~Subject: WATER SPORTS WITH A NURSE

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

~Date: 14 Jun 1996 13:43:50 GMT

~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories







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 WATER SPORTING WITH A NURSE!

                         ---Chapter 1---



 I remember the last time an RN touched me.  I had gone to the

proctologist for a colonoscopy (routine after 35, though still very

unpleasant), and the RN had told me to take off all of my clothes

and put on a hospital gown, the kind that opens in the back.  She

left the room, returning in about five minutes.  She told me to lie

down on the examining table on my left side, which I did,

embarrassed that the gown fell open, thoroughly exposing me to

her.  She was a redhead, petite, with a serious but sexy face,

small breasts, and a gorgeous behind, a rounded oval, like a pair

of soft boiled eggs pressed together.   I do not think she wore

panties, because there was no line, just the full curves with the

darker line formed by her crack.  She also had a large mound of

venus, which protruded forward slightly through her white

uniform.



She crossed the room behind me, and I knew she was looking

at me.  She opened a drawer and I heard her putting on a rubber

examining glove.  She passed in front of me, opened another

drawer and took out a tube of KY jelly. She put a large blob on

her gloved index finger (she made sure I could see her doing

that), then passed behind me.  She spread my cheeks with her

other hand, then dabbed the cold jelly onto my anus, spreading it

around and pushing her finger in just a bit.  I pushed myself

back onto her finger, and it went in a bit further.  "Naughty,

naughty!" she laughed, pulled her finger out (quite slowly), then

pulled off the glove and left the room, saying the doctor would

be in shortly.  By the time he did come in my erection had

subsided, but I still fantasize over that sexy RN. ...



I met Missy through an adult BBS, like this one. Missy

called my office one day, later on in the Spring, and said she'd

be in my neck of the woods in a few days, staying at the Holiday

Inn in Alexandria.  I asked if she wanted to meet, and she said

yes, she did, and that I should bring my own "toys".  She said

she would bring hers.  I told her not to bathe for a day before,

and not to wear any undergarments, just a skirt and blouse.

Missy agreed with a laugh, saying that the sense of smell was

very important to her, too.



I packed an extra briefcase with the equipment I wanted her

to have available to use on me, including a 10 foot length of

black rubber tubing, some clamps to shut off the water flow at

various places, a large capacity pumpkin water bag (about 3

quarts), a regular size red rubber 2 quart water bottle with a

stopper that had a protruding, ribbed nipple to fit inside the

enema tubing, various nozzles, two air pumps, a double bardex

enema catheter, 4 regular Fleet enemas, 4 bowel stimulant Fleet

enemas, liquid Ivory soap, two butt plugs (one that was

inflatable using an air pump and that also had a built in

vibrator), and an Angstrom pump with a slightly bulbed enema

nozzle tip, plus the usual surgical examining gloves, condoms.

KY, etc.



I waited for her call, and my expectations filled my mind.

Anticipation is a large part of the fun, don't you agree?  When

she finally called she gave me the room number, and I said I'd be

there around noon.  "Can you take the afternoon off?" she asked,

and I said of course.



I showed up in front of room 403 exactly at noon, knocked,

and the door opened.  Sue motioned me in, shut the door and

locked it.  Then, without a word, she put her left hand behind my

neck and pulled me down to kiss her parted lips.  She shoved her

tongue all the way in, and as I sucked on it she undid my fly and

fumbled my cock and balls out.  My cock was not erect, just

tumescent and heavy in her hand, though it began to grow in

thickness and length.  When she pulled away she shifted her grip

to my balls, and, gazing into my eyes, squeezed.  "Hi.  Hurt?"

she asked, as I grunted with the pain.  She looked at my cock,

now grown still larger, and said she liked thick ones.



"My turn," I said, and motioned her over to the right hand

of the two single beds.  "Sit right on the edge and lie back," I

said, and then knelt down, spreading her knees apart.  "Pull your

knees up to your shoulders," I said, and she did, exposing

herself as fully as it is possible to do.  There was a glistening

between the folds of her labia, which were quite large and

protruded about an inch, maybe more, and her pubic hair was fine,

almost silky.  I brushed my nose through the hair, inhaling her

lovely musk.  I put my thumbs on either side of her stretched ass

cheeks and spread them still wider apart, gazing into her exposed

anus and breathing its darker, earthier scent.  It was wrinkled

tight shut, a pale pink color, and only with the greatest

difficulty did I keep from plunging my face into her sex to

explore her taste as well as her scent.  I pulled her legs down.

Missy sat up, wondering what I thought.  I said, "Beautiful,

perfectly beautiful."



Missy smiled and said, "Shall I start with you?  Or do you

want to start?"  I told her to go ahead.  "Take all of your

clothes off, and lie down on your left side, knees drawn up," she

said.  While I was doing so she went through the briefcase of my

toys which she had taken into the bathroom.  She returned shortly

and I felt something small and cold slide into my rectum.  "Just

checking your temp.  I want to be sure you can stand what I have

in mind," she said, and returned to the bathroom.  I listened

carefully, trying to figure out what she was doing.  I heard her

fill the red rubber bag and screw in the stopper, attach the

tubing and clamp it off when the air all ran out.  Then I heard

her filling the sink, then the unmistakable sounds of the

Angstrom pump.  Missy pumped for quite a while. ...



She returned, wiggled the thermometer around inside

me, tickling my prostate, then pulled it out and returned to

the bathroom without a sound.  I heard the thermometer as she set

it on the sink, then heard an examining glove being pulled on.

I could even hear the air escaping from around her fingers.  She

returned and put a blob of KY on her gloved finger.  She spread

my cheeks and dabbed it onto my anus.  Then, swiftly, she pushed

her index finger all the way in and wiggled it around, giving  me

an expert, albeit brief, prostate massage.  Then she lubricated

the double bardex and began to force it into my rectum, first one

of the deflated balloons, then the other.  My sphincter pulled

them each the last inch or so of the way in, but to my surprise

Missy kept slowly forcing the tubing up into my colon.  When the

two air tubes on either side of the bardex water tubing would let

it go no further, she attached the two inflators.  She pumped the

one that inflated the second balloon first, and as it was quite

far up inside me I had only the sensation of a growing need to

evacuate.  Then she pumped up the first balloon, and the need to

go got a lot stronger.  I tried to hold it back, but the tubing

was pushed back out until the rearward balloon was stopped by my

sphincter.  Missy suddenly began to pump both at once, and I

gasped at the incredible sensation of being full, really full,

painfully full.  When she released the air from the rearward

balloon it passed right out, and I had the feeling of having just

had a huge movement.  Missy released the air in the first

balloon, and all sensation disappeared, except for a comfortable

calm sense of release.



"How did that feel?" she asked. "Wonderful," I said.  "Good.

You won't like what's coming quite so much," and with that

she suddenly began to pump up the balloon that was still inside.

She gave six full, hard squeezes to the air pump, and I groaned

with pain.  She stopped, then suddenly gave another full fast

pump.  "No more, I can't take any more, you'll rupture me," I

begged.  "OK," she said, and then pumped up the outside balloon.

That had the effect of forcing the inside balloon back, hard,

against my sphincter.  "Not much going to get out of there now,"

she observed, and returned to the bathroom.



She brought back two regular Fleets and two stimulant

Fleets, and put them where I could see them on the bedside table.

She pumped one of the stimulant enemas, then a regular enema,

then another stimulant, then a regular Fleet up inside me, then

clamped off the tubing.  Within a matter of one or two minutes

the cramps began, and I had an overpowering urge to go.  "Now you

may lie on your back," she said, and pulling up a chair and

sitting down, she gathered my cock and balls into her hands and

began to fondle me.



"Stop thrashing around," she commanded, but the cramps and

contractions were too strong.  Even when I stopped struggling

to hold the liquid in it kept surging down my colon and pressing

against the bardex "plug", and I couldn't stop writhing.  Missy

got up, took two velcro tipped cords and secured my legs to the

bed's legs, pulling them apart, then with another pair of cords

secured my hands underneath so that my arms were pulled straight

out to the sides of the bed.  She sat back down again, and this

time kissed me tenderly while massaging my stomach, "to ease the

cramps," she said.  But the massage only made things worse.



Missy bent forward and stroked my cock, which began to grow

again.  She moved her head down, and her hair brushed my

contracting stomach.  Then I felt her warm wonderful suction as

she sucked my still growing cock into her mouth.  She held it

there for a while, then slid it between her cheek and teeth, then

back to her throat and in and out.  She squeezed my balls hard

enough to take my mind off the contractions, and I began to feel

the beginnings of an orgasm.  Missy suddenly stopped, got up and

went into the bathroom.



I heard water running, first into the sink, then into what

sounded like a bucket.  Then I heard the Ivory soap dispenser

squirting and the sound of the water and soap being mixed up.

She returned and I could see that she had nearly filled one of

the plastic wastebaskets full of warm soapy water.



"Those 4 Fleets didn't amount to more than a pint and a

half.  Now you're going to find out what a large volume enema

feels like.  I think this is about 3 quarts.  Think you can take

it?"  I begged her not to try, but Missy just laughed.



[Continues in Chapter 2...]