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Here is another story I wrote involving a medical fantasy. Hope you enjoy.
The Home Prep
At my last yearly physical, my physician recommended that I have a test that required that I prepare for the test the day before, at home. That preparation included not eating and cleaning out my digestive tract. In going through the directions at his office, he noticed my reaction to the requirement of multiple enemas. He asked if that was a problem and I said I had never had an enema before and had no clue how to give myself one. He chuckled and said that wasn't the first time he'd heard that and he had the name of a good nurse that made house calls and could help me with that part of the preparation. I reluctantly and embarrassingly admitted that I would prefer help to make sure I would do it right. He said that he would give her a call and ask her to come by my place at 7 pm the night before the test. He said her name was Sharon Johnson and she really was a great lady and she would take good care of me. But to make sure I followed the diet or they would have to do everything all over again. I thanked him and went home wondering what I had just gotten myself into.
Not being able to eat was torture the day before the test. I was allowed certain flavors of Jell- O and water and that was about it. Of course, every commercial on television and the radio had to do with food. It's funny how I never noticed all those food commercials before. A few minutes before 7 pm, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to a scene from heaven. Before me stood a mid-thirties lady, blonde hair up in a bun, starched white uniform, holding a gym bag, and blue eyes that looked through to your soul.
I must have zoned out taking in the beauty before me as I didn't say a word. Finally she spoke up and asked if I was Mr. Dave Jackson. I dumbly nodded and said that she must be Sharon. She smiled and said, "Yes, I'm Sharon Johnson. Dr. Baxter set up an appointment for you for a cleansing prep." I tried to smile and invited her in. I was embarrassed enough over what was about to occur, but the thought of it happening to me at the hands of this gorgeous woman was too much.
Sharon walked into the living room, sat her bag down and took a seat on the sofa. I sat down in the chair opposite her. She had some insurance forms for me to sign and then asked if I had been following the diet of no solid foods. I nodded and said it was harder to do than I imagined. Again, she smiled her sweet smile and said that was not an uncommon reaction. Then she asked if I knew what was in store for me tonight and tomorrow during the test. I said that I did, but told her I had never had an enema before. This time her smile got even bigger and she said, "Ah, a virgin" and chuckled. She then went on to explain that enemas had a bad reputation due to people not understanding how to properly administer one or the giver was in a hurry to get it over with. But she was an enema expert and there was nothing for me to worry about, I was in good hands. My mind was racing, I was thinking that I'd love to be in more than her hands!
She took her gym bag and opened it up and took out several pieces of equipment. The first was a red bulb syringe with a long black nozzle, then a Fleets BagEnema, followed by rubber gloves, a bottle of something and a jar of Vaseline. She asked if I had a large mixing bowl. I told her that I did in the kitchen and got up to get it for her. When I turned around, I found she had followed me into the kitchen and was holding the bottle. I handed the bowl to her and she went to the sink and started running the water. As the water ran from cold to warm, she said that she liked to start a cleansing series with a very warm and soapy enema administered with a bulb syringe. She explained that it helped break up any material in the colon and made the rest of the enemas easier to take. Unfortunately she added, the first one is sometimes the most difficult to take and hold, especially for a first timer. As the water reached the right temperature, she filled the bowl with warm water and then added some of the contents of the bottle and stirred the milky solution with her hand. She told me it was a special castile soap that was excellent for soapsuds enemas. She noticed a kitchen towel hanging by the sink, picked that up and dried her hand. Then she took the bowl, towel, and bottle and went back into the living room. She placed the towel on the coffee table and the bowl on top of that.
Sharon turned to me and said that she liked to give the high volume enemas in the bedroom, on the bed as patients found it easier to relax in their own bed. But for the first soapsuds enema, she was going to use the bulb syringe and administer it to me right here. As I was expelling the first enema, she would prepare the Fleets BagEnema and have it ready for me in my bedroom. She asked if I could show her where my bedroom was. I took her to the bedroom and she smiled and placed her bag inside the bedroom door.
She turned and looked at me with those blue eyes and said, "Let's get started before your water gets cold." I numbly followed her back to the living room. She looked at me in my t-shirt and sweat pants and smiled again. She tugged at the pants and said, "Time for these to come off." As I removed my sweat pants, I noticed she was putting on her rubber gloves and opened the jar of Vaseline. She looked up and said, "Don't forget your shorts. Then come over here, get down on your knees and lean over the coffee table." I did as she asked, goose bumps all over from the chill and the embarrassment of my bare butt facing her.
Sharon placed the nozzle of the bulb syringe in the warm soapy water and squeezed. Bubbles from the air expelling from the bulb created a foam on the surface of the water. She explained to me that she liked the old fashioned bulb syringes for the first cleansing enema as she could make the water a little extra soapier than usual and found it was easier to inject it into the patient rather than wait for it to drain out of an enema bag. But old syringes weren't made like this anymore, and it was one of her personal syringes. Trying to make conversation, and to take my mind off things, I asked if she had a large collection of syringes? She giggled and said, "Why do you ask, would you like to see them?" I laughed and said, "It depends on how this goes."
My nurse took the Vaseline and scooped a large glob onto her right index finger. "Ok Dave, I like to use Vaseline when I use the bulb syringe due to the multiple insertions. KY tends to break down once it gets wet. I am going to lube you now with the Vaseline and we can get started. Try to relax now." With that, I felt her spread my buttocks with one hand and the cold Vaseline touching my backside. She started to spread the Vaseline around and applied gentle pressure until I felt her finger start to enter me. "You're doing great, just relax and let me in."
All of a sudden, I felt her finger "pop" inside me. She rotated her finger right, then left and moved it in and out. I noticed a tingle deep inside when she hit my prostate gland. As she pulled her finger out, she said, "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" I told her it wasn't bad at all, and I hoped the enema would be like that. She looked at me and said, "Not quite like that, you are going to feel the urge to expel, and maybe some cramping, but the nozzle being inserted will be similar." She picked up the bulb syringe and spread the remaining Vaseline on the black nozzle.
"Here we go, try to relax and push out for me as you feel the nozzle against you. If you feel any cramping at all, try to take short, deep breaths." With that, Sharon placed the nozzle against my rosebud and slowly pushed it deep inside me with little resistance. The Vaseline was doing its job. "I'm going to squeeze it now." All of a sudden, I felt a warm fullness deep inside me. Then just as suddenly, it stopped and I felt the nozzle being withdrawn. "How are you doing Dave?", Sharon asked. "That wasn't bad at all.", was all I could reply. She patted my backside and said,
"Good, one down, seven to go."
I turned and asked her, "Seven?" "Yes, seven" she replied, "unless you can't take that much. We'll see." Sharon had refilled the syringe and was moving to reinsert it. I was actually looking forward to feeling it slide inside me. Then the pressure as the warm soapy water was injected. This time however, the fullness didn't go away, and I felt the urge to go. But I started taking deep breaths and tried not to think about it. Again, she gently stroked by butt and said, "Good boy, relax."
This continued until the forth bulb full when I got a cramp and shifted my position over the table just as she withdrew the nozzle. "Are you ok Dave?", she asked.
"Ummmm, just a cramp."
"That's to be expected", Sharon said. "The soap is starting to do its job. I'm actually surprised you didn't get a cramp before now. Take deep breaths and we will be done before you know it."
With that, I felt the nozzle sliding in again. As she squeezed the bulb, I couldn't contain myself and let out a groan. Sharon withdrew the syringe and placed her hand under my stomach. "Here, this should help", she said as she massaged my stomach. The cramp went away, but I told her I thought I really did need to go to the bathroom now. "Not just yet Dave. I want to give you at least one more bulb full, then you can go. Since you've never had an enema before, I won't make you hold it once I give you your last bulb full, but we need to get a little more solution inside you."
I just nodded as I hung my head down, panting like a puppy. Once again, I felt the nozzle being inserted into me. Only this time, Sharon was taking her time squeezing the bulb. The solution didn't shoot into me as it had before, so it was easier to take. "Is that better", she asked.
"Yes, much better. But I still need to go."
I looked back and saw Sharon smile. "Think you can take a couple more?", she asked. I'll try, panting again as another cramp hit.
The seventh bulb full was injected into me slowly, without any problem. But the cramps really hit as she was filling the syringe for the final injection. "Sharon, I don't think I can take another one. I am about to lose it as it is and I don't want an accident." My nurse looked at me with those blue eyes and said, "It's all ready to go, let me try to give it to you, and if it is too uncomfortable, I'll stop, ok?" How could I refuse her, I just nodded and again concentrated on not losing it in the living room.
As she squeezed the bulb for the final time, I really felt like I was going to lose it and said so. Sharon swiftly withdrew the nozzle, and I felt her finger slide into me, acting as a plug. "There you go, clamp down on my finger." With her finger inserted into me, she helped me stand up. "Come on, I'll walk with you to the bathroom to make sure you don't have an accident." When I got up, I noticed my stomach was distended and I was really beginning to cramp. It was an experience to walk with someone's finger up your backside, but I don't think I would have made it without Sharon's help.
In the bathroom, she raised the lid of the toilet and turned me into position to sit down. "Ok, I am going to remove my finger now. Tighten up and sit down as soon as I do." I did as she asked and even though I was embarrassed to do so, I let loose with her still standing there. She touched me on the head and smiled. "Just what I like to hear, an enema doing its job. I will be waiting for you in the bedroom when you are finished." With that, she turned and walked out of the bathroom, taking some towels with her. I couldn't help but notice her shapely backside as she walked out the door. Then the cramps hit again, and I let loose with another blast of water.
I don't think I had ever had a bowel movement quite like that one. The water never seemed to end and there were some more cramps. But as I released the water, the cramping subsided. Soon, I felt like there was nothing left. I cleaned up, and walked out of the bathroom to find Sharon waiting for me. "Feeling any better ?" she asked.
I nodded as she motioned for me to come over to the bed. She had placed the towels on the bed and said to lie down on them and relax. She asked what I thought of my first enema. I told her it wasn't too bad, but I never imagined anything could make me want to go to the bathroom so bad in my life! Sharon laughed, and oh did she have a wonderful laugh. "Dave, that was nothing. But for you, that should be as bad as it gets for you tonight. I want to give you one more soapsuds enema, with the bag this time. But it will be a much milder solution. After you release that one, you shouldn't have anything left inside you. Then I will give you a couple of gentle rinse enemas to get any remnants of the soap out, and we'll be done. Most of my patients actually find the rinse enemas soothing and enjoyable." At this point, I had to admit, I was looking forward to her playing with my backside again.
Sharon had the Fleets BagEnema, but hadn't filled it yet. She smiled at me on the bed and said, "I didn't know how long you'd be and I didn't want it to get cold. I'll be right back." As she left to go fill the plastic bag with warm water, I started to fantasize about my nurse. It has been years since I was nervous around a woman, but with her, I felt like a teenager again. Nervous and scared I was going to say or do something stupid. Yet when I saw that smile, all my fears melted. I wondered if she was married, seeing someone, or even found me remotely attractive. She wasn't wearing any rings on her fingers, but that could be due to the nature of her job. Before I knew it, Sharon was walking back into my bedroom carrying a full plastic enema bag. The solution was a pale milky color, but not as milky as the solution that had been the bowl.
"Ok Dave, for this enema, please roll over onto your left side and pull your right leg up towards your chin. Yes, that's just right", as I moved into position. She hung the bag on the light above my nightstand and sat down on the bed. I looked over my shoulder as she removed the cover from the plastic hose tip and moved towards my backside again. I felt her pull up on my right buttock and then the gentle probing of the tube on my anus. "Push down for me", she asked as I felt the tube slide home. She inserted it a couple of inches and stopped. "For this enema, I am going to let it run in slow, so you shouldn't get the sudden urges to go. But the solution does contain a little soap, so it might cramp a little. Again, just relax, take deep breaths if it does cramp, and let me know." With that, I felt the tube wiggle as she opened the clamp and the flow started. At first, I didn't feel anything, but then a warm fullness started deep in my stomach.
Sharon again asked me how I was doing, and I told her so far, so good. I decided to make some small talk, and asked her if she gave enemas very often. She smiled and said, yes and no. She had retired from nursing a few years ago after the death of her husband, but Dr. Baxter was an old friend and she enjoyed helping him out when she could. Sometimes that help took the form of filling in for a vacationing nurse at the office or making house calls. She made house calls for various reasons, but she admitted that doing a cleansing prep was one of her favorites. Unfortunately, most people preferred to handle things on their own. But she was a firm believer that enemas were healthy and when she wasn't giving them to patients, she was taking them herself at home. I saw this as my chance to find out if she was dating someone and asked, "So you don't have someone available to help you take your enemas?"
Before she could answer, a cramp hit me. I rolled some and groaned a bit. Sharon clamped off the flow and reached around to massage my stomach again. "Is that better?", she asked. I nodded. I looked over at the enema bag and it was just under half full. She noticed me looking and smiled again. "See, almost half done. I told you this one would be easier. Ready for me to start it again." I just nodded again and felt the tube stir as she opened the clamp again. But then she started sliding the tube in and out of me and continued to massage my stomach. It was at this point that I noticed that my cock was starting to stir.
"Where were we, oh, do I have to take my enemas solo? Yes, unfortunately, the answer to that question is yes. My husband used to give them to me, but since he passed away, I do them solo. I have never been one to get out, so I don't meet many single men. So I don't see my situation changing anytime soon." I was really beginning to enjoy the contact of her rubbing my stomach and the tube sliding in and out, but hoped she didn't slip and feel my hard cock now hidden by my leg. I don't know if she was aware of the effect she and the enema were having on me, but I decided to take a chance.
"Sharon", I asked, "has anyone ever asked you out before while you were giving them an enema?" She let out a giggle and leaned over me and asked me to my face, "Why Dave, are you asking me out?" I couldn't even answer, looking deep into her eyes, I just nodded. "Dave you are such a good patient, and nice gentleman, I would be honored to go out with you." And with that, she gave me a quick kiss on my forehead. I must have had a huge grin on my face as I rolled over and finished taking my enema. Neither of us said another word as the solution finished draining from the bag. But the whole time, Sharon slid the tube in and out, in and out and massaged my stomach. Sharon started to pull the tube out and pull back her hand, when she made contact with my hidden erection. "Oh my, what do we have here?"
I must have turned 5 shades of red due to the embarrassment. Any urge to use the bathroom was gone. I was enjoying the enema and what she was doing to me and now I had blown it by letting her notice the effect it was having. All I could get out was, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean....." She put her finger up to my lips. "It's ok Dave, I didn't mean to embarrass you. That is a perfectly natural reaction to an enema for men and some women. For men, the tube and the water puts pressure on the prostate gland which in many cases causes an erection." I didn't know what to say, so I just smiled.
Finally she broke the silence, "Do you need to go, or do you want to try and hold it a little longer?" I said, "I think I am ready to go." I rolled off the bed and headed to the bathroom as Sharon left the bedroom heading for the kitchen again. This time, as I expelled the enema, it came out pretty quick. I guess there wasn't much left to wash out of me. I finished up in about 10 minutes and headed back into the bedroom. Sharon was waiting for me again with another full bag of clear water.
"Ok Dave, I want you on your hands and knees for the rinse enema. Butt up in the air, and your head down on your pillows." As I got into position, she asked me to spread my legs a bit. Once again, I felt the rubber gloved hand on my backside as she separated my buttocks. Then I felt the tube slide inside me again. "This enema solution is warm salt water. It will be soothing to your colon and will help wash out any remaining soap. It shouldn't cramp, but let me know if it does." I just pushed my head into my pillow and enjoyed what was being done to me. Neither one of us spoke at this point, but she did continue to slide the tube in and out as I filled. Before I knew it, I felt her pull the tube out completely. "There you go, all done. Do you want to hold it a while, or do you need to go right now." I told Sharon that the urge to go wasn't strong and I could try and hold it a bit longer. "That's my boy", she said as she removed her rubber gloves and took down the dry enema bag.
I was still in position when I felt her start to rub my lower back. "You've been an excellent patient for me tonight Dave. When you are done expelling this enema, please don't flush the toilet. I want to make sure we are finished, ok?" I just nodded, enjoying the hell out of her touching me. Then she leaned closer to me and added, "And I am looking forward to having dinner with you." I turned and looked into those blue eyes again and said, "me too!" Then I told her I thought I had better go and rolled off the bed and headed to the bathroom.
The enema seemed to come out faster than it went in. And it was all clear water. When I was finished, I called Sharon to come inspect the results. She walked in and looked into the toilet and smiled. It looks like my work here is done. You should be already for your test tomorrow. Then she walked back out of the bathroom as I stopped to wash up and get cleaned up. On my out of the bathroom, I grabbed my robe.
I expected Sharon to be waiting for me in the living room, but she was sitting on my bed waiting, looking a little nervous. She motioned for me to come over and sit down next to her. As I sat on the bed, I noticed the enema bag was full again and hanging over the nightstand. Sharon took a deep breath, took my hand in hers and looked into my eyes. "Dave, you have been an excellent patient and I have completed my duties here, do you understand me?" At first I didn't understand. But she took my head into her hands, kissed me deeply on my lips and repeated herself, "I have completed my duties here as Nurse Johnson. What I am doing now is as Sharon." With that, she pulled me up from the bed. I've always loved kissing and I started to get another erection just from her kiss and touch alone. She took my robe off, removed my t-shirt, and pushed me down on the bed. Then she reached back and started to remove her nurse's uniform. She stepped out of her dress, released her hair from its bun. It flowed down around her shoulders like honey. She then removed her bra and panties. She was truly gorgeous!
Lying on the bed watching her strip caused my erection to grow even bigger. She leaned over and kissed the head of my rock hard cock and said she knew just what that needed. I asked her if I was going to get another enema, but she shook her head and said that was for her and asked me if I could handle giving it to her. I mumbled something like, "I think so." I was in total shock, I thought stuff like this only happened in Penthouse Forum! Sharon unrolled a condom on my stiff member, and climbed onto the bed with me. Then slowly, she lowered herself onto me. I've always found the first penetration to be the most exciting, entering another person in the most personal way. I couldn't believe how wet she was.
Once I was completely insider her, she leaned over on top of me and kissed me deeply again. She took the tube of the enema bag and placed it into my hand. "Please insert this into me and turn it on", she said. I didn't need to be told twice. I reached back and slid the tube into her tight ass. I opened the clamp and started to slide the tube in and out of her as she had done to me. When I started that, she started to rock back and forth on top of me. It didn't take long before she started moaning and squirming. I was getting off just watching her and feeling her get off on me and the enema. All off a sudden, she tensed up and let out a scream. That triggered my orgasm and I started bucking underneath her. She jumped several times, but didn't relax for a good 90 seconds. Then she lowered herself back on top of me and nuzzled under my chin as the rest of the enema drained into her.
As the bag gurgled, she looked up at me and thanked me for the best enema she'd ever had. She said that she hadn't been with another man since her husband had died, but things just seemed so right to do it with me tonight. I looked into her eyes and kissed her like I've never kissed a woman before. We both had another orgasm before she had to get up and expel her enema. When she got back to the bed, she started to get dressed. I asked her to spend the night but she said no. "You've got a big test tomorrow and a date with a hot nurse to plan!" She gathered up all her equipment and put it in the gym bag.
As she was leaving, she kissed me again and said, "Good luck tomorrow. I will give you a call and see how things went. Thank you for a wonderful evening and I look forward to our first date, and showing you my collection", she said with a wink.
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