TY

While Ty Hudson had just undergone 3 surgeries in the last 7 weeks, his recovery was slow to gain momentum. But there was one thing that he began to look forward to and that was his nurse Tawny Roberts bringing the cart every other afternoon to give him an enema. The regimen had more than one purpose: First, Ty couldn’t yet get up to the bathroom and Tawny did not want him trying to strain to relieve himself in the bedpan. Second it was much easier for Ty to undergo physical therapy with his bowels empty. Third, was an intangible and that was because Tawny realized that Ty looked forward to these sessions and it helped him from becoming depressed and if that happened she knew it would slow his recovery, worse perhaps it could spiral him into a dangerous deep state of depression. She was effervescent when she first came with the cart, as she got the enema ready; even as she helped put the bed pan under him. But she gradually became sultry as she lubricated him. For his part, Ty was sure that with each new session, she gradually probed deeper and longer into his ass. It felt good; perhaps the only good feeling that he could remember for a long time. It was the only really good feeling that he got these dark days and he would always hold tightly to her hand and close his eyes. But there was something that he was yet unaware of that Tawny was acutely aware of: he had be letting out soft, almost inaudible moans as she probed him and over the last 4 sessions he had been moaning in pleasure as the warm enema slowly filled him. When he was able to take Tawny’s entire enema, she would be very pleased and then she would lean over and kiss him on the cheek. Then Tawny would stay with him, telling him not to strain, often gently rubbing his abdomen, telling him that he still had to heal. Was Tawny enjoying these sessions as much as he was? It was a fleeting thought that didn’t linger-pushed out of his mind-something he was not yet ready to face.

DARCY

In the meantime, Darcy Rehnquist was undergoing something of a catharsis. The newspaper article would turn out to be one of those fateful decisions. That evening, after her workout, she brought the paper into her apartment and sat it by her nightstand. Another fateful decision that Darcy made was to begin to love Darcy, because she realized that she would not attract a man…well like that guy in the newspaper, unless she was really Ok with herself and this evening she was going to do something that she should have done a long time ago; she was going to make love to herself. She undressed and put on just her robe over her nude body, then went to her night stand and took out her vibrator and laid it in the middle of her bed. Next she went into the bathroom took a bottle of bleach from under the sink and turned on the hot water in the tub, then thoroughly cleaned her enema set. Then she filled it back up with very warm water and took it and hung it on the picture hook where the picture of her last worthless boyfriend had been before she had taken it down and thrown it in the dumpster at work. She tuned into to her favorite FM station and played soft faint music. She piled up three pillows and then took off her robe and then she lay down on her back. She closed her eyes and thought about it. Yes, she knew that she deserved this because if she didn’t love herself, how could she expect anyone else to love her.

Darcy reached up and took the enema hose in her hand about 2” from the end of the nozzle and brought it down in front of her where she examined it for a little while. It was a very high quality set that she had taken from her grandmother’s house after she died and it had a large curved black fluted thing that didn’t look like it would feel good up her butt; although amazingly it actually felt wonderful once it was lubricated and slowly worked up inside her. She smiled to herself and picked up the jar of Vaseline off of her night stand, pulled off the lid and dipped the nozzle in jar about ¼ “ or so. When she pulled the nozzle back up to inspect it, she was satisfied that it was properly lubed and then Darcy’s heart rate went up a little and her breathing increased; she could feel a warm flush go up her neck into her face, as she arched her back and touched the nozzle to her asshole. “Oh that is exquisite!” she whispered to herself. She pushed out a little with a sultry grunt, as she pushed the nozzle, until her sensuous asshole relented and let the nozzle begin to enter her. “Ummm…god damn that feels so good!” She gasped to herself as she pushed it all the way up her ass, and then wiggled her butt to help the nozzle get seated just the way she wanted it to. “Good to go!” She whispered to herself and then she held the enema hose clamp in her left hand, as she picked up her vibrator with her right hand.

“No sense rushing this…let’s just take it slow, Girl, and see just how good we can make this feel.” She whispered to herself. Then Darcy unclamped the enema hose and felt a nice warm surge and then she slowed it way down and then heard the soft whir of her vibrator as she turned it on to low and softly rubbed her pussy and clitoris. “Now this is really wonderful.” She said out loud to herself, as she squeezed her pelvic muscles forcing some of her enema out of her rectum and up into her colon while alternating stronger strokes with her vibrator. She mused to herself, “I wonder if a guy would feel this good up my ass…the right guy…whoever that might be…no clue…now it’s just me and my vibrator…and of course my nice warm enema!”

Her pelvic muscles squeezed again and the whir of the vibrator increased to a stronger tempo; she gasped, “Oh…eh, uh…Oooohh. FUCK YES!” The first wave of her orgasm had passed through like a wave crashing on the beach. Her ass felt wonderful but she was beginning to feel pressure so she turned the vibrator up all the way. It made a distinctively hard mechanical sound…but it had good power and she stuck it all the way up her wet juicy pussy and began to fuck herself with it, making sure to bring it up against her erect clitoris on the back stroke. “Fuck this…I’m going for it all the way!” She groaned and opened the clamp on her enema…all the way. She felt a very warm whoosh as the enema surged unabated up her sensuous ass and this caused her masturbation to go into a hyper-frenetic mode; it was something like what a huge tidal wave must feel like as it overtakes you…inexorably…there is nothing that you can do to stop it, “Ah…aawww…oooh…SHIT…uuhhhh…EEHHH…OOOO…FFUUCKK…FUUCKK! Ya…Oh…YEAH! Oh God Damn THAT FELT GOOD!” Darcy wanted to rest and enjoy the feeling…only she was now clear full of enema and her sense of urgency was beginning to grow.

Not wanting to take the chance of any leakage, Darcy left the enema nozzle impaled up inside her now tightly clamped butt and carefully got up and took her enema bag off of the hook, then backed off of her bed backwards until she felt steady on her feet. Walking fast into her bathroom carrying her enema bag with her, Darcy was experiencing heavy cramping as her body was now desperately trying to expel the full enema that was deep up inside her body. Reaching her toilet, she was thankful that the great enema surging within her had not forced its way out yet. She squatted, pulled the enema nozzle from her ass and sat down just as a raging torrent of still warm enema washed out of her. She didn’t strain against it; she didn’t want to. Eroticism crept its way back into her psyche after most of the pressure had subsided even though that she knew that the enema was far from being over, as Darcy slowly ran two fingers over her swollen clitoris. She didn’t think about the propriety of her act, it was strictly an impulse; she had no one to criticize her and no one else to satisfy…and this felt good.

Her hand was a blur, but that build up to the climax that she so desperately wanted again was slow in intensity, until she quit letting her enema come out and she squeezed down and held it. Now…fast…and even a little hard, she was literally beating herself off. She was getting there..., “Oh…him…the one in the hospital…Oh yeah up my ass…oooo, eh, eh, eh…Ahww!” That cummy had been hard to achieve, but she was compelled to concentrate on expelling the entire contents of her bowels.

The warm shower felt exquisite and she washed herself fastidiously; she planned on sleeping in the nude tonight. She smiled to herself; she deserved the sensuality of feeling the fresh sheets next to her naked body. She marveled at her experience this evening. Three…count them…three orgasms from one very warm enema! That was three more than she normally experienced with any of her so-called boyfriends. In her bed by a little after 8 pm she picked up the newspaper that she had brought home. The thought of him, a guy she didn’t even know what he looked like-she shook her head, as a way of admonishing herself-she had used the fantasy of him performing anal sex with her to finally achieve her third orgasm. Darcy put down the paper and picked up her book, Tropic of Cancer, by Henry Miller and started reading. Darcy enjoyed reading erotic literature before going to sleep. It was an easy way to experience sexuality vicariously through the thoughts of the author, in many instances the first time she had ever heard of that particular act.

Over the next few weeks, Darcy exercised daily at her gym after work. She hadn’t lost that much weight, but it was being redistributed and she was getting toned. She could tell that guys liked watching her and she liked that. Her attitude and her general outlook on life had steadily improved over the last few weeks. She was happier than she could ever remember. The catharsis of her personality change was to bring Darcy benefits that she could not yet imagine.

TY

This last month was particularly hard for Ty. The physical rehabilitation was difficult and very painful. Psychologically he was manifesting the classic signs of clinical depression. He had been in extraordinary physical shape before the shooting and now he was worried that he would never feel like he used to. The only bright light in his day was Tawny Roberts and lying in his hospital bed he was looking forward to her coming with her familiar cart. He liked to think of it as her enema cart; perhaps that's how she even referred to it in her own mind. He thought about her often because he thought that she seemed to enjoy the whole process of administering the enemas to him, she even seemed to fuss over what came out of him. He wasn’t sure; were there some health issues that she looked for? He felt at ease thinking of her; he was unaware of his nap.

“Ty…honey…wake up Ty”, he heard her say as he opened his eyes and there she was; beautiful, shapely, full of the zest of life, and she was smiling at him. The large enema bag was already hanging and very full. Tawny was putting on her gloves. The smell of the enema, the look and smell of her was erotic to him and he felt a stirring that was vaguely familiar. She undid his hospital gown and said, “Alright handsome, let’s get this big pan under you. Maybe next week we won’t need it. You should be strong enough to go into the bathroom with me and I can give the enema to you there.” His heart nearly jumped out of his chest as he heard her say that! He felt his bare ass touch the bed pan. “You warmed it up?” He questioned with an overt wonderment. She soothed, “If you jerked at the shock of cold, you could prematurely tear something.” She brushed her hand over his forehead and continued, “And that just won’t do.” Her eyes met his and they locked on to each other until Tawny said, “Tell me how you are really doing Ty and I want the truth.” He looked away from her, hesitating and she heard a big sigh come out of him, “Oh God Tawny, I am fucking miserable! Randy and I don’t get along; I don’t think he is very experienced with somebody like me and I don’t think his therapy is very effective.” He was fighting back the tears of rage, as his jaw jerked.

“Randy is a good man, but he is inexperienced in rehabilitating gunshot victims. I’ll have a word with your doctor; that’s the best that I can tell you right now, Ty.” She said and then she hesitated, looked away out into nowhere for a moment and then she focused on him again, caressed his cheek and said, “Let’s see if we can make you feel a little better.” Ty watched as she squirted a big dollop of lubricant into her right latex gloved hand and mixed it with her fingers. Then she looked at him with a smile that he could have mistaken for love as she bent over him, resting her weight on her left hand; he felt her finger slip between his butt cheeks and touch his asshole, swirl around and begin to probe. Ty closed his eyes as he felt her finger go up his ass and slowly go all the way, then slowly insert again. Then he felt a second finger slip up inside him and he felt that he was in heaven.

“Now that is definitely an improvement in your health, Ty. I have seen quite a few of these and yours is just magnificent!” Tawny cooed at him. He opened his eyes and realized that he was staring at the mother of all hardons, and then he looked up at Tawny, as a bright red flush filled his face. He was seriously embarrassed because he didn’t want to reveal to Tawny that he loved having her do this to him, not only that…he wasn’t sure what she would think about him…seeing him get a big hardon when she stuck her finger up his ass! God…would she think he was queer or something? Tawny Roberts immediately understood exactly what was bothering her patient and what she did next was contrary to all that she had learned in Nursing School, and technically, it was against hospital administration policy. But what made Tawny such a great nurse wasn’t just her technical skill set, though that was considerable; it was that she was a compassionate nurse and she bent over him, resting her knee on his bed. She kept her two fingers of her right hand buried in his rectum, slowly massaging his prostate. “Listen to me Ty…listen to me” he finally looked at her, “Your reaction is exactly what I would expect of a healthy young man and a completely natural reaction…Ty…a very masculine reaction, do you understand me honey?” She waited for him to respond but now he seemed even more embarrassed, but she waited until he said, “I’ve never…You’re the first girl…ah woman who has ever seen me; I never…ah…been, you know…with a woman like…” She softly interrupted him, “Oh Ty, there is nothing at all for you to be embarrassed about. Don’t push it. You’re a handsome young man and after we get you back to health, I guarantee you that you have all kinds of women trying to get into your studly pants.” Ty closed his eyes again. She was someone that would not betray his confidence and he felt that he could confide in her. He began to speak softly in almost a whisper, “The thing is I’m from a small town where we all knew each other. I never tried to…you know…fuck a girl just to be a big man. I had girlfriends and all, but…well the kind of girls that I went out with didn’t have hinges on their ankles. I mean it’s not like we didn’t talk about it, but…ah we decided to wait until after high school. And then…” He felt her finger lightly brush his lips, as she whispered, “No more talking, Ty, just relax and keep your eyes closed, can you promise me that you’ll do that for me? He kept his eyes closed and Tawny whispered, “Tell me that you promise to keep your eyes closed Ty.” The young man breathed in deeply and then let out a sigh, “I promise, Tawny, I promise.”

Realizing that she was about to go down a road from which there may not be a return, she somehow felt compelled to explore her feminine intuition; she was a strong willed woman and all of her experience said that she could recover and that what she was about to do for this handsome young man was more important than her own feelings and her memories. She was worried about the mental aspects of his recovery and she needed leverage. Balancing on her right knee, she reached back with her left hand and picked up the tube of lubricant and squeezed a large blob in the center of her gloved hand, put the tube down and came back to look at him. His eyes were still closed, while his hard erect penis was prow-like and throbbing to the rhythm of his heart beat. He wasn’t as large as Jason McKinney had been-she thought-but he still had a nice cock. Tawny warmed the lube in her left hand; she figured that a dozen strokes would probably produce a good ejaculation as she aggressively massaged his prostate, which should keep his orgasm from causing any abdominal pain. Suddenly, impulsively, she went off plan and bent down and took Ty Hudson’s cock in her mouth and began to give him the best oral sex that she could, and at that point in time Tawny knew how to please a man.

A surprised sensual moan whooshed out of his lungs, as much in ecstasy as total surprise. She gave him several very sensual full lip sucks, at one point feeling his tip in her throat. Then with the lubrication warm in her left hand she began a slow, very extremely slippery masturbation of him, while aggressively massaging his prostate with two fingers; it didn’t take long before Ty was going into orgasm and jets of thick creamy sperm erupted from his cock, which Tawny skillfully contained and guided most of it to her right hand and began inserting it into his rectum as additional lubrication. By the time he was recovered and finally opened his eyes, Tawny was handling a different kind of enema nozzle. “This is a double balloon catheter, Ty. It is designed to give you a very good clean out and it will help you retain your enema for a long time.” She soothed, not reacting to his inquiring gaze. “This is going to feel differently going in than what you’re used to. I have to work it in…it’s good that you’re good and lubricated.” She said and proceeded to push the inside deflated balloon into his rectum. When she had it seated, she said, “I’m going to inflate this balloon inside you. I should be able to give this bulb 4 squirts and you should just feel pressure, but if you feel any pain, you tell me OK?” Ty just nodded and she watched him as she pressed the bulb, and then began to inflate the outer balloon, “The idea is to get a good seal here, Ty, so you need to tell me if you feel a pinch, OK?” He just nodded again. He really didn’t know how to respond to her after what had happened; he was still trying to process it when she said, “I’m starting the flow now. How does it feel?” Then Ty looked at his nurse, wondering what there really was between them, as he softly said, “It feels like you’re giving me an enema, Tawny, did you want me to feel something different?” She looked at him and didn’t say anything and then looked away.

Ty felt that there was something wrong, but he couldn’t tell what. At any rate it was getting hard for him to concentrate on her because his enema was competing for his attention and his cock was becoming erect again already although, thankfully, it wasn’t rock hard and commanding attention as it was 15 minutes ago. He saw her turn her head back to look at him and he immediately saw that her eyes were swollen and tears were beginning to well up. She looked up at the bag and said, “We’re almost there Ty.” He noted, interestingly enough that she didn’t say “You’re almost done.” She use the phrase, “We”. Then she noticed his erection again and looked at him and with a cock of her head and made a tearful smile with a look of amazement, as if to say, “Really, you’re ready to go again?” but unspoken. The bag gurgled as the last of the enema filled his bowels and Tawny closed the clamp on the enema hose. Then she spoke directly at him, “This evening, I think it’s time that we tried a trip to the toilet. I’ll help you get up and out and then we’ll go in together, OK. Do you think you can make it?”

She helped him lift up and she pulled to unused bedpan out from under him. “Just gently roll over to me Ty and I’ll keep you from getting tangled up in all of this apparatus.” She soothingly urged, even though she still seemed to be emotionally distraught. Grunting through gritted teeth because he was full of the enema that she had just given him, plus pain from his still healing wounds, Ty rolled over and began to put his legs on the floor. Tawny helped him up and helped him walk into the bathroom where the toilet stall had large grasping handrails on both sides. She had him face out from the toilet to make it easier for him to sit down and had him brace himself on the hand rails and she deflated the two bulbs and pulled the enema nozzle out of her handsome patient’s ass. As she helped him sit down, she said, “I don’t want you to strain, honey, just take your time and let it run out, OK?” He nodded at her while he looked directly into her eyes, without saying a word. Something was really bothering her and it confused him but he didn’t have a clue of what it could be. Was it something he did or said…or didn’t do or didn’t say? She said that she was going to leave for a few minutes to clean up the equipment; but that she would be right back and she left Ty to his thoughts.