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Orrozaka Elementary School Nurse 1 (pedo, some enema)
Part 1 - Bobby Has A Tummy Ache
Nurse Ellen worked at the Orrozaka Elementary School in San Diego,
California. She loved her job and was perfectly suited to taking care of
all the little boys and girls.
Nurse Ellen studied traditional medicine and was schooled in the all the
best methods of child doctoring. She had a very established set of
routines to go through when a child came to her office sick. The little
boys that came to her were especially her favorite, and she would sit them
down on the big examination table and ask them what their name was and
what was wrong.
When Bobby arrived with a tummy ache, he was a little nervous but Nurse
Ellen spoke softly to reassure him. Nurse Ellen asked him to climb up on
the table and take his shirt off for her and then the pretty nurse used
her stethoscope to check Bobby's chests and back, asking him to take
several deep breaths for her. "Good boy!" she said as she picked up her
pointy flashlight. When she had finished peering into Bobby's ears she
asked him to stand up at the foot of the examination table.
"My, my, you sure are growing up to be a handsome little boy!" she said
with a smile. "How old are you sweetie?" Bobby was still nervous so he
just held out two hands, with six fingers displayed. "Six years old? What
a big boy!" gushed Ellen, and Bobby grinned and felt a little more
comfortable.
"Nurse Ellen needs to examine big boy Bobby some more. Is that okay?" He
nodded. "Nurse Ellen needs Bobby to take his clothes off. Can you do that
like a big boy?" He looked uncertain. "Nurse Ellen can help you if you
want," she said, stepping to the little boy and kneeling down. "Here, come
on and stand up here," she said, lifting his little frame up and standing
him on the examination table. He shivered momentarily and then just stood
there.
"You want Nurse Ellen to take your clothes off?" He nodded and turned away
shyly. "Okay sweetie, here goes," she said, reaching for the little snaps
on the front of his shorts. She tugged them down and saw that his
underwear was 101 Dalmatians. As Bobby stepped out of his shorts she
steadied his shoulders. "Okay, now we take off your undies, okay?" A cloud
passed over his face and he wasn't so sure about that, but Nurse Ellen
pressed on, hooking her fingers in the tiny garment and easing them down
his slim hips. The moment they cleared his genitals the shy little boy
clapped both hands in place over his little tiny dingle, hiding it from
the nurse's view.
"Oh sweetie, you don't have to hide!" she gushed with a big bright smile.
Bobby just blushed as he stood there with his undies midway down his
thighs. "Come on, step out of your panties for Nurse Ellen," she cooed,
easing the garment down. Bobby stepped out but still clutched at his
crotch, covering himself from her view. Nurse Ellen could tell this he was
very nervous, so she knew she'd have to win his trust.
"Hey, that's a pretty little belly button you have there," she said,
pointing at his "outie," a little tight ball of flesh in the center of his
flat stomach. "Is it ticklish?" she said, rubbing her finger on it. "Yes!"
shrieked Bobby, twisting away and pulling his hips back, taking a step
back on the examination table but still holding onto his genitals shyly.
"Careful sweetie, don't fall off the table!" said Nurse Ellen, reaching
behind the child and holding his bare bottom. Her strong hands drew the
child back to right in front of her, standing at the edge of the table,
still clutching his privates.
"Well, I think Nurse Ellen is going to have to take Bobby's temperature.
Do you know how Nurse Ellen does that?" He shook his head. "I'll turn
away, and you lie down on the bed. Here's a pillow, and you can push your
dingle into that, so your bottom is up for Nurse Ellen." Ellen turned away
and heard Bobby moving. When she turned back the child was lying face
down, still adjusting himself into position so that the tiny pillow was
underneath his crotch, lifting his bottom slightly. He kept his legs
together firmly though, so Ellen knew she had a ways to go before taking
his temperature.
Stepping alongside the examination table, Ellen stroked the boy's bare
back. She saw gooseflesh appear on his back and buttocks, and she traced
down further on his bottom. Her fingertips traced the outline of his
little tushy and the boy shivered again. "Aw, you're such a nice boy for
Nurse Ellen!" she cooed, gently stroking his bare back. Bobby relaxed
visibly now.
"Okay, now Nurse Ellen needs you to put your legs apart just a little bit
sweetie," she said, reaching between his slim thighs and tugging at the
insides. Bobby obliged and spread his legs, revealing part of the inner
reaches of his little bottom to the horny nurse. "Very good, now Nurse
Ellen is going to get her thermometer," she explained. Putting a fresh
dollop of KY jelly on the tip of the thermometer she moved around so she
was standing behind Bobby, where his feet reached the foot of the
examination table.
"Come and move down for Nurse Ellen," she said, and tugged on his legs so
that his knees came right to the edge of the exam table. Bobby was now
face down on the table, a little pillow propping up his bottom, and Nurse
Ellen stood so that her wide hips were against the edge of the table,
propping open Bobby's thighs. Unbeknownst to Bobby, Nurse Ellen could see
almost everything between his legs: the child's tiny balls were cupped
tightly in the little scrotum, just below his little anus.
Putting one of her hands firmly on Bobby's bottom Nurse Ellen pressed him
down to make sure he wouldn't move. "Now remember, no moving sweetie," she
said sternly, and he nodded. Nurse Ellen placed the tip of the thermometer
against Bobby's anus and felt his body tense suddenly. "Now breathe for
Nurse Ellen, relax Bobby... relax," she said sternly. She saw the child's
tiny sphincter muscle twitch a few times and then relax, and she eased the
thermometer in. She felt a powerful twitch in her own cunt muscles at the
sight of the thin thermometer probe disappearing into Bobby's bowels, but
the child held obediently still.
"Good Bobby, good boy," she whispered, one hand still on his silky little
bottom. She rubbed his bare bottom, then when the thermometer was several
inches inside his rectum and the reading had begun, she let go of it and
put both hands on his little bottom, massaging his bottom and the backs of
his thighs lovingly. "Good Bobby," she said, watching as his slow
breathing moved the thermometer slightly up and down from where it jutted
out of his anus. Ellen just loved this sight, the sight of a small child
on her examination table, with a thermometer stuck in his anus. She felt
the twinges of arousal wash between her legs and she squeezed her thighs
together and kept massaging Bobby's bare little bottom.
"Okay sweetie, all done," she said, retracting the thermometer. She
glanced at the reading and Bobby looked up and around behind at her. "Oh
dear," said Nurse Ellen. "It looks like you might need an enema," she said
grimly, nodding her head.
"What's an enema?" asked Bobby naively.
"It's something Nurse Ellen will do to make you feel better," she said
with a smile. "Here, just wait here, I'll be right back. Move up the bed
a little bit too, just relax sweetie." Nurse Ellen left the room.
When Nurse Ellen returned she was pleased to find Bobby was lying on his
back now, his legs slightly spread, and his little tiny penis uncovered.
When he heard her he quickly covered himself, but remained on his back
like that. Between his legs Nurse Ellen could see his taut little scrotum
still, beneath his grasping fingertips. "Will this hurt?" he asked in a
tiny voice.
"Oh no, not at all!" she said, smiling. "This will feel wonderful for you,
and it will make you feel all better. Now turn over again sweetie, Nurse
Ellen needs you to lie on your tummy." Nurse Ellen lubricated the tip of
the enema nozzle, a special smaller one designed especially for tiny
little boy rectums, and brought the rolling bag stand close to the bed.
"Spread your legs sweetie," she said. "This is just like the temperature,
we have to put it in your bottom." Bobby spread his legs and Ellen
carefully inserted the nozzle. She felt Bobby's anus twitch as the nozzle
slid inward, and when his sphincter snapped around the little retention
ring, she heard the child grunt quietly. She took a minute to admire her
handiwork, admire the rubber hose leading out from between Bobby's tiny
little bottom cheeks. "Good boy," she whispered, stroking his bare bottom.
"Now Nurse Ellen needs you to relax sweetie, just lie here and breathe for
Nurse Ellen, okay?" Bobby nodded. Ellen opened the enema valve up and
watched the warm liquid slowly start to flow into the child's bowels. At
first Bobby did nothing, but then she saw his hips squirm slightly as the
warm fluids pressed their way into his lower intestines. "Good Bobby," she
whispered again, stroking his tushy.
After half of the enema bag had dribbled into the child, Bobby was visibly
uncomfortable. He kept moving around as his body sent him mixed signals,
signals like he had to make a poopoo, but he wasn't sure exactly why, and
he was awfully embarrassed to tell the nurse he had to poopoo, so he just
lay there and kind of squirmed around.
Nurse Ellen stroked his lower back soothingly. "Is that okay sweetie?" she
said. Bobby hesitated and then nodded. "Good boy," she said. "Now Nurse
Ellen has to check your bottom, so she needs you to get up on your knees
sweetie," she said. "Come on, up!"
Bobby's mind whirled as pressed his arms into the bed and did an awkward
pushup, thrusting his bottom up into the air. He had a feeling that maybe
Nurse Ellen could see his dingle like this but he had to keep both hands
under him to stay in this doggy-style position, so he wasn't sure what to
do about it. And besides, something felt really funny in his tummy, in his
bottom, down everywhere between his legs, a sort of tingling and he wasn't
really sure what to make of it.
"Good Bobby!" said the nurse encouragingly, and Bobby felt better.
Nurse Ellen kept her hand on the enema nozzle just to make sure it
wouldn't pop out, and she admired the child's bare bottom, perky round and
thrust up in the air. Now that he was up on his knees his ass crack was
spread much wider and the little muscular ring around his anus clenched
and bulged from the pressure within.
"Nurse Ellen has to check your testicles sweetie, now hold still," she
cautioned him. Stroking her fingertips lightly along the tiny scrotum she
felt Bobby tremble at the unfamiliar touch. She delicately rubbed back and
forth until his skin had grown accustomed to her touch, then she began
using her fingertips to delicately feel for Bobby's two little testicles.
When she gently wrapped her fingers around one tiny little pigeon-egg-
sized ball and started gently squeezing and massaging it, Bobby yelped
quietly. "Sssh, hold still," she reminded him. She massaged each testicle
for several minutes, making sure it received enough stimulation to ensure
that it would one day grown into a fertile little organ.
"Okay, you're being a VERY good boy," said Nurse Ellen, patting Bobby's
bare bottom some more. "Nurse Ellen is going to check your little penis
now, so be sure you hold very, very still!" she cautioned. Suddenly Bobby
was terrified! This woman was going to touch his penis?! He started to
complain, but the feeling of pressure from the enema in his bowels
confused him and he was unable to form the words. "Sssh," said Ellen.
"Just stay there, you're being such a good boy so far, don't stop now,"
she said sternly. Bobby quieted down and Ellen traced her hands lower,
reaching between the child's legs.
Just as she thought, Bobby's tiny penis was completely erect now, the
stimulation of his testicles and the pressure within his bowels combining
to arouse him more than he'd ever been aroused in his young little life.
Ellen began at the root of his tiny penis, which was still out of sight
between his legs, and delicately worked her strong adult fingers down the
stiff little finger-sized organ.
As Nurse Ellen's fingers progressed down his shaft, Bobby let out a quiet
whimpering sound, his hips trembling as her fingers traced along his
sensitive skin. Nurse Ellen kept a firm grip on the enema hose, her one
hand resting on Bobby's bottom, while her other hand explored his tiny
stiff organ. Nurse Ellen's probing fingers reached Bobby's sensitive glans
and she delicately traced up and around the little helmet-shaped head.
The reaction was instantaneous. Bobby's body bucked slightly and he
grunted as his nerves fired, completely beyond his ability to control
them. He thrust his penis forwards, brushing the sensitive shaft through
Nurse Ellen's probing fingers, and the clamping in his bowels reached a
peak. Bobby grunted sharply and as his bowels contracted, a sharp squirt
of liquid sprayed out from around the enema hose nozzle, splashing on
Nurse Ellen's fingers and dripping down Bobby's scrotum and inner thighs.
"Relax sweetie," cooed the horny nurse, feeling her own pussy clamping at
the sight of this helpless little boy, completely under her control now,
kneeling on her examination table like this, his young responding to the
first-ever sexual stimulation of his penis. "Good boy, good boy," she
said, letting go of his tiny cock.
"Go ahead and lie down for Nurse Ellen," she said, patting his back.
Shaking still, Bobby let himself fall forward, and Nurse Ellen adjusted
the tiny pillow so that his erection pressed stiffly into it. Bobby was
amazed at how wonderful his penis felt as it pressed into the pillow, and
his head continued spinning with arousal as he humped the pillow slightly.
"Okay, now Nurse Ellen has to give you the rest of the enema," she said,
glancing at Bobby. The boy's face was visibly flushed, sweat breaking out
on his forehead and neck as she lay there, trembling slightly. Opening the
nozzle up again, Ellen let the remainder of the enema feed slowly into
Bobby, slowly so as not to cause his bowels to spasm again. Bobby grunted
a few times, then as the bag was almost done he began to groan, a long
mourning groan. His little body reacting to these new and amazing feelings
and his mind whirled with bright colors and flashes of heat and warmth.
By the time the enema bag had fully drained, Bobby was back to quietly
whining, and Nurse Ellen saw he was gently humping his hips into the
examination table pillow, thrusting his little erection helplessly, his
hips on autopilot, looking to make the good feelings in his penis even
stronger.
"Good boy, good Bobby, we're almost done sweetie!" she said encouragingly,
patting his bottom and stroking his back lovingly. "Now this is the tough
part. Does Bobby have to make poopoo?" Bobby nodded urgently. "Uh huh!"
"Say it sweetie, tell Nurse Ellen you have to make poopoo," she said,
cupping the child's bottom.
"I have to poopoo!" he said urgently, his face reddening.
"Good, good, now Nurse Ellen is going to take out the enema, and then
we'll go make poopoo together, okay?"
Poopoo together?! Bobby's mind told him this was wrong, his innate modesty
fighting what the nurse proposed. But the feelings in his bowels were
irresistible and furthermore, there was something really weird going on
with his body right now, and it was messing with his thinking. He felt his
ability to care just drain away, and no matter how hard he tried, he just
no longer cared about whether pretty Nurse Ellen would see him make poopoo
or see his dingle or anything.
"Put your lets together again, and hold it for just a bit more," she said.
When Bobby's legs were together she tugged gently at the enema tube and it
popped out of Bobby's anus after a moment, making him whine and grunt
momentarily. "Hold tight, that's it, good boy!" she said, cupping his
bottom. A small spurt of liquid had chased the nozzle out but now Bobby's
sphincter regained control and held everything inside.
Helping the little boy roll off the examination table, Nurse Ellen could
clearly see how his once-flat belly was now bulging from the liquid
pressure inside. "Good boy, just another minute and we'll go make poopoo,"
she said. She stood Bobby beside the bed and admired his stiff little
penis jutting out. Bobby just stood there holding onto the edge of the
examination table, dazed and bewildered, those same feelings swirling
around his head as the nurse finished examining his bottom. Nurse Ellen
ran her hands down the child's back, cupped his tingling little bottom,
tingling with the need for release.
Rubbing down Bobby's front she slid her soft hand along his tiny little
chest, down his bony ribcage, and down to the swell of his full belly. She
traced down further and stopped her hand just above the tiny stiff penis
that jutted outwards from his crotch. "What a good boy," she cooed,
massaging his belly. "Does you tummy feel good?" Bobby nodded, then looked
confused and shook his head. "No, gotta poopoo!" he said suddenly.
"Okay sweetie, we can go poopoo now," she said, taking his hand. "Come
with Nurse Ellen," and she led the naked child out of the examination
room. Bobby felt weird walking with no clothes, holding the school nurse's
hand like this. As they stepped into the hallway he glanced down and saw
his stiff little boner poking out in front of him and wondered why it was
like that for so long. He'd seen it get hard before of course, but never
like this. Then he realized that Nurse Ellen was probably seeing it too
and he clamped his free hand over it sheepishly.
"No, sweetie, don't do that... stop playing with your peepee," said Nurse
Ellen, and Bobby guiltily retracted his hand and continued walking. Nurse
Ellen led him inside the bathroom and helped him climb awkwardly up onto
the commode, where the toilet seat was a special smaller-diameter version
so that little bottoms could sit on it easily without falling in.
"Now be careful, don't make your poopoo yet!" reminded Nurse Ellen,
raising her voice to get Bobby's full attention. Bobby grunted and
clenched his bottom as tight as he could as he fought the natural reflex
to empty himself once he was seated on the commode.
"Now lie back a bit," said Nurse Ellen, and Bobby leaned back until his
shoulders pressed against the water tank. His stiff little wiener jutted
up straight from his lap, just below his swollen belly, and Nurse Ellen
admired it for a few seconds, drinking in the sight of his intense arousal
and bewildering discomfort.
"Nurse Ellen is going to put her mouth on your penis," she said matter-of-
factly. "And after my mouth is on your penis, then you can make your
poopoo whenever you want," she said. Bobby was puzzled by this but he
didn't care because he had to make his poopoo so badly, he just wanted the
nurse to let him go make it!
Kneeling down and leaning forwards Nurse Ellen tipped her head and brought
her mouth down to the child's stiff penis. This was the favorite part of
her job and as her mouth neared the child's stiff little organ, the
clenching began in her cunt. Urgently reaching down her front, Nurse Ellen
jammed her hand into her crotch and squeezed her pussy mound, as the
feelings began to build.
She admired the child's tiny pink knob from up close, admired the thin
spider-work of veins pulsing with arousal. She blew gently on Bobby's
stiff little penis and heard him gasp at the warmth. As her lips drew
closer and closer she felt her mouth salivate at the thought of taking
such a tiny little penis in and sucking on it.
With her free hand Nurse Ellen reached behind Bobby and held him in place.
She opened her mouth and prepared to engulf his tiny little tool. When her
tongue slid along the side of his tiny little boycock, Nurse Ellen thought
she'd died and gone to heaven. She heard the boy grunt and whimper as she
sealed her warm sticky wet mouth around his tiny pole and began slurping
eagerly up and down, slurping it like a tiny little sweet candy cane.
Bobby's whimpering built up more and more as Ellen intensified her tongue
motion over the top of his sensitive glans, slurping furiously as her own
pleasure built to a peak, her thighs clamping deliciously around her hand,
jammed down against her cunt, frigging her pussy wildly.
Suddenly Bobby screamed out and grabbed at Nurse Ellen's head as she sped
up her sucking and slurping on his penis. Nurse Ellen's eyes rolled back
in her head as she climaxed, powerful contractions starting deep in her
hairy adult cunt, washing up her bucking, twisting, humping body, making
her grunt into the child's lap, grunt around his rigid little boycock.
Suddenly Nurse Ellen heard Bobby's bowels cut loose, heard the powerful
gushes of warm liquid spraying into the toilet below him. With each gush
of liquid Bobby groaned with relief as his bowels vacated themselves
utterly, blasting wetly into the bowl. Each time Nurse Ellen slurped along
the tiny boner, she clenched as another peak of her orgasm passed, and she
heard another fresh blast of Bobby's enema spray down into the bowl. The
boy moaned and whimpered helplessly as his bowels noisily emptied out,
finally giving him the relief he needed badly.
It seemed to last forever, as Nurse Ellen slurped contentedly at Bobby's
tiny boner, and he clutched at her head, wanting her to stop, wanting her
to keep going, not really knowing what he wanted, but relieved to have all
that terrible poopoo coming out of him finally, which made his tummy feel
all better now. As his final little anal squirts oozed out and turned to
mere dribbles of liquid, Bobby found that he felt very relaxed and mellow
now, and that his tummy really tingled a lot, and didn't hurt any more at
all.
End of Part 1
Part 2 - Donna Has A Sore Peepee
A few hours later Nurse Ellen was busy catching up on some paperwork when
the next student came in. It was a little girl named Donna, and she was
seven years old, that magical age when she was getting her new front
teeth. She had a huge gap in her front teeth and with her hair tied up in
a pink ribbon, she looked absolutely darling, walking in with her little
frilly dress and a teddy bear under one hand, truly a pedophile's wet
dream come true.
"Hi sweetie, how are you today?" The little girl smiled nervously and
shook her head. "Aw sweetie, here's a nice hug." Nurse Ellen squeezed the
little girl to her full chest and held her a few minutes, then picked her
up and sat her up on her examination table. "What's wrong sweetie?" The
girl stared nervously at her toes. "Go ahead, you can tell Nurse Ellen,"
she said, kissing the child's forehead and brushing back a few stray
blonde curls.
"My peepee hurts," the little girl blurted out suddenly, then started
blushing furiously and trying to look away.
"Did you say your vagina hurts?" asked Nurse Ellen, trying to make sure
she understood the girl.
"Yes, my bagina hurts," said Donna. "My peepee..."
"Oh dear! You poor thing!" said Ellen sympathetically, wrapping her arms
around the girl again, hugging her and rocking her. "Well, let's see if we
can make your peepee feel any better, shall we?" The child nodded, still
unsure of herself.
"Now Donna, Nurse Ellen needs you to lift up your dress and hold it for
her. Can you do that?" Donna squinched around in her seat. "Why don't you
stand up first... stand right here on the table," suggested Nurse Ellen.
Donna struggled to her feet and stood there on the table. "Put your bear
down sweetie, so you can use both hands on your dress." Donna carefully
placed the little bear on the table and stood there awaiting instructions.
"Go ahead and lift your dress up for Nurse Ellen sweetie," said the horny
nurse, relishing the first sight of the child's panties. Very tentatively,
her hands shaking just a little bit, Donna lifted her frilly little dress
until she thought it was high enough. "Just a little more sweetie," said
Nurse Ellen brightly, smiling at the nervous child. Finally Donna lifted
her skirt far enough and Nurse Ellen took a moment to admire her tight
white cotton panties.
"Those are very darling little panties you have sweetie!" said Nurse
Ellen. She figured the girl must come from a poor family, as the cotton
material was a few sizes too small, and quite old by the looks of things.
The tight fit was probably chafing the poor little girl's vulva. "Nurse
Ellen is going to take a quick look inside your panties, okay?" Donna
nodded. "You just keep your dress right up there by your tummy-tummy,
okay?"
Hooking her index fingers in the front of Donna's panties, Nurse Ellen
tugged them outward, but they were so tight they barely budged at all.
Ellen saw the deep red mark around the child's waist where the garment had
lain. Tugging down slightly Ellen revealed the smooth alabaster-pale skin
of the child's upper vulva and drew her breath in at the wondrous sight.
"You have a darling little peepee," said the nurse. "Thank you," said
Donna in a tiny little voice, her hands still shaking a bit.
"Now these panties are awfully tight sweetie, but I have to pull them down
a bit further." Nurse Ellen tugged and Donna's entire little baby pussy
came into view, hairless as the day she was born, with a tightly-closed
little slit disappearing neatly between her legs, where the panty material
had bunched up. Ellen poked a finger in and tugged the panty material away
from the child's lower vulva so she could examine it further.
"Oh dear, your peepee is all red and swollen!" said Ellen with concern.
She traced her fingertips over the pouty lower lips, where the skin was a
bright pink, and Donna flinched. "Is that where it hurts?" The little girl
nodded and let out a breath she'd been holding.
"When did it start hurting sweetie?"
"Last night."
"Aw, I'm sorry... Nurse Ellen will make it feel all better, don't worry."
The girl smiled with relief.
"Now tell me, what were you doing when it started hurting?"
The child fell silent and her face clouded over.
"Were you making peepee?" Donna shook her head.
"Were you rubbing your peepee?" Donna shook her head emphatically. "No!"
Nurse Ellen looked into the frightened child's eyes and read her mind.
"Hmm... I bet I know what happened..." she said with a slow smile. Donna
gulped in fear, as though she was about to be found out.
"Was your Daddy playing with your peepee?" Donna blushed bright red and
stood there twisting around nervously, her dress still up around her
tummy, her panties around her thighs. Nurse Ellen held the girl's narrow
hips to keep her in place and said "That's it, huh? Your Daddy was playing
with your peepee and he hurt you?"
"No!" shouted Donna. "He didn't mean to!"
Ellen softened her voice. "That's okay sweetie, you won't get in trouble,
don't worry, it's fine. It's okay that your Daddy is playing with your
peepee, really!" Donna looked a bit more at ease.
"Now tell me what your Daddy did last night." Donna stayed silent.
Nurse Ellen pushed her finger gently against the child's slit, wiggling it
slightly so that it went inside her puffy outer lips, just barely. "Did
your Daddy put his finger inside?" Donna shook her head.
"Did he kiss your peepee with his mouth?" Donna hesitated, then nodded,
but then hastily added, "But that didn't hurt!"
"What did he do then sweetie? How did your Daddy hurt your peepee last
night?"
Donna grimaced, as if she was about to reveal the worst secret in the
world. Drawing in her breath she blurted out suddenly, "Daddy put his
peepee up inside my peepee!"
"Aw, you poor little thing!" said Ellen, glancing down at the tiny abused
little triangle of flesh, imagining the father's enormously swollen penis
entering this tiny entrance, probably ejaculating profusely inside it.
Nurse Ellen felt a sudden shudder through her body, starting at her
clitoris and wracking through her torso, ending up at her tingling
nipples.
"Was that the first time your Daddy put his peepee in your peepee?" Donna
nodded.
"So he never did it before?" Head shakes.
"Did your Daddy do anything else last night?" Donna nodded, gazing up at
the nurse, her eyes unsure. "Where else did your Daddy put his peepee?"
"In my mouf," she said, opening her gap-toothed mouth wide for a moment.
Nurse Ellen felt another tingle as she thought about Daddy's stiff cock
sliding in and out of Donna's gap-toothed little mouth.
"Aw, lots of Daddies like to put their peepees in their little girls
mouths," said Nurse Ellen, stroking Donna's bare hips soothingly. "There's
nothing wrong with that at all." Donna swallowed nervously.
"Tell me, how big is your Daddy's peepee? Show Nurse Ellen with your
hands." Still gripping her dress Donna moved her index fingers together so
they were separated by about eight inches or so.
"Wow, that big, huh?" Donna nodded.
"My Daddy says I'm a big girl now and that's why he had to put his peepee
up in my peepee last night."
"Is that so?" chuckled Nurse Ellen, gazing back down at the child's
exposed vulva. Her hands still on Donna's thighs Ellen moved her thumbs
and stroked the front of Donna's thighs, the soft little indentation near
her hips where her panties had rested.
"Do you like when your Daddy puts his peepee in your mouth?" Donna
shrugged.
"What's your favorite part?" asked Nurse Ellen. Donna frowned for a
moment. "I like when it makes Daddy feel good."
"Oh yes, that's exactly why Daddies put their peepees in their little
girls mouths, to make their peepees feel better."
"In fact, if Daddies didn't put their peepees into their little girls
mouths, then their peepees would hurt a lot!" said Nurse Ellen
emphatically. Donna nodded understanding.
"So what usually happens when Daddy puts his peepee in your mouth?"
"He moves it around a lot," said the child.
"Does he talk to you when he's moving his peepee?" Donna nodded.
"What does he say?"
"He says he loves me very, very much." Nurse Ellen nodded. "He says that
his baby girl is making his peepee feel really good and, and..." her voice
trailed off.
"What else does he say?" Donna frowned as though she was unsure what she
was about to say, but she said it anyway. "Daddy says that I make him come
really hard," she said plainly, clearly not fully comprehending what it
meant.
"Aaah, I see," nodded Nurse Ellen sympathetically. "Well, it sounds to me
like your Daddy loves you very much, that you're his precious little
princess girl," she smiled, squeezing Donna's hips lovingly. "Is that
right?" Donna shrugged.
"Now when your Daddy puts his penis, I mean his peepee, in your mouth,
does anything else happen after he moves it?" Donna nodded.
"What happens?"
"Daddy makes the peepee milk shoot out," she said. Nurse Ellen nodded
understanding and felt that familiar twinge again as she imagined the
horny father ejaculating into his little girl's mouth while she sucked on
his stiff cock. She would definitely have to schedule an appointment with
the father soon, just so she could make sure he was doing everything
properly for his little girl.
"Oh good!" said Nurse Ellen with a forced smile. "Peepee milk is so good
for little girls, it really helps them grow big and strong." Donna nodded
because she knew all this already.
"So when your Daddy makes his peepee milk in your mouth, do you like
that?" Donna nodded and smiled.
"Now tell me sweetie, does your Daddy sometimes kiss your peepee too?"
Donna nodded.
"Do you like when your Daddy kisses your peepee?" More nods.
"Does your peepee feel better when it gets kisses?" More nods and a very
big sheepish grin crossed Donna's tiny features.
Nurse Ellen smiled brightly at the child and cupped her tiny little vulva
with the fingers of one hand. "Does Donna want Nurse Ellen to kiss her
peepee to make it feel better?" Donna sniffed and nodded.
"Say it sweetie, ask Nurse Ellen to kiss your peepee..." said Ellen,
staring at the child's exposed vulva, inches away, so tempting and so
smooth and vulnerable.
"Will you please kiss my peepee, Nurse Ellen?"
"Aw, certainly sweetie!" said Ellen, tugging Donna's panties further down.
"Step out of these sweetie and lie back on the bed." Donna held Nurse
Ellen's shoulder and stepped out of her little garment, letting her little
dress fall back into place. When she lay down she spread her legs and
tugged her dress back up around her tummy. Nurse Ellen stood near the
examination table and cupped Donna's pussy lovingly, stroking the smooth
warm hairless flesh with her fingertips. Donna sighed and spread her legs
wider, and Ellen saw the child's swollen clitoris appear, peeking out of
the tiny shroud that covered it.
"Aw look, there's your teetee!" said Ellen excitedly, putting one finger
on the sensitive little button and watching Donna's legs tremble and
twitch as she gently circled it. Slipping her other hand into her own
panties, Nurse Ellen slid one finger wetly through her hairy adult cunt,
gasping as the pleasure shot up from her clit. Her slit was still sticky
wet from when Bobby had been in the office earlier, and her arousal
continued to climb.
With one finger on Donna's tiny baby clitoris and one on her own clit,
Nurse Ellen was completely in heaven, and she stood there masturbating
both herself and the child for several minutes, until she heard Donna let
out a long slow sigh of relief, and her legs fell further apart on the
table.
"Does that feel good sweetie?" whispered Ellen, her own face flushing with
arousal. Donna nodded. "Nurse Ellen is going to kiss Donna's peepee now,"
said Ellen, lowering her head to the child's fully-exposed privates.
Sealing her mouth along the child's tiny outer vulva she felt the girl
twitch reflexively beneath her. Ellen lost no time in sliding her tongue
out and slurping along the deepest part of Donna's vulva, the part down
near her vaginal opening. She tasted the child's slick juices, and mixed
with it she could detect the traces of her father's semen from the night
before. Ellen shuddered with arousal as the reality of it hit her, the
thought that a full-sized, erect adult penis had passed through this tiny
child's vaginal opening, and had ejaculated profusely just the night
before. Nurse Ellen found herself groaning openly into Donna's baby pussy
as she sucked and slurped on the girl.
After a few minutes Nurse Ellen was seriously getting herself worked into
a lather, and little Donna was whimpering too. Focusing her tongue on the
child's exposed clitoris, Ellen redoubled her efforts and the payoff came:
within seconds little Donna was twisting and grunting and thrusting her
hips off the table, whining and whimpering, her tummy rippling as the
pretty nurse brought her over that familiar peak of pleasure, the pleasure
that until now only her Daddy had given her. Nurse Ellen knew exactly how
to make little girls feel good too, and felt the tiny squirts of fresh
liquid drool out of the child's inner slit as the girl climaxed against
her sucking mouth. Donna was surprised at how much better the woman's
mouth felt than her Daddy's mouth! This was amazing!
When Donna's little body had quieted down a bit, she lay there spread-
eagled on the examination table, her arms at rest at her sides, her dress
still pulled up her front. Nurse Ellen straightened up and patted the
child's sensitive wet pussy a few times, making her twitch.
"Is that all better?" asked Nurse Ellen, continuing to rub her own pussy
inside her panties. She began unbuttoning her white nurse's outfit as
Donna nodded and lay there staring blankly at the ceiling, her body
completely limp. Ellen pulled her white nurse's dress open down the front
and slipped her very-damp panties down to her knees. Stepping only one leg
out of the panties Nurse Ellen drew her panties back up her tapered thigh,
until they were hung up and out of sight under her dress, which more or
less hung closed, but which she had completely unbuttoned now.
"Tell me Donna, did that feel good?" Donna nodded weakly.
"Does Donna know how to kiss a woman's peepee too?" Donna blinked.
"Do you know how to kiss Nurse Ellen's peepee sweetie?" Donna shook her
head.
"Do you wanna try?" Donna looked unsure.
Lowering her voice to a whisper Nurse Ellen leaned down next to the
child's ear. "Sweetie, Nurse Ellen's peepee hurts too and she would really
like if little Donna would try kissing her peepee... will you do that for
Nurse Ellen?" Donna swallowed and blinked, and the idea didn't seem too
objectionable at that particular moment, as her post-orgasmic glow faded.
"Here, Nurse Ellen will climb up and make her peepee really close to your
mouth, okay?" Donna nodded and watched as the adult woman climbed onto the
examination table. Throwing a leg over the exhausted girl, Nurse Ellen
moved her knees up near Donna's head, and knelt there on all fours over
her little angel, smiling down at her face, ringed by tousled hair.
Ellen's full breasts hung freely now, as she never wore a bra under her
uniform. It thrilled her to know that from Donna's point of view, Donna
could see every part of the horny nurse, from her swaying breasts on down
her pudgy-soft belly and on down between her legs, into that thicket of
hair that covered Ellen's throbbing pussy.
And throbbing it was: she was ready for release, eager for it in fact, and
she eased her hips forward and whispered to Donna. "Donna give Nurse
Ellen's peepee a big kiss?" Donna gazed at the hairy patch, unsure where
exactly she was supposed to kiss.
"Go ahead, kiss anywhere," purred Nurse Ellen as she saw the child's
uncertainty. "Kiss Nurse Ellen's leg, go ahead..." Nurse Ellen sighed as
Donna turned her head side to side and kissed the sensitive insides of
Nurse Ellen's thighs. "Kiss higher up," she reminded, and the girl
dutifully began lifting her head and kissing her way closer to Ellen's
crotch. Ellen felt a fresh gush of wetness deep in her pulsing cunt at the
sight of the little girl's mouth lovingly kissing up her inner thighs.
"Oh you're kissing Nurse Ellen so good!" she encouraged. Reaching down she
supported Donna's head so the child could easily kiss higher up, kissing
her way up Nurse Ellen's thighs, kissing closer and closer to her hairy
adult cunt. "Put your hands up sweetie, put them up between my legs...
feel Nurse Ellen's bottom... feel my bottom... oh yes..." Nurse Ellen's
voice trailed off as the child's tiny hands reached up and under the
nurse, rubbing each of her bottom cheeks.
Supporting herself on one hand still, Nurse Ellen guided Donna's kissing
little mouth along the sensitive insides of her thigh, guided the child up
to her waiting cunt, absolutely pounding with anticipation and arousal
now. Lifting up so she had her other hand free, Ellen was crunched over
now and used her fingers to spread open the dense thicket of hair. Her
strong hand guided the child's pouting lips directly to her clitoris, and
she groaned as Donna's mouth made contact.
"Oh fuck yes, oh yes, sweetie!" groaned the horny nurse, thrilled at the
feeling of holding the little girl's face plastered to her hairy pussy.
Spreading her lips wider she thrust her swollen clitoris against Donna's
lips. "Suck the bumpy part, suck it, yes, slurp your tongue on it just
like you do for your Daddy's peepee, suck it..." Nurse Ellen's voice
trailed off as Donna began slurping eagerly at the adult cunt that covered
her face, the swollen clitoris being shoved roughly into her mouth.
"Oh, oh, oh!" groaned Ellen, the clamping and clenching between her thighs
building up to a peak. She could tell this would be a wet one, because she
was so turned on now. "Suck it good, suck it for Nurse Ellen..." she
encouraged Donna. Donna redoubled her motion and it finally sent Ellen
over the edge.
"Oooh!" groaned the nurse, clamping the child to her crotch, grabbing the
baby girl's head with both hands and smothering her up into her crotch.
Ellen's hips were out of control as she thrust and humped and bucked. She
gazed down at the scared little girl she held between her legs, held her
there like a little fuck-rag, rode her face just like she'd done so many
times before with other girls and boys. Ellen's hips trembled and clasped
and she felt the first gush of her juices squirt out. Donna gurgled in
surprise as the warm salty liquid flowed powerfully out of Ellen's cunt,
gushing down into Donna's mouth, making her cough and gag. The motion of
her gagging further inflamed Ellen's lust, and more squirts of liquid
gushed out of her drooling cunt, splashing down Donna's chin and neck.
At last both adult and child were spent, and Ellen carefully lowered
little Donna's head back down to the examination table. She saw the
child's upper dress was drenched with the sticky juices from her cunt, and
the little girl was smiling, pleased that she had made the nurse feel so
good.
End of Part 2
Part 3 - Followup with Donna's Daddy
As soon as Donna returned to class, Nurse Ellen picked up the phone to
schedule an appointment to have her Daddy come in and discuss things.
Nurse Ellen was pleased to find that Donna's Daddy was well-spoken and
quite agreeable to come in for a counseling session regarding his darling
little daughter.
***
A few days later Donna's Daddy Kurt arrived in school at the appointed
time. Nurse Ellen had made arrangements for the little girl to be excused
from her class to come to the appointment and soon all three were seated
in the nurse's office.
"Thank you very much for your assistance in this matter. I hope you
appreciate that I'm only doing this for the good of everybody involved,"
began Nurse Ellen, looking across her desk at Donna and her Daddy.
"Oh absolutely," said Kurt. "What seems to be the problem?"
"Well, last week your lovely daughter was referred to my care because of
some discomfort she felt."
"I see."
Nurse Ellen cleared her throat. "It appears, Mr Wilson, that Donna was
slightly injured during sexual intercourse." A sudden silence descended on
the room and Kurt looked uneasily from his daughter to the nurse, then it
was his turn to clear his throat.
"Well, um, yes, Donna did mention some, er, discomfort to me," he said,
stuttering a little bit.
"That's precisely what I'm here to get to the bottom of," said Nurse
Ellen. "At Donna's age, there really is no excuse for discomfort during
sexual intercourse. Therefore, we must get to the bottom of what exactly
might be causing her this discomfort and take steps to mitigate it."
Kurt nodded, pleased to see that Nurse Ellen was understanding of the full
depth of a true father-daughter relationship and that she wasn't one of
these crazed adherents to the no-familial-sex crowd.
"I suspect," he began, "That with time Donna will grow accustomed to our
sexual intercourse and the problems will disappear naturally."
"Most assuredly they will," said the Nurse. "But part of my job is to make
sure that the children in my care don't suffer unduly, and therefore I
have called this meeting to make sure that you and Donna are making the
necessary accommodations for her young age."
"I see."
"What I would like to do," began the Nurse with a resolute look in her
eye. "Is to supervise you and your daughter to make sure you're doing
everything you can to minimize Donna's discomfort."
"I see!" said Kurt, smiling faintly and nodding.
"At this age, it is still necessary to take certain precautions, and my
job is to make sure those precautions are taken. Please, step into my
examination room and let's get started."
Once all three were in the examination room, Nurse Ellen told Donna to
climb up on the examination table and to go ahead and take her clothes
off, then wait patiently, and then she drew up a chair and motioned her
Daddy over. "First, I must inspect your penis," began the nurse. "Just a
medical precaution, mind you."
Kurt stepped closer to the nurse and began unbuckling his jeans. "Allow
me," said the nurse, taking over and unzipping his jeans. She fished her
hands inside his underwear and pulled out the father's rapidly-stiffening
organ. Holding the rubbery-firm organ in her hands she delicately stroked
her fingers along the sides of the shaft, and within moments Donna's
Daddy's penis was fully erect, jutting up and away from his body, the
nurse's soft hands caressing the length of the shaft.
"Well, I can see part of the problem right here," said the nurse, circling
her soft fingers around the girth of the man's erection. "Your penis is
quite large, by average adult standards." She used both her fingers to
retract the man's foreskin and examined the glistening purple knob.
Lifting and tipping his penis from side to side, Nurse Ellen checked the
entire sensitive glans, then slid the thin translucent foreskin back into
place. Just the very tip of the glans was still visible now.
Now the nurse turned to the naked little girl shivering and waiting on the
examination table. "Sweetie, are you ready for your father's penis again?"
The little girl looked scared but she nodded and trembled again. "Good
girl," said Nurse Ellen. Walking over to Donna she arranged a small pillow
behind the child and bid her to lay back, her legs off the edge of the
examination table.
Now as she lay this way, her narrow pelvis was prominently visible at her
hips, and the puffy mound of her pubis thrust upwards, cleft deeply by her
vulva, not a hair in sight. Her chubby tapered thighs trailed off the edge
of the table and she swung her lower legs back and forth nervously.
"You may proceed," said the nurse to the horny Daddy, who stepped closer
to his daughter. Kurt smiled down at his little girl and said "Daddy's
going to kiss your peepee first, and then he's going to put his big peepee
up inside again, okay?" Donna sniffed and nodded her assent, and Kurt got
down on his knees in front of the little girl.
Resting his armpits on his daughter's smooth knees, Kurt leaned forward
and kissed her right in the middle of her pussy, right against her tiny
little peach. She jumped at this first touch, but Kurt lost no time and
began eagerly slurping at the child's genitals, liberally licking and
slurping, making sure the sensitive skin was well-lubricated.
Nurse Ellen stood discreetly to one side watching the entire process. She
felt her cunt muscles contracting almost non-stop as she watched the
loving father perform oral sex on the little seven-year-old girl. Her
mouth watered as she remembered how Donna had tasted a few days before.
Glancing down between Kurt's legs she saw the angry stiff shaft of his
penis was throbbing with his pulse as he continued licking his little
girl.
After a while, Donna had clearly started to get turned on and her face
flushed and the little pointy fatty bumps on her chest turned into crinkly
little nipples. Nurse Ellen stepped closer to the child and stroked her
warm forehead, smiling down at the little girl. "You like your Daddy
kissing your peepee?" Donna just nodded, sighing as her Kurt concentrated
on her clitoris briefly. Ellen watched as his mouth worked rhythmically,
his tongue slurping wetly up and down, in and out of the child's vulva
cleft, lubricating and stimulating her baby pussy.
"I see you're quite accomplished at that," smiled Nurse Ellen, and the
horny father blushed and smiled up at her from between Donna's legs.
"Well, with a baby girl like Donna, her pussy is an absolute pleasure to
suck and slurp upon. Here, would you like to try?" asked the father.
"I'd be honored!" said Nurse Ellen. Kurt stood up and Ellen dropped to her
knees where he had knelt, again resting her armpits atop the child's
thighs. Lowering her head she sealed her mouth against Donna's pussy and
began sucking contentedly. In a few minutes Donna was making little
mewling sounds and as Kurt watched, she saw the horny nurse reach down
into her own panties and start masturbating her pussy. Kurt just stood
there with his own huge erection sticking straight out, so he tugged a few
times on it, enjoying the sensations.
After a few minutes Nurse Ellen stood up, and Donna let out a long sigh
and smiled at the pretty nurse. "Okay, let's move ahead," announced the
nurse, stepping back to Donna's side, taking one of the child's tiny hands
into her own, cupping it with both her hands.
Kurt stepped up between his daughter's silky thighs and rested his hands
briefly on top of the creamy pudgy skin just above her knees. Parting her
legs just a little bit more he stepped forwards until the child's legs
were pressed apart by his muscular hips. At this point his stiff erection
almost reached to her pussy, and he reached down and angled the purple
shaft down towards Donna's pussy.
"Very good, very good," said the Nurse, watching the approach to vaginal
entry very carefully. Gripping his shaft firmly the father held it against
his daughter's saliva-slicked outer vulva, right where it would slip into
her vagina.
Pressing forwards, Kurt grunted as the sensitive head of his cock pushed
between his daughter's glistening pussy lips.
"Wait, hold on a second," said the nurse suddenly, pointing down at the
father's enormous swollen shaft. He let go of his shaft and looked at her
expectantly, the head of his cock still jammed wetly in his daughter's
outer genitals.
"That might be part of the problem," said the nurse, tapping on the
father's dry foreskin where it covered his sensitive cockhead.
"Your foreskin is still dry," she said with a grimace. "Here, this might
help Donna: go ahead and retract your foreskin before you penetrate your
daughter," she said, making a withdrawing motion with her fingers.
Kurt shrugged and reached both hands down to where his stiff shaft prodded
gently at his daughter's tiny opening. As he withdrew his foreskin,
suddenly the inner warmth of his daughter's glistening-wet pussy wrapped
deliciously around the super-sensitive cockhead and he grunted, letting
out a low moan of arousal.
"Much better!" said the nurse with a smile, squeezing Donna's hand. "Does
that feel better sweetie?" said the nurse. Donna nodded and smiled up at
her Daddy.
"Oh wow, oh christ," said Kurt as he thrust his hips forward slightly. His
face turned red and he pushed forwards gingerly. "Oh christ, that's so
intense!" he said with alarm. "Oh fuck, I don't think I'm going to last
very long," he said, pushing forwards. His foreskin bunched up around his
cock, just outside of his daughter's puffy outer vulva, and he worked his
hips back just an inch or so, drawing more moisture out of Donna.
Donna suddenly whimpered and her thighs trembled and twitched. Nurse Ellen
felt the child's hand clamping around hers, and she patted the girl's
forehead. "Is that okay sweetie?" The child nodded nervously, her head
tipping from side to side, her eyes fluttering slightly.
"Much better..." said Nurse Ellen again. Looking down she saw that Kurt's
penis was substantially further up inside his daughter now, almost half of
the enormous adult organ disappearing from view on each stroke. "Oh
christ, oh FUCK!" he said through gritted teeth.
"Yes, it certainly is a bit more sensitive with the foreskin retracted
like that," agreed Ellen, watching the father's face closely.
"Oh fuck, oh my GOD!" he said, his hips slowly pistoning back and forth,
the long shaft of his cock thrusting wetly into his baby girl's hairless
little pussy. Donna's outer lips bunched up obscenely on either side of
her father's invading organ and her legs twitched more now, her hips
thrusting slightly up to meet her Daddy's stroking.
Nurse Ellen slipped one hand out of Donna's grasp, still holding the
child's hand with one of her hand, and now reached down into her uniform,
slipping her hand inside her panties and starting to massage her
overheated cunt. "Oh yes, that looks fantastic!" she murmured, staring at
where Kurt's cock disappeared into his daughter.
"Not gonna last..." panted the father now, his hips stroking back and
forth faster and faster as he fucked his daughter wildly. The horny nurse
watched the junction hungrily, licking her lips at the thought of what the
little girl must be feeling, feeling her father's giant cock pistoning up
into her tiny prepubescent body. Nurse Ellen felt clamping begin between
her legs and felt her own body twitch as the familiar sensations of orgasm
approached.
Suddenly Kurt bellowed out a warning and thrust his hips fully forward,
driving the length of his thick adult fully into his seven-year-old
daughter, then teetering forwards onto the child. Donna shrieked out a
blood-curdling scream as she felt her insides suddenly stuffed full of her
father's stiff cockmeat, and then she felt the powerful squirts deep up
inside her belly.
Daddy fell right on top of Donna now, kissing the top of her head, his
hairly chest pressing firm against her face, mashing her tiny body into
the examination table as his hips hammered furiously, pounding his stiff
cock in and out of his child's vagina. Donna shrieked and screamed and
cried, and she squeezed Nurse Ellen's hand. Nurse Ellen was twisting and
buckling too, falling forwards partially onto the table, partially
propping her body against the fuck-struck father as her own climax washed
over her. She glanced down at how the man's muscular body completely
covered his little baby girl, how his buttocks clenched rhythmically as he
thrust his cock into his baby girl, ejaculating and filling her with his
thick semen.
End of Part 3
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Part 1 - Bobby Has A Tummy Ache
Nurse Ellen worked at the Orrozaka Elementary School in San Diego,
California. She loved her job and was perfectly suited to taking care of
all the little boys and girls.
Nurse Ellen studied traditional medicine and was schooled in the all the
best methods of child doctoring. She had a very established set of
routines to go through when a child came to her office sick. The little
boys that came to her were especially her favorite, and she would sit them
down on the big examination table and ask them what their name was and
what was wrong.
When Bobby arrived with a tummy ache, he was a little nervous but Nurse
Ellen spoke softly to reassure him. Nurse Ellen asked him to climb up on
the table and take his shirt off for her and then the pretty nurse used
her stethoscope to check Bobby's chests and back, asking him to take
several deep breaths for her. "Good boy!" she said as she picked up her
pointy flashlight. When she had finished peering into Bobby's ears she
asked him to stand up at the foot of the examination table.
"My, my, you sure are growing up to be a handsome little boy!" she said
with a smile. "How old are you sweetie?" Bobby was still nervous so he
just held out two hands, with six fingers displayed. "Six years old? What
a big boy!" gushed Ellen, and Bobby grinned and felt a little more
comfortable.
"Nurse Ellen needs to examine big boy Bobby some more. Is that okay?" He
nodded. "Nurse Ellen needs Bobby to take his clothes off. Can you do that
like a big boy?" He looked uncertain. "Nurse Ellen can help you if you
want," she said, stepping to the little boy and kneeling down. "Here, come
on and stand up here," she said, lifting his little frame up and standing
him on the examination table. He shivered momentarily and then just stood
there.
"You want Nurse Ellen to take your clothes off?" He nodded and turned away
shyly. "Okay sweetie, here goes," she said, reaching for the little snaps
on the front of his shorts. She tugged them down and saw that his
underwear was 101 Dalmatians. As Bobby stepped out of his shorts she
steadied his shoulders. "Okay, now we take off your undies, okay?" A cloud
passed over his face and he wasn't so sure about that, but Nurse Ellen
pressed on, hooking her fingers in the tiny garment and easing them down
his slim hips. The moment they cleared his genitals the shy little boy
clapped both hands in place over his little tiny dingle, hiding it from
the nurse's view.
"Oh sweetie, you don't have to hide!" she gushed with a big bright smile.
Bobby just blushed as he stood there with his undies midway down his
thighs. "Come on, step out of your panties for Nurse Ellen," she cooed,
easing the garment down. Bobby stepped out but still clutched at his
crotch, covering himself from her view. Nurse Ellen could tell this he was
very nervous, so she knew she'd have to win his trust.
"Hey, that's a pretty little belly button you have there," she said,
pointing at his "outie," a little tight ball of flesh in the center of his
flat stomach. "Is it ticklish?" she said, rubbing her finger on it. "Yes!"
shrieked Bobby, twisting away and pulling his hips back, taking a step
back on the examination table but still holding onto his genitals shyly.
"Careful sweetie, don't fall off the table!" said Nurse Ellen, reaching
behind the child and holding his bare bottom. Her strong hands drew the
child back to right in front of her, standing at the edge of the table,
still clutching his privates.
"Well, I think Nurse Ellen is going to have to take Bobby's temperature.
Do you know how Nurse Ellen does that?" He shook his head. "I'll turn
away, and you lie down on the bed. Here's a pillow, and you can push your
dingle into that, so your bottom is up for Nurse Ellen." Ellen turned away
and heard Bobby moving. When she turned back the child was lying face
down, still adjusting himself into position so that the tiny pillow was
underneath his crotch, lifting his bottom slightly. He kept his legs
together firmly though, so Ellen knew she had a ways to go before taking
his temperature.
Stepping alongside the examination table, Ellen stroked the boy's bare
back. She saw gooseflesh appear on his back and buttocks, and she traced
down further on his bottom. Her fingertips traced the outline of his
little tushy and the boy shivered again. "Aw, you're such a nice boy for
Nurse Ellen!" she cooed, gently stroking his bare back. Bobby relaxed
visibly now.
"Okay, now Nurse Ellen needs you to put your legs apart just a little bit
sweetie," she said, reaching between his slim thighs and tugging at the
insides. Bobby obliged and spread his legs, revealing part of the inner
reaches of his little bottom to the horny nurse. "Very good, now Nurse
Ellen is going to get her thermometer," she explained. Putting a fresh
dollop of KY jelly on the tip of the thermometer she moved around so she
was standing behind Bobby, where his feet reached the foot of the
examination table.
"Come and move down for Nurse Ellen," she said, and tugged on his legs so
that his knees came right to the edge of the exam table. Bobby was now
face down on the table, a little pillow propping up his bottom, and Nurse
Ellen stood so that her wide hips were against the edge of the table,
propping open Bobby's thighs. Unbeknownst to Bobby, Nurse Ellen could see
almost everything between his legs: the child's tiny balls were cupped
tightly in the little scrotum, just below his little anus.
Putting one of her hands firmly on Bobby's bottom Nurse Ellen pressed him
down to make sure he wouldn't move. "Now remember, no moving sweetie," she
said sternly, and he nodded. Nurse Ellen placed the tip of the thermometer
against Bobby's anus and felt his body tense suddenly. "Now breathe for
Nurse Ellen, relax Bobby... relax," she said sternly. She saw the child's
tiny sphincter muscle twitch a few times and then relax, and she eased the
thermometer in. She felt a powerful twitch in her own cunt muscles at the
sight of the thin thermometer probe disappearing into Bobby's bowels, but
the child held obediently still.
"Good Bobby, good boy," she whispered, one hand still on his silky little
bottom. She rubbed his bare bottom, then when the thermometer was several
inches inside his rectum and the reading had begun, she let go of it and
put both hands on his little bottom, massaging his bottom and the backs of
his thighs lovingly. "Good Bobby," she said, watching as his slow
breathing moved the thermometer slightly up and down from where it jutted
out of his anus. Ellen just loved this sight, the sight of a small child
on her examination table, with a thermometer stuck in his anus. She felt
the twinges of arousal wash between her legs and she squeezed her thighs
together and kept massaging Bobby's bare little bottom.
"Okay sweetie, all done," she said, retracting the thermometer. She
glanced at the reading and Bobby looked up and around behind at her. "Oh
dear," said Nurse Ellen. "It looks like you might need an enema," she said
grimly, nodding her head.
"What's an enema?" asked Bobby naively.
"It's something Nurse Ellen will do to make you feel better," she said
with a smile. "Here, just wait here, I'll be right back. Move up the bed
a little bit too, just relax sweetie." Nurse Ellen left the room.
When Nurse Ellen returned she was pleased to find Bobby was lying on his
back now, his legs slightly spread, and his little tiny penis uncovered.
When he heard her he quickly covered himself, but remained on his back
like that. Between his legs Nurse Ellen could see his taut little scrotum
still, beneath his grasping fingertips. "Will this hurt?" he asked in a
tiny voice.
"Oh no, not at all!" she said, smiling. "This will feel wonderful for you,
and it will make you feel all better. Now turn over again sweetie, Nurse
Ellen needs you to lie on your tummy." Nurse Ellen lubricated the tip of
the enema nozzle, a special smaller one designed especially for tiny
little boy rectums, and brought the rolling bag stand close to the bed.
"Spread your legs sweetie," she said. "This is just like the temperature,
we have to put it in your bottom." Bobby spread his legs and Ellen
carefully inserted the nozzle. She felt Bobby's anus twitch as the nozzle
slid inward, and when his sphincter snapped around the little retention
ring, she heard the child grunt quietly. She took a minute to admire her
handiwork, admire the rubber hose leading out from between Bobby's tiny
little bottom cheeks. "Good boy," she whispered, stroking his bare bottom.
"Now Nurse Ellen needs you to relax sweetie, just lie here and breathe for
Nurse Ellen, okay?" Bobby nodded. Ellen opened the enema valve up and
watched the warm liquid slowly start to flow into the child's bowels. At
first Bobby did nothing, but then she saw his hips squirm slightly as the
warm fluids pressed their way into his lower intestines. "Good Bobby," she
whispered again, stroking his tushy.
After half of the enema bag had dribbled into the child, Bobby was visibly
uncomfortable. He kept moving around as his body sent him mixed signals,
signals like he had to make a poopoo, but he wasn't sure exactly why, and
he was awfully embarrassed to tell the nurse he had to poopoo, so he just
lay there and kind of squirmed around.
Nurse Ellen stroked his lower back soothingly. "Is that okay sweetie?" she
said. Bobby hesitated and then nodded. "Good boy," she said. "Now Nurse
Ellen has to check your bottom, so she needs you to get up on your knees
sweetie," she said. "Come on, up!"
Bobby's mind whirled as pressed his arms into the bed and did an awkward
pushup, thrusting his bottom up into the air. He had a feeling that maybe
Nurse Ellen could see his dingle like this but he had to keep both hands
under him to stay in this doggy-style position, so he wasn't sure what to
do about it. And besides, something felt really funny in his tummy, in his
bottom, down everywhere between his legs, a sort of tingling and he wasn't
really sure what to make of it.
"Good Bobby!" said the nurse encouragingly, and Bobby felt better.
Nurse Ellen kept her hand on the enema nozzle just to make sure it
wouldn't pop out, and she admired the child's bare bottom, perky round and
thrust up in the air. Now that he was up on his knees his ass crack was
spread much wider and the little muscular ring around his anus clenched
and bulged from the pressure within.
"Nurse Ellen has to check your testicles sweetie, now hold still," she
cautioned him. Stroking her fingertips lightly along the tiny scrotum she
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