~Subject: WATER SPORTS WITH A NURSE 2/2

~From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)

~Date: 14 Jun 1996 13:44:41 GMT

~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories





                  WATER SPORTING WITH A NURSE!

                         ---Chapter 2---



She sat back down and lowered the end of the Angstrom pump

into the soapy water, pumped the bulb gently, just enough to get

the air out, then inserted the black bulb-tipped nozzle into the

bardex tubing, pushing it in all the way.  It was a tight fit.

She released the clamp and began to pump the warm soapy water

inside of me, against the contractions.  On and on she pumped,

and my bowels grew more and more distended.  I panted for breath.



She paused.  "No more, please, Missy.  I can't take any more,

I'll burst," I begged.



"OH, yes you can.  And you will," she answered, giving a few

fast strong pumps into my bardex.  "You have about a quart to

go," she said.



Missy stood up and began to take off her clothes.  She had

her back to me, and as her blouse fell to the floor I caught a

glimpse of two firm globes, not large, but with upturned nipples,

large as grapes and erect.  They were a rose color, and I thought

probably darker than usual.  Her skirt fell to the floor and

Missy's full ass, slightly hanging with its own weight, but not

enough to even cause a crease, appeared in front of my face.  She

looked back down over her shoulder, smiling at me, then bent

slowly forward to pick up her clothing.  Her cheeks spread

further apart, and I could see that what had been a mere

glistening of moisture had become a very swollen and wet sex.

Her clit peeped from between the folds, and I couldn't take my

eyes off of it.  She straightened up and turned around, saying,

"So you didn't want me to bathe?  Well you're going to bathe me

with your tongue.  You'll start with my ass hole."



"No, I won't," I said.  "Want to bet?" she said, and gave

three fast and furious pumps into my aching tummy.  Then she got

onto the bed and straddled my head, facing my feet.  She slowly

spread her knees far apart, then bent forward and lowered her

bottom, stretched taught, toward my mouth.  There was no escape,

and again I breathed in her darker musk.  I saw her sphincter

begin to relax, and her anus brushed my lips.  "Lick it," she

ordered, and I tentatively touched Missy's wrinkled pink hole,

now slightly parted, with my tongue.  The taste was slightly

salt, slightly bitter, not at all unpleasant, and I pushed my

tongue hard into her rectum.  She relaxed her sphincter still

more, and maybe a half inch of my tongue went in.  "Lick it

hard," she ordered, and I did, until quite suddenly she slid her

bottom backwards, and I found my mouth enfolded in her wet and

glistening lips.  On more familiar ground now I licked up and

down the outer lips, then between the outer and inner lips,

carefully avoiding her clitoris.



She tried to force her clit into the path of my tongue, and

finally I let her succeed.  I gently circled it, flicked it with

the tip of my tongue, pushed my tongue as far into her vagina as

it would go, then back out and all around again.  The salt taste

and slight urine scent gave way to pure sexual excretion tastes,

and I swallowed them as fast as they came into my mouth.



Missy leaned further forward, held my balls in one hand and

reached the other around and under so that she could tug on the

bardex tube.  The sensation was wonderful.  I felt her wonderful

warm wet mouth suck most of my penis into her mouth, and again

she said she liked thick ones.  She caressed and sucked, licking

the length of my cock, then sucking the swollen purple glans,

then sucking most of it back into her mouth, then around between

cheek and teeth, and I felt my orgasm building.  Missy felt it,

too, for she stopped the delicious torment and pinched the glans

hard with her lips until the beginning throbs subsided.  I heard

her suck in the first drops of pre-orgasm fluid and savor the

taste, then swallow it.  She resumed sucking and her hair brushed

back and forth over my thighs as she slid her mouth up and down.

Twice more she pinched off my orgasm and I begged for release.

Her own orgasm was building, and suddenly I felt the hard quick

contractions, almost like hiccups in her loins.  Her juices

flowed, and my own orgasm built up and built up, until -- feeling

as though it was beginning from behind my knees -- she brought me

over the top and my semen squirted down her throat in long

powerful spurts.  The sensations were so intense the whole room

spun and I sucked her vagina as dry as I could, moaning with

pleasure.



Finally she let my cock fall out of her mouth with a slight

sucking sound, and still swallowing, said in a thick voice, "Now

what will you do to make me let you release your enema?"  I

groaned, and she pumped another squirt into my bowel.

"Anything," I gasped.



Missy said she wanted me to get up and go into the bathroom

and sit on the toilet, straddling the tank and facing the wall.

"Then I'll let it out, but I want to watch," she said.  After

releasing the restraints and clamping off the bardex tube she

pulled the Angstrom pump out and held the two air bulbs behind me

as I hobbled into the bathroom.   I  did as she had instructed,

and she released one of the air valves.  The air hissed out, and

I realized she had let the air out of the outer balloon.  That

was enough to release part of the seal, and I felt fluid dribble

out in small spurts as each contraction sent the liquid surging

down into my rectum and against the remaining balloon.  Missy

watched and giggled, and I blushed to the roots of my hair.  Then

she began to let the air out of the other balloon, slowly, until

at last a powerful contraction forced it out in a powerful and

long gush.  The liquid kept gushing, with pauses in between

contractions, and she watched for what seemed a long time.  I

kept flushing the toilet, and finally most of it was out.  She

handed me a hot wet wash cloth and told me to clean up, then get

in the bathtub on my elbows and knees.



I looked at her with astonishment, and she laughed and said

it was important to get all of the stimulant out, "Otherwise you

might have an accident."  I looked around and saw the red enema

bag hanging right up against the ceiling, suspended from a shower

hook attached to the vent.  The long black hose had only about

two feet on the floor, and I realized that the bag was at least 8

feet up.  What was worse, it was at least twice its normal size,

and when I asked about that Missy explained that she had pumped

it up, using the Angstrom pump, while taking my temperature.  I

had forgotten about that pumping noise, and it was obvious that

what was once a two quart was now at least a 3 or 4 quart bag,

and under great pressure from the elastic red rubber.



She left the bathroom, turning on the fan and shutting the

door.  "I'll be right back," she said and I admired the sway and

wiggle of her gorgeous bum.



She returned in a few minutes, carrying what looked like a

black plastic tube, about 30 inches long, and with a fat bulb on

the end with water holes in front and on four sides.  The tube

looked quite thick, and Missy reached for the end of the black

rubber tubing.  Into this she inserted a slightly oversize

nozzle, then shoved that nozzle into the other end of the 30 inch

tube.  ""Ever see an enema nozzle this long?" she asked, and I

gulped that I hadn't and what was it used for?  She said it was

for giving "high colonic enemas" to bad boys, and began to smear

KY onto the bulbed tip.  I could see that, though firm, the black

enema nozzle was really quite flexible.  "Think it'll all fit

in?" she asked, and again I begged her not to try.  "Into the

tub," she ordered, and again I obeyed.



She knelt down and slowly forced the bulbed tip past my

sphincter, then slid it quite quickly past the first curve of

my colon by pushing the tubing down thereby pressing the tip up

towards my backbone.  She fed the tube on up until it came to a

stop at the top of my colon, and she said that now the fun

begins.  "You must hold this enema in yourself, there is no

bardex plug to help you.  I don't want to get splashed," she

said, and then released the clamp.  Instantly the powerful surge

of water from the distended red bag, and the air that was in the

tube cleared the blockage and Missy again started, and kept on,

shoving the black nozzle up my colon, across the top and back

down the other side.



"There, it's all in," she said, standing up.  "Hold it as

long as you can, then just let it flush you out.  It will really

make you feel a lot better."  I was beginning to feel enormously

full, and the effort to hold it in became too great.  Missy

laughed as the first gush emptied out alongside the tubing and

ran down the drain, fortunately at my feet.



"Clean yourself up, then you can play with me.  You've been

such a good boy I'll let you do anything you want with me."

"Really?" I asked, and she said yes, only I had to stop if she

asked me to.



She was right, and the water that flushed out of by rectum

gradually ran free and clear, first of soap and then completely

clear.  When the last of the flush had passed through I began to

pull the tube out, and it just kept coming and coming until at

last the fat little bulb popped out.  I felt completely drained,

also a bit cold, and so I took a long, hot shower, cleaning up

the equipment and the bathroom when I was finished.



I walked back into the bedroom, and Missy was lying on her

stomach, propped up on her elbows.  Her nipples were again

erect, and even darker it seemed to me.  Her legs were spread

quite far apart, and it seemed to me, by the way they were

rumpled, that she must have been grinding her pussy into the

sheets.  She smiled at my growing salute to her beauty, then

spread her cheeks with her left hand.  Lying flat, Missy wet her

right index finger and began to push it into her rectum.  She

pulled it out to wet it again, and this time pushed it all the

way in.  When she pulled it out she sniffed it, then sucked it,

and smiling said "You really did quite a good job."



"That's not the hole I want," I said.  "Roll over.  Now

masturbate yourself."  Missy did so until I could resist no

longer and, climbing between her beautiful thighs, buried my face

in her damp.  I licked carefully up and down the folds, in and

out of her vagina, down to her anus, back to her clit, all the

while feeling my own excitement building and building.  I wet and

slid my right middle finger into her anus, not very far at first,

then my right index finger into her vagina, gradually insinuating

each deeper and deeper.  I concentrated more and more on her

clit, and when I could feel her getting near the top, freed my

fingers and slowly began to shove my thick cock into her wet and

slippery sex.  She winced a bit at its thickness, but then shoved

herself down onto it, and I felt enfolded by warm, wet, clinging,

gripping, delicious vagina.  I reached between her legs and

gently massaged her clitoris as my cock slid slowly in and out,

and she began to breath harder, and -- very fast -- began to have

her orgasmic contractions.  I quickly accelerated my own in and

out thrusts, pushing against the back of her vagina on the in

stroke, nearly pulling free on the out stroke, and my own orgasm

followed hard and fast, again coming from deep down inside and

spurting the whole length of my cock.  We kissed, long and

deeply.  "That's the best I've ever had," I said, and I meant it.



Missy contracted her vaginal muscles in response and smiled

sleepily.