Barb and I had been dating for some time when I came down ill with something, I forget what it was exactly, probably a bad cold. We couldn't go on any dates but she came over to see how I was doing, which was nice of her.

Barb was almost fat. She had large, soft breasts and a large tummy, but her ass and hips weren't huge. Romanesque was the term back then to describe how she looked. I didn't care one way or the other. All I knew was that I sure loved to suck her big tits and bounce on her belly. She was a natural when it came to giving head. Her technique drove me crazy, causing me to always have violent orgasms when she blew me. She locked her lips around the shaft of my cock as it spurted, sucking it completely dry. When I returned the favor, her juices soaked the sheets and her thighs clamped tightly around my head when she climaxed.

In spite of all the sexual antics we regularly engaged in, I never brought up the subject of enemas or anal sex with her. It took that illness to do that.

After she had visited with me a while, inquiring about how I felt, she asked if I had a hot water bot- tle. She asked because in her probing of my condition she learned that my abdomen hurt. I thought about my answer before saying anything.

My enema kit was a combination bag, still in the original box, kept in the cabinet under the lav. The layout of my place featured a small full bath connected to my bedroom. The sink and vanity, though, was actually inside the bedroom, with a door into a very small area for the tub and commode. I would be able to see her reaction when she found my combination bag.

"Under the sink," I told her.

Barb went over to the vanity and knelt down. There wasn't much else under there so she didn't have any trouble finding it. She ran the hot water and opened the box. I watched her with nervous anticipation. I was scared she would say something negative about enemas and terrified she would ask me about them.

I was disappointed when she said nothing. Barb filled the bag half way with hot water, screwed on the stopper and, with a towel, brought it over to me.

She wiped off the bag and had me lay flat on my back with my undershirt pulled up. She placed the hot rubber bag on my stomach and covered it with the towel.

"How does it feel?" she asked me.

"Hot," I replied. She gave me a look. "I mean," I continued, "It feels hot. It's not doing anything else."

I had a water bed then. It was a king sized mat- tress on a raised platform. It didn't have a head board or padded edges. I was surprised to learn that a water bed isn't that good for sex. It's great for sleeping however, and since it was heated, it was also nice to lie upon in the winter.

""Well, give it some time." Barb left my side and went into the bathroom to pee. She didn't bother to close the door. From my bed I had an unobstructed view of her doing her business. I watched and listened to her pee while I gently rocked on the slight wave action beneath me.

Barb washed her hands and came back to my side. She checked my belly with one cool hand. "When was the last time you had a BM?"

Now usually if I had been home sick an enema would have been the first thing I would have taken. But I was feeling truly rotten and hadn't had the energy to give myself one this time.

"I don't know," I fibbed. "Maybe a day or two ago." I had actually gone that morning, but I wasn't about to tell Barb that.

Barb lifted the hot water bottle off of my belly. I missed its touch immediately, the warm rubber had felt good next to my bare skin. She probed my stomach with her fingers. My whole body shook at her touch. I just knew she was going to offer to give me an enema, my first ever from someone else. From someone I was having sex with, from someone I loved. My cock, thank- fully concealed by the bedclothes, was blue steel hard.

"What?" I tried to talk but it came out a choked whisper.

Barb flashed me one of her impish smiles. She put her hands on her hips and tried to be stern. The effect was somewhat diminished by the hot water bottle in her right hand. "I'm giving you an enema."

I managed to nod. I shivered. I actually shivered with excitement and fear as I waited for Barb to administer my enema. She returned to the sink to empty the bag's contents and began the preparations.

Barb kept a spare toothbrush at my place. It remained in one of the vanity's drawers when she wasn't over for the night. She knew where it was kept and consequently knew what else was in those drawers.

I watched her take out the Vaseline jar. Would she see and use the bar of Castile soap also in the draw- er?

The way I prepared my enemas was to add a few shavings of Castile soap to a partially filled bag. I'd stopper the bag, shake it vigorously to dissolve the soap and then fill it to capacity.

Yes! Barb took the soap out too. She assembled the hose and clamp and stuck the rectal pipe on one end. I so much wanted to tell her to use the douche tip instead, but stayed silent. I hasn't considered it, but from a woman's point of view, douche pipes were for douching.

Barb of course didn't know my method of making soap suds. She held the soap under the running water to make suds as the sink filled. She used the plastic tumbler to scoop soapy water from the sink into the bag.

Fill it! Fill it! I wanted to shout, but of course I didn't say anything for fear of rejection or criticism. The same fear that prevented me from initiating anal sex, or even ass play, with her.

Barb filled the bag about half way. She screwed the cap onto the bag and attached the hose. She cleared the tubing of air before anointing the tip with Vaseline.

An idea formed inside my throbbing skull. Barb knew how to give an enema. Her actions in front of me proved she'd done it frequently. Why didn't I make the connection before? Barb currently worked in a clerical position at a clinic, but she had told me that she used to work with patients. She hated the environment and hadn't pursued a nursing career. Whether she was turned on by them or not, she was no stranger to giving enemas.

Barb left the soapy bag on the vanity and came over to get me in position. I was hesitant to follow her orders to pull down my underpants and get on my left side on the towel. She'd see my hardon. Without saying anything I did as she asked. She smiled at my condition but didn't say anything.

Barb brought the enema bag over to the bed. Now it was time to get an enema. I was about to get, not take, an enema. I could barely contain myself, I kept shaking. Barb mistook my near shock excitement as an indication of how ill I was.

"You'll feel much better after the enema."

The word was spoken. It was so thrilling to hear it out loud and meant for me. "Okay," I answered. I pulled apart my butt cheeks for her without prompting.

Barb sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to agitate the mattress, and bent to insert the nozzle. When I felt the cool plastic tip enter my anus I about lost it. A rapid intake of breath coupled with a strong shudder occurred without my conscious awareness. Barb patted my exposed ass and opened the clamp. She raised the bag and best enema of my life began.

I felt the water enter my rectum, hot and moderate- ly insistent. My cock, painfully hard, dribbled pre cum. A very bad omen. Unless I was extremely careful, I was liable to shoot off without much warning. "Oh Barb," I more or less moaned.

She chuckled and lowered the bag to slow the flow. Her right hand still held the nozzle. She repositioned her hand so it still kept the tip in place but was further up the hose. I think she realized that if her hand continued to touch me I'd loose control and ejaculate. Barb loved to control my ejaculations, her oral lovemaking demonstrated that often enough.

Barb continued to adjust the elevation of the bag as the enema flowed. I tried my best to resist from climaxing while attempting to monitor the enema's progress so I could also enjoy it.

The water was filling my rectum and colon. I could feel the beginnings of peristalsis. Alone, I simply stopped the enema if the urge to go grew insistent or if I orgasm. Now I had to endure it. I wasn't in control. I was getting an enema and there wasn't much I could do about it. It was painfully neat.

Barb only filled the bag half way, and I had moved my bowels that morning, so there wasn't that much waste in the way of the intruding liquid. It wasn't that difficult to take all of the enema.

It felt great getting an enema. I so much wanted to masturbate but I didn't dare touch myself. I ur- gently wanted to come, but I wanted more for Barb to continue giving me the enema. Thus I was torn between conflicting emotions, sensations and feelings. After ten years of solo activity, getting an enema from someone else was scary. I was so turned on by it that I was shaking uncontrollably. I was fearful of criticism over the revelation of my fetish. But most of all, I was cramping from the soapy solution pouring into my guts. I was in heaven.

Barb closed the clamp and pulled the nozzle out of my butt. "All done," she announced in her cat-that- ate-the-canary voice.

Would she make me hold it, I wondered. I didn't move. If I rolled onto my stomach, which was the usual posture I assumed for enemas, I was afraid the bed's movement coupled with the pressure caused by my stomach would trigger my orgasm. (That was how I masturbated during an enema.) If I shifted position onto my back, Barb would see just how aroused I was. My erection was so intense that the head of my cock was purple. A sticky purple at that, as the pre-cum oozing had continued.

I stayed still and waited.

Barb promptly got up and went to the sink. She didn't say anything. I didn't say anything. I fought the desire to shit. She turned on the water, "Go on," she laughed.

I rolled off the bed and walked quickly past her into the bathroom. I left the door open, sat and let go. Barb continued to clean up at the sink.

When she was finished she removed her blouse and bra, both of which had gotten wet. Barb often went around the house topless, so in itself this wasn't out of the ordinary.

I finished emptying my bowels and cleaned up. By now my erection had subsided to 'merely aroused'. That is it was still full but not pointing directly at my belly button.

When I came out Barb asked how I felt. "Better," I told her quite honestly.

She laughed. I noticed that she had left all the enema equipment on the counter. I headed back to bed, not bothering at the moment to put on my underwear.

She came over and checked my forehead. She concluded I was still a little feverish. She brought me two aspirins and then got in bed beside me.

She snuggled close, her breasts felt so warm against my bare chest. "Poor baby isn't feeling well," she baby-talked. Her left hand found my cock and she gripped it firmly.

Barb and I masturbated together exactly once in our relationship. She fingered herself to a climax and I pumped my cock until I shot my load. It was a curiosity thing, nothing more. We never manipulated each other, since we both much preferred to use our mouths instead. If Barb didn't feel like being penetrated she'd suck me off. If birth control happened to be a hassle, we'd eat each other to climax (I did her first.).

So when I felt her hand on my cock I thought she was just being playful. Without saying anything she began squeezing it. That's all, just squeezing. She kept at it, her head resting on my shoulder, her breasts pressing into my side, until I climaxed.

Barb was very familiar with my orgasms. I'd cum inside her cunt many times without a rubber (until she had her IUD removed) and she'd swallowed my jism every time she blew me. She'd seen me climax hard from in- tense foreplay and arousal but this orgasm she hadn't witnessed before.

My cock spurted volley after volley of semen. I lost count after eleven. It was the largest ejaculation I'd ever had. Barb was amazed with my cum. She laughed and her eyes sparkled. She discovered some- thing.

After a bit she got out of bed and brought me a warm wash cloth. I mopped up without comment.

She stayed with me a while longer hugging me and snuggling. But I was truly ill and wanted to sleep. She left for the night saying she would return the next day after work.

The following day I didn't have a fever and felt a lot better. Fortunately I had a job that had a decent sick leave policy so I didn't feel obligated to return to work. I rested all day and fantasized about the enema.

Barb arrived about five thirty with supplies to make soup. She took me back to bed where she checked me. I had left the enema equipment out where she had left it the night before. She said I didn't have a fever, which was true.

"How's your tummy?" she asked.

"The same as yesterday."

Barb put her hands on her hips. "Well young man, you need another enema." Her eyes practically glowed.

"Yes nurse Barb," I answered.

She laughed at that. "If all my patients had been like you, I would have stayed in nursing." Barb took off her blouse and bra before going over to the sink. I was in store for an enema from a topless nurse.

Barb prepared the enema and I got naked. She put more water in the bag this time, but still attached the rectal nozzle. I decided not to say anything in case the opportunity ever came up to see she douche. I sorta wondered how it was done exactly, since from what I could gather, douche water wasn't retained. I hadn't got to the point where I might give her an enema.

We did it the same as before. Barb inserted the nozzle and regulated the flow by raising and lowering the flow. She was a good judge of my progress. The extra water was desperately painful. I was cramping and wanted to go, but I didn't want the enema to end.

Barb pulled the rectal tip out of my ass. "Enema's finished." She laughed. "How about a blow job?"

Now? "Huh," I muttered.

Her eyes sparkled with glee. "I'll suck you off right now if you want me to, but you have to hold the enema while I do it."

I nodded. "Yes, suck my cock while I hold the enema."

Barb helped me onto my back. The flat enema bag rested next to me, the Vaseline coated tip against my thigh.

Her lips encased my cock and I moaned out in pure ecstasy.

She took some pity on me and massaged my belly as she blew me. It was one of her patented, draw out the climax, total arousal blow jobs, but the enema stimulus was too much for even her talents. I shot off quickly in spite of her pacing.

Once my cum triggered, Barb sucked all out. She wanted to take all that amazing quantity of cum down her throat. And she did.