The story of my relationship with Barb, back in the mid 1970's continues....

After the humiliating "sex slave" episode my rela- tionship with Barb settled into an unusual groove. We fought constantly and I continued to treat her badly but our sex life became fantastic.

More and more she assumed a dominate role in the bedroom--probably to get even with the way I treated her. For my part, I guess I acted the asshole so she would do those awful things to me. At the time I had no concept of separating fantasy from reality. There wasn't any reason why I couldn't behave civilly towards her and still enjoy the wild sex. Maybe it was inhibi- tions (on both our parts) that prevented us from commu- nicating meaningfully. Of course we eventually broke up. Badly.

But before that preordained train wreck, we enjoyed some wild times in the bedroom. And bathroom.

Barb kept the plastic E-Z-EM bags she had ob- tained for my sex slave weekend and continued to use them on me with gleeful abandon. She never did get a double balloon enema catheter, but the large retention tips and thick colon tube she did sneak out were more than enough for my poor, tortured asshole.

In those days, just about every apartment had a Swag Lamp in every room. Those were ceiling mounted lights that plugged into a wall outlet. Since they had to plug in, they were naturally located close to a wall. That meant there would be a sturdy hook or two attached to the ceiling, typically near the bed. These hooks made perfect places from which to hang an enema bag. Barb made full use of that handy feature.

Another thing she made good use of, was one of those plastic, phallus-shaped vibrators. I'd bought one of them (from the grocery store, of all places) thinking she'd like to have it vibrating away inside her during foreplay. Barb hated the thing up her cunt and it wasn't powerful enough to use with any effect on her clit. But she thought it perfect for shoving up my ass.

Well, it was, but only if I was prepared for it. Otherwise the thing hurt like hell when she shoved it deep inside my ass. I had foolishly boasted that I could take a dick up my ass without much difficulty. (Figuring that I could goad her into allowing me to bone her up the ass.)

She accepted that boast and began using the vibra- tor in me. Now, the first time she did that, we took it slow and I actually did most of the work, if you know what I mean. We put a dry rubber over the vibra- tor, slicked it up with a ton of Vaseline and carefully worked it past my tight anal ring until it was good and deep.

Man, that was some experience! First, it felt huge, stretching my hole to the limit, but it also felt incredibly good, pressing towards my cock, vibrating and moving. First I dribbled a steady stream of pre- cum from my rock-hard cock, then when I came, it was another spectacular load of jism. My ass contracted so much during orgasm that I forced the vibrator complete- ly out.

Lately Barb was combining large volume enemas with the anal vibrator. She'd make me get up on all fours, with my ass aimed up, take an enema then hold it while she worked that damn plastic thing in my ass.

It began with her gloved hands getting my ass ready for the nozzle. The full E-Z-EM bag would be hanging from the ceiling by a cord, slowly rotating and drip- ping water.

She'd snag a big gob of Vaseline with one hand and work it into my rectum with her fingers. My cock would be stiff (!) at this point, but if I came too soon, I would still have endure the enema and the reaming, so I tried not to climax right away. Sometimes that wasn't possible, especially if Barb wanted me to come right away.

She would grab and pull my nuts with her other hand while her two fingers were twisting around in my rec- tum. I'd beg her to stop, and sometimes she did, but other times she continued until a rain of jism spurted from my spasming cock.

I have to confess that this wasn't as bad as it seemed. The subsequent large enema and reaming pro- duced another orgasm, much sooner than I could other- wise normally achieve.

After Barb got my ass lubed up to her satisfaction, in went the enema nozzle. That thick pink one with the large opening on its tip. Then the water flow began. Barb stayed behind me, one hand holding the nozzle in place. The other hand either teased my dick and balls or, if she was feeling nice, massaged my hanging (and full) stomach.

Those enemas were hell to take and she made me take just about all of the water. One and a half quarts would go in with no problem, rather enjoyably, actual- ly. Then I'd hit that first wall of pain, the two quart mark. Up until Barb's enemas, I had to struggle to finish a bag. (I typically stopped the flow when I shot off my load.) Now I was learning (?) to expand my capacity.

I'd start to breathe heavily and fight the cramps as I approached the two and a half quart mark. Here is where I begged for pause, in an attempt to allow my over filed guts to ease their liquid load. Barb con- centrated to shut off the flow for a minute or two, but she always began it again before I felt I was ready.

Complaining didn't do anything, she'd laugh and sternly say I had to finish my enema. She'd pump my cock and squeeze my balls in encouragement. About half the times I finished what she prepared for me. On the other occasions I couldn't hold it and fled to the toilet.

The enema done, she would pull out the nozzle and take the bag to the sink. Returning quickly, my moans of pain and cramps made her hurry, she'd give me the plastic weenie treatment.

Up against my asshole went the blunt tip of that vibrator. Since I knew I had to accept it, I tried to relax. Try relaxing your anal muscles with a belly overflowing with a huge enema and see how well you fair. Oh, and make sure you are on your own bed, too.

A sharp stab of pain signaled the passage of the thick shaft. I would attempt to relax so I could enjoy it, but I never could quite catch the pain up with the pleasure.

Barb would fuck me with that vibrator until I lost my load. A horrible way to come! The exquisite, intense pleasure fought with the enema's unending pain and cramps and the vibrator-stretched asshole torture.

I loved it.

Afterwards we fucked well into the night, but pleasure's glow lasted only so long, and we went back to fighting until we broke up.

Youth! It's wasted on the young.

THE END