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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Rebecca And Vicca - Nasty Anal Nurses
Date: Sat, 8 Apr 2000 21:10:07 -0400
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Rebecca and Vicca - Nasty Anal Nurses
The receptionist at the clinic led me to the examination room and told
me to get undressed. She said that Nurse Rebecca would be in to see
me in a few minutes. When the receptionist left the room and closed
the door I shed my clothing and sat on the examination table and
waited.
In a few minutes the door opened and a petite, slender, blonde woman
entered. The way she carried herself made her appear not so petite,
and her voice had a pleasant, and at the same time, commanding tone to
it.
After introducing herself as Nurse Rebecca, she said she wanted to
check my prostate, and told me to stand up and bend over the
examination table. I looked back and saw her putting on a latex
glove. Just then the door opened and another nurse came in. She
looked as though she was Nurse Rebecca's co-worker and possibly her
assistant.
"Come on in, Vicca, I'm about to check his prostate. I want you to
check it too," Rebecca said. Nurse Rebecca lubed up her middle finger
and, with the other hand, spread open my nether parts, exposing my
back hole. She inserted her finger, and spoke to Vicca. "First you
check for impaction. Okay, none here at this time. Then you locate
the prostate. It's about the size of an almond if it's healthy.
Check for enlargement." Nurse Rebecca probed some more. "This one's
a little enlarged, but nothing too drastic. Now feel for any
anomalies. You've got to press hard enough..."
I groaned as Nurse Rebecca vigorously massaged my prostate. My penis
was becoming erect and at the same time, there was some seepage of
prostatic fluid.
"Okay Vicca, I want you to check his prostate now and tell me what you
observe," Nurse Rebecca instructed as she pulled out and held me down
in a nonverbal command to stay where I was.
I felt Vicca's hands as she tried to emulate Rebecca's actions.
Cautiously, Vicca spread my nether cheeks and inserted the lubricated
finger of her gloved hand all the way in. She then felt her way
around until she encountered my prostate. "Okay, there it is," Vicca
mentioned.
Rebecca instructed Vicca, "Now work your finger all around it so that
you'll know what it feels like." As Vicca followed her instructions
my erection was growing, despite my embarrassment. Rebecca gave
further instructions. "When you have the feel of it, press on the
center of the prostate. Then, from different angles, press it towards
its center. Remember that you need to press hard."
I squirmed as Vicca's finger pressed, quite hard, on my prostate. Her
ministrations caused more fluid to seep from my now raging hard-on.
The prostate massage felt good in a way, and was also uncomfortable in
another way, hard to describe. A few moments passed with Vicca
prodding, squeezing, and pushing at my prostate. Finally she withdrew
and disposed of her glove.
"Stand up and turn around," Nurse Rebecca ordered. She continued,
"Vicca, please bring a paper towel." When Vicca approached with the
requested item, Rebecca continued, "Now milk the prostatic fluid from
his penis, and then we'll get his enemas ready." Vicca, with a slight
smile, grasped my instantly erect member and slowly and sensuously
worked the seepage out into the paper towel. After most of the fluid
was worked out, she lightly brushed the very tip of my penis with the
paper towel in order to get all of the seepage. I couldn't help
emitting a gasp due to the sensitivity of my skin at that point. Then
Vicca disposed of the paper towel.
"Get up on the table now, on your hands and knees," Nurse Rebecca
commanded. "Now, to help you relax I'm going to insert this little
vibrator egg..." She spread some lubricant all over a plastic
oblong-shaped gizmo that was about three-quarter inch wide and two
inches long, and slipped it inside me. With a coy smile, she started
the vibrating action. What a turn-on that was. She went through
different speeds, observing my reaction (and my throbbing erection)
before setting it at its lowest setting. "Now I'm going to leave it
on like that and fix your enema. We'll be back in a couple of
minutes."
With that, both women left the room. After a few minutes, Rebecca and
Vicca entered the room carrying the apparatus with which I was about
to be well hosed and nozzled.
Vicca hung the large red enema bag on the stand by the examination
table. Rebecca obtained the lubricant and instructed Vicca, "Now you
want to generously lube the part of the nozzle which will be inside
his rectum. As you know, this is a foley catheter, commonly called a
Bardex. (pause while Vicca lubed the business end of the nozzle)...
Okay now, you spread him like this... (Rebecca expertly spread my
cheeks apart) ... and get it aligned... and now very quickly insert
it completely." Nurse Rebecca shoved the business end of the bardex
inside me.
"Now you give this inflation bulb for the inside cuff a couple of
squeezes so that he won't leak at all. Be very careful and do not
overinflate the cuff." Rebecca gave two slow squeezes to the
inflation bulb. I immediately felt very full, just like when you have
to go. Nurse Rebecca continued, "Now inflate the outer cuff, and this
will ensure retention." She squeezed the bulb for the external
inflation cuff. Speaking to me, she continued, "Now lay on your
back."
After I had maneuvered onto my back, I was told to bend my knees and
spread my feet. Nurse Rebecca attached a hose between the enema bag
and the bardex. This hose had a bulb in the center of it that looked
as though it was a squeeze bulb.
"This is a modified version of a higginson syringe," Rebecca stated.
"Unlike a true higginson, it allows the flow to continue without
squeezing it, but it also holds a supply of water in the bulb so that
we can 'get things going' if needed. We're going to set the flow to a
fairly slow rate, and once the bag is empty, you need to retain the
enema for at least five minutes. Please start the flow, Vicca"
Vicca needed no further encouragement and clicked the release. I felt
the water slowly entering me. Rebecca turned her attention to Vicca.
"Now the flow has almost stopped. When that happens, we give a
squeeze or two like this," she said, and gave the bulb a good squeeze.
I groaned as I felt the surge of water streaming into my bowels.
Nurse Rebecca came to my side and started to gently massage my
abdominal area. My penis would get alternately erect and relaxed,
depending on the amount of cramping and discomfort. Rebecca had no
qualms about talking about this phenomenon to Vicca. "With some
clients, their state of arousal is a pretty good indicator of the flow
rate. This one likes the touching. When he's fairly aroused, we can
give the bulb another squeeze." With a giggle, she reached over and
squeezed the bulb. I felt another surge and in a moment my throbbing
hard-on had subsided to about half-mast.
The enema filled me up to the point where I felt extremely full and I
started to vocalize my plight to the women, who nodded understandingly
but otherwise didn't provide any relief. Finally all the enema was
inside me and Vicca closed the clamp.
"Now you've got to retain the enema for at least five minutes,"
Rebecca instructed. While Rebecca continued to massage my abdominal
area and encourage me to breathe deeply, Vicca's hands found their way
to the insides of my thighs, tantalizingly stroking my skin and
working their way ever closer to my groin. Occasionally Vicca would
lightly brush her fingers on my testicles and penis, just enough to
teasingly get my attention away from the retained enema. After what
felt like an extremely long time, Rebecca told me that she would give
me about fifteen minutes to get rid of this enema, and that they'd be
back with my second enema then. She deflated the bardex and I
hot-footed it to the bathroom for long-awaited relief.
Rebecca and Vicca entered the room with a full enema bag. Vicca
secured it to the stand. "Up on all fours now," commanded Rebecca,
while she lubricated the bardex. "Vicca, I'd like you to insert the
nozzle and inflate the cuffs."
Vicca donned a disposable glove and pushed a well lubed finger into my
back end, spreading lubricant around on the inside, and with a sly
smile also managed to give a couple of squeezes to my prostate.
Spreading my hind cheeks with one hand, she quickly and skillfully
inserted the bardex into me and inflated the cuffs.
"Over on your back now," Vicca, taking charge, instructed. She
connected the hose and started the flow. Both Rebecca and Vicca
massaged my abdominal area as the fluid entered me.
"Pump him, Vicca," instructed Rebecca when she observed that the flow
had slowed down. Vicca, smiling, reached over and gave the bulb a
good squeeze. It felt like an entire quart of water whooshed in me
all at once, although I know that it was only several ounces. Rebecca
giggled, "Don't you love the way they squirm when you pump the bulb?"
A few moments elapsed, and Rebecca said to me, "There is less
obstruction now, so the enema is going in you faster. You still need
to retain it for five minutes once it is all inside you. Vicca, pump
him some more, and be ready to keep pumping him if the flow is at all
slow."
Vicca gave another good squeeze and I groaned and squirmed while the
women giggled. They were obviously enjoying this part. Every few
seconds, Vicca gave the bulb another hearty squeeze. I would wiggle,
groan, and protest that I was very full. My reactions only increased
their enjoyment of the scene before them. When the bag finally
emptied Vicca closed the clamp. Her fingers then wandered down to my
genital area and her teasing touches kept my mind somewhat off my
discomfort. After five long minutes, Vicca deflated the cuffs,
withdrew the nozzle and said they'd be back in twenty minutes for my
third enema.
I got rid of all the enema and had a couple of minutes to spare.
Vicca walked in alone with a medium sized cardboard box and set it
down. She mentioned that Rebecca was called away on an urgent matter
and that since my appointment was the last one today everyone else
went home, and that she would be taking care of me for my third enema.
"First, I want you to get on the examination table, on your back, and
scoot all the way to the front. That's it. Now, I want you to put
your feet in these stirrups. Yes, I know you feel exposed. Come on.
Good. Now stay like that. I'll bring your enema in a little bit."
Vicca walked in a few minutes later with a full enema bag and hung it
on its stand. Then, to my considerable surprise, she unbuttoned her
uniform dress and stepped out of it. She stripped all her clothes off
and stated, "Your next enema is going to be a little different from
the other two." Vicca opened a shelf door and pulled out what looked
like a strangely shaped nozzle on some kind of harness. She proceeded
to fasten the harness around her hips so that the nozzle was sticking
out from her pubic area. The nozzle appeared somewhat flexible, was
about six inches long, and had a bulbous tip almost an inch wide, and
only slightly tapered to a shaft with ridges on it. There was a
nipple close to the base of it for attaching an enema hose. Vicca
made a few adjustments and then fitted the enema hose to the base of
the nozzle. I observed as she generously lubricated it, and then she
was ready for action. Standing in front of me, Vicca lifted my
testicles out of the way with one hand as she spread my cheeks open
with her other hand.
"Okay, now, innnnnn we go," Vicca said as she slowly thrust the dildo
nozzle into me. "I won't start the flow yet - I want to work this
nozzle in and out a little first," she said as she repeatedly thrust
with long, even strokes. The nozzle was thick enough so that every
thrust inward stimulated my prostate and caused my erection to stand
up more rigid until it was pointing straight up.
Vicca stopped thrusting and started the enema. Grasping my hips with
both hands, she stayed fairly still, giving a little in-out thrust
every now and then while looking at me with a teasing smile. After
the last of the enema drained from the bag and Vicca closed the hose
clamp, I was feeling extremely full. Vicca kept up the occasional
thrusting for several minutes while I retained the enema. Then,
staying where she was, she spread some lubricant on both her hands.
With one hand lightly manipulating my testicles and the other hand
stroking my rigid hard-on, she resumed the thrusting. Slowly at
first, but quickening the pace as time went on, Vicca kept my prostate
stimulated and brought me closer to orgasm.
The effect of Vicca's thrusting, combined with the work of her hands
on my testicles and penis, in addition to the intense pressure of the
large enema inside me, brought on one of most powerful orgasms I have
ever experienced. I spurted and spurted, making incoherent sounds as
the orgasm wracked my whole body. When the paroxysms subsided, Vicca
slowly pulled out and helped me stand up to go evacuate.
I used the shower at the clinic to get cleaned up. Spent and
satisfied, I prepared to leave. Vicca walked up to me and said, "I
know these sessions are expensive, because of the time spent and the
clinic setting and the fact that there are two of us providing your
treatment. If you're interested in a little different setting and
saving some expense, I can take a limited number of appointments at my
house on the weekend. Interested?"
Enthusiastically, I told her I'd be very interested.
"Good. Here's my card, with my other phone number on it."
I glanced at the card and noticed that she had written a different
name on it. "Angie?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied. "Ask for Angie when you call, but during sessions
call me Vicca."
"Great - I'll call you soon for an appointment."
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