Doctor Eva

"Oh, I can!" I exclaimed.

Eva just smiled. "I know you can, but can she?"

"I'm not sure," a frustrated Anita said.

"Good! Now we're ready to learn. Iss as simple as one-two-three, but it's stupid that two is two, so we'll make it three, but don't forget that's really two, comprende?

"Creo que si."

"Good! All right. Now, this isn't 100% accurate. It's juss a guide, and it only gives you the shis-, sis- "

"Systolic," I corrected.

"Yeah, the big number. Thanks. So, one. You have to be gentle, because if you press too hard, you can make him dizzy."

"Like us," I added.

"Right. So, he's been relaxed for about five minutes, and you should give him five or maybe ten. You relaxed, Tommy?"

"I think so."

"So, one, check his corroded - damn, carotid artery on his neck. Whadda ya get?"

She watched the clock in a few seconds before answering, "About 70."

"If you get a pulse at all, his syshtolic is 'bout 70. Now, the number three is the good old-fashion way, on his forearm at the wris'. If you get a pulse at all, that means that his... you know, big number is at least 80.

"So, what's the third... I mean, you know, what was it? The third one is the second one?

"R-r-right! Well, that would be the - "

"Eva, allow me," I interjected. "He might... take it... a little better. Tommy, do you remember biology when they talked about arteries?

"That was a couple of years ago," he answered, a little confused.

"That's right, and do you remember what they do?" It was surreal that we were having this conversation with Tommy spread-eagled with his ass almost pointing up in the air. Surreal to us girls, anyway.

"You want me to answer that now?"

"Ah, ah, ah. I've taken good care of you and I'm not about to stop." It felt good to assert control. "What do arteries do?"

"I don't know. Wait. Carry... blood... away from the heart?"

"Very good. Now, femoral arteries - "

"Those are the ones going into the legs, aren't they?"

"Whoa! I'm impressed," said a surprised Anita.

"That's very good, Tommy. Baby, do you know why I asked you about all of that?"

"Something about blood pressure?"

"You may want to consider a medical profession, young man. That's right. The last - "

"But it's really the second," interrupted Eva.

"Whatever it is, we check the pulse of the femoral artery, one, or, if you want to be sure, both of them."

"So, is that like, where? My ankles?"

"No, not quite," I said, changing my voice to make it as seductive as I remembered. "We check it right here, where your thighs join your abdomen. Right here," my middle finger running up and down the inside his thigh. I guess I couldn't help it that my thumb grazed him between his leg and flowed over his balls. Woops! I touched your penis. How did that happen? "Or here," I said, repeating the motion on his other side. "I can try to find your pulse on this side... or maybe this side... but Anita needs to find this all by herself." I kissed his forehead. And then, I don't know what came over me, but I just started stroking his penis. My eyes locked on his. "Anita, check Tommy's femoral pulse just like I did."

I wanted him so bad. After all these years, my needs... he was so hard and skin so soft, so warm and so tender. He was in such ecstasy as I stroked him and Anita was so delighted to see him contort in such raw pleasure. He wasn't complaining, that's for sure. Poor Eva. Maybe she felt left out. I guess that's why she just explored him between his legs while we busied ourselves elsewhere. I'd never heard Tommy sexually moan before. Another minute and he'd start using words like "fuck," "suck," and "cum." But the exam wasn't over, not just yet. Time for the grand finale.

"Damn, look at the time," Eva noted. "We need to wrap this up."

She stumbled as she retrieved a bottle of lube from a cabinet, then got her fingers nice and oily. She held the bottle, waiting for Anita.

"Shouldn't we be using gloves?" Anita slurred.

"Honey, we're way past gloves. Besides, you need to know exactly what you're looking for."

"What's she looking for?" cried Tommy. His face was pure horror.

"Your prostate gland, silly."

She and Anita were now seated between his legs.

"Anita, there's sumping you need to know. Guys always tense up when a man does this do them, but when it's a woman doctor? They won't tell you this," she said lowering her voice and crinkling her nose, " but I think they kinda enjoy it. He might be a li'l tight, so we're gonna, you know, loosen him up a bit."

I wanted to do what I could to keep his mind off of this - oh, "violation," so I playfully fondled him and smiled. I hope he enjoyed my playing with him as much as I enjoyed watching my hand play with him.

Eva started at his perineum and slowly worked her way into his crease. Then she found his button.

"You might wanna make some tiny circles around him, because that helps release some tension. Watch. See? Male doctors just want to shove it in and get it over with. I like it this way because it's part of that 'do no harm' stuff."

Tommy tried to control his moaning. He couldn't.

"Then you insert a fingertip - I like going up to the firsht knuckle, but I do it a few times."

And she did. Tommy was so confused, not knowing if he was in discomfort or whether he should enjoy it.

"Don't go too fast, and when it starts going easier, you can go up to the second knuckle. Now's when you can go faster."

He was making sounds I'd never heard before. I leaned forward and cradled his face with my free hand, kissing cheek, and gently saying, "Sshh, sshh, you're doing fine."

"Then your whole finger can go in and you can feel his prostate. You really need to keep your nails trimmed if you have to this, and then, once you're all the way in, you have to move your finger around to get the size of his prostate."

"It should be about the same size as a walnut, right?" Anita asked.

"Thass right," slurred Eva, now rhythmically plunging deep inside him. Tommy breathed heavily as he bent forward slightly. I thought he wanted to watch, especially because of the way Eva's lustful eyes met his, her tempo quickening. The real reason floored me. He reached up, grabbed his knees, and pulled them towards chest, making himself completely vulnerable to her and she was more than willing to comply. She loved it, especially the way Tommy begged, "go in me, go in me" over and over. She pulled out slowly and pressed her index and middle fingers together, preparing his sweet spot to take them both. In they went, again and again, going deeper and deeper, and as she massaged his prostate, he looked down between his legs, seeing Eva having almost much as fun as he was. I was methodically stroking his cock, and I still don't know what came over me as I kissed my way down his chest, sucking his nipples, and as I rubbed my face through his pubic hair, I knew there was no going back.

I was kissing the head of his penis, licking up and down the shaft, and as that engorged mushroom head filled my mouth, it felt tender and velvety. Every one of the thousands of nerve endings belonged to me, and I gave them as much attention as I could. I took him deeper in my mouth, flooded with sensory overload: soft skin over a hard shaft, warm, hot, tender, firm, and I was showing him why a woman's mouth is like a second vagina - for both of us. My tongue bathed and swirled over him as I bobbed up and down, trying to maintain a rhythm even though he was moaning and twisting his body because of all the sensations. Tommy's hips bucked, causing me to gag, and as I backed off, I saw why. Anita owned his ass, and she was being completely unpredictable: teasing his button with one finger, then two; running a finger up and down the length of his crease; teasing with one finger barely going in, the plunging it and working wonders on his prostate; two fingers in, deeper, deeper still, in and out, over and over; Tommy begging for more. Anita lived torturing him this way.

Tommy's body couldn't stay still. Still holding his legs up, he was contorting and whimpering, pleading, "don't stop, don't stop!" I had him in a firm grip, studying his face, purposefully stroking him. Eva energetically working his balls and perineum. Anita doing a two-finger fuck. That's when Tommy gave his signal. Of course, he didn't know that we knew it was his signal. He started throwing his head back against the padding of the examining table, making incomprehensible noises like, "naaah... nyah... ahh... ahhh... "

"He's getting ready to come," Eva said. Duh. "I wanna see it."

What no one else in that room knew is that I could talk a guy into climax. Observe, ladies, while I talk and stroke his cock.

"Tommy," I said so gently, "someday soon, you're going to be with some hot co-ed, and you'll take turns taking each other's clothes off, and you'll wrap your arms around each other."

My grip was firm and my stroking was designed for one thing only: a massive cum shot.

"Tommy, she's going to push you down on the bed, and then she's going to straddle you, and all you'll want is to feel her up in every place you see."

His eyes stayed closed, but if anything, Eva and Anita increased their intensity.

"She's got a really nice ass, Tommy. I want you to see her ass. I want you to see her gripping your penis and running it back and forth over her vagina. She really loves it. She wants you. Your penis can't wait. She slides down your raging cock and it feels great. Then she leans forward, and you're seeing your penis slide ou, but - oh! She wants you again, and now she's sliding up and down your penis. It feels great. Your fascinated with her pussy lips and how they bathe your penis, over and over - "

And that's when Tommy let out one of the most violent screams I've ever heard. Ropes of cum flew by me, each one making him scream, one, two, three times. Then his cum spurted, each time he barked, and we all had a role to play to get every last drop of semen out of him. Tommy was trembling, quivering, coming down from what had to be the most intense sexual experience of his life while we kept trying to prolong it. Glistening with sweat, he slowly faded, now basking in the euphoria of sexual exhaustion. He had a certain serene look over his face, his eyes glassy, and I wish I had thought to take a picture. He had that look, the look that says, "I just had some really great sex." You know what I'm talking about, girls.

Not even Eva had seen one man produce so much cum. No, Anita, that's not normal, so you may want to modify what you want to... "shoot" for.

I plopped down in a chair. We all sort of used Tommy as a pillow and we were in no hurry to have him get dressed. He wasn't in a hurry, either.

I remember that we were stirred from our slumber when Tommy wanted to get up. The alcohol rush was hitting us all, and as ladies are prone to do in those circumstances, we were a little giddy. My little man was ever the gentleman and started gathering the empty bottles, glasses, and plates, putting them on the tray, and then he stood there, holding them, completely naked.

"Where should I take these?" he asked.

We just stared at him. It must have turned him on because he started getting hard again. Eva was wasted.

"Down the hall, second office on the right," she told him.

We watched his firm ass as he left the room, and we all started giggling.

"I really needed that," I confessed.

"So did he," Anita commented.

"Why do you say that?"

"You know, there's a reason he's called 'the turtle.'"

"Now you wait. I've been to mosht of hish games and there's nothing slow 'bout him."

"Iss not 'bout speed. He'z in thish shell an' he doesn't wanna come out. Girls wan' him to make a move an' he can't!"

I had a wicked thought and couldn't keep from hiding it.

"Whacha thinkin' 'bout, Carol?" Eva asked.

"I can't say."

"We've heard my tias talk about naked waiter parties," Anita yawned.

"About what?"

"Relax. They didn't know we were lishening."

Eva was laughing so hard we couldn't hear her. I tried to suppress a laugh but couldn't.

"He'd never agree to it."

"Who said anything about asking him?"

Anita got out her cell phone and struggled to focus on the screen. Then her fingers were in a blur writing something.

"Wash that you're writing?"

"I'm askin' my primas if they wanna come to a 'Tommy, the naked waiter' party tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? I don't think we're ready -"

Seconds later, her phone started chirping. She smiled and laughed. "They wanna know what time."

"Tell 'em 5," Eva suggested, still laughing. "Here. Let me get something that'll help."

She staggered out of the room.

"Anita, are you sure this is a good-"

"Hey!" we heard Eva say down the hall. "We have rules about patients walking around naked, especially patients getting erections."

She hurried back into the office and stuffed a small bag in my purse.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Sshhh. Izz... it's a vitamin supplement. Give it to him tommmorrow, but don't peek."

Tommy walked in a few seconds later, and he seemed comfortable in his nudity, so comfortable that he was getting hard again. I think women like watching a man get an erection. We did, that's for sure. Eva stood up, steadying herself on the table.

"Congrats, Tommy. I think you passed. This has been quite a day, so, we'll get your labs set up an' tha' will be that.

The alcohol rush really hit us all, and I know it showed.

"Mom, where are the keys?" asked Tommy while he was dressing. "I'll drive."

"Aww, idn't that nice?"

"All of you."

"I'm fine, I'm fine," protested Eva.

All I can remember is that I think I said something about "just like old times," and why did "underwear party" stick in my mind?

Locking up... Tommy trying to help us get to the car... this really bright light... am I in my car?... a door opens... Tommy's here... my door opens... "Come on. We're home."... he's helping me into the house... Eva's spread out on the couch?... my bedroom door... the pillow...

To be continued...?