Once the massive amount of barium solution was finally evacuated and I had finished cleaning up, I returned to the treatment room to find the young technician again filling the can with warm water. He explained that the doctor had been forced to leave and had asked him to finish the process. This, he explained, would entail one final cleansing enema to remove the last of the barium, followed by the application of an emollient lotion to soothe tissues irritated by the invasive procedure.

I knew the drill quite well by this point and again assumed my position on the table which had been returned to its inverted “V” configuration. Still without the gown, I spread my legs, giving the technician unfettered access to my backside, and turned to watch him complete his preparations. He chose a similar large-diameter rectal tube to the one the doctor had used. As I watched, he connected the tube to the hanging can and donned a pair of rubber gloves, then applied lubricant to the dangling rectal tube. Just watching his methodical preparation, his slick hands sliding up and down the tube, and imagining this tube being once more introduced deep into my rectum, had me feeling fluttery and more than a little excited. He turned his attention to my waiting behind.

As he approached, I spread my legs to the width of the table giving him unrestricted access to my tender anus and, I’m sure, a marvelous view. His touch, as before, was both gentle and assertive, and I was able to watch his movements in the mirror. He spread my anus giving me a quick visual appraisal, then proceeded to rub the lubricant into me in a circular motion with one long index finger. As my wearied muscles relaxed and opened, his finger gradually penetrated me deeply, applying the lubricant inside and out. As he twisted his wrist, I occasionally felt a knuckle gently glide over the base of my vagina. My breathing grew deeper and a surprising shiver ran up my spine as I began to experience the same exquisite, quivery sensations I had experienced before. All too soon these ministrations ended. He picked up the end of the long colon tube and, as I watched, began to slowly introduce it into my waiting anus.

Now quite familiar with this delicious sensation, I closed my eyes and felt the intruder slowly worm its way through my empty back passage. This, if you’ve never been so lucky, is a unique and delightful experience, especially when one is as open and obstruction-free as I was in that moment. I felt the continuous, well-lubricated stretch and friction of the rubber tube against the inner and outer anal sphincter, coupled with the curious sensation of something snaking its way through my colon. I opened my eyes and was shocked to discover that only a foot or so of the tube remained, meaning that, much to my surprise, over 20 inches had effortlessly disappeared into me!

I heard a click and soon felt the warm water begin to slowly seep throughout me from a place deep inside. His thumbs began to gently circle and massage my outer anal ring, making a few soothing passes. Then, to my surprise, he removed his gloves and began to massage my belly. He placed one hand on my lower back for leverage and with the other reached beneath me and pressed his fingers into my abdomen. His touch, as he rubbed me from pubic bone to sternum, was confident and soothing and incredibly intimate as he made sure the water penetrated thoroughly. The flow rate must have been set to little more than a trickle because this relaxing belly massage continued for a long time. Taken together, all of these sensations had me both relaxed and incredibly excited. With an audible gurgle, the enema ended and, sadly, so did the massage. The technician carefully withdrew the long rectal tube, a sensation that had me squirming, then helped me up from the table. He gave me his arm to hold on to as he escorted me to the toilet, which was a good thing because I was feeling a bit shaky and unsteady.

Returning to the treatment room after expelling the large volume of rinse water, I noted that he had cleaned up all of the used equipment and donned another pair of gloves. The table remained in in the jackknifed position and I remained without a robe. I took my familiar place on the table, which again positioned my head and feet three feet lower than my bottom, and spread my legs wide apart. The technician assured me that this would be the final step in today’s invasive ordeal, but it was an important one as it would soothe and relieve any remaining irritation.

He placed a substantial dollop of lotion on his fingers and approached my side. With a confident and relaxing touch, he began to massage between my buttocks, pressing deftly on the muscles surrounding my anus, spreading the lotion. Gradually, his ministrations drew closer to the center of my bottom, spreading me open effortlessly and finally slipping inside. He soon had two fingers of his hand deep inside of me, twisting and turning, rubbing the soothing salve everywhere he could reach. The sensation was beyond anything I had ever felt before. It felt like little rockets firing throughout my nervous system. The exposure, the penetration, the friction, the lubrication, the sheer naughtiness of the situation, soon had me panting for breath and squirming uncontrollably. And unashamedly. I was already more completely exposed to this aggressive technician than I had ever been to anyone else in my entire life, so why not this as well? I let go of my last, fleeting measure of restraint, concentrating all of my attention on the intense feelings that were ripping through the core of my being. I began rocking my pelvis to increase the overwhelming sensation, literally fucking his fingers with my ass.

And then it happened. A feeling rose from my core and lit up every nerve center in my body with electricity. It shot through me like magma through a lava tube and I exploded with an orgasm that turned my entire body to wriggling Jello. I was grunting and humping so hard the technician had to place a hand firmly on the small of my back to keep me from falling off the table. Finally, the contractions and shaking began to subside and his fingers gingerly withdrew. I lay there, eyes closed, spent and exhausted, as little shock-waves of energy continued to roll through my body.

Finally, I had my breathing under control again and “Wow,” escaped my lips. I opened my eyes and made eye contact with the young technician in the mirror. “Wow, indeed,” he said maintaining eye contact and smiling. Then I felt his hands on my lower back, deftly stroking the muscles there, continuing to massage my buttocks and thighs with long, languorous strokes. I continued to purr contentedly and managed to spread my legs even wider in invitation. Eventually his hands gripped both thighs and I felt his thumbs begin to caress the area to either side my outer labia. This was the first time there was any kind of direct attention to my vulva, excluding the occasional, incidental touch, and the feeling immediately sent a new series of electric tingles through my body.

I could only imagine what I must have looked like to him: bent over, spread wide and dripping wet. Feeling so completely exposed made me feel more lusty and sexually empowered than I could have imagined possible. His thumbs made contact with my labia. It was just the lightest touch at first, up one lip, down the other, moistened by the lube and my own copious juices. My hips rolled back and began a rocking motion entirely of their own volition. His thumbs gradually traversed the outer lips and began to caress my inner labia. It was almost imperceptible at first. A hint of pressure here, a swoop into the entrance of my vagina there, always staying well away from my clit. This, of course, made me want that contact all the more, but he stayed away, for now anyhow, and began to concentrate his attention on my inner labia in earnest, and on my neglected vagina.

One thumb began to caress my inner lips in a slow up and down motion, as one of his long, delicate fingers teased the entrance to my vagina and then slipped inside. That finger! It danced around the entrance to my vagina, insistent, exploring, investigating like a spelunker mapping every inch of a new cave, darting in, then slipping out but always making the most gentle, delicious contact. By this point I was utterly in his control and thoroughly unable to control the involuntary movements of my body. I arced my hips forward to increase the contact on my labia, then arched back to savor more of that finger. That finger! It was soon joined by another, and together they curled slightly and came to rest, pressing firmly on my g-spot as his thumb continued to caressed my lips. The sensation was indescribable. “Where the hell did he learn that?” was the last coherent thought I had before another orgasm ripped through my body, this one causing my hips to shimmy and quiver uncontrollably. I continued to rock my pelvis, fucking his fingers unabashedly while emitting whimpering grunts from deep in my throat until my jerky motions stilled and the fingers eased their way out of my body.

As I floated back into my body and my breathing regulated, I became aware of another sensation, the slightest tickle at the apex of my vulva, on either side of my clit. Gradually this new pressure and motion began to build. He wasn’t touching my clit directly, always just to the sides, but it was more than enough to rekindle the pleasure that was still coursing through me. I began to arch my back again and press against those fingers, hungrily, greedily. What a sight I must have been! His fingers soon changed their motion and I felt them sliding up and down my slit, all the way up to circle my anus at the top, then down to circle my clit at the bottom, gliding unctuously. Up and down. Up and down. And, finally, FINALLY! I felt contact directly on my clit. His touch was light, well-lubricated by my steadily flowing juices, and right where I wanted it most.

I’m a gal who, previously, had only ever had a single (rare) orgasm during sex, and here I was at a doctor’s office, well on my way to a third! He circled my clit relentlessly, with the lightest touch and I felt a tremor in my legs and my hips began to twitch uncontrollably. That was when I felt a finger slide effortlessly into my ass. This! This is what I had been waiting for all my life. After this interminable day of being exposed, filled, poked and prodded, these two sensations, combined, caused me to completely and totally lose my mind. I jerked forward for more clit contact and backwards to bury that finger in my ass. I couldn’t get enough of either sensation. Forward and back, forward and back, but jerky, like a lunatic, grunting and growling, twisting and wriggling, until a huge orgasm began to build deep within my core. The feeling grew and grew. I jerked and flopped, all attention riveted on the competing but somehow synergistic sensations concentrated in my clit and ass until, with a huge gasp, I froze, my breath and every muscle in my body clenched. Time stopped.

And then it hit. I instantly transformed into a grunting, writhing mass of jelly, shaking uncontrollably, even as my body continued to wantonly, desperately pursue a last, lingering contact with those fingers. I quivered and moaned as waves of pleasure coursed through my body, rolling like a tide. Eventually the waves dispersed and the fluttering subsided leaving me completely and totally spent and relaxed. I don’t think I actually passed out, but I undoubtedly slipped into an out-of-body state of bliss where I was completely unaware of my surroundings. By the time I returned to my lovingly-ravaged body the exam table had been leveled, the lights had been dimmed, and a blanket had been placed over me. My clothing was neatly folded on a chair beside the table, along with a glass of ice water and a note that said simply: “Thank You!”

Registered Nurse, Dover, N. J. (August 1973)