I was 18 and that was when I was as sick as I have ever been and I’ll never forget it. Neither will I ever forget the nurse who helped me recover and who also introduced me to pleasures that I had never experienced. What I had was the German measles, but it was a whopper of a virus that had me with a high fever and partially delirious for 3 days. When I was “out of the woods” (a phrase my mother often used), my parents hired a visiting nurse to look after me for a few hours each day, so that they wouldn’t miss any more work days than were necessary.

I remember that afternoon when I sort of “came to” and noticed that there was this strange woman standing by my bed. She was dressed in white but without the characteristic cap that nurses wore in those days. I think she introduced herself and told me that my parents had hired her to look after me during my recovery, but I was still too groggy to pay too much attention. I do remember that I needed to pee and she helped me out of the bed to the bathroom, but my knees buckled out from under me, and she quickly ushered me back to bed. I had never felt so weak in my whole life.

It was early June in NY and quite balmy and I was dressed in just pajama bottoms, with no shirt. Apparently I had been sweating quite a bit, because my pajama bottoms seemed clammy.

By late afternoon I had actually learned her name (Jane), and when she saw that I was uncomfortable she asked if I was up to having a sponge bath. Now, to be honest, I had no idea what that entailed but I figured I could get into the bathroom and wash up a bit. Well, I tried but the legs were still wobbly. Jane wasn’t surprised and was soon at my bedside with a bowl of warm water and a sponge. She positioned a bath towel under my back and gently began to sponge my chest.

I would never have thought that such a procedure could feel so good. I was no sooner relaxing and enjoying the attention when she put the sponge into the bowl, put her hands into the elastic band of my PJs and started to lower them. She paid no mind to my embarrassment, asking me to “please lift your bottom, Billy, so that I can finish the sponge bath”.

In my mind I tried to resist, but frankly, I was so weak that I just did as I was told. When she got the PJs down to my ankles, I remember vividly staring at my groin area, which had only recently come into full bloom, so to speak, as she applied the sponge to the small bushy area of my pubic hair. I think I was transfixed, because I just stared down at the area as my penis began to react as any 16 year olds penis would – a definite lengthening and swelling. Fortunately my body was still too weak to put out very much energy and if she noticed my partial arousal, she sure didn’t mention it.

When the sponge bath was over she was very solicitous and softly said, “I think you’re well on the road to recovery, Billy, and the doctor will be here in the morning to look you over. So I’ll come by again early tomorrow morning, just after your parents have gone off to work.”

Well I woke the next morning with feelings that I had never experienced before - feelings that were manifested by a very firm erection, even though I was still incredibly weak when I shuffled off to the bathroom. In fact I was even considering masturbating when Jane showed up at my bedroom door. I quickly covered up my burgeoning erection and she informed me that the doctor had called and was on his way.

“I’m sure he’ll give you a clean bill of health as son as he sees you,” she said. She then fixed me a breakfast of cereal and fruit, but try as I might, I had no appetite. She mentioned that was not unusual for someone who had run such a high fever for so long and took away the breakfast tray.

Well, the doctor showed up about 30 minutes later and did the usual perfunctory exam – listened to my chest, prodded my chest and stomach, took my temperature (orally, thank goodness). Then he proceeded to totally ignore me and talked directly to the nurse.

“Well nurse, I think he’ll recover just fine. However, he is noticeably weak and rather dehydrated.”

“Yes doctor,” she said, “and he doesn’t seem to have any appetite either.”

“Well that’s not too surprising, considering that he ran a temperature of 104 for two days,” he replied. “What he needs is to get his bowels working. As soon as you think he’s strong enough, I want you to give him a good cleansing enema. I would think that a few quarts of soapy water, followed by two quarts of a warm water rinse, should do the trick.”

“Yes, doctor, I’ll administer the enemas, and he should be able to tolerate them as he gets stronger. I would think that I can even start later this afternoon.”

“Good,” he said, “Call me if there are any complications. But I should think that this will be very routine.” I was taking all this in and not feeling too good about my prospects. At the age of 18, I had never had an enema, but I had a good idea what was involved and my adrenaline let me know that I was quite anxious about what was to be done to me.

Well I drifted of to sleep but was awakened by Jane who was standing next to the bed with a large rubber syringe in her hand. It was probably my imagination, but the black nozzle protruding from the red bulb looked to be a good 10” long and at least an inch thick. Worse, the nozzle was totally covered with a thick layer of semi solid ivory soap.

I have to admit that Jane was very sympathetic and said, “Billy, have you ever had an enema?”

When I replied in the negative, she nodded knowingly and said, “Well, rather than the large enemas that the doctor prescribed, why don’t we try a few syringe bulbs to see if they might get your bowels moving again.”

Well that sounded better and I eagerly agreed.

“Take off your PJs, Billy, and let me put this towel under you,” she said. By this time my testosterone level was getting back to normal and I was not too willing to bare myself to this 30-something female. But, what choice did I have? Neither did I understand what I was supposed to do, but I reluctantly decided to do what she asked and see where this might all lead. I removed my PJs, getting into strategic positions so that she might not see my penis and pubic hair. When I think back on all this, I realize how silly it was, but then, a 18 year old doesn’t have much experience in such matters.

“OK, Billy,” she said, “Just get on your hands and knees and lower your chest to the bed.”

It didn’t take me too long, maybe a millisecond or so, to realize that, despite my efforts to cover myself, my entire anal area, let alone my penis and testicles, would be totally exposed to her view. But I did as I was told, and when I looked back over my shoulder, I saw that the syringe was sitting on the night stand, the coating of ivory soap beginning to harden a little. That’s when I felt a soapy finger being applied to my anus and, soon after, entering my rectum. In short order the thick nozzle followed the finger and although the soap stung quite a bit, I was beginning to feel bittersweet pleasure as evidenced by the fact that I sprung quite an erection. But then she squeezed the bulb and I felt a cold injection entering my rectum.

“Ahh…” I cried out, “that’s cold and it hurts.”

“Oh. I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t realize how cold the water became while it was sitting around. But see if this helps you move your bowels,” and she helped me to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Well, the pint or so of water came right out, but nothing else and I was forced to tell her so.

When I returned from the bathroom and told my sad tale, she answered with, “Well, we tried, I guess we’ll just have to do what the doctor ordered.”

I went back to bed, not even bothering to put my PJ bottoms back on and in about 15 minutes Jane re-appeared with a hot water bottle that was bulging at the seams, with what turned out to be a very warm, soapy solution. She hung the bag from the top of the head board, had me lay on my left side, parted my buttocks with one hand and swiftly inserted the enema nozzle about 6” into my rectum. My penis was already beginning to harden, but when she released the clamp and I felt the hot soapy water entering me, it came to full attention.

After a few minutes, I felt the most amazing sensation I had ever experienced. The warmth that was filling my belly was causing my penis to harden to the point where I thought it would burst. I was careful to half roll on to my stomach so that she couldn’t see the effect it was having on me, but after only a few minutes she said, “OK, Billy, now roll over on your back so that we can get the water distributed.”

This was the most embarrassing moment of my young life, but I did as I was told. As I rolled over, my penis was standing straight up, with an upward curve that I have had all my life. This time she couldn’t ignore it and rather than pretend, she addressed it right up front. “Wow, Billy,” she said, “ I’m glad that you aren’t having a bad reaction to the enema.”

Then she chuckled and told me something that I had not known up to that point in my life. “Billy, has anyone told you what an unusually large endowment you have?”

Well, up to then, no one had ever seen me erect, so it was easy to answer, “No, ma’am.”

Of course now I know what I was blessed with and even at that age I was probably a good 8” long, with an unusually large glans that is quite a bit thicker than my shaft. The more the hot water entered me, the harder I became but I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. She shut off the clamp, went into the other room and returned with a bottle of mineral oil.

I just stared at her as she poured a goodly amount onto her hand and calmly said, “I’ll massage your tummy, to spread the water around. It’ll allow you to take more of the enema.”

Then she did what she promised and soon my belly was slick with oil. I kept hoping that my penis would quit pumping blood but that wasn’t to be and when Jane massaged my stomach, she inevitably brushed against my penis. The water kept flowing into me, but at that point I didn’t mind. For sure I didn’t mind when her oil-slicked hand rubbed up my rock hard erection. When I didn’t react, except to take a deep breath, expressing pleasure, she became bolder. Soon my penis was slick with oil and then she poured an even greater dollop of the oil onto her hand and onto my penis. At this point the hot water was massaging my prostate, her hand was moving up and down my penis and it didn’t take 30 seconds before I began to spasm, spurting gobs of semen all over her hand and onto my belly. So ended my first large volume enema.

She didn’t show up the next day until about noon. She acted as though nothing had happened the day before, but I was in love. I woke up with an erection, masturbated to orgasm with only 4 or 5 strokes, and that was before 8 AM. As soon as I heard her enter the house, I was erect again and, this time, I wasn’t ashamed to show it. When she came into my bedroom, I was lying naked on top of the bed, sporting my 8” erection.

She pretended not to notice, and simply said, “I think you should have a bath, you’re beginning to be a little rank.” For my part, I pretended to still be weak, although, the blood pouring into my hardened member was anything but weak. I heard the water running in the tub and that caused my penis to harden even more, imagining the pleasures I might have in that bathroom.

The water stopped running and she called from the bathroom for me to come in. I was stark naked as I walked into the steamy bathroom and she was standing there, soaping up a washcloth. I stepped into the tub, sat down and let the warm water engulf my body. It was so relaxing, I even lost my erection. But that soon changed. She had the washcloth totally saturated with a soap lather and asked “please stand up and I’ll get your back.”

I did as she asked, turned my back to her and let her lather my back and buttocks with the soapy cloth. As horny as I was, I was still surprised when she lathered me to the point that my backside was totally covered with a rich lather and continued to build up the lather till my rear was a bright white. At that point I started to sit down into the tub, but she restrained me and said, “wait, let me get the front before you rinse off.” So, there I was, half covered in soap lather while I watched her do the same to my front. At first she used the washcloth but then that was abandoned and she used her soapy hands to work up a soapy froth around my penis and testicles.

There was no turning back at that point. Her hand sped up and down the shaft, one of her hands engulfed my penis, the other grasped my buttocks. I looked down at my penis but couldn’t even see it, for the thick lather that covered it. I was close to spurting and was trying my best to delay the inevitable. But then I felt her part my buttocks and slip a soapy finger into my anus and then I lost it. As I squirted, her finger was moving in and out of my anus and I could barely catch my breath.

I went back to bed and napped for a bit, maybe for an hour or so. I awoke to her touching my cheek and saying, “Billy, I think you’re fully recovered and so today will be my last day. However, I think you might still need some more help with your bowels. Do you agree?”

By then, I would have submitted to a dozen enemas, were she the one administering them, so I heartily agreed. I stripped off my PJs, and was lying on the bed, stroking my penis when she returned with a full enema bag. She hung the bag on the headboard but when I stated to turn on my side, she said, “No, I think it will be more effective if you take the enema while lying on your back.”

Who was I to argue? She had me lift my legs to my chest and hold them there while she inserted her lubricated finger into me and then slid the nozzle deep into my rectum. At once I felt the hot water entering me and massaging my prostate. My penis was sticking straight up in the air, making an angle that had my glans pointing at my navel.

Then an amazing thing happened. She got onto the bed, straddled my body and at that point I realized that she had no panties on under her skirt. The water was rushing in when she reached down, straightened my penis and placed my penis over her vagina. Then, in one quick motion she inserted me into her, sinking all the way down to my belly as my entire 8” sunk into her. I think she moved up and down, 2 or maybe 3 times before he combination of the enema and her movement brought me to the brink. Then she practically screamed – “Oh, your cock is so big and its huge head is scraping my clit…” and then I poured into her and she onto me.

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