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 enema. (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 enema 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 enema. 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 enema 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 enema. "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 enema 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."