I was 18 years. old, riding my motorcycle home from work. A car decided to
change lanes when I was right beside it. I was going about 50 mph, but to
keep from getting hit, I went to the shoulder of the road and lost control
in the gravel. I laid the bike down and got really skinned up. I got back on
and rode home.

I called the family doctor to see about getting the scrapes and cuts taken
care of. The nurse who answered the phone said to come right over and they
would get me right in. I took the family car and went over.

When I got there, no one was in the waiting room. The nurse who I had talked
to on the phone was at the reception desk. I signed in and she said, "Come
on back to an exam room. Go ahead and undress and put on one of those exam
gowns. The doctor will be with you shortly."

About 10 minutes had passed when the nurse came back in and told me that the
doctor had been called to the hospital on an emergency. She said, "From what
I see of your injuries, I can fix you right up. I'll be right back." It
seemed a little unusual, but I had always been taught that doctors and
nurses were to be trusted. Had I known what was about to happen, I would
have known that was far from reality.

She was a beautiful, blond nurse in her late twenties with green eyes, long
painted nails and a figure to die for. Her measurements looked to be 36D,
23, 35 and she had long legs and wore 5" heels. Any man would have said she
looked so good that you could only dream or fantasize about being with her.

When she returned, she had me sit on the end of the exam table and proceeded
to wash the wounds with cotton balls soaked in hydrogen peroxide. Needless
to say, it really stung and I pulled away. She explained that this was no
way to act and told me to lie back on the table and relax. I did what she
said and she proceeded to put my feet into mechanical devices that attached
to the end of the table and tie my feet to them. When I asked her not to tie
my feet down, she stated she was the nurse and would do whatever she
pleased. She went to a cabinet behind me. I couldn't see what was happening,
but before I knew it, she put a strap over my arms and chest and tied my
hands to the table.

I was now becoming frightened. Nothing like this had ever happened before.
Although I still felt I should trust this nurse, I was beginning to have my
doubts. Now that I was strapped to the table unable to move, this nurse's
attitude had changed from one of caring to one which left no doubt as to who
was in charge.

Nurse Mary Jane, R.N., as I read on her name tag, then stated that I was
going to receive treatment for what my real problem was and that my cuts and
scraps were of no consequence. She went back to the cabinet and proceeded to
collect the equipment for my treatment. I couldn't imagine what she meant by
"my real problem" and all I could do was wait. As she pushed a cart with
several metal trays and an assortment of bottles on it to the table, she
told me we were all alone and wouldn't be disturbed. She had locked the door
and called the answering service to take care of the phone.

My nurse then prepared to start the examination by telling me that she
considered it her duty to make sure that all of my bodily functions were in
proper working order. As she talked she put on a pair of latex surgeon's
gloves and picked up a long thin plastic tube. While she talked, she put K-J
jelly on the tube and reached over and stroked my penis which got semi-erect
in short order. She explained that the tube was a catheter and she was going
to put it up through my penis to drain my bladder so that no pressure in my
bladder would interfere with what would happen later. During her proceeding
with this part of the exam, the pain became almost unbearable but strangely
somewhat erotic because this beautiful blond nurse was smiling and seemed to
be getting a great deal of pleasure from handling my penis.

After she got the tube placed where she wanted it, she unclipped the hose
and drained the fluid into a metal basin. Once the fluid was drained, she
lubricated the middle finger of her right hand and proceeded to lubricate my
asshole. She got an even bigger smile when she saw the affect her fingering
had on my penis which had now become very erect and hard. Her finger found a
spot inside which she told me was my prostrate gland and when she rubbed it
the pleasure was immense. Next she put in a second, then a third finger, and
my asshole was ready for the next part of the exam.

From the metal tray on the table she got a much bigger and longer rubber
tube. She said that this was a colon tube and explained that she was going
to put it all the way up my rectum and give me four quarts of warm water to
clean me out. She started working the tube into my rectum, twisting and
turning it to get it worked all the way inside. As she worked the tube the
water also flowed in. The pressure inside turned to pain but she continued
the flow. When the water was all in, she removed the hose and put in a large
rubber plug so that no water would leak out.

Next she put on a clean pair of surgeon's gloves and poked, probed and
examined the rest of my body. After a short while she said it was awfully
warm in the room so she was going to undo her uniform so she could be more
comfortable. When she unbuttoned her uniform, she had no bra on. Her breasts
were really beautiful. She rubbed them in my face as she continued her exam.

Now she decided that I had held the water long enough and placed a metal bed
pan under me. As she removed the plug, the explosion of water brought a
great feeling of relief. After I had emptied it all out, she cleaned me up,
and said it was now time for my real treatment to begin. The next thing she
said was, "It is time to check your most important bodily function, the
quantity and quality of your sperm production." My mind went numb. This
couldn't really be happening.

She came to my face, held out her breasts, and told me to suck and lick them
so she would have some pleasure for herself which would cause her to be much
more through when she worked me over. I must have done a fairly good job
because she was soon moaning and smiling like only she could. She now
decided that it was time to get to other things. Her handling of my penis
plus the affect of those beautiful large breasts was definitely getting me
excited.

My beautiful nurse pulled on a clean pair of surgeon's gloves and brought a
stool over and sat down between my legs. She raised the head of the table so
I could watch her examination of my most private parts. As she proceeded to
explain in detail what she was doing, her long beautiful fingers again
probed my asshole, going right to work on my prostate gland. She reached
toward the cart and uncovered a metal tray with a large hypodermic syringe
and needle. She said she was going to put a needle in each side of my crotch
next to my testicles to heighten the intensity of the orgasm she would cause
me to have.

After inserting the needles, she proceeded to stroke my penis while her
fingers aggressively rubbed and kneaded the root of my being, my prostate.
Before long I could tell there was no turning back. Looking at this
beautiful blond goddess and feeling what she was doing to me caused me to
give up a load of sperm that almost hit the ceiling. I felt like I would
pass out as she slowly kept up her stroking and rubbing till I was
completely spent.

She then removed the needles and cleaned me up. She untied me and went about
cleaning up the equipment and the room as I got up and slowly got dressed.
When I was ready to go, she came over and kissed me, rubbed her beautiful
breasts on my chest and said not to tell anyone what had happened. She said
that since she was a professional nurse, no one would believe a teenage boy
over her anyway. She also said that anytime I would like to come back, just
call her and she would gladly make time for another treatment. I regret that
I never went back.

As I drove home thinking about this experience, I had no idea how it would
affect the rest of my life. My sexual interests tend to large breasts, blond
hair, long fingers with painted nails and all things about nurses. At the
age of almost 50, I still dream about my beautiful, blond, colonic nurse. I
still want to relive the experience of a lifetime!

Every time I have to go for a medical exam, if there is a cute nurse, my
blood pressure rises. I try not to go to a doctor unless I absolutely have
to. I remember what happened and think it might happen again!
S