Montana, The Enema State

Montana is a huge state. We had entered Montana in the early hours of the morning (probably sometime around my second cumming). We were going to be traversing the state all day before we crossed the Missouri River to enter North Dakota near Williston. Much of the time, US Route 2 would be to our right; a two-lane highway where some of the vehicles were moving as fast or faster than our train was (about 90 miles per hour).

Big Sky Country is correct. On a clear day, it's a 20-plus mile hemisphere of blue sky. Once we got east of the Rocky Mountains, the sky cleared and it was pretty flat though the landscape was dotted with buttes here and there.

There were only six stops east of the East Glacier station and only one of them was long enough to get off the train to stretch your legs outside at Havre, Montana. It was about a 20-minute stop and we were approaching it quickly. She had her ticket and I had mine. Although I could get back on board the train through the coach car or the sleeper car (if the doors were open), she could only get on board through the coach car.

We exited the train and stepped out onto platform. Although we hadn't been walking around on the train very much, we had become accustomed to the swaying of the train and the sound of the wheels on the tracks. Stepping onto solid ground was a little disorienting. The ground felt like it was moving when it absolutely wasn't. We stayed off the train for about 15 minutes. We got some snacks and headed to my room, passing a few people and and several open doors along the way. We quickly ducked in the door and I closed and locked it, pulling the privacy curtains closed.

We heard the train horn and the jolt of the train, and we were underway once again. As soon as we were moving, she started to remove her clothes. She looked at me and said "Come on! Out of them!" referring to my clothes. She leaned down, pulled my suitcase out, and laid it on the "couch." She unsnapped the latches and unfolded the two halves. As I was removing the last of my clothing, she was taking out the enema bag and hung it up. She clearly had something in mind but she wasn't telling me. She took out the towel and one of the pads. And then she opened one of the pockets in the suitcase and took out the contents.

"Tell me about these" as she held them up in each hand. She had a very wicked smile as she asked me.

"Oh, my vibrating butt plugs. I bought them during this trip when I was in Seattle."

There were two sizes. One was very definitely wide and a quite large in nearly every dimension. The other one was more conical. It was smaller in diameter but had a longer reach than the more rounded. She held the larger diameter one toward me.

"And you can get this one in?"

"Yes. But batteries aren't included."

"I'm impressed. I might have difficulty getting this one in," referring to the smaller of the two.

"What are you up to? "

"I'm going to give you another enema, this time in the light so I can really watch you take it."

"You like this, don't you?"

"I didn't know enemas could be so erotic and so much fun."

"Well, with the right person, yes. Have you ever given anyone, besides yourself, an enema?" I realized that I had forgotten to ask that question.

"No, you're my first."

I told her to remember that not everyone likes enemas or are turned on by enemas like I am. She put the pad down on the "couch," patted it and told me to get on my hands and knees. She went over to the sink and turned on the hot water to fill the bag with warm water. It had been a long time since I had been "waiting" in a position like this.

She was having a little difficulty getting the screw-in "stopper" to properly thread into the bag, but she finally got it. She put the bag down beside me. It had a pleasingly full look. This was the advantage of a closed-top bag. She had opened the jar of petroleum jelly and gotten a dollop on two of her fingers. In a moment, I felt her fingers running around the rim of my asshole before she plunged them in to lube me up. I lowered my head down to the cushion so that I was in a true ass-up position.

"You have a really cute butt!"

"Thanks. I like yours, too."

"No, really. I love looking at it this way."

"On a swaying train speeding across Montana?"

"No, with your butt up in the air and a nozzle and hose stuck in it."

The banter back and forth continued.

In this position, she was also rubbing my balls and the inside of my thighs. She would also reach forward to my erect cock and give it a few strokes. It was an interesting feeling to be so vulnerable and so at ease at the same time. She finally reached for the nozzle laying beside me.

I could see her behind me through my peripheral vision. I felt the nozzle slip into me and then slide all the way in. She picked up the bag and, with a snap, I felt the water start flowing into me. She was holding the bag up rather than hanging it. She must have had the clamp wide open because it felt like I was being filled rather quickly. Yet with my head down, the warmth of the water indicated that it was flowing across and with gravity through my descending colon. It then started to spread across my upper abdomen. There was no sense of pressure as it must have been flowing quite freely into me.

Most of the time she had my balls and the base of my cock in her other hand...gently running her fingers around them and squeezing them. She would change hands every 20-30 seconds. I was guessing that the arm holding up the bag would get tired.

Still, it didn't take long to drain the bag and I heard the clamp ratchet to a close. I couldn't tell what she was doing until I felt the hose lay up my spine. She told me not to move because she was going to refill the bag.

Somewhere in our conversations, I had mentioned that I more typically took "2-bag" enemas and that maximum was somewhere around two 2-quart bags. She told me that she was going to give me an enema more fitting to my normal experience.

Again, water in the sink and then hearing it fill the bag. Topping off the bag and then reaching across to grab the screw-in top. She had less trouble screwing it in this time. Holding the bag, she positioned her face in front of mine as my head was still turned while having my head down on the "couch" surface.

"Are you ready, lover?"

"Are you going to join me?"

"Yes, later."

I told her to fill me up and, with another click, she released the clamp. Then I heard another click that indicated that she was adjusting the flow. Still I could feel the water flowing. It was slightly cooler than the first bag. I was unaware that I was letting out low moans as I was being filled. Somewhere in the filling process I became aware of some increasing pressure. I didn't saying anything at first, but after the sense of pressure really started to climb I told her that I was getting pretty full.

"Just a little bit more! You've taken almost all of the bag." I heard the clamp click (open?) and I could tell she had raised the bag to the room's ceiling. Since I couldn't see the bag from this position, I had no way to tell how much was left. But then I heard the clamp click closed as it ratchetted through the settings. She brought the bag down so that I could see it and showed me that the bag was sucked down to indicate it was empty. She told me to stay just where I was.

She pulled the nozzle out and placed the empty bag over at the sink. I couldn't tell what she was doing at first, but then I felt something placed against the outside of my asshole. I realized what it was and warned her that unless she was able to get the plug in smoothly, I was likely to leak a lot when I was this full. She told me she was prepared and then started to push the plug in.

Even lubricated, the plug could be quite a painful shock to those sphincter muscles when it suddenly stretched them open to allow the widest part of the plug to pass through. She was applying fairly constant pressure and It could feel myself gradually opening. It really felt quite good.

Right up to the point when the widest part (a bit more than 2.5 inches) was about to reach that outer/inner sphincter muscle transition. The butt plug suddenly popped in with a quick burst of pain as the widest point passed through the muscles. There was also some pain as the plug also stretched my lower rectum. It took 20-30 seconds for the pain to subside. It hurt "so good."

There was only a little leakage from inserting the butt plug and I was full in more ways than one. She dried my balls off, put the towel down on the seat, and then sat down beside me.

She had me roll over and place my head in her lap. She could hear the enema sloshing around as I turned over and could see my taut, yet bulging, abdomen. She reached over and down with her right hand to stroke my full abdomen. She was also stroking my cock when she wasn't rubbing my stomach. Laying there, I was looking up at her breasts and her erect nipples. I so wanted to take them into my mouth but really couldn't with a colon full of water, even with a butt plug holding back the flood.

"Aren't you going to join me?" I asked again.

"You wanted me to give you enemas? Let me give you enemas. I'll join you shortly."

Still, this was quite nice.

Clack-clack. Clack-clack. Clack-clack, as we rolled across Montana. And then she turned on the vibrating butt plug.

(to be continued)