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 The summer I turned sixteen Bill, a cousin of my fathers, asked my dad if I
could stay with them for the summer and help him run the farm.  Bill had
broken his leg that past winter and it hadn't healed well enough to allow
him to manage all the physical effort required.  It was all right with me,
as my eighteen year old brother resented me taking over some of the work
that he really enjoyed, such as driving the tractor.  That resulted in many
unpleasant times.  Now that I had a driver's license, it only got worse
because I could drive the pickup to town for parts, a job he had considered
to be exclusively his.  The fact that Bill had a sixteen year old daughter
didn't make it too difficult to make the decision either!  Tammy was about
the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and the idea of living in the same
house with her presented me with an unlimited supply of fantasies.  The
appointed day arrived and I drove the twenty five miles to Bill's farm.  I
was welcomed by Bill and his wife, Carrie, and shown to my room.  It was on
the second floor of the big old farm house that Bill had remodeled.  He had
converted the first floor into a modern house with the master bedroom and
its own bath, which was a novelty in the mid fifties.  The second floor had
three bedrooms, two of which shared a bathroom between them.  Additionally,
there was a door opening into the hallway which allowed easy access from
all three bedrooms.  Carrie told me I could have the bigger room because it
was more convenient to the bathroom.  That sounded good to me, so I
unpacked my boxes and put things away.  I decided to check out the bathroom
before going downstairs.  While I noticed the little red light by the door
and wondered what it was for, I didn't give it much thought.  I opened the
door and started to walk in.  There stood Tammy, just pulling the shower
curtain back...  I was so stunned that I didn't move for a couple of
seconds.  I couldn't do anything but stare at her perfectly shaped breasts
in astonishment.  At that moment, Tammy realized I was in the doorway and
spun around so her back was to me.  "JEEZ, don't just stand there, get
out!" she exclaimed.  I quickly backed out saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't
know you were in here." I hurried downstairs, trying to act as if nothing
had happened, but terrified that Tammy would be furious about the incident.
Carrie could see that something had upset me, and asked what was wrong.  I
tried to pass it off as jitters while getting acquainted.  She looked hard
at me, and then said, "You walked in on Tammy?" I knew my face was turning
brilliant red, but there was nothing I could do to stop the rush of blood.
"Don't worry; I'm sure it was an accident.  Didn't you see the little red
light by your door?" She explained that Bill had fixed up a light by each
door so that someone from the outside could see the red light and know if
anyone was in the bathroom, or at least if the light was on.  Of course the
doors had locks, but it was inconvenient to lock three doors every time you
went in, and worse, if you forgot to unlock them, no one else could get in
later.  "What should I do about Tammy?" I asked.  Carrie said she would
talk to her and let her know that it was an accident and that she had told
me about the little red light.  I decided to find Bill and get acquainted
with the farm.  I found him in the milking barn and immediately pitched in
to help.  He showed me how to handle the dairy chores, clean the milking
equipment and feed the cows.  He explained that he would do most of the
dairy things as he could do that without hurting his leg too much.  I would
need to do the farming work, driving tractors etc.  "What's in there?" I
asked, pointing to a door in the corner of the milk barn.  He laughed and
said that Carrie raised so much fuss about him washing up in the bathroom
in the house that he finally built a bathroom where he could clean up
without messing up her house.  It really made a lot of sense, he could
scrub grease off his hands and shower before going to the house at the end
of the day.  I helped him do the evening chores, and then went to the
house. I was nervous about what Tammy would say, but decided I would have
to face it sooner or later, so tried to walk in confidently.  Tammy was
helping her mother put the evening meal on the table.  The instant she saw
me, her face turned red, and so did mine.  Bill could see something was up
and said, "What's going on here?" I didn't know what to say, but Carrie
quickly spoke up and briefly explained what had happened.  Bill didn't say
much, just suggested to Tammy that she should be more careful about locking
the door when she was in the bathroom.  No one said anything more, and
after a few minutes, conversation turned to other things and the matter
seemed forgotten.  For the first few days, I noticed that every time the
little red light came on, I could hear the resounding "Click" as the lock
was snapped.  Inevitably, one morning I tried to get into the bathroom. 
The red light wasn't on, but the door was locked.  I knocked quietly, but
no response.  I went into the hall way and looked at Tammy's door.  There
was no light coming from beneath the door, so obviously she was still in
bed.  I thought about waking her up, but decided against it.  I went
downstairs and used the guest bathroom.  Carrie asked if something was
wrong with our bathroom.  I told her that Tammy had forgotten to unlock the
door, and I couldn't wait.  Tammy was doing volunteer work at the local
hospital, trying to get some experience to help decide if she wanted to
pursue her dream of becoming a doctor.  In those days, female doctors were
not common occurrences, and she knew it would be a real challenge.  Before
making the real commitment, she wanted to be sure that was what she really
wanted to do.  While she wasn't coming close to practicing medicine, she
was getting opportunities to be around doctors, and nurses in particular.
Before long, discussion around the dinner table at night revolved around
what she had seen and observed during the day.  Mostly, she just helped
registered nurses doing mundane tasks, such as changing sheets and taking
water and snacks to the patients.  One evening she was especially excited
because she was going to begin working in the surgical wing.  To start
with, she would be assisting in getting patients ready for surgery.  Later,
she would sit with patients immediately after surgery.  Of course she
wouldn't be doing any medical procedures, but she would be helping the
patients as they worked through the final stages of waking up and coming to
grips with the pain.  She would call the registered nurses when it seemed
appropriate, and generally just be there if needed.  It wasn't long before
the head RN began telling her that she had an especially good bedside
manner, and was really well liked by the patients.  By now, we had gotten
acquainted well enough that we talked freely, and I got too really like
Tammy.  She was much more forward and to the point than I was used to, but
before long, I found it refreshing.  One evening, she and I were sitting
outside enjoying the cool breeze.  Suddenly, she blurted out, "I wish I had
a picture of your face that first night you got here." Without thinking
what I was saying, I replied, "I wish I had a picture of what I was
seeing!" She looked stunned for a second, then kind of giggled and said, "I
guess that doesn't surprise me." I looked at her for a moment, then leaned
over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.  She pulled back, looking at
me for an instant with a strange sort of look, then moved toward me.  In an
instant, our lips met and I felt her melt against me.  We held the kiss for
several seconds, and then broke the kiss.  "I liked that," she whispered.
"Me too," was all I could say.  Moments later she suggested that we should
be very careful that her parents didn't see anything like that, or they may
not let me stay.  I nodded, wondering just what all she meant.  A few days
later, I got a really bad summer cold.  Tammy said she would talk to one of
the doctors and see if they could help someway.  The next morning, she
called saying a doctor could see me if I came to the hospital.  He gave me
a quick look, and then said it was a cold and while he couldn't cure it, he
could give me something to ease the discomfort.  He gave me a bottle of
sample pills and told me to drink lots of water.  Within a couple of hours,
I felt a lot better, but my mouth felt terribly dry.  I was working in the
field, so didn't have the opportunity to drink much water.  In a couple of
days, I was terribly constipated.  Tammy sensed that something was wrong,
and finally I admitted that I was terribly constipated.  I asked her if she
could bring some Ex-Lax home from the hospital or something else before I
blew up like a balloon and burst.  She promised to see what she could do.
The next evening, while we were sitting outside, she said the doctor gave
her something for me.  "Let me have it," I whispered urgently.  "You will
have to wait until we go upstairs," she replied.  When you see the red
light flash on and off several times, come into the bathroom and I will
give you something to make you feel better.  I shrugged, and went upstairs
to my room.  I tried to read a book, but just couldn't get into it.  I
could hear water running in the bathroom, and assumed that Tammy was taking
a shower.  Shortly, the light flashed several times, so I opened the door
and went in.  What I saw caused my heart to skip a beat.  There hanging
from the towel holder was a bulging hot water bottle with a long red hose
snaking out the bottom.  On the floor was several towels folded into a pad.
What's this," I asked in astonishment.  She explained that she didn't ask
the doctor because he could only give medication or advice if he had
actually seen the patient.  The head nurse told her the quickest and most
effective method was for me to take an enema.  With a kind of wicked grin,
she continued, saying that she was going to start helping the nurses by
giving pre-operative enemas.  She had seen three patients receive enemas,
and knew exactly what to do.  "Now, take your pants off and lay on the
floor." I stepped back, shaking my head.  "What's the matter," she asked,
"You afraid to let me see you without your pants?  After all, you have seen
me totally naked, so I don't see why it should be such a big deal. 
Besides, if you don't get your bowels moving soon, you could be in big
trouble." After standing in silence for a several seconds, Tammy went on to
say, "Come on Donny, if I'm going to be a doctor, and give enemas to
patients, I'll be seeing lots of bare butts, so just as well get started
now.  So, get your pants off before I have to call a doctor!" Something in
her stern voice caused me to grab for my belt.  I loosened it, then sat on
the toilet seat and removed my shoes and socks.  Then, I stood and slipped
my pants down to my knees.  I started to get onto the pads when Tammy broke
in.  "All the way off with those pants, you can't get a good enema unless
you have everything out of the way.  Now, off with the pants and shorts
too." I turned my back and slid everything off, then knelt on the pad. 
"Lie on your left side and pull your knees up," she directed.  I reached
down and pulled my cock and balls up so they wouldn't be so visible from
the back, then pulled up my knees.  "Have you ever had an enema?" she
asked. I shook my head.  "It won't hurt a bit," she coached, "now just do
what I tell you and you will be feeling better soon.  A moment later I felt
her hand on my ass cheek, and then it was gently lifted.  I felt a cool
touch on my ass, and then a gentle rub as it was forced against my opening.
"OK, now I'm going to put the nozzle in," she said quietly, "Just relax and
take a deep breath, then let it out." I did as she said, then as I let my
breath out; I felt the nozzle slid right in.  As it did, my cock sprang to
attention.  "OH NO!" I thought, how embarrassing can it get.  It's bad
enough I have to get an enema, how will I ever explain this poker?" "Here
we go," Tammy whispered.  I heard a click, but then didn't feel a thing. 
"Gee, this isn't so bad," I thought.  Suddenly, I felt some pressure and
the warmth of the water as it flowed in.  "Stop, stop," I whispered
urgently, "I got to go." "Not yet," Tammy replied, "Just take some deep
breaths and relax.  I need to get at least a quart and half of this soapy
water into you to break up this mess." "How much more is there?" I asked
urgently.  "It's about half gone," she replied.  I hung on desperately,
trying to concentrate on breathing deep.  All the time, my cock was
throbbing and I wished I could just grab it and jerk off.  If Tammy hadn't
been there, that's just what I would have done!  At long last, she advised
that it was all gone.  I felt the nozzle slip out, and I started to get up,
desperately trying to pull a towel up to cover my erection.  "Lay back
down," Tammy commanded.  "You need to hold it for at least five minutes to
let it soften all the stuff up enough to come out." I lay back on my left
side.  "It may be easier if you lay on your back," she suggested.  I shook
my head, no way was I going to have my flag pole standing up waiting for a
salute!  After what seemed like an hour, Tammy said the time was up and I
could go.  I peeked over my shoulder waiting for her to leave.  It soon
became obvious that she didn't intend to leave, and I had to go so bad that
I decided that I would rather be embarrassed by her seeing my cock than to
blow soapy smelly water all over the bathroom.  I struggled to my feet and
barely made it to the toilet before a torrent of water came blasting out. I
tried to tuck my cock inside the stool, but it just wouldn't fit!  Tammy
just smiled at me, then said, "Well, I guess we are about even," and backed
out of the room.  After about fifteen minutes, I was done blasting out
smelly water, big chunks and huge farts.  I felt kind of drained.  I slowly
got up, cleaned myself off.  I had just pulled up my shorts when Tammy
stepped back into the room.  "OK, one more to clean out the soap and you
should be all set for another day or two," she said.  "What do you mean,
one more," I asked.  After a big soapy enema, we need to rinse the soap out
so it won't irritate your insides," she explained, "Now get ready while I
fill the bag again." I hesitated for a few seconds as Tammy busied herself
testing the water and began filling the bag.  "Come on, or I'll be ready
before you are," she teased.  I slid my pants and shorts down at the same
time, but this time I didn't turn away from her, I just let it all hang out
for her to see.  It was kind of funny to see the startled look on her face.
I let her look for a couple of seconds, then knelt down on the pad and
rolled onto my left side again.  She followed the same procedure as before,
but this time I was better prepared.  I felt the warm water flood into my
gut.  At first it went easier than the first, but before long I was
cramping and feeling a strong urge to go.  I told Tammy I had enough, but
she insisted that I had to take the whole bottle full.  "After unloading
the mess, you should have plenty of room for this one," she said firmly. 
"You know, it really may be easier if you lay on your back." "You just want
to get another look at my cock," I said.  "Why not," she said, you sure
took your time looking at my naked body.  And, you still have your top on;
I didn't have anything on at all!" "Yes, but you don't change shape like I
do," I grunted as I rolled on my back.  My cock was sticking straight up,
kind of quivering and swaying as I took deep breaths.  Tammy just stared
and whispered, "Wow, I didn't know they got so big!" "Thanks," I said,
"That's a compliment." She giggled as I relished in her admiration.  I was
just about to decide that I would like to lay here like this for about an
hour or two, but all too soon she said, "That's the last of it.  You don't
have to hold this since it is a rinse, you can go now." I jumped up, aware
that my cock was swaying in rhythm to my quick movements.  The water
flooded out much quicker than before.  Tammy stepped back into her bedroom,
so I grabbed my cock and began pumping.  Just as I started to shoot my wad
across the room, she walked in.  I tried to hold back, but there was no
stopping once it started to shoot.  There was nothing I could do but let it
go.  Tammy just stared with her mouth open.  I was so embarrassed that I
couldn't think of a thing to say.  "Maybe I better come back a little
later," she grunted as she backed out of the room and closed the door.  Now
what was I going to do?  She had seen the most intimate thing a guy can do.
Even though I had accidentally seen her naked, it wasn't anything compared
to her seeing me jacking off!  I wondered what to do next.  Finally I
decided to take a shower and get cleaned up.  I finished toweling off, then
gently knocked on Tammy's door.  She opened the door a crack, and seeing me
in a robe, opened the door all the way.  "Feeling better?" she asked.  I
was so scared about everything else that I hadn't thought about how I was
feeling.  Suddenly I realized that I hadn't felt this good for several
days. "Yeah, Yeah I do!" I exclaimed.  "Look, I'm sorry about what you saw;
I didn't think you were coming back in so soon." "Obviously not," she
commented, "But it's OK, I just wanted to be sure you were OK.  My
instructor told me that it was important to check on persons who have just
had an enema because sometimes they get light headed and we want to be sure
they don't faint." "I almost did when you came in," I said with a chuckle.
"This time, I really would like to have had a picture of your face!" she
giggled, "I thought you were going to sink right down the toilet." "You're
not mad?" I asked.  "Not really, just surprised, but then I guess it was to
be expected.  I'll bet you were thinking about seeing me naked weren't
you?" she said with a mockingly stern voice.  "Well, what were you thinking
when you were squirting water up my butt?" I asked with the same mocking
stern voice.  "I was thinking that I liked seeing my first hard penis," she
replied with a slight bit of color rising in her face.  "Did you like it?"
I asked.  Tammy nodded, then gently pushed me out the door while
whispering, "You better get going before I like it too much!" I got better
in the next couple of days, but the memory of Tammy giving me the enema
stayed with me, as fresh as it was the day it happened.  I could almost
feel the tube slide in, and the sensation of water as it began invading my
quivering belly.  I was wondering how I might get her to give me another
enema, even though I was starting to have regular trips to the bathroom
again.  Saturday evening, Bill and Carrie said they needed to go shopping,
and while they were in town, they were going to a new movie that had just
opened.  Did I want to go along?  I shook my head.  Although I was feeling
much better, I kept having coughing spells that would annoy other persons
in the movie.  Tammy said she didn't want to go either, as she had some
information to study in order to get ready for work the next week.  Bill
and Carrie left, saying they would be pretty late, as they were going to
attend the late movie.  "What do you have to study?" I asked innocently. 
"Not a thing," she responded with a sly little grin.  "Why did you tell
your folks you had to study?" I asked, not catching onto what was
developing.  "Are you always so slow?" she asked.  "Come on upstairs, I'm
going to give you another enema to be sure you don't have a relapse." I
felt my cock spring to attention, straining to get out of my jeans as I
turned to follow Tammy up the steps.  "Uh look, I'm kind of hot and sweaty;
I think it would be better if I took a shower first." "OK, you shower while
I get everything ready." Tammy went into her room, and I quickly stripped
and jumped into the shower.  I relished in the thin needles of hot water
cascading over my body.  When I was finished, I opened the shower door and
reached for the towel.  Tammy handed me a towel and hooked the bulging bag
on the towel rod.  I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should try to
be modest, or just go with it.  She decided for me by saying, "Well, now we
are even, it seems to me that the first time you saw me was just about like
this." I chuckled, feeling my cock rise to the occasion.  After I had dried
off, Tammy indicated that I should lie down.  I lay on my left side, but as
soon as Tammy got the tube in and started the water flowing, I rolled onto
my back.  My cock was absolutely rigid and pulsing with anticipation.  I
was breathing deep, trying to follow Tammy's instructions, when she
whispered to me, "the nurses tell me that if we do things to keep the kids
attention off the fact that they are getting an enema, it makes it easier
for them.  So, I am going to try to take you mind off your enema." With
that, she took my throbbing cock in her hand and began feeling.  First she
just squeezed the main body, then, with her thumb and one finger began
exploring it from top to bottom.  When she got to the tip, she exclaimed,
"Wow, it is so soft, yet so hard all at the same time.  The surface is
velvety and soft, but just under it feels like a rock!" I didn't say a
thing; just lay there in total bliss.  One thing for sure, I wasn't
thinking much about the enema!  Before long, I was aware that I was
involuntarily thrusting my hips upward, causing Tammy's hand to begin the
familiar stroking sensation that I had enjoyed for a few years now. 
Slowly, she caught on and began pumping in rhythm to my movements.  I felt
myself building up, up, up until I felt as if I would explode.  "OH, I'm
going to come, I'm coming!" "What should I do?" whispered Tammy.  At that
moment, I erupted with the most powerful spurts I had ever experienced. 
The feeling of her hand on my cock was something I had never imagined
possible.  I grabbed her hand and squeezed it, causing her to just hold
still.  The intense feeling of her stroking was too intense to describe. 
Tammy had leaned forward when I said I was coming, and was promptly
rewarded by catching a shot of my seed in her hair and on her face.  When I
came back to my senses, I could see the astonished look on her face, and
see the thick white stuff sliding down her face.  She brushed it with her
sleeve and pulled back.  At the same time, I was hit with the most
incredible wave of cramps I could have imagined.  I grabbed the tube and
pulled it free, exclaiming that I had to go NOW!  Tammy jumped back as I
sprang to my feet and struggled to get to the toilet.  I was shooting water
before I hit the seat; luckily it went into the stool and not all over the
bathroom.  After the first gush, the pressure reduced somewhat and I looked
over at Tammy.  She was pulling her sweater over her head.  I guess I
looked a bit startled, so she explained that since I had given her a bath
in my passion, she needed to finish it.  In a few moments, she had stripped
naked and stepped into the shower.  She was still in the shower when I
finished, so I was in a quandary as to what I should do.  Should I leave?
Should I stay?  If I did, would I look like a peeping tom?  Suddenly I had
an idea.  I quickly took the enema bag and filled it full.  I screwed the
hose fitting into the neck, bled some water and secured the clamp.  Just as
I hung it on the towel bar, I heard the water stop.  I grabbed a fresh
towel and was standing at the shower door when it opened.  "OH, waiting to
get another look are we?" Tammy said with a stern smile.  "No, just
returning the favor of a few minutes ago when you handed me a towel," I
grinned.  I was fascinated by her perky breasts.  They weren't huge, just
the right size for her 105 pound frame.  My gaze slid down her body until
it rested on her curly brown hair.  I couldn't stop staring, and Tammy did
nothing to stop me from doing so.  I could have sworn that she was drying
herself in a manner to really show me everything she had to show.  Tammy
finished drying and went to hang up the towel.  As she did, she spied the
bulging enema bag.  "What's this, you want another one?" she asked as she
picked up the hose.  "Not really, this one's for you," I replied with a
catch in my voice.  Tammy stood stark still for several seconds, and then
said, "I'm not so sure about this." I had a ready reply.  "If you are going
to give enemas to the patients, it seems to me that you could be more
effective if you really knew how they felt.  Now, stop behaving like a
child and get ready for your enema," I said in a stern voice.  Tammy nodded
slowly, and even more slowly knelt on the mat and curled up on her left
side.  I wasn't exactly sure how to do it, but tried to follow the same
steps Tammy had used on me.  I put a generous amount of Vaseline on the
tip, and then lifted her cheek.  Her puckered little ass hole was shaped
like a funnel, leaving no question where the tube should go.  I gently
touched her little rose, and then with a slight twisting motion slowly
shoved the nozzle home.  "How does that feel?" I whispered.  "It feels
funny," she whispered back.  I released the clamp, and felt her bottom
quiver as the water began its invasion.  Before long, she was saying that
she had to go, but I told her to relax and take deep breaths.  "You know,
it may be easier if you lay on your back," I said in a mocking voice.  To
my surprise, Tammy rolled over and began panting.  "This is a little better
she said through gritted teeth." "You know, sometimes it helps if the giver
provides something to take the patient's mind off the fact she is getting
an enema." With that, I began running little circles in her pubic hair,
inching my way closer and closer to what I had only imagined in my wildest
dreams.  When she didn't object, I began probing even lower and lower.  I
had no idea what to expect, so when I felt my finger slip in to a warm
slick tunnel, it just let it slide in.  Tammy began panting even faster and
moving her bottom in little circles.  I pulled out just a little and
explored upward in her slit.  Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and said,
"There, there, oh, that's it, right there." I could feel a little hard
button and began stroking and circling it, not really knowing what I was
doing.  I could tell that she was building to some kind of peak, and
wondered if girls shot stuff out of them like I did.  All at once, she let
out a shuddering sigh and went totally limp.  "OH WOW," she said in a
breathless voice, "That was incredible." Glancing over, I saw the bag had
gone flat.  "I think it's time to go," she said urgently.  I helped her up,
and then she turned kind of shy.  "Why don't you leave me alone for a
little bit," she said with a pleading look.  I backed out into my room and
closed the door.  Not knowing what to do, I lay on the bed staring at the
ceiling.  The thought of Tammy, sitting completely naked in the bathroom
was causing my cock to come to attention once again.  I was just starting
to think about giving myself some relief when I heard the door creak.  I
glanced over and saw Tammy step into the room.  She was still completely
naked.  I was startled to see her and I guess my face showed it.  "Don't
worry, it wasn't you, it's just that I knew it was going to be smelly and I
didn't want you to smell it.  Do you understand?" "Yeah, I guess so, but
you stayed in when I was stinking the place up." "Yes, but you didn't ask
me to leave, so I thought it didn't bother you." "OK, I guess you are
right," I replied.  Tammy sat on the bed next to me and placed her hand on
my chest and looked into my eyes.  It seemed natural for me to reach out to
her, and moments later, we were lying side by side, locked in an embrace,
kissing as hard as we could manage.  I was running my hands over her naked
bottom, and was rewarded by feeling her hands respond.  In short time, I
was aware that my cock was being pinched between us, so I pulled back just
a bit to let it move to a more comfortable position.  "What's the matter?"
Tammy whispered.  "Just giving myself a little more room," I whispered
back. "With something that big, it takes a lot of room," she giggled.  I
slipped my hand between us and began to feel her breast.  I could sense her
breathing getting more rapid and sensed that she didn't resist, so I began
feeling both breasts at the same time.  Then, Tammy pulled back a bit and
soon I was rewarded by feeling her hand on my cock.  I thought I would
explode in passion.  That's all it took to send me into a wild frenzy of
passion.  I pushed Tammy onto her back and faster than either of us could
imagine, I was kneeling between her legs, moving down and forward.  I could
see Tammy's wide eyes and look of astonishment, but no sign of resistance.
I moved forward, feeling the tip of my cock touch her hair.  If I hadn't
just blasted off all over her, I would have shot off again, but the recent
orgasm dulled my passion just enough to make me hold off.  I pressed
forward, but couldn't seem to find the right place.  Tammy grasped my
throbbing tool and slid it downward until I felt it begin to slide in.  I
wasn't sure just what to do, but Tammy wasn't protesting, so I just pressed
in some more.  I was expecting to hit something, or hear a scream of pain,
but nothing happened, except that I slid easily in until there just wasn't
any more to go in.  I rose up on my elbows a bit and looked at her. 
Tammy's eyes were closed, but the look on her face was anything but pain
and discouragement.  Slowly, I pulled back a bit then thrust forward.  Even
though it felt awkward, it was only a few strokes until Tammy was thrusting
her bottom against me.  It was after only about a dozen or so strokes when
I felt my cock jerking and then my sperm blasted into the depths of her
body.  Two things happened in quick sequence.  First, I felt a deep sense
of love for Tammy flood over me, and a most powerful level of relaxation.
Seconds later, the reality of what we had just done slammed into me like a
sledge hammer.  I jerked out and sat up.  "Oh god, what have I done?" I
said in despair.  Tammy looked puzzled.  "What do you mean, what have you
done, you just made love to me, and I thought it was fantastic.  I can't
wait until we can do it again," she said breathlessly.  "Really?" I
whispered.  "Really!" she whispered back.  We laid together for about an
hour, cuddling and kissing.  By now, my cock was once again at full
attention.  I rolled on top and was immediately rewarded by her
outstretched arms.  In moments I had entered that mysterious slick love
tunnel and was pumping away.  This time I lasted for several minutes. 
Tammy tensed up first, then threw her legs around my back and began to kick
my butt with rapid staccato little bursts.  She went rigid for a couple of
seconds, then let out an extended moan and collapsed for a bit.  I kept on
stroking and finally began to feel the stirring of my orgasm.  Once again,
I flooded her with my sperm and rolled off panting like an exhausted
football player.  Tammy sighed contentedly, and then said, "It's nearly
ten, and we better straighten things up before mom and dad get home.  We
jumped up and checked my room.  Nothing was amiss, so we entered the
bathroom.  We picked up the towels, folded and hung them up.  Tammy said
she felt kind of sticky, so in a flash we were in the shower, this time
together.  I took this opportunity to run my hands all over her exquisite
body, exploring in detail.  All the while, the same thing was happening to
me.  After checking to be sure we didn't look different, we dressed, tossed
the towels in the washer, and took separate chairs in the living room so
that we would appear to have been watching TV when Bill and Katy came home.
We were watching some inane show when Tammy said, "Let's do that again when
we get a chance." I agreed, and we started talking about how, when and
where.  We discussed how we would have to act around each other during
normal times so as not to create suspicion.  Somehow, I kind of thought it
may be very difficult for me not to look at her with some degree of lust in
my eyes.  The next Saturday, Bill announced that if he didn't start driving
a tractor soon, he would forget how it was done.  Therefore, he was going
to take the afternoon shift at mowing hay, and I could clean the milk
equipment.  I agreed, without thinking much of it.  Carrie said that she
needed to go into town for groceries.  Did Tammy want to come along?  She
declined, saying that she needed to do some reading, and besides, mom would
be stopping by her circle of friends for afternoon tea and gossip.  Soon,
Bill was headed off for the field, and Carrie was driving out the drive
way. I hurried to the barn and began cleaning the equipment.  Before long,
Tammy was beside me helping with the work, and with the two of us, it only
took about forty five minutes.  "I have a little surprise for you," she
said mysteriously.  "What is it?" I asked.  "Come and see." She led me into
the small feed shed just off the milk room.  There was a makeshift bed on
the floor, and the enema bag lying on a little table.  "Get ready while I
fill this," she commanded.  I Stripped quickly, and took the position. 
Tammy didn't return for a few minutes, and I was just getting up to find
out what happened to her.  Just then, I heard the door creak, then she said
in a cheery voice, "Now Donny, are we ready for the treatment?" I glanced
at the door and saw her step in, fully dressed in her candy stripe uniform,
holding a big enema can.  "I know we used a hot water bottle in the house,
but in the hospital, we use these cans so they can be sterilized.  The
rubber wouldn't last very long if we boiled them after each enema." "How
much does that thing hold?" I asked with more than a note of fear in my
voice.  "Three liters," was her instant reply.  "How much is three liters?"
I asked.  Tammy explained that in the medical world, they use the metric
system, and that a liter was just a little more than a quart.  "But there
are only two liters of water and another liter of a surprise liquid.  Now,
are we ready?" "What do you mean about a surprise liquid?" "You'll find out
soon enough," she answered.  "Now let's get on with the treatment before
someone decides to come home." I thought I was ready, but when I lay back,
I saw Tammy uncoil the hose.  It didn't have a black plastic tip like the
one on the hot water bottle, but looked like a long rubber hose with a
rounded end.  She dipped it into a jar of something and moved toward me. 
"What's this?" I asked, "It looks different than the nozzle we used in the
house." Tammy explained that this was the kind they used in the hospital so
they could go in as deep as they wanted to.  She went on to say that she
had learned to give a "High Enema," and that's what I was going to get
right now.  A second later, I felt the tip knock on my back door, then in.
I was prepared for the feeling, and my cock sprang to even higher
attention. "Now, roll over on your back sir." she commanded in a stern
voice.  "Yes nurse, whatever you say," I said with mock seriousness.  I
heard a snap, water and a surprise liquid began to invade.  Then another
invasion began.  I could feel pressure as she pressed the long tube in, in,
and even further in.  Finally, she said that she had about two feet in and
that would be enough for now.  The sensation was considerably different
than the previous enemas.  I didn't have the feeling of pressure and urgent
need to rush to the toilet.  I just felt mounting swelling of my belly.  I
only weighed about 140 pounds, so the addition of the water was very
noticeable in my gut.  As the pressure mounted, Tammy said, "I think it
must be about time to take your mind off the procedure." With that, she
gently took my cock in her hand and began to stroke, up and down, up and
down.  I tried to judge how much of the enema I had taken, but the can
prevented any guess.  Finally, I asked, "How much more is there, I'm
getting kind of full?" "Don't you worry about that, you can handle all of
it with no problem, now just relax and take deep breaths." I tried to turn
my thoughts to Tammy's hand on my cock, and sure enough, the cramps let up
almost immediately.  I guess I had gotten somewhat used to having Tammy's
hand on me, so I didn't climax as soon as before.  Never-the-less, I began
to feel my orgasm start to develop.  Soon, I began shooting my sperm, only
this time Tammy was ready.  She moved her mouth over the top of my cock and
caught everything as it rocketed out.  "You timed that about right, the can
just ran empty!" Tammy whispered to me as she finished swallowing my cum.
"Ok, Ok, but now I got to go really bad," I whispered urgently.  Tammy
began pulling the tube out.  It seemed to take forever, but again the
feeling was exquisite.  Finally I felt the last of the tube pop out and I
sprang up, running for the toilet.  Tammy came in with the empty can and
began cleaning it up.  "It is important to clean the equipment thoroughly
after every use, and especially since there was over a liter of my pee in
the can," she informed me.  I just sat there stunned.  She had peed in the
can and had put it in my body.  Before I got off the toilet I was getting
hard again just thinking of her pee surging up my ass into my colon and
then I was shitting it out.  Tammy took it as an everyday occurrence.  Wow,
what an enema!  Then, she tossed a package wrapped in plain brown paper
toward me and said, "I'll see you in a few minutes doctor." As soon as she
left, I grabbed the package and unwrapped it.  There was a doctor's smock,
a stethoscope, thermometer, and one of those lights a doctor put on his
head that looked like a round mirror.  I cleaned up, slipped into the
smock, and hung the stethoscope around my neck like I had seen doctors do.
I put the lighted mirror on my head and slipped the thermometer in my
pocket.  Then, I filled the can a little more than half full.  I went to
the door, and rapped sharply.  "Are you ready for your exam Miss Hamlin?" I
said with authority.  "Yes," she replied with a note of fear in her voice.
I entered to see Tammy lying on the mat, with her uniform draped over her
body.  "What's this, are you modest?" I asked.  Tammy nodded shyly, saying
that a man had never seen her naked before and she was afraid.  "Well, you
must not think of me as a man," I replied, "you must think of me as only
someone who wants to help you.  Now, I believe you are scheduled for a full
medical exam and then an enema is that right?" Tammy nodded, and then spoke
with a quivering voice.  "You won't hurt me will you?" I assured her that I
wouldn't hurt her a bit.  "Now, the first thing is to take your
temperature. Open wide." "Doctor, that's a rectal thermometer, I don't
think you should put it in my mouth." "OH, of course, I didn't notice," I
said.  "Well, just as I said before, Open Wide!" I joked as I pressed her
legs apart.  Tammy cooperated, and soon I could see not only her perfectly
formed little ass hole, but a more wonderful sight than I could have
imagined.  Her vagina opened, revealing all kinds of interesting folds and
intricate shapes.  Not wanting to waste the opportunity, I took the
thermometer and dipped it in Vaseline.  Carefully I inserted it leaving
about an inch sticking out.  Then, I adjusted the mirror light and knelt
down to get a good look at my first pussy.  Tammy obeyed all my commands by
moving her legs and rotating her hips up toward me.  The light illuminated
the very depths making everything as plain as day.  I started with the
vagina itself, peering as deep as possible, then moved up the slit.  I
could see the opening to the urethra, and above that, a little protrusion
with a tiny hood over the top.  I could see that it was almost like a
miniature penis, and obviously gorged with blood.  I touched it with the
tip of my finger and felt her body jerk and then press down toward my
probing finger.  I took that as permission to explore in more detail.  Soon
Tammy was grinding her amazing little bottom into the mat.  She started
breathing quicker and then began to moan.  "Oh yes, Oh yes, Oh, Oh, Oh.  I
continued to probe and stroke.  At the same time, my cock was straining to
grown another inch, and it was all I could do to keep from plunging into
her that instant.  "OH, I'm coming; I'm coming, OH, OH, OH, WOW." Tammy
went limp.  I glanced at her face to see a picture of pure contentment.  I
slipped the thermometer out and did a cursory look.  "Ah ha, you are
running a temperature.  Just as I though, we better give you an enema to
get the temperature down." With that, I slipped the tube into her cute
little ass and began the flow of water.  Slowly and gently, I began to work
the tube in, further and further until I felt some resistance.  Tammy
sensed it at the same time and said, "Better not go any further, it is
possible to hurt me if you push too hard." I watched as her belly began to
swell.  "It looks like you are getting pregnant," I commented with a laugh.
"Don't say that," she responded, "That's all we need." "Do you think you
got pregnant last week?" I asked nervously.  "No, I just finished my
period, and you can't get pregnant until about two weeks after your period
starts." "When would that be?" I asked.  "About now," she replied.  My
heart did a little flip, and then I inquired, "Does that mean we can't do
it?" I asked with disappointment.  "Look in your pocket," she replied with
a little grin.  I felt the pocket, and discovered a box of rubbers.  I
quickly pulled one out and tore it open.  "Do you know how to use it?"
Tammy asked?  "Well I've never had one on, but generally I know how they
work," I replied.  I placed the roll of rubber over the tip of my cock and
rolled it down.  Then, I knelt between her legs and began running my cock
up and down her slit.  Carefully, I slid her uniform off so I could see and
feel her breasts.  They were about as beautiful as anything I could
imagine. I began a gentle massage of them, feeling the curious ring just
below the surface, then playing with the nipples.  They were already stiff
and stood erect.  "Oh, I'm starting to get full," Tammy whispered.  "Don't
worry, I'll do something to take your mind off it," I said as I pressed my
cock into her slick wet tunnel.  It was an incredible feeling, the pressure
of the water was pressing against her vagina, making enough pressure to
send me rocketing toward an orgasm.  "Try not to come too soon," Tammy
encouraged with a pleading look.  I stopped moving, and tried to think of
something else.  Slowly the urge diminished, and I was able to make very
slow thrusts into her tunnel.  "I think the water is gone, I don't feel it
getting any fuller," Tammy commented.  I ducked my head and began kissing
and sucking one of her nipples.  Tammy grabbed my head and held it down by
her symbol of femininity.  "OH, this is so good, so good," she whimpered.
"Are you ready to come?" I asked urgently.  "Yes, let's do it, let's do it
now," she replied with equal urgency.  I began stroking in and out, while
playing with her breasts.  Soon, I again felt the passion build, and then
shot my load deep into her belly, hopefully to be caught in the rubber.  I
collapsed on her, but she immediately rolled me to one side.  "Don't put
too much pressure on my pregnant tummy," she urged.  We cuddled for a few
minutes, and then she said she had to go.  I helped her up, but didn't
follow her into the bathroom.  It was a little more than ten minutes when
she came out.  After resting for a while, we began cuddling and kissing,
and before long my cock was ready to be dressed in a new rubber.  I slid
into her, and began stroking and pumping in and out.  I guess the
combination of the rubber and having come twice in the past hour, allowed
me to last for quite a long time.  Tammy, on the other hand, was on a
passionate roll.  She would build to an orgasm, hold me tight, and then
urge me to go on again.  After about three times, I came over the top with
a rush, and felt as if I wanted to shove my cock all the way up to her
throat.  We collapsed against each other in puddles of sweat and her love
juices.  We drifted asleep for a while, but I guess the fear of being
caught woke us in time.  We cleaned up, carefully disposed of anything that
would suggest we had been there, then went back to the house and showered.
Since it was less than a month until school started, we decided we needed
to take advantage of every opportunity.  There were few good chances, given
that it was summer and we worked six day a week on the farm.  Saturday
nights presented some limited windows, but it took some considerable skills
to develop them.  I did take advantage of one significant opportunity. 
Tammy came down with the same kind of cold that I had, and ultimately
suffered the same consequences, namely severe constipation.  One afternoon
she said she just didn't feel well enough to go to work at the hospital. 
Additionally, they discouraged employees from coming to work when they were
sick themselves.  Bill said he was going to spend more time running the
tractors to build his strength, so once again I was left to clean the dairy
equipment.  I was just finishing up when Tammy came scampering in.  She had
a little overnight bag, which she tossed to me.  "Hurry up, I really need
an enema," she said in quiet desperation.  "What about your mother?" "She
is taking a nap and usually doesn't wake up for a couple of hours.  "You
get ready while I fill the bag," I urged.  Tammy hurried to the feed room
while I got everything ready.  I swirled some Ivory soap in a pan of war
water until it turned a milky color, then poured it into the bag.  In short
order, I had the nozzle inserted and began the flow of water.  Tammy
wiggled and squirmed as the warm soapy water relentlessly flowed into her
already full belly.  "Oh Donny, I need you to take my mind off the water."
I wasted no time, and soon was stroking her erect clitoris.  Tammy took
deep breaths and wiggled her bottom in response to my stroking.  All too
soon, the bag was empty, and Tammy lay panting on the floor, struggling to
hold the water.  "You really need to hold it for a few minutes to make it
work," I urged.  "I know, but I am so full, I really got to go," she
replied breathlessly.  "You need more help getting your mind off it," I
said as I began tugging my belt loose.  Soon, I was positioned so that I
could slide into her without putting too much pressure on her tummy.  Since
we hadn't done it in almost a week, I didn't last very long, and in less
than a minute I was thrusting in as deep as I could.  Tammy didn't have an
orgasm, but did give a huge sigh of relief.  She lay there for another
minute or so, and then said she absolutely had to go.  A couple of minutes
later, I could hear the gush of water and Tammy's sighs of relief.  Several
minutes later she came back to the feed room and began gathering up her
clothes and equipment.  Shortly, she was ready to leave.  I went back to
the milk room, and left by another door and went directly to the hay barn
and began pitching hay down for the cattle when they came in from pasture.
Tammy waited for a few minutes, then slipped out another door and ran back
to the house.  Finally, it was only one week left until I went back home.
Tammy announced at lunch time Saturday that she had to go back to the
hospital that evening to get a book she forgot to bring home.  "Why don't
you come with me and I will show you where I have been working," suggested
Tammy.  I shrugged and agreed.  Immediately after dinner, I showered and
met Tammy for the trip to town.  As we entered the hospital, Tammy walked
quickly to the elevator, and then pressed the button for the top floor. 
Before we stepped off the elevator, she pressed the button for the first
floor.  "Why did you do that?" I asked.  "Well, this floor isn't occupied
yet, and I didn't want anyone to wonder why the elevator had gone here. 
"What's up?" I asked.  "You'll see," she replied with a sneaky grin.  With
that, she led me down the semi dark hall, to a room on the left that had a
sign reading "Treatment room 301." Tammy pushed the door open, snapped on
the light and shoved me in.  Once I was through the door, she clicked the
lock and said, "OK Sir, go into the dressing room and take all your clothes
off and slip into the gown.  The opening goes to the back.  Just knock on
the door when you are finished and I will be right in to begin your
treatment." I did as I was told, and almost immediately after knocking on
the door, Tammy stepped in.  She was dressed in a complete nurse's uniform!
"OK, up on the treatment table," she instructed.  I hopped up on the table
and lay on my back.  Then, Tammy opened a drawer on the side of the table
and pulled out some metal fittings, which she slipped into the end of the
table at my feet.  "Now, slide down until your bottom is at the end of the
table," she instructed.  My heart was picking up a few beats as I did as
instructed.  I was puzzled at the metal U shaped things by my legs.  I
didn't have to wonder long.  Tammy picked up one leg at a time and placed
it in the device and fastened a strap over them.  Then, she put a pole in
another socket so that it was standing about three feet above my bottom. 
She turned away for a minute, and then rolled a cart up to the treatment
table.  She lifted a cloth which was covering several items.  The first and
most obvious was a metal enema can with a long hose coiled beside it.  The
can was hung from the pole, and Tammy proceeded to lube the end of the
hose, and then slid it in.  "OK sir, just take some deep breaths and this
will be over soon." With that, she began the flow of water.  Strangely,
there was little discomfort, and before I realized it, the can was empty.
Tammy ignored my movements which implied she should distract my attention
by stroking my throbbing cock.  After a few minutes, she loosened the
straps and helped me up.  "When you finish, come back and we will proceed
with the examination." When I returned, she instructed me to get back on
the table and once again the secured my legs.  Then she produced a device
that was heavily coated with Vaseline.  "OK, take a deep breath and blow it
out," she instructed.  As I let out my breath, I felt a cold hard object
begin to penetrate my bottom, pressing in and in and in.  I felt myself
stretched almost to the limit of pain.  I could also feel a twisting and
turning motion and she moved it around.  After a couple of minutes, Tammy
reported, "Well, it looks like you are in good health back there, now for
the rest of the examination." Tammy rolled another cart over to the table.
Removing the cover revealed a pan of warm water.  Gently, she cleaned my
bottom thoroughly and washed my cock and balls.  Then, she produced a ruler
and measured my cock, both the length and diameter, making notes on a piece
of paper.  All the while my cock was throbbing and twitching.  "OK, now we
need a sample for lab tests," she said as she reached for a specimen cup.
She began stroking my cock which quickly exploded in powerful spurts that
she caught in the cup.  Once again, she washed me off.  "Now, to get you as
clean on the inside as you are outside." Tammy disappeared around the
corner and soon I heard water running, then the unmistakable sound of a
person urinating and I knew that the bag was being filled with more than
water.  When she returned, she had some very strange looking equipment.  I
could see a long tan colored tube, but on the sides were two devices that
looked like the kind the doctor used when he took your blood pressure. 
"What's that?" I asked with some concern.  "It looks some kind of torture
device." "Oh don't be such a baby, this won't hurt a bit, in fact I'll bet
you really like it once we get it in." "OK, now just relax while I get you
ready for a really special enema." I watched as she squeezed a tube of
something that looked like clear toothpaste onto the nozzle.  I could see
that the end of the tube had two wrinkled sections.  I could sense that
Tammy was purposely delaying the procedure just to build my apprehension.
She stood so that I couldn't help but see everything she did.  "What does
that thing do?" I asked.  "Just watch," Tammy replied.  With that, she
began squeezing one of the black bulbs.  I was astonished to see one of the
wrinkled sections of the nozzle begin to blow up like a balloon.  "Once I
get this inside you, I will pump it up so it will make it easy for you to
hold." she explained.  "Well, I think we are about ready, now just relax."
She moved to the foot of the table, and sat on the little rolling stool. 
She scooted right up close, and adjusted the flexible neck light.  I felt
embarrassed and very vulnerable as it was obvious that she could see every
part of my most intimate place.  I was just ready to protest when I felt
the nozzle press against my opening.  I involuntarily tensed up only to
hear Tammy say, "Now just take a deep breath and let it out." Then, it
began sliding in.  At first it felt just like the long tube she had used a
few weeks ago, but then I felt some kind of obstacle.  The pressure
increased and I began opening up.  Suddenly, it slid past the obstacle and
seemed to find its own place.  "OK, now this may feel a little strange, but
it will be fine, don't worry about a thing." "Puff, Puff, Puff," six or
seven times.  I felt something swelling up inside me.  "OK, that's the
inside balloon, now for the outside." Once again I heard the now familiar
puffing sound.  It didn't have the same sensation as the inner one, but
after about half the puffs were completed, I felt the pressure of the
outside balloon pressing against my opening.  Then, Tammy tugged on the
device, but it didn't budge.  "Looks like it is firmly locked in place, you
won't leak a drop!  The nice thing about this nozzle is that you don't have
to squeeze yourself around the nozzle, just totally relax, don't worry
about leaking any water, you can't possible leak." "CLICK" In the silence
of the room, it sounded like a rifle shot.  Water flowed in faster than any
other enema I had up to now.  I started to squeeze on the tube, but Tammy
immediately felt my muscles tighten.  "Relax, just let me take care of
everything," she said.  I willed myself to let every muscle go limp.  As I
did, all the cramping stopped and I simply filled easily and painlessly.  I
glanced up to see how much I had taken, and almost fainted!  It was the
biggest bag I could possibly imagine.  "Hey!  How much does that thing
hold?" I demanded.  "About four liters," she replied casually, "Why do you
ask?" "You can't really believe I can hold all that!" "Just relax and let
me know when you've had enough," she replied sweetly.  She took some lotion
and began massaging my swelling belly, working it in a circular motion.  It
was so relaxing that I did relax and let myself sink into the examination
table.  Tammy stopped massaging for a second and checked the bag.  "Hey big
guy, you've taken over three liters already, how do you feel?" "I feel kind
of full, but not bad," I replied with some amazement.  Tammy said she had
better slow down the flow so I didn't get too full before she could stop
the water.  I saw her manipulate the clamp and sensed that the water
slowed. By now, my belly was swelled and I was feeling kind of heavy.  "I
think we should stop, I feel really full," I grunted.  Tammy immediately
clicked the clamp closed and patted my bottom.  "You did great," she
praised me.  "Now just rest lay still for a bit while I get you unstrapped"
She released the straps, and gently lifted my feet one at a time onto the
table.  "As full as you are, I think we better get you on the toilet before
I let the air out of this thing," she suggested.  I didn't argue, indeed I
could sense that if I had to hold all that water, it would be all over the
walls!  "OK, ready to dump this load?" she asked.  I nodded and struggled
to sit up.  "Just let yourself slide right off the end of the table," she
instructed as she gently grasped my feet and directed them onto the step.
Then she took my hands and pulled me to a sitting position.  "Ready to go?"
"You bet," I replied as I began moving to the bath room.  "OK, now just sit
down lightly and I will let the air out of the inside balloon.  You won't
have to worry, when the air comes out, so does the balloon." She turned the
little silver colored valve and I felt the pressure decrease.  Just as she
promised, it popped out followed by a huge torrent of water.  The relief
was dramatic and almost instantaneous.  Tammy left the room, and I could
hear her cleaning the equipment.  Then, I heard nothing at all.  I wondered
what she was up to, but was occupied with my own efforts for the time
being. Neither did I want to call out for fear of someone else hearing me.
In a surprisingly short time, I had completely emptied myself.  There was a
shower stall in the same room, so I stepped in and took a quick shower. 
Just as I finished drying off, Tammy stepped into the room and took me by
the hand.  "OK, into bed with you," she commanded.  She led me into the
adjoining room where there was a standard hospital bed, and tucked me in.
"Do I have to sleep alone?" I asked.  "Just hold on for a minute," she
commanded.  "Why do you think I was measuring you?" She disappeared into
the other room and immediately returned.  She opened a rubber and laid it
out on the bedside table.  "Had to be sure we had one big enough," she
laughed.  She pulled the covers back and rolled the rubber onto my
throbbing cock.  "Are you ready for your next treatment?" "I don't know
what it is, but I'm sure ready for something," I said with enthusiasm. 
"OK, let me adjust the bed properly.  Now just relax and don't worry.  She
went to the foot of the bed and began turning a crank.  I felt my body and
head lower just a bit, but not so far as to be uncomfortable.  Then, she
lowered my feet a bit more than my head.  The result was my cock was
sticking high into the air.  Tammy opened the buttons on the front of her
uniform and let it slide to the floor.  She hopped up on the bed with me
and straddled my legs.  Then, she lowered her hot wet slick love tunnel
over my equally hot throbbing cock.  Slowly, slowly she lowered herself
until she was literally sitting on my pubic bone.  My cock was in deeper
than I could have ever imagined.  "Now, I want you to let me do all the
work for a while," she said.  Slowly she worked her fascinating little
bottom in small circles, around and around.  The effect was maddening!  It
was all I could do to keep from throwing my hips into her like a battering
ram.  "OH WOW, OH WOW!  Was all I could say.  She moved slowly, sometimes
pulling almost all the way out, and then slowly sliding back down until we
bumped together again.  I could tell that she was pacing herself.  "I want
to play with your breasts," I begged.  "OK," she agreed.  I reached up and
gently caressed her firm perky breasts.  I could feel the nipples stiffen
and stick straight out.  Slowly I could see her face take on the special
look I had come to recognize that was leading up to her orgasm.  Higher and
higher she rose until her face took on an appearance of sheer ecstasy
bordering on pain.  Suddenly, she let out a long, deep and sensual moan,
and then collapsed on my chest.  I could feel her breasts pressing against
my chest as her breathing slowed and her fingers gripped and released my
hair.  By now, I was ready to move on.  I rolled Tammy onto her side, and
then positioned her so that her bottom was in the same position as I was
moments before.  Then, I slid right into her with one mighty thrust.  As I
did, I arched my back such that my cock penetrated to the absolute maximum
depth.  Tammy was acting like she was choking.  "What's wrong?" I said in
alarm.  "Nothing, just choked on your cock when you shoved it all the way
in," she giggled.  I laughed with her, and then began trying to imitate her
actions when she was in complete control.  I moved in long slow strokes
sliding to the point I almost slipped out, then plunging all the way back
in.  I delayed as long as I could possibly hold off, but once it became
obvious I was going to come, I began pounding into Tammy with all my might.
"OH Tammy, OH Tammy, OH, OH, OH!" I fell onto her limp and out of breath.
We cuddled and caressed for several minutes, then drifted off to sleep.  We
must have slept for about forty five minutes when Tammy stirred and
murmured, "You are getting kind of heavy." I rolled off her and sat up. 
"Oh Tammy, that was the greatest thing I have ever felt," I said with awe.
"It's going to be so hard to see you go," she said as tears welled up in
her eyes.  "I won't even be able to tell you good-bye, I'll just have to
wave and pretend that you are nothing special," as the tears began to roll
down her cheeks.  I kissed her gently and pulled her up.  "We better clean
up this room and get out of here before we get caught," I urged, trying to
get her mind off my imminent departure.  "Probably more for my benefit than
hers," I thought.  I couldn't stand the thought of her seeing me cry, I
guess we males are just put together that way.  We busied ourselves
cleaning up everything and making up the bed and exam table so that it
looked as if we had never been there.  Tammy made up one package of linens
in a pillow case and set it by the door.  "One more look around and we need
to go," she said.  One more check and we slipped out the door.  We dropped
the pillow case down the linen chute, and then slipped down the stairs at
the back of the hospital, and into the parking lot.  It was nearly ten, so
we decided we better get home.  Tammy laid a book on the seat so it would
be available as our excuse for going into town.  We talked about what we
would do this last week.  We spent as much time as we could that last week
together.  That last week is a complete story in itself and I will follow
up this story with part two..  I managed to give Tammy an enema twice the
last night, she gave me one.  We made love slowly and tenderly afterwards.
We slipped into the shower together and she peed on my cock as a going away
ceremony.  Of course I got so hard I had to put my cock somewhere and she
put it down her throat until I came.  But all good things must come to an
end and with a heavy heart, I went to my room and slipped into bed. 
Sometime in the night I woke up, sensing that something was wrong.  As I
came more awake, I realized that Tammy was cuddled up against my back. 
Judging by her steady and deep breathing, I knew that she was asleep.  I
lay perfectly still, wondering what to do.  I didn't want to startle her
and cause her to make a sound.  I lay there for perhaps a half hour when
Tammy began to roll over and bumped against me.  "OH Donny, I just had to
have you one more time," she whispered.  I got between her legs and licked
her cunt and asshole to lube them up and we made gentle love, then fell
asleep in each other's arms.  We didn't awake until I heart Carrie knock on
my door saying, "Time to get up Donny, breakfast will be ready in ten
minutes." Tammy sprang out of bed with a terror stricken look.  "OH NO! 
Mom will come into my room without knocking," she said breathlessly. 
"Quick, go into the bathroom and flush the toilet, she will think you just
got up," I whispered pushing her to the bathroom.  I heard Tammy's door
open and Carrie say, "Tammy, are you up?" just as my bathroom door closed.
My heart was about to jump out of my chest when I heard Tammy say, "I'm in
here mom, I'll be down in a few minutes." "Well hurry up in there, Donny
needs to use the bathroom too," she replied as she retreated downstairs. 
One thing I have learned, the more you try to act natural, the harder it is
to be natural.  I could sense Tammy avoiding my glances, and of course I
was trying to avoid her glances as well.  Finally Bill noticed it as well.
"Is something wrong with you two?" he asked.  "You both look like you are
trying too hard to act like something didn't happen, makes me wonder what
you are hiding." Tammy was turning beet red, and I could feel color rising
as well.  Finally I had an inspiration.  "Well, I guess it will come out
sooner or later, so I guess we better tell you about it." Tammy looked like
she was going to die, and hid her face.  Bill and Carrie were staring at me
with serious questions in their eyes.  "WELL?" "Well, it's just that I
forgot to lock the door this morning, and it was bright enough that I
didn't turn on the light, and Tammy walked in and I didn't have anything
on." I explained, then kind of laughed.  "What's so funny?" demanded
Carrie. "Well, I couldn't help but remember that this is the way I started
out, only it was the other way," I replied.  Tammy took the cue and said,
"OH, I am so embarrassed, I could just die." "Well, now you know how I felt
that night," I quipped back.  Bill and Carrie glanced at each other and
kind of smiled.  Tammy excused herself saying she needed to study.  I drank
my orange juice in two gulps and said, "I think I should start the
milking," and hurried out.  About ten minutes later, Bill joined me.  He
didn't say anything until we finished chores.  "I think you did a terrific
job here this summer.  I couldn't have gotten along without you.  However;
I think it is probably best that you are going back to school.  I suspect
that the two of you being normal teen-agers with normal urges may want to
go a bit further than an accidental glimpse of each other in the bathroom,
what do you think?" I didn't say anything for a moment or two, and then
replied, "Well, Tammy is one pretty girl, and I have to admit that I would
like to see a lot more of her than just a startled glimpse, so I guess I
have to agree with you." Bill gave me a knowing smile, and I read
everything into it that he didn't say!