by Tom
I never quite knew what it was like to be ill until I got appendicitis at the age of fourteen. I had never felt a pain like it, and my mother saw immediately that it was no ordinary tummy ache. It took only a frantic phone call to the doctor to get me collected by an ambulance and rushed to the hospital.
I was hurting so much that I didn't much care what they did to me. I endured the awful humiliation of having a finger stuck up my ass, of a grinning male nurse shaving off my pubic hair and I accepted the anaesthetic with a sigh of pure relief.
I came round several hours later with my mouth tasting like the bottom of a parrot's cage, a raging thirst which merited only a few sips of water and the entirely reasonable feeling that someone had knifed me in the guts. The only thing my befuddled brain really took in was the fact that there was movement in the room, a couple of nurses lifting an unconscious form into the other bed. I felt a vague pang of sympathy before I slipped back into unconsciousness.
Next time I felt better. I kinda croaked for help and a nurse appeared, with that reassuring smile that seems to be painted permanently in position. She cranked me into a semi-sitting position and then fed me the nectar of the gods. Actually, it was only iced water that I sucked through a plastic tube, but ambrosia could not possibly have been more welcome. This time my eyes were back in working order and I saw with surprise that the occupant of the other bed was a girl - I discovered later that they just mixed kids up on the pediatric floor, but at the time it was quite a shock.
As more neurones recovered from the poisonous effects of the anaesthetic, I realized that I knew the girl - her name was Maxine, and she was nearly the girl next door - her house actually was in the next road but it backed on to ours.
"What's wrong with her?"
The nurse smiled.
"Oh - same as you. Appendicitis."
"I know her - she lives near me."
"That's nice."
Nice? It was awful! I was really uncomfortable with girls - it was okay in class, but I just didn't know how to talk to them and I certainly didn't want to share a room with one. Oh - I was well aware of their function in the greater scheme of things, but I wasn't even very comfortable with the idea of my own sexuality - the only place I could really be free was in my fantasy world.
We had both recovered to the merely half-dead stage by the time our mothers arrived bearing grapes and magazines. I endured being fussed over - to tell the truth I was so glad to see mom that I didn't really care how maternal she was. Mrs. West, Maxine's mom, seemed to be taking charge of the whole place as she informed the world that she had been a nurse before Maxine arrived. To my horror, she insisted on inspecting her daughter's incision - she just pulled up Maxine's gown and had a real good look while I cringed with embarrassment as Maxine went beetroot red as she was exposed for everyone to see. At least it gave me one bit of information - it wasn't just boys who got shaved before surgery. I made sure that I kept a firm grip on my sheets anyway as Mrs. West came to talk to my mother - I had no desire for the same thing to happen to me.
When our visitors departed, Maxine and I settled into an embarrassed silence. I didn't know what to say - I mean, what can you say to a fourteen year old girl after her mother has done something like that? Eventually we just settled down to read until supper arrived.
Next day, they got us both out of bed and made us walk around, despite the fact that it was painful. I asked if I could have some underwear, but the nurse shook her head and said that the air needed to get to the incision to heal it up quickly. So I had to spend the day bare-assed, with only a gown reaching to mid-thigh as a sop to my modesty. In fact, I soon forgot my predicament, until Maxine started to laugh at me when I gratefully sat down after another route march. I scowled at her.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh - it's just that girls learn to sit with their knees together..."
That was when I realized that she had been looking straight up my gown. I hastily pulled the cloth between my legs, then I just had to laugh in turn.
"I guess that makes us even, then. Does your mother always act like that?"
Maxine nodded.
"It's because she was a nurse, I think. You get used to it."
"I don't think I would!"
"If she was your mother, you would. Believe me."
My accidental exposure broke the ice between us. We still didn't have a lot in common, but at least we could talk now. We were both too close to childhood for our relationship to be even remotely sexual - we were just two kids, sometimes hurting, always bored, thrown together by illness. For me, sex was something for the future and for my fantasies, not an imminent possibility.
Mom and Mrs. West got more friendly too and I cringed on occasions as my life was publicly dissected by the two women - mom did everything except produce my baby photos. Still, time passed and we neared the glorious day when we would both get out of the hospital.
The day finally dawned. Maxine was taken off to the treatment room and I presumed it was for a final checkup before we were allowed to leave. Then the door to our room opened and one of the nurses looked in.
"Just go along to room nine, Peter."
I walked along the corridor, counting doors. Some of them had red lights on, indicating that they were occupied, but nine's light was out. I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Then I stopped dead in my tracks. The room was not empty after all. Maxine was lying on the table, curled up on her side. It took me a moment to work it out - a red rubber tube was planted between her butt cheeks and it led up to a stainless steel can mounted on the wall. As the nurse turned round I backed out of the room, my face burning as I realized what was happening. Maxine was getting an enema!
I sat on the chair outside of the door, embarrassed, humiliated and above all, angry. The nurse should have put the red light on - it was her wretched fault that I had done something as gauche as busting in on Maxine when she was being given an enema. I felt that I was never going to be able to look her in the eye again after something so excruciatingly awful.
It took a while to dawn on me why I had been sent there. I suddenly went all cold and shivery as I realized that I was due an enema as well. I had become pretty used to the fact that just about anyone felt free to just pull my gown up and poke around my stomach - I had even gotten to the stage where being shaven didn't matter, but an enema - that was something else! It was an invasion of the most intimate portion of my anatomy by an inanimate object in the shape of a length of rubber tube followed by the unspeakably disgusting process of injecting liquid where it was not meant to go.
I didn't question the fact that it was going to happen. Hospital was like that - nobody asked you, nobody cared what you felt about things - they just went ahead and did it. I wished to god that I hadn't burst in on Maxine - it meant that I got extra time to worry about the coming enema. What the hell would it be like? I simply could not begin to imagine.
Then the door opened and I studiously looked at the floor while Maxine left in the direction of our room.
"Come along in, Peter."
Oh god - it was all ready for me. The rubber tubing was lying on the table, looking casual but carrying an indeterminate menace. The nurse picked it up and held it out of the way.
"Well - at least I don't need to explain things to you. Hop up and let's get this done."
There was something so awful about lying curled up on my side, knowing what was going to happen - I would have preferred if it had all come as a surprise without giving me time to worry about it. Before I could speak, something thin and rigid slid into my asshole - the nurse obviously didn't believe in delaying the inevitable. It felt weird, an alien invader inside my body, but at least it wasn't painful - I hadn't been sure about that.
I had never experienced anything remotely like it. It kinda tingled, but more so - it made my guts knot up like it was sucking my insides out. Then I felt a sudden gush of warm liquid deep inside - it gave me an immediate desire to take a shit, then it subsided to being just a warm sensation that gradually increased its pressure. Then the real urge came over me - I just had to get rid of the liquid or burst.
"That's enough, nurse. I'm full."
She chuckled and I felt the tube slide out again.
"All right, Peter - you can go to the bathroom now."
It was like taking a piss out of the wrong hole at first. Then everything seemed to squeeze itself out of my asshole, an enormous mountain of shit that made me realize just why I had needed the enema. I felt several pounds lighter when I finally stood up again and surveyed what I had produced. The nurse came and looked as well.
"My goodness - you really needed that, didn't you?"
I mumbled an affirmative - it seemed odd to be having a conversation with someone who had just given me an enema - then fled back to the room.
Maxine looked up as I entered. I stopped dead, uncertain again. Then she giggled and finally broke into laughter. After a few moments I joined in - it defused the situation. Finally Maxine subsided into hiccups.
"You should have seen your face when you burst in! You looked like you'd been struck by lightning!"
Suddenly it stopped being embarrassing and became funny. I grinned at her.
"I couldn't see your face! I'm sorry I disturbed you though."
"Oh - it was only an enema. Anyway - you got one as well."
Only an enema? That gave me food for thought.
It was wonderful when mom collected me and took me back home. I showed her how well the incision had healed - it was just a red line by that stage - and we both laughed at my denuded state. Mom shook her head.
"Now you're my little boy again. Why don't you keep it shaved?"
"No way! It's starting to grow back now - I just hope it's finished before I have to take a shower at school - the other boys would laugh themselves to death if they saw me like this."
She nodded.
"I suppose so. It just reminds me of when you were a little boy."
"Aw, mom, I'm a teenager now."
She sighed.
"It all happens so fast."
"Not for me it doesn't. I can't wait until I'm sixteen. Then I can have my own car... can't I?"
She laughed again.
"We'll see. Maybe if your grades are good..."
She sprung it on me next morning.
"I have to go to work, honey. Mrs. West says she'll look after you."
"Aw, mom, I'll be all right. I'm fine now."
She shook her head.
"No arguments, Peter. I wouldn't rest if I thought you were on your own. Mrs. West used to be a nurse - she'll know what to do if anything happens."
I dressed in jogging pants with running shorts as underwear - it still felt uncomfortable to have anything tight round my waist - and mom dumped me at the West house. Mrs. West smiled a welcome.
"Hello, Peter - bright and early I see. Maxine is still asleep."
Mom insisted on kissing my cheek, then waved goodbye. Mrs. West led the way into their kitchen and I made for a stool, but she stopped me.
"I'll just take a look at your tummy, Peter."
Before I could object, she had yanked my pants and shorts down and was prodding at my stomach.
"Does that hurt?"
"Not much."
"That?"
"Ouch!"
"Still tender then. Those internal stitches take a while to dissolve. Sit down and have some coffee."
I sighed as I sipped the milky liquid. Mrs. West was turning out just as bossy as I had imagined. I quite resented her pulling my pants down - it didn't seem right that she felt free to maul me around. I started to wonder just what I was going to do all day.
"Mrs. West - I think I'll just go home and get a book to read."
She looked round at me.
"You can do that later, honey, after I give you your enema."
This was too much.
"I'm not having an enema."
"Yes you are, dear. Your mother was very pleased when I offered to do it - she's not a nurse, you see."
"My mom knows?"
"Of course she does. Appendectomy patients mustn't strain after their surgery - you'll need help with your bowels for a few days."
I struggled to find a reply. Hospital was one thing - you had to expect things like enemas there, and the nurses were a strangers. In all honesty, if I really did need an enema, I would have preferred mom to do it - Mrs. West was neither a stranger nor someone I felt comfortable with. I didn't get the chance to say anything before Maxine appeared, wearing a housecoat over her pyjamas and yawning.
"Oh - hi Peter. Mom said you would be here today. Is that coffee?"
Mrs. West bustled around.
"Not now, dear. Let me give you your enema first."
Maxine looked uncomfortable.
"Mom - Peter's here!"
"That's right. I want to get you both cleaned out before you settle down to doing anything."
"He's having one too?"
"Of course he is. You both need them for a few days until you get completely healed."
Maxine smiled.
"Oh - that's all right then. I don't mind if he's getting the same as me. Can't I have some coffee first?"
"Take a cup with you."
They left the room. I could hardly believe that an enema could be so casual that Maxine could eat and drink while receiving it. It increased what had been a suspicion into total certainty - enemas in this house were pretty routine affairs. That made me feel much better - if it happened all of the time then there was nothing special about it, only some minor embarrassment on my part. Maybe I was the odd guy out - maybe everybody got them all of the time and I just hadn't realized.
It seemed about an hour before Maxine and her mother returned. Then Mrs. West beckoned to me.
"Come along, Peter. Let's get you done."
I wasn't shy with her any more. She led me into a bedroom that obviously belonged to Maxine and I saw that she used a big rubber bag to hold the water rather than a metal can. Even though I knew it wasn't going to hurt I still felt my stomach go all fluttery when I saw the coil of rubber tube hanging from the stand that held the enema bag. Mrs. West gave me a gentle push.
"Don't worry about it, Peter. I'm a nurse, you know - I've done this hundreds of times. Just slip your pants off and lie on the bed - you know the drill."
I did as she said. It was definitely Maxine's bed - I could smell her perfumed soap on the sheets. Mrs. West pushed my legs into position and I felt shyness return - I didn't really like the idea of people looking at my asshole. I felt her fingers probing that sensitive region - it kinda made me shiver, like a finger running up my spine. Then her fingers parted and I felt my asshole being pulled wide open.
And then the tube slid inside of me. I don't know what made it different this time, but the effect was dramatic. It was like a sort of electric shock that made my belly muscles go taut and sent jabs of cold sensation shooting right through my whole body. I could feel my balls responding - they were trying to crawl up inside of me. Then the ultimate humiliation - I got a boner.
What do you do when you're fourteen, your pants are out of reach and you get a boner in the presence of your friend's mother? I had absolutely no idea except maybe to pray that I would die there and then. That didn't happen, of course, and the gentle internal tickle as the liquid ran in only increased my sexual excitement. It was like one of my jerking techniques where I took the end off the shower hose and used my finger to produce a thin jet of water that I directed on to the head of my dick and even down the little hole in the middle - that really turned me on, even if it left me a little sore afterwards. This liquid was in another place but it was having exactly the same effect - I was in mortal danger of exploding all over the bed and that would be disastrous.
The horror of such a disgrace worked to some extent. My dick retreated from the brink and settled into half erection. I tried to distract myself with math formula and that worked in the same way - I wasn't deflated, but I wasn't at imminent risk of coming. Then she pulled the tube out.
"Good boy - all done now. Bathroom for you."
If this had been a movie, I could have wrapped the sheets around me. But it wasn't and I had the problem of hiding my semi-erection from Mrs. West. It just wasn't possible - there was no alternative but to brazen it out. I stood up as casually as an assfull of soapsuds would permit and walked to the bathroom like there was nothing unusual at my dick being horizontal. Mrs. West glanced at me but there was no evidence of surprise or shock - maybe nurses were used to seeing things like that.
Afterwards, I discovered that Mrs. West had a real sadistic streak. No only had she been to the school to find out what we were studying, but she had collected a whole heap of assignments for us to complete. It was just like being back at school - she made Maxine and me sit side by side at the kitchen table and then she insisted on us getting on with our studies.
That was the day that my life changed forever. The routine of study relaxed us both and at first I forgot that Maxine was a girl. Then we both reached for a ruler at the same time and our hands touched. Suddenly I realized how soft she was, how different from a boy, how incredibly desirable. I had always laughed at the portrayal of love in the movies - how an ordinary guy was suddenly converted into some sort of gibbering idiot. Now I realized why Cupid carried a bow and arrow - it really was like being shot in its startling suddenness.
I don't know how I got through the rest of that day, but somehow I managed to do it without either passing out or throwing myself at Maxine. Mr. West got home and we all ate, then he stood up and gestured to me.
"I have to smoke my pipe outside. How about keeping me company, Peter?"
We sat for a while in silence as he lit his pipe and sent clouds of fragrant smoke into the evening air. I didn't know Mr. West very well, but I was starting to like him - he had a lopsided grin and a way of talking to me like I was grown up. Finally he leaned back with a sigh of contentment.
"Well, Pete, how was your day?"
"Okay, I guess."
It was more than okay, but you can't tell a girl's father that your greatest desire is to screw the ass of his teenage daughter. He chuckled.
"I suppose my wife gave you the usual treatment."
"Sir?"
"I presume you got an enema. Mrs. West is very keen on inner cleanliness."
I felt myself blushing. This was a man after all.
"Yeah. But I needed it after my operation."
He laughed.
"You would probably have gotten an enema whether or not you had your appendix out, son. My wife takes after her mother in that respect."
"How do you mean?"
He guffawed.
"Imagine the scene - I was a college freshman, eighteen years old, and I met this absolutely stunning, sexy chick. So she invites me to meet her mother."
"She got an enema?"
"Not her! My future mother in law took one look at me, decided that my eyes were yellow and my tongue was all furred up and next thing I knew there was a pipe in my asshole and I was squirming while she poured a quart or two of hot water into me."
"Jeez! Why didn't you just leave?"
He scratched his head with the stem of his pipe.
"I'm damned if I know. That woman is the original irresistible force - she specializes in moving immovable objects. She had that pipe inside my ass before I could even think."
"And you were eighteen years old?"
He laughed.
"It seems old to you at the moment, but I had just left home for college. I was just a boy really - she had a daughter my age and she knew just how to handle me."
"You must have felt terrible! I bet you didn't go back there in a hurry."
Mr. West took a long time relighting his pipe before he spoke.
"Well - it wasn't that simple. My future wife lived at home while she was training to be a nurse and I couldn't avoid calling on her."
Another long silence. He seemed to be making up his mind about something.
"You see, grandma believed in regular cleansing."
"Huh?"
"She had always taken an enema every week, and she had brought her daughter up the same way."
"Every week? That's pretty drastic!"
"I thought so at first. But once you get used to them, you find enemas rather... pleasant."
That made me laugh.
"I think I know what you mean."
This time his laugh sounded more genuine, less forced.
"Ah. Then you see why I didn't object! The old witch and her enemas contributed a lot to our courtship over the next couple of years!"
That made me feel uncomfortable. Adults, particularly parents, didn't have sex in my world. Hell - they were OLD! Maybe Mr. West reckoned he had said enough, because we started to talk sport after that.
Mom collected me and took me back home. She asked me if everything had been okay - I told her that it had been just fine.
I took a long shower that night. I had a lot of tension to relieve! I did my usual trick with the shower hose and wriggled in ecstasy as the thin jet of hot water scoured out the end of my pee- hole, hurting a bit but all the more pleasant for that. Then it struck me - what if I...
I bent forward and rested my head on the wall, then put my finger over the end of the hose until it produced a single fast jet of water. I maneuvered it between my butt cheeks and almost passed out with the sheer sensuality that it produced when it impacted on the center of my asshole. It swirled and vibrated, pushing deeper and deeper until I felt the sheer momentum of the jet of liquid cause it to penetrate the entire length of my asshole and start to fill me up. I gritted my teeth against the effort of my muscles to straighten my body, then a deep sexuality gathered inside of me and I erupted, expelling at least a week's worth of jism in one long, shuddering, gasping amazing orgasm. I flung myself at the toilet and I was surprised to see that what came out was clear water... of course it was - the enema I had received from Mrs. West had cleaned everything else out of me!
Day two saw me in a state of excitement before I even left my house. I was going to spend it in the company of Maxine, that semi-divine being who represented the perfection of the female gender - and I was going to get an enema. What more could the heart of a boy desire?
I was unaccountably disappointed to find that Maxine had already been given her enema. Mrs. West was brisk.
"Come along, Peter, I want to get this done right now. I have to shop afterwards otherwise nobody eats!"
I was erect by the time I reached Maxine's room. I kinda kept my back turned to Mrs. West, even though I now understood that she knew about enemas turning boys on. I winced when her fingers probed around my anus - the previous night's session with the shower hose had made me pretty sore back there. Mrs. West stopped and stood back.
"Oh dear - are you slightly allergic to soap? You're all inflamed back there."
She had given me an out.
"Maybe. It makes my face feel all tight when I use too much soap."
"You silly boy - you should have said. I'll need to have a good look at you."
I rapidly discovered that she wasn't going to look with her eyes! I watched with increasing trepidation as she dipped her finger in the pot of Vaseline and gave it a generous coating. Then she gently pushed me back down on the bed.
"This might be slightly uncomfortable."
Then she slowly pushed her finger deep into my asshole and started to feel around inside of me. My initial shock faded and was replaced by an unfamiliar stimulation - sexual, but different. Less intense than I got when I jerked, but deeper and more subtle. Part of me wanted to tell her to stop but mainly I wanted it to go on forever.
I felt myself reaching orgasm. That was too much. But it was also too late. As I pulled myself away from that probing finger I was launched into a prolonged, shuddering, gasping climax. I lay on the towel that she had placed on the bed and felt my juices spurting out of me. Then a sense of awful shame swept over me - what had I done? What would she think?
Apparently she didn't consider it even worthy of comment. Mrs. West just wiped her finger like nothing at all had happened.
I was baffled but grateful. Mrs. West just smiled at me.
"You're definitely sore back there, Peter. Maybe a nice soothing enema would help. You might as well come along - it takes a while to prepare."
We went back to the kitchen and I got a curious look from Maxine. Mrs. West didn't say anything - she just got a large bottle of olive oil out of a cupboard and poured about half a pint into a blender. She started it going while she poured in some water until it looked like milk, then she completed the mixture with a pinch of gelatin.
"Like mayonnaise, really! This will soothe that inflammation. Now, I've got some disposable bags somewhere..."
She hunted around and eventually located a translucent plastic bag with an attached tube.
"That's odd - I thought I had three or four of them. Never mind - one is enough."
She hustled me back to the bedroom and I reddened as I saw the telltale wet patch on the towel.
"You know the drill, Peter..."
I certainly did. I felt the smooth plastic slide home.
"I'm going to give you this slowly, and I'm not using very much. Hopefully you can retain it for best effect."
It wasn't much of an enema. Just a slow infusion of not very much liquid. Nice, but not nearly as exciting as having my rectum filled with a large volume.
"Dress now - I think that will stay in there quite nicely."
It was strange going back to the kitchen with that stuff inside me, seeing Maxine's curiosity. Mrs. West hustled to the door.
"Now I'm going shopping - get down to your assignments while I'm gone."
As her car drew away, Maxine could no longer contain her curiosity.
"Did she put that stuff inside you?"
I nodded. Just being reminded made me suddenly conscious of the load of liquid.
"Yeah - and it's still in there! I gotta go!"
I hurried to the bathroom, dropped my pants and allowed the glutinous liquid to ooze out of me. Another new and strange sensation, like shitting velvet. I became erect and excited again - sore dick or not I just desperately needed relief from the tension.
When I eventually left the bathroom, Maxine was standing outside with an expression of concern on her face.
"Are you all right, Peter? You sounded like you were in pain."
I blushed.
"No - I'm fine."
"You're all sweaty."
"I'm okay. Let's have some soda?"
To my intense relief, Maxine seemed to accept that there was nothing wrong. We sat sipping our drinks, then Maxine looked a bit embarrassed.
"Peter?"
"Yeah?"
"I was just wondering if it was true - my mom said that your mother said you never had an enema before."
That made me angry - I didn't like people discussing my private affairs. I reacted, thinking of what Mr. West had said.
"I suppose you get them all the time? Every week maybe?"
"Of course not - only when I need one. It's daddy who has one every week, not me."
"Huh?"
Maxine grinned.
"I think he's got a real bowel problem. They don't realize that I know about it, but mom gives him a big enema every Saturday night. They wait until late when they think I'm asleep, but daddy makes so much noise that I can hear it."
I looked at her, wondering if she knew the effect enemas had on guys. She seemed puzzled at first, then her hand went her mouth and her face burned bright red.
"OH! No - they don't do... Oh my GOD!"
I just had to laugh, she looked so comical. Then I suddenly got a thought - I imagined what it would feel like if it was Maxine giving me an enema. Not just one, but a regular Saturday session. What if it was her finger that slid up my ass and spread grease inside and outside?
I shifted uncomfortably. My dick had reacted and it was sore - the hot water had started the process and it had been completed by my violent jerk. I tried to free it from its cramped confines and winced as the tip rubbed against my clothes. Then I became conscious that Maxine was starting at me.
What could I do? The kitchen suddenly seemed to be a very small place. Getting a boner was bad enough if it happened in school, but here? What if Maxine realized that she had caused it? That would be just too humiliating. To my surprise she chuckled.
"It's okay, Peter. It happened to me too."
What is it they say about making sure your brain is in gear before you engage your mouth? I didn't.
"How could it? You're a girl!"
She frowned.
"I was talking about the hair growing back - it itches. What's wrong with you then?"
I groaned in despair.
"Oh - I'm just a bit sore."
"Tell mom when she comes back. She will fix you up."
"Aw, I'll be okay. It's nothing really."
"You have to tell her."
"No. I'm fine. It's not much."
"It must be pretty bad, the way you were looking. Mom will probably just put some cream on where it hurts."
My erection was history now. The very last thing I wanted was for Mrs. West to start paying attention to my dick - she would probably cotton on to what I had been doing with the shower hose and then she would tell my mother... I went cold all over at that thought.
"Maxine, please don't tell your mother. Really, it's nothing."
She thought hard.
"Tell you what - let me have a look, and if it's not much, then I won't tell mom."
I was shocked at the very idea.
"Hey - I'm not dropping my pants for you! That's private!"
This time she really laughed.
"It's not as if I haven't seen everything you've got before now! You were showing your bits to the whole world in hospital - you never did get the hang of that gown!"
I blushed as I realized that the one occasion where she had commented must not have been the only one. Maybe it would be simpler just to get it over with - I really dreaded what Mrs. West would discover about my erotic practices.
"Aw, okay. If it makes you happy."
"Come on then."
She hustled me to her room and then darted into the bathroom and returned with a tube of ointment.
"I always use this if I get sore. Come on - show me."
Now that it was ShowTime, I didn't feel quite so good about it. Maxine stood, holding the tube, until I finally summoned up the courage to ease my pants down a little.
"Oh, for heaven's sakes!"
She planted her hands in the center of my chest and pushed me backwards on to the bed. While I was still trying to struggle upright, she pulled my pants right off. I stopped struggling - the was no point now.
"Where does it hurt?"
I couldn't bring myself to use boy's language. She looked closely at my genitals and then whistled softly.
"It's your penis! The end is all red."
Then she actually took hold of it and looked closer. She giggled.
"You've been doing naughty things, haven't you?"
"Huh?"
"When I was little, we used to play temperatures - you know, temperatures up the bottom."
"WHAT?"
"When your mom puts the thermometer up your bottom to take your temperature."
"I never heard of that!"
She looked like she didn't believe me, then went on.
"Well, one little boy actually got a real thermometer one day. We took turns having our temperature taken, and then somebody had a bright idea."
"You didn't...?"
She giggled.
"We did. We grabbed one of the boys and pushed it right up the middle of his pi-pi. He screamed blue murder and ran to tell his mommy."
She wriggled and pulled a face.
"We all got spanked. Hard. But his thing was sore for ages and ages - we all had a look at it, and yours is just the same!"
I groaned. It was even worse than having her mother inspect me. Then I yelled as she squeezed the head of my dick.
"What are you doing?"
"Just putting some cream on it."
The pain faded and was replaced with the most delicious sensation of my life as Maxine started to smear the end of my dick with the cream. It shot to attention and I groaned with pure pleasure as she slowly and gently rubbed the stuff in. She giggled.
"This is what boys do all of the time, isn't it? Penny Webster says her brother spends all night in the bathroom playing with himself."
I could only groan in ecstasy as her fingers moved slowly around. My whole body went rigid as I hovered on the brink, then I fell back on the bed, gasping and grunting as I came. Maxine seemed pleased with herself.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"Yeah. Oh YEAH!"
She grinned and pushed the tube back into its cardboard container, dislodging a slim white tube from the packaging. I picked it up and looked at it.
"What's this?"
She giggled again.
"It's the botty tube. For when you get sore - you use it to put the cream inside."
I saw that the center of the tube was full of white ointment. I looked questioningly at Maxine.
"You've used it?"
She blushed.
"Well - I was a bit sore after today's enema, so mom put some cream in to take the soreness away."
I rolled the tube between my fingers, savoring the touch of the smooth plastic as I imagined the scene. Then I decided to go for broke.
"Maybe you need a little more?"
For one awful moment I thought she was going to scream or something like that. Then a slow smile spread across her face.
"I haven't played doctors for ages."
She turned her back on me and sort of wiggled her jeans down her legs. She bent forward to step out of them and I almost fainted at the sight of her panties - white with little pink flowers on the fabric stretched taut over her butt. Then they followed the jeans and Maxine knelt on the bed, presenting her bare butt to me.
I hastily screwed the tube into position and gingerly prised her butt cheeks apart. Her asshole was shiny with cream, partly open, inviting me to take the next step. I slowly eased the white tube into position, surprised by the quiet whimper that came from her.
I was about to squeeze the tube when I saw her hand slide between her legs. A finger disappeared into her flesh and she started to rub something. The whimpering increased as her finger moved faster and faster and I struggled to keep the nozzle in position. I had heard that girls frigged themselves, but I had never imagined that I would actually see it happen! Then her whole body shuddered and she started to groan and pant before she finally slid forward, breathing like she had run a mile.
Mrs. West fed us after she returned from her shopping expedition, then she insisted that we do our assignments. I found it almost impossible to concentrate when I was sitting shoulder to shoulder with Maxine - but who cared anyway? Certainly not me!
I don't know if it was due to my sore asshole, but Mrs. West decided that we didn't need any more enemas, news that I greeted with definitely mixed feelings. We were to stay away from school for the rest of the week and return the following Monday - meanwhile there were more assignments to be done - and Mrs. West was always around.
Saturday morning was our chance. Any doubts that I had about whether Maxine regretted our adventure were dispelled as she crossed the low fence into our yard.
"Hi Peter."
"Hi Max."
"Look what I found!"
She opened her fist to display a thermometer and a broad grin crossed her face.
"Want to play doctors?"
I nodded, unable to trust my voice not to shoot up a couple of octaves. We hurried to my room - okay, maybe we were still young enough to need an excuse to take our clothes off. It was a new and unsettling experience to be naked in front of a naked girl - but immeasurably exciting. I pointed to the bed, asserting my masculinity.
"Okay. You go first."
Maxine giggled and adopted a kneeling position on the bed. I inserted the thermometer and her hand slid into position. I pushed it away.
"I'll do that. The doctor does the massage...."
I had to wait a week before I discovered what had happened to the missing disposable enema bags - it turned out that Maxine had taken them for her own personal use. Enemas were definitely a job for nurses and I writhed in the pain/pleasure of a large enema. Then I introduced Maxine to the shower hose...
And that's how I met my wife. And my new grandmother - Mr. West was certainly right about her.....
The End
