dick and balls by these two women.

As Tim's penis inflated and began to project out, supported by its own turgidity, Veronica let go of it.

"It's ok Tim," she said look up at him. "It's a natural reaction ... during this type of exam."

In truth, it was the first Veronica had ever seen such an occurrence. Typically, even a thorough exam of this sort lasted a few minutes at most -- what Cindy was doing to Tim's genitals had strayed from the realm of medicine about 15 minutes ago.

Despite her sense of guilt that she was helping her friend essentially molest a guy under the pretense of medical necessity, Veronica enjoyed finally seeing Tim's cock come to life. Here it was, his magnificent prick, fully erect under the bright florescent lights, fully illuminated for her eyes see.

Noticing Tim's arousal and her friend's soothing accommodation, Cindy decided to explore a 'good-cop-bad-cop' repartee: "Now, Tim, let's try to get that thing under control. It's one thing to become aroused at your computer or wherever you wank off, but right now? Really?"

"Sorry, Cindy," murmured Tim.

Veronica, surprised by her friend's admonition and sympathetic for the turgid boy, placed her right hand on the small of his back.

She began rubbing up and underneath his t-shirt, and down, over his ass. But unlike Cindy's groping, Veronica's touch has a sensual, caring feel -- less aggression, more warmth.

"At least," said Cindy, "this will come in handy," as she grabbed Tim's shaft and jerked it from side to side, "for the semen sample."

Veronica could feel Tim tense at the utterance of these words.

"But first, we should finish up by checking his prostate, right Vern," said Cindy as she released Tim's cock and stood up from the wheelie stool.

"I suppose," said Veronica, still stroking Tim's back and ass.

"I'm trying to think, what's best way to do this?" said Cindy. "Let's have you step down, and go over to the side of the table, Tim. Ok, and Veronica, you and I will sit back here, behind Tim. Ok. Oh, wait. Let me grab a new set of gloves for us Vern."

Cindy flicked her gloves off and grabbed new ones from the wall rack. Facing the exam table, naked from the waist down, Tim could hear the snapping for gloves behind him, and then the rolling of wheels as one of them moved toward him.

"Alright, Tim," said Cindy as she placed her hands on the outside of Tim's ass cheeks, lightly pushing his hips towards the table. "Bend forward until your chest is on the table. Good."

There was a moment of silence, and then Tim felt Cindy's hands quickly pull his butt cheeks apart.

"Wow, Tim, you're really hairy back here. Vern, do you see this?"

Veronica could see Tim's hairy asshole and dangling dick and balls, but she didn't say anything -- a meager attempt at giving Tim a bit of dignity.

"You just don't seem like a hairy guy, Tim," gushed Cindy continuing to poke and prod his ass. "Maybe its that kind of twinky handsomeness of yours that threw me off."

"Or maybe," she continued, "it was your meticulous grooming in front -- I just expected that the back would be taken care of too, or just naturally hairless, I guess," said Cindy, running her flat hand down his perineum until her fingernails bumped up against his scrotum. "So you just stopped shaving right here, huh, Tim?"

"Yeah," Tim croaked. Now he could add shame about his grooming habits to the laundry list of embarrassments he'd experienced today.

That Cindy was giving Tim grief about his hairy asshole was, to Veronica, unnerving but not surprising. In fact, she could recall the saturday afternoon back in college, when Cindy had ordered her to help wax her asshole.

Cindy's friday night hookup had apparently been so repulsed by her asshole hair -- and, as Veronica later found out when tasked with removing it, there was a lot of it -- that he called her a dog, grabbed his clothes, and left mid coitus.

Knowing her friends follicular foible, Veronica interrupted, "actually Cindy, it looks pretty normal to me."

"Really, Vern? How many guys' assholes have you seen?" sneered Cindy.

"My ex-boyfriend's looked just like Tim's," replied Veronica.

Tim found this encouraging, and also arousing: it excited him to know that Veronica had been sexually attracted to a guy that looked like him, even if only in a particular aspect. Maybe, he thought, Veronica would date him.

"From back there, Veronica," said Cindy, turning toward her friend, "you can't even see. Come-'ere," she said pulling Veronica's wheelie stool closer to the action. Now the two women were sitting directly behind Tim, eye-to-eye with his brown eye.

"No, Cind, it looks ok to me," said Veronica.

"But what about," Cindy slurped a gulp of air through her nose, "that smell?"

Taken aback by her friend's glaring lack of professionalism -- even a layman could recognize this behavior as untoward, as she feared Tim might be doing at this very moment -- Veronica gasped, "what?"

"That musk, don't you smell it?" asked Cindy.

In truth, Veronica knew full well what Cindy was talking about -- she could smell Tim the moment he pulled down his underwear -- it was a hot, earthy scent that turned her on. But she would never admit it, especially not in front of Tim.

Now smiling, Cindy further explained, "as medical professionals, Veronica, we must use all the diagnostic tools at our disposal. Obviously that includes our sense of smell."

Pushing the smaller girl's head toward Tim's asshole, Cindy continued, "And I smell an unusual amount of odor coming out of Tim's anal region, don't you?"

Veronica jerked her head back in disgust -- not at Tim's asshole, but at her friend's asshole behavior.

Tim had remained chest-down on the table, in part out of an obedience to authority figures (even one as shitty as Cindy) but equally out of an ostrich like reflex to bury his head in the sand -- if he couldn't see the two women playing with his ass, then it wasn't really happening, right? Or so he had reasoned.

But now -- now that he sensed some kind of commotion behind him, Tim couldn't help but turn around. Still grasping the other side of the table with his hands, Tim looked back over his left shoulder and made direct eye contact with Veronica.

She had a pleading look in her big brown eyes, as if to say, "I'm so, so, so sorry for this."

"Is this position tiring you, Tim?" asked Cindy with mock concern. "Why don't you take a break -- Veronica and I need to discuss something."

Cindy got up, took off her gloves, and went for the door. Veronica remained seated, her eyes still locked with Tim's. "Veronica. Outside," demanded Cindy.

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"Don't say a fucking thing in there, Vern."

"What? What is your problem, Cindy?"

"I see what's going on -- you're flirting with him, and you want him all to yourself," said Cindy, arms crossed, vein pulsing in her neck.

"... Are you kidding? No! I just feel bad for him." Veronica grabbed Cindy's wrist. You're manhandling him! You're humiliating him!"

"Alright, alright, I'll take it eas--"

"No, Cindy. This has gone too far already. I'm gonna go in there and tell him that we're all done, the form's complete, and he can be on his way," Veronica huffed.

Cindy smiled, that sick, unnerving smile. "Veronica, you just don't get it, do you? If we do that he'll know we were playing with him, he'll report us and neither you nor I will ever, become doctors-- shit, we might even go to jail," she said with a chuckle.

"You know what? You're fucking paranoid, Cindy. We'll just tell him that we misread the form -- that everything is settled, ok?" pleaded Veronica.

"Sure, like that won't raise a red flag? We already told him we have to check his prostate. And that he had to provide a semen sample. Remember? Don't you think he'll start asking questions about what other unnecessary things we did to him?"

"Or he'll just be relieved that," Veronica paused for emphasis, "you are not gonna stick his finger up his ass or have him jizz in a cup!"

"Me? Like this was all my doing, Vern?" retorted Cindy. "You're just as culpable here. You held his cock, you looked at his asshole."

Veronica turned away in disgust. Cindy grabbed the petite girl's shoulder and spun her back around.

"And you know what, Veronica," said Cindy flatly, "worst of all, you did nothing."

"What was I supposed to do?" hissed Veronica, "call the police?"

"Ha," laughed Cindy dryly. "You could have stopped this at any time. From the start, you could have simply insisted that we use the real form, not the one I created on the laptop. But did you?"

"No, but --"

"You know why you didn't stop me? Because you wanted this. Because you wanted to strip Tim down and drain his nuts with your pretty little mouth," accused Cindy.

"Fuck you, Cindy."

"Fuck me?" asked Cindy, raising her voice. "Na-nah- no. I've seen the way you look at him -- YOU. WANT. To FUCK. HIM!

"Sure," scoffed Veronica.

"Face it Vern, you haven't gotten laid in over a year. A whole fucking year, Vern! I can go to a bar, pick a guy and have my hand up his ass in 30 minutes or less, any night of the week -- I'm like the fucking Domino's of diddling dudes."

"There's something seriously wrong with you, Cindy. You are aware of that, right?"

"Little miss goody-fucking-two-shoes," huffed Cindy. "Like I'm the only woman with urges. Like I'm some kind of fucking Samantha Jones to your Charlotte York. Like when you're in you're bedroom trying to choose between studying for Pharmacology or Public Health, you don't wish you were out at the bar with me trying to choose which guy is gonna fuck your brains out?"

"Fuck off, Cindy. My sex-life is fine, and as far as studying, you might wanna give it a try -- what's your shitty GPA anyway?" retorted Veronica.

"Ok, Veronica. I know all about your "studying," laughed Cindy.

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Veronica crossing her arms.

"Let's just say that I know all about your love for garden vegetables," snickered Cindy.

"Huhh," asked Veronica?

"Do you remember how everyone called you Salad Girl in college?"

"Yeah? I ate a lot of salads, so what?" replied Veronica.

Cindy burst out laughing. "You really don't know, do you? Well, allow me to enlighten you. You remember freshman year -- during the mid-term reading period? All the girls on the floor were going to out to Citrus? What you evidently don't remember is that Tiffany threw up waiting for the cab decided not to come. Are you following?"

Veronica nodded.

"Well, when Tiff got back to the room, she almost threw up again," Cindy began laughing, "she found you kneeling on the livingroom floor, panting like a bitch in heat -- a radish sticking out of your ass as you worked a cucumber in and out of your cunt."

Cindy's eyes were now watery with laughter, while Veronica's were becoming wet with anger.

"And you know what the funniest part of it was?" continued Cindy trying to hold back her laughter. "Tiff said you had the TV on in front of you, volume full blast, with some wierd British porno of schoolgirls milking a guy's cock like it was a cow's udder."

Clinic hours had long since ended and both women were now crying in the end of the deserted hallway. Each for very different reasons.

Managing to get her laughter under control and wiping the tears from her cheeks, Cindy, lightly touched Veronica's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Vern. That was a low blow. If it makes you feel any better everyone from school has known about it for years and we still find it immensely funny. There's no point in getting upset about it now."

Veronica was still distraught.

"Look, why don't you get yourself cleaned up and go home. I'll finish up with Tim, here and we can talk about this over drinks. I think you'll come to see the humor in it, ok?"

Cindy patted Veronica on the back and headed for the door. "And if Tim asks about you, I'll just tell him you had to go see about a leek ... and some turnips," Cindy laughed as she turned the door handle.

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"Is everything ok out there," asked Tim as Cindy entered the room.

"Yeah, yeah, fine." Said Cindy. "Just some medical school drama."

Tim nodded and looked down. He'd remained standing next to the table the whole time, bottomless in the rather chilly room.

"No need to hide that," said Cindy as she tugged Tim's hands away from his crotch. "I've already seen all that anyway, and It's your backside... wait a minute, wow," she said looking down at his shriveled penis. "You really are a grower not a show-er."

Pinching his little prick with her thumb and index finger, Cindy continued, "I mean I could see before that you weren't exactly packing, but this?"

"I just feel sorry for you," she said as she released his penis and spun him around by the hips. "Now let me--"

But she was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

"Your herpes test is back from the lab, Cindy," announced a confident Veronica as she strode back in.

Cindy looked stunned. "I didn't have --"

"I know you were really worried about whether it was herpes again or if it was your genital warts flaring back up, so I can take it from here while you get that sorted," said Veronica as she pushed Cindy toward the door.

On her way out, Cindy reached down to grab the bag she had left next to the cabinets earlier.

"Actually, Cindy," said Veronica, "leave the bag. I'll bring it to your apartment later. I wouldn't want to delay you from finding about about your snatch situation."

Cindy, now furious, began, "I don't have--"

"Say no more, Cindy," said Veronica, cutting her friend off with a firm tone, "I know you want this patient to be well taken care of."

Veronica grabbed the bag from Cindy's hands and quickly looked inside. "And he will be," she said to Cindy with a wink before ushering her out the door.

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As she stormed down the hallway thinking about how Veronica had embarrassed her in front of Tim with that disgusting, made-up shit about genital warts, she was decidedly furious.

But she also felt a tinge of pride: with the right push, her little, weak-willed friend had actually grown a pair. Maybe now instead of watching movies of girls milking guys cocks, Veronica could actually be the one doing the milking -- God knows, she had the tools for the job in the bag Cindy had left.

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"I'm so sorry about that, Tim," said Veronica as she tossed Tim his underwear.

"Oh, ummm, yeah that's ok, I don't mind waiting, just as long as this exam eventually gets done," said Tim with a little laugh.

"No, Tim that's not what I'm talking about. You can put those on, by the way," she said. "Tim, you're a smart guy, you must have noticed that the exam we've been conducting has been a bit, ahhh, --"

"Unprofessional?" Tim volunteered.

"Exactly. Full disclosure, the exam form for law school students is super simple, basically just heart rate, bp, breathing," said Veronica.

"But, then, why --"

"Because Cindy wanted to get you naked. I don't know if you're aware of this, but Cindy has wanted to fuck you since college, and she figured this was the closest she was ever going to get."

Tim looked shaken. None of this was exactly surprising to hear -- he knew Cindy only too well and the day's previous events had certainly struck him as odd. But to hear it all confirmed as true -- no longer a caged idea in his mind, but a bonafide fact, out there in the real world. He lurched down into the chair with the gown and his clothes on it.

"We never should have had you even take your pants off, Tim. I should have made Cindy stop, and for that I'm really sorry."

"Ahhh, umm, yeah," said Tim. "It's not your -- you don't have to apologize, Veronica. Believe me, I know how Cindy can be. From college, I know."

Just the two of them now, Veronica wanted to wrap her arms around Tim and tell him everything -- to tell him, that the humiliation he endured today was just as much her fault as it was Cindy's. How could she tell him? How could she explain that she probably wanted to play with Tim's dick even more than Cindy did. For Cindy this was a mere dalliance, probably one of many this week. But for Veronica, it was much more. She was genuinely attracted to Tim -- just Tim. And yet here she was, equally complicit in taking advantage of him, guilty of using her power to dominate him, to make him submit to her erotic desires.

"You know, back in college," said Tim, his voice soft and shaky, "I don't know if you remember me, but we made out a few times."

He searched her face for a look of remembrance, or recognition, or acknowledgment, but found nothing but a blank facade.

"I sucked on your boobs once," said Tim, instantly regretting it. "I'm sorry, that came out wrong," he said as he rested his face in his palms.

Veronica remembered. That warm September night freshman year. She went back to his dorm room after a Thursday night of Malibu rum and frenetic dancing. He snuck her into his bed as his roommate slept nearby. She remembered the moonlight streaming in through the half drawn blinds, dancing on their shirtless torsos as they hungrily pressed their faces together.

She remembered the taste of cheap beer and the feeling of his khaki-clad dick thrusting against her leg. She remembered his nautical belt, and wavy hair.

"Yeah, I actually do remember that," said Veronica with a coy chuckle.

Tim didn't respond. He just looked up, into the middle distance.

"Why do you mention it?" asked Veronica taking a seat on the wheelie stool next to her. "That was a long time ago."

"Yeah, it goes quick doesn't it," said Tim, now looking at Veronica. "Anyway, I'm all set now, right? I can get dressed and get going?"