The summer I was to turn eighteen, Tommy decided to return to college.
My brother Philip was his inspiration. Philip was well on his way to law
school and he often prodded Tommy to return to get his degree. Tommy
finally gave in and reenrolled in state college. I followed him this
Our only problem would be finances. We had saved up some money, but not
enough for four years of college. I decided to get a job. Tommy wasn't
happy about it, but I thought it was for the best. I took a job as a
clerk in a local grocery during the day and three or four nights a week
I worked as a waitress. His mother also helped. She had saved a sizable
sum for his education and hadn't gave up hope of him getting a college
Tommy worked hard on his studies, took a job at nights and on weekends,
but somehow we always found time for each other. He even took the time
to help me work on getting a high school diploma. I had given thought to
becoming a nurse someday.
The years passed quickly. Tommy was now a lawyer in town as well as my
brother Philip. Philip was giving thought to running for county judge.
He was a well liked man in these parts. The women swooned over him, but
he never got married. His career seemed to be his whole life.
I had made my way through school as well becoming an RN. I worked for
Doctor Jennings as well as at the hospital on weekends. Our careers were
on the rise, but our home life still lacked the pitter-patter of little
feet. My arms ached to hold a child in them. I was almost twenty-eight
years old now and I should have been a mother a long time ago. I became
obsessed with the notion at times. Tommy always did his best to
understand my feelings, but he never truly did.
One obsession Tommy and I both shared was our love for kinky sex. We did
it at every waking available moment. He devised all sorts of toys to add
to our pleasure and enemas were a great part of everything we did.
I had learned to give them professionally but I also knew how to give
them with the greatest of pleasure. I had to avoid the temptation at
work to touch people sexually while I was giving them. Men and women
alike. I knew how to insert the tip just right to make moans of pleasure
arise from my patients.
I got wet many times while lubing up a person beforehand too. If I saw
someone I desired I purposely prolonged the lubrication process. My
fingers lingering inside turning and twisting slightly. Some of the
patients actually made up illnesses I thought just so I could give them
One such patient was Jerrod Blake. He began coming to Doc Jennings in
the spring that year complaining of a very bad belly ache. Doc's
prescription was a series of enemas, herbal ones of course, and a
special diet. Doc sent him into the back office to wait for me, I would
be the one to administer his enemas.
I walked into the room and instructed Jerrod to remove his clothing and
to put on a gown. While he did this I busied myself preparing his
treatment. I removed suppositories from a jar and placed them on a tray
next to the exam table. I placed Vaseline and gloves on the tray as well
then began mixing the soap and water enema.
When Jerrod was changed into his gown I had him lie face down on the
table. He was a very handsome man and as I noticed, a well built man. We
made small talk while he lay there. I placed the gloves on my hand while
he talked about local people we both knew.
He noticeably flinched as I spread his ass cheeks apart and placed a
well lubed finger inside him. I moved my finger deliberately in and out
and also crooked it slightly to massage his prostate. Tommy had always
enjoyed this at home and I did this to men I was attracted to here. I
tried never to make myself obvious with the patients though. My finger
elicited moans and sighs from Jerrod. As he moved a bit to readjust his
position, I knew he was getting hard.
I removed my finger and placed two suppositories inside him. I asked him
to retain these as long as he possibly could. I explained that we needed
to removed some matter so that the enema could work more effectively.
Within ten minutes Jerrod could hold it no longer and I allowed him to
get up. I helped him into the bathroom at the far end of the exam room.
He was back on the table within fifteen minutes, complaining of course
of the burn from the glycerin in the suppository. I placed him on his
side this time and began the process of lubing him again. He squirmed a
bit more this time as I kept my finger in there longer and made it go
deeper. His gown slid from his thigh and I was able to see in profile
that he had a hard on.
I slid the enema tip in next and as I began the flow I instructed him
about cramping. He didn't seem too bothered by the water flow and only
once did a look of pain cross his face as a cramp hit him. After the
water was all in I had him wait again as long as he could.
I told him I wanted him to move to lying on his back now so the water
could move around inside of him. I saw the outlines of his rigidness
through the gown. I reached a hand out and massaged his belly,
deliberately letting my wrist brush against him. His moans grew deeper
and more intense. I rubbed his belly for about fifteen minutes before
the pressure got too great for him.
While he expelled the first enema I prepared another soap and water
solution. This time added some salt to it as the Doc had instructed me
to do as well as an extra teaspoon of soap. Doc always liked the second
solution stronger. I waited patiently for Jerrod to come out of the
I had him lie on his back this time and put his feet into the stirrups
of the exam table. I wipes his ass a bit with a soapy washcloth and then
began lubrication. I left my finger in there even longer and twisted and
turned it until I saw him grow rigid again. I removed it and inserted
the enema tip.
I slowed the flow of the solution because it was stronger and harder to
retain if allowed it to flow in too fast. I used my left hand to hold
the tip in and with my right I massaged his belly. When he had all of it
inside of him I clamped it off and had him scoot back on the table.
I moved to his right side and massaged his belly some more, only this
time I deliberately brushed myself against his right hand which was
laying extended at his side. I almost wished he was brave enough to pull
up my nurse's uniform and put his hand in my panties. I was sopping wet.
I was disappointed when Jerrod got up to expel again, but I regained my
composure. The next enema I administered to him was clear water and then
I would give him the herbal treatment the Doc wanted him to have. Acting
professional was the toughest part of the whole thing. I wanted to take
him into my mouth and I wanted him to bend me over the table and take me
as well. After he left that afternoon I was a sexual mess.
I went home that night and told Tommy of my experience that day. I
always told Tommy of these sessions and how much they turned me on. He
relished in my excitement. He often told me he wished I could bring some
of these men and women home and watch me giving them enemas and have sex
with them too. Our perversions usually knew no bounds, but we never
included others in our play.
A couple of days later Jerrod was back to repeat his enemas. I did
pretty much as before, but Jerrod seemed quite a bit bolder and less
embarrassed than before. He became a regular in the doctor's office
before too long. Then one Thursday afternoon, he decided he wanted much
I had just given him his two soapy enemas and a clear water rinse. He
came back to the exam table and instead of laying down he sat on the
edge. I assumed maybe he had some more cramps, but paid him no mind as I
went about preparing his herbal enema. I hung the bag and indicated he
should lie back down on the table, but he shook his head in refusal.
"Mr. Blake, we aren't yet finished. Is something wrong, are you in
pain?" I asked.
He shook his head no again, and said," No but I have a problem." He
reached for my hand and placed it on his cock. " I can't stand it
anymore. I have wanted you since the first time you touched me."
He pulled me into his arms to kiss me and at first I resisted, but that
resistance gave way as his hand reached under my dress and his hand slid
inside my panties. I pressed against it as he slid his finger inside my
cunt. I was already wet and moans escaped both our lips. I didn't stop
him as he placed me face down onto the table and began fucking me. I got
hotter at the thought of Tommy watching us, how I wished he was.
We both had to stifle our moans as we came in unison. I hurried to clean
myself up and told him to do the same. My professional manner kicked in
again and I proceeded to dump the enema I previously prepared. It had
grown cold and I didn't think Jerrod truly wanted another one anyway.
When he came out of the bathroom I told him I wanted him to come to my
house tomorrow after dark. I lied to him telling him Tommy was to be out
of town and I wanted to see him again. He agreed to come over.
I could hardly wait for Tommy to come home from work to tell him what
had happened and what I had set up. Tommy was as excited as I was. He
had always wanted to watch another man taking me and now we had set it
all up. He was even more sexually aroused that night than I had ever
I had a hell of a time concentrating at work the next day. I rushed to
get home and get dinner for Tommy and me. We had everything ready when
Jerrod finally arrived. Tommy was in our bedroom closet waiting.
Jerrod didn't waste time with small talk. We were in the bedroom within
minutes of his arrival. When we were both devoid of clothes and on the
bed Jerrod reached to turn off the bedside lamp but I stopped him. I
told him I preferred to see everything. He made no further protests.
We began kissing and touching each other all over. Jerrod's tongue
traced a path from my lips, to my tits and then further down. His tongue
began licking my clit and I was soon writhing on the bed. As he licked
me his fingers slid in and out of my cunt. I leaned up on my elbows a
bit so I could see the closet door better. I clicked on the bedside
radio to cover any noise coming from there.
I could see Tommy stroking himself as he watched Jerrod tonguing me. I
had Jerrod lay to the side of me so I could stroke him, then we moved
into a sixty-nine position, with me on top. As I deep throated his cock
my eyes watched as Tommy gave himself a hand-job. God this was so good.
Jerrod moved me into a missionary style position and got so lost in what
he was doing that he didn't notice me using my finger to call Tommy to
come join us, nor did he realize Tommy was standing there for some time.
He was so startled when he saw Tommy that he rolled completely off the
bed away from both of us.
I was the first to speak. "Don't worry Jerrod, come back here. Tommy
knows about us. I don't keep these things from him. If you don't mind he
would like to watch some more and maybe join us."
Jerrod looked from me to Tommy and back to me again. Then he just
smiled. He climbed back onto the bed and placed me so that I was sitting
on his cock. Gone was his shyness or embarrassment. He played our game
and played it quite well. He fucked me while I sucked Tommy. It was
great the way Tommy and Jerrod both responded. I was in heaven.
That night lead to many more nights. Soon Jerrod was also a part of our
enema play as well. This went on for months before Jerrod got
transferred to another state by his company. Tommy and I were both sad
to see him go. We had a lot of good times together.
Then my blue skies got very cloudy. The following summer Tommy had
joined a bunch of men from town on a fishing trip. He and my brother
Philip as well as several friends traveled about two-hundred miles from
home to be in a big fishing tournament. I decided while Tommy was gone I
was going to repaint the kitchen and give the house a thorough cleaning.
The Saturday after they left I was interrupted by a knock at the front
door. I opened the door to see a state trooper standing there. I dropped
my paint brush as a feeling of dread passed through me. Before he even
opened his mouth I knew. I felt it deep down.
Tommy was dead. The man whom I have had loved for fifteen years, who had
been my best friend as well as lover, was gone. I barely heard what the
trooper was saying anymore. Apparently a speed boat had struck the boat
that Tommy and Philip were on. Tommy had been D.O.A and Philip was in
critical condition in a hospital nearby. The trooper asked if there was
anyone he could call for me. I asked him to call Doc Jennings.
When Doc got there I was a babbling crying mess. He gave me a sedative
and put me in bed while he called my parents as well as Tommy's.
Although the sedative helped to calm me I was in no way tired or willing
to give into sleep. I heard the doorbell ring and rose to go to the
living room. Mr. and Mrs. Murphy had arrived. Mrs. Murphy immediately
grabbed me and gave me a hug. I took her hand and took her to the couch.
My parents were the next to arrive along with my brother Michael and his
wife. Momma took over and went into the kitchen with Michael to clean up
the paint mess and begin making coffee. She was soon on the phone
calling my other relatives and then she asked Mrs. Murphy to come into
the kitchen to do the same. I went in there as well, sitting at the
kitchen table sipping coffee, while they made the calls. I stayed there
as people began to arrive. My father and Mr. Murphy greeted them.
Momma was the first to call the hospital where Philip was and learned he
had stabilized. She talked with the doctors about flying him here so
that he could be in a nearby hospital. The doctors felt that was a
possibility by tomorrow if he stayed stable but thought transporting by
ambulance would be easier.
Over the next few days Tommy was laid to rest and Philip was brought
home. I went to visit Philip several times, and not once did I ask him
what happened nor did he offer to bring it all up. I just wanted to
concentrate on my brother getting better.
I hadn't returned to work as of yet but Doc said I could take as much
time as I wanted. Mentally I was not prepared for dealing with the
public just yet. All of that could wait.
Philip finally got the green light to leave the hospital and I insisted
he come home with me until he was fully recovered. Momma and Daddy
agreed that it was for the best as well. In fact before all was said and
done Philip ended up moving in and giving up his own apartment.
Although I eventually returned to nursing, my life never was the same
again. I never remarried, instead I became a bitter vengeful person. As
my parents and Tommy's passed on, I became totally focused on Philip and
A few years after Philip was voted in as judge, he changed his method of
punishment, which is where I came in. I became his punishment
administrator. I gave enemas to people who had done wrong and flogged
many. Our ideas for punishment were borne out of the way we were raised
and what we had seen at the hands of the Enforcers of Justice.
No, this town would never be the same again.
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