We retreated back to the ‘exam/class room’, and it was agreed that I was

once again to be the first recipient. Lolita and Angie both put on

medical frocks and I doffed my swim trunks. We all participated in the

preparation of my next bagful, which, it turned out, was once again

saline water. A fresh supply of gloves was broken out, and the lubricant

was made available in a pan of hot water on the instrument tray.

“O.K.” Lolita started. “Angie, I want you to try doing this on your own.

If I see something wrong, I’ll help you.” She looked at me: “Is that

O.K. with you?”

I said: “Fine by me.”

“O.K.” said Lolita. Moving a chair into a dark corner, she sat. “Go

ahead.”

Angie gave me a nervous, quizzical look. I gave her a gentle smile and a

reassuring wink.

“Nick,” she said, “I...I want you to get on the table and lie on your

left side.

I complied, as she watched.

“Bend your left knee a bit...there.” She continued: “Now bring your

right knee towards your chest.”

I obeyed, but evidently she wasn’t satisfied.

“A bit higher, Nick.” she ordered, placing her hand behind my knee and

nudging it upwards. “That’s better.”

I smiled inwardly, noting that she was starting to get into the spirit.

“O.K. Now I’m going to lubricate your rectum a bit.” She said, as she

pulled on a pair of gloves.

Next, she dispensed s bit of the warm K-Y onto her index finger.

“Ready?” she asked me.

“Ready.” I replied.

I felt Angie gently pull up my right cheek as she probed for my rectum

with her well-lubed finger.

“Bear down for me.” She ordered

I complied, and felt her finger slip inside me easily. She twisted it a

couple of times going in and out simultaneously. I was beginning to get

excited, and I moved to meet her finger, which she plunged as deep as

she could.

We heard Lolita’s voice from her corner: “Your middle finger would be

better, Angie. It’s a good half inch longer.”

“I’m sorry.” Then to me: “I’m sorry.” She gently withdrew her finger.

“S’O.K....we’re here to learn.”

Angie peeled off the glove she wore, and pulled a fresh one on. Then she

lubed her middle finger, which was, I saw, considerably longer than the

index one. I shuddered in anticipation.

Angie’s middle finger slipped in to my rectum easier than the other one

had as I was already somewhat lubed and relaxed. She resumed her rubbing

motions.

“How is it that I can massage the p..pro...” Angie stammered.

“Prostate.” Lolita finished for her. “Go in deep, with the ball of your

fingertip towards his scrotum. Then bend the finger as though you were

beckoning.”

Angie was a quick learner. She soon had me moaning softly, moving my

hips to the rhythm of her finger’s motion. I was in heaven.

“Don’t overdo it, Angie, or you’ll have him coming too soon.” Lolita

remarked.

Angie said: “Oh. O.K.” and withdrew her finger. “Sorry.”

“O.K.” I replied, frustrated.

Angie once again pulled off her right glove and donned another fresh

one. As she had seen Lolita do, she squeezed some K-Y onto a paper

towel, and rolled the waiting enema nozzle in it.

“You ready for your enema now?” she asked me.

“Uhuh” I said.

Taking the nozzle in her left hand, she pulled my right cheek up with

her right. Then having placed the tip of the nozzle at my opening, she

reached around and found my navel.

“O.K.” she said, “Here goes!”

As she slipped the nozzle in my waiting rectum, my half-erection became

fully hard, and Angie’s hand brushed against it as she withdrew from my

belly. She noticed it and giggled.

“Oops!” She giggled some more.

“I’m starting the water now. O.K.?”

“O.K.” I said, and heard the snap of the hose clamp.

I felt the water start its inexorable journey into my bowel. It was warm

and I was comfortable as I started filling up. I felt good, and was

tempted to reach down and play with my raging erection, but I abstained.

Moments passed, and I felt the first wave of discomfort.

“Uuhh” I moaned.

“Getting full?” Angie asked. Without waiting for an answer, she reached

for my belly and started massaging as Lolita had taught us. The pain

eased, and I thought I heard a soft moaning from Lolita’s corner. I

glanced in that direction, and in the dim light I saw that Lolita was

playing with herself, eyes closed, fingering one of her nipples with one

hand as she rubbed her crotch with the other. I said nothing, but

privately enjoyed the spectacle, as my excitement mounted.

The show was interrupted by Angie, who was oblivious of what was

transpiring.

“O.K.” she said. “The bag is empty. How long does he need to hold the

water?”

Lolita shook herself from her private moment and, composing herself,

said: “In a medical situation, ten to fifteen minutes is standard.” She

continued: “But because this is play, the time is immaterial. However

long you feel is necessary.”

Angie looked down at me, a questioning look on her face.

“I’m O.K.” I said. Since there was no soap or other ingredients in the

solution, I was not uncomfortable, just full.

Angie asked: “How am I doing?”

Lolita said: “You did well. Actually, you did very well, considering the

fact that it was a first time for you.”

“I agree.” I added. “But, as you said, this is just play, so I think

I’ll go relieve myself.

Silence.

“Young lady,” I continued, “Would you be kind enough to unplug me?”

Lolita and I laughed.

Angie blushed. “I’m sorry!” and she gently pulled the nozzle from my

bottom.

I returned a few minutes later to see that Angie sat on the exam table,

naked, and Lolita stood near her, with her hand on Angie’s shoulder. I

had the feeling I had interrupted something.

“Uhh...Do I need to come back later?” I asked.

Lolita looked at me, then at Angie. Angie smiled, and shook her head.

“Well, now, Doctor Nick,” Lolita quipped, “Are you ready for your

patient? Of course not! You need your smock!”

She reached in a cabinet, and produced a white medical coat, handing it

to me. I put it on. It was a close fit.

“Now you’re ready, I see.” She continued “I’ve already prepared the

equipment, so go ahead. I’ll be here if you need me.” She went and sat

in the dark corner again.

In a moment of silence, I composed myself.

“Angie,” I said, “Do you understand what I’m about to do with you?”

She nodded.

I continued: “I want you to know that I have no intention of hurting

you, and that if you feel the slightest discomfort, you should let me

know. O.K.?”

She nodded again, and smiled nervously.

“O.K.” I said. “I want you to lie down on your left side. Get as

comfortable as you wish.”

Angie layed down and shuffled around, centering herself on the narrow

exam table. She automatically drew up her left leg a bit, and her right

more sharply. She knew the position.

As I donned a pair of gloves, I said: “Angie, I want you to try to

relax. The first thing I’m going to do is to lubricate your rectum.

O.K.?”

“Umm...Okay.”

I squeezed a generous amount of the warm K-Y on my middle finger, and

approached my ‘patient’. I put my hand on her hip. “You O.K.?”

“Yes.”

“O.K. Now relax.”

I lifted her right cheek to expose a beautiful little rosebud anus. I

rubbed a bit of the lubricant on the opening. She gave a quick gasp.

“Angie, I want you to pant like a puppy.”

She complied, and as she began to pant, I felt her sphincter relax. I

entered her opening slowly, gently, feeling it relax as Angie panted.

Soon I was in to the middle knuckle of my finger. I started slowly

twisting my finger.

“Your finger is bigger than Nurse Lolita’s.” Angie remarked.

“Am I hurting you?” I asked.

“Um...No...Go ahead.” she replied.

I pushed in deeper, twisting as I went, feeling the warmth of her

insides. I heard Angie let out a quiet sigh.

“O.K.?”

“Mmmmmm.....” She sighed again, moving slightly, matching my finger’s

motions.

I continued for about a half minute then said: “I think you’re ready,

Angie. Are you?”

“I’m ready.” she said.

I gently withdrew my finger and peeled the greasy glove off. I donned

another one, and went through the procedure of lubricating the waiting

enema nozzle. I looked at Angie’s face. Her eyes were closed, and she

displayed a serene look. I looked at Lolita. Her eyes met mine, and she

gave me a slow nod.

“All right, Angie.” I said, “I’m going to insert the nozzle now.”

Lifting her cheek once more, I poised the nozzle at her entryway, and

then reached my free hand around to find her navel.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Mmhmm.” she nodded slowly.

I started the insertion. Angie gave a light gasp and arched her back,

presenting her anus to meet my gentle thrust.

“Mmmm!” she muttered.

“There.” I said. “That was easy.” I continued: “Angie, may I start the

water now?”

“Mmmhmm...” She nodded, a look of rapture on her face.

I reached for the hose clamp and opened it a couple of notches. Moments

passed.

“Ohhh!” Angie sighed.

“O.K.?” I asked.

“Mmmm...” was her reply.

“Remember to tell me if you start to feel uncomfortable, Angie.”

“Mmmm...O.K.” she said, almost whispering.

When the bag was about half empty, Angie reached down toward her

stomach. I went to rub her belly, but she pushed my hand away.

“S’O.K.” she said.

And I saw that she had been reaching for her crotch. I saw the tip of

her finger peek from between her legs as she inserted it between her

gleaming labia.

She sighed, and sighed again. Then she began panting as her finger

rubbed her clitoris, and she began a back-and-forth movement with her

hips.

I looked over at Lolita. She too was lost in ecstasy, rubbing her own

crotch. I could hear her sighing as well. I looked at the bag and saw

that it was empty, but chose to let it be, lest I cut a beautiful moment

short.

“Aaahhh!” came Angie’s orgasm.

“Aaahhh!” came Lolita’s.

The two women were breathing hard, as they began relaxing, satisfied for

the moment.

“Mmmm” said Angie. “Is all the water almost done?”

“It’s all gone, inside you.” I said, patting her on the bottom.

“Mmmmm...” She lay still, her breathing slowing.

Lolita composed herself and got up. She came to the table and stroked

Angie’s head.

“You see? There was nothing to worry about!

Angie smiled up at her, then at me. Then her eyes got bigger.

“I think I need to go.” she said.

“O.K.” I replied, and pulled the nozzle out of her rectum.

Angie got up and went to relieve herself. Lolita and I cleaned up the

‘exam/class room’.

“I don’t know about you two,” Lolita said when Angie got finished, “But

I’m going back out to the hot tub.”