And then the moment of terror.
I had forgotten all about the full red enema bag hanging on one of the nails on the wall in the bathroom. It was right there and there was really no way for her to miss it. Do I get up and go to the door and say something about? Do I lay here and say nothing and see whether she ignores it or asks me about it? She knew, as I did, that she had described some of the enemas she had given while she was working at the nursing home. But she also knew she had told me and that I hadn't said anything about it. She was only gone about 2 minutes, but it seemed like much longer. Finally, I heard the toilet flush and I knew it was time to "face the music." But what would that music be?
I heard the door open and I waited to see her come around the corner. As she turned the corner, the first thing was that she had stripped out of her shorts and panties. I took that as a good sign. And then I could see that her right arm was pulled close to her body and her amazing breasts and there, hooked over her fingers, with her wrist cocked back, was her carrying the full enema bag and nozzle with a "Is this yours?" or "Did you forget something?" look. That's a view that I'll never forget.
"Somebody's been a naughty boy," she said.
I told her that I had forgetten all about that and that I was embarrassed that she had found that full bag. In retrospect, this could have turned out to be much worse. She could have asked my why there was a red rubber bag full of water hanging in the bathroom. She could have come back intot he main basement area, put on her clothes and left with either the impicit or explicit accusation of my perviness. But I was getting the surprise of my life.
"Do you want Nurse Kady to give you your enema?"
Suddenly, I knew I was going to survive this from an embarassment standpoint. I nodded my head and said "yes." She asked if there was someplace to hang the bag "out here," referring to the basement. I pointed to the hooks on the underside of the mantle over the fireplace. I knew they would hold the bag's weight with no problem. She had me move closer to the fireplace to have adequate hose slack and asked if I needed a towel or something under me. I told her I was okay.
"The water is a little cool, do you want me to warm it up?"
I indicated that it would be fine on this warm day (though I had cooled off from laying in the sun). She pointed out that I was using the fluted and curved douche nozzle. I told her that I knew and I liked the feeling of its curved form deeply inserted and the way it showered me internally. She asked about any lubrication and I told her that I usually just slide it in with the nozzle being wet. She had me spread my legs and placed herself between my legs for good access to my penis and anus. She took the Cowpen's leakage from the tip of my penis and lubicated the nozzle that way and slipped it inside me. From my position, I had the view of her on her knees between my legs and the red bag handing over her shoulder from the mantle. She didn't release the metal clamp right away once the nozzle was fully inserted. She was gently stroking my chest and abdomen and eventually down to my cock. I nearly came just from the touch and excitement of it all. "Just like a dirty old man," she said. "But you weren't giving your patients enemas while you were naked." I reminded her that I was hard even before the prospect of her giving me an enema.
She asked me if I was ready and told me to let her know if she needed to stop the flow. Since this was an open/close only metal clamp, there was no real control on how fast the liquid came down the tube. I guess she could have pinched the tube to slow the flow, but I didn't think of it at the time. With a "click" the water began to flow into me. It wasn't cold, but it was noticeably cooler than what I normally took. Laying on my back with my feet spread apart, the water quickly spread through my lower colon and travelled up across my abdomen. I didn't ask her to stop as the enema flowed into me and in relatively short order we heard the bag gurgle as the last of the enema drained out of the bag. She closed the clamp and gently rubbed my abdomen.
"Wow! You did really good. Most of my patients couldn't take a full bag without stopping." Here I was laying naked on the floor with this naked friend of mine who had just released two quarts of cool water into me. The conversation turned to my enema experience and how long that I'd been having enemas. I didn't talk about my mom giving me enemas, but did tell her that I had discovered this bag in the shower sometime around the time I turned 12 years old and had been taking them ever since. I told her that I really, really liked the way they felt inside me. Those times when she had talked about enemas when we were in high school, I told her that I really wanted to tell her how much I liked them and how much I wanted her to tell me more. The idea of her giving enemas made me hard when we were in school together and had me fantasize about her giving them to me. Now I was experiencing it. I told her that I did fantasize about the two of us in the shower together while she filled the bag and me.
She asked me how much I typically took, rather matter of factly and clinically. It seemed the eroticism of the moment was beginning to fade. I told her I usually took a total of two bags or more, explaining that I had a 16 ounce aluminum cup in the shower and that I knew the bag held four of those cups at a time. I explained that in the shower I normally left the nozzle inserted and continually filled the bag from the aluminum cup. "I can hold 10 of those metal cups or 5 quarts." At the time, I didn't really appreciate the volume implications as I only took and held that volume which I felt comfortable with on any given day. But it was mostly four quarts for me each day. All she said was "that's a lot."
She asked if I wanted her to fill me some more and I told her yes "but, make it warmer this time." I told her that it was easiest to fill the bag from one of the sinks in the utility room and she got up, pulled the nozzle out of me and carried the bag off to the other room. Watching her walk away carrying that empty bag and the anticipation of her returning with the full bag were very, very exciting. While she was gone, I turned myself so I would be facing the fireplace on my back and scooted to the edge of the rug. I heard her turn on the water to get the hot water the short distance from the hot water heater to the sink, and heard the gas burner light as she did. I could hear the water filling the bag and then the water turn off. I was looking to my right waiting for her to come around the corner again and when she did (once again), the overhead ceiling light once again gave an excellent outline of her newly sculpted body and her incredible breasts.
She hung the bag up once again and brought the nozzle down between my buttocks.
"Before I got distracted by your bag, I was going to ask you if you had any rubbers" (the term we used at the time to describe condoms). She told me she usually kept a couple in her bag with her "just in case" but that she didn't have any in the bag she was carrying with her that afternoon (they were in another bag that was at home). I told her that I thought I did, but they were buried somewhere in my closet of stuff that I had brought home from school. I told her that I could go dig them out. "Later," she told me. But she didn't want to end up like our pregnant friend who had just become a mother.
I was still holding the first two quarts quite easily as she slipped the nozzle back inside me. I told her not to open the clamp quite yet, as I wanted to suck on her for a bit. She lay beside me so I could kiss her and suck on her breasts after a little bit, I told her I wanted her to straddle my face which she very willingly did. Although I knew the scent of a very hot and wet vagina, I was an absolute newbie when it came to eating pussy. Fortunately, I had read enough of my mom's Cosmopolitan magazines at her apartment to have some sense of what to do and to try them out on Kady. What did surprise me was how smooth the folds were as I traced them with my tongue and the fact that it didn't taste at all like I imagined from the scent. She tastes maybe ever so slightly salty, but really quite neutral in flavor, kind of like the taste of oatmeal, without the texture.
From this position, with her slit and clit at my mouth, I could take in all the wetness she was producing, look up at those pendulous breasts, and reach up and gently squeeze and and twist her nipples. She was having these orgasms and would grind down on me as she came, reaching back to grasp and rub my cock. Fortunately, I could breathe through my nose.
Finally, I told her to turn around on my face so that she could take me in her mouth and that she could release the clamp whenever she was ready to do so. Now I was looking at the roundness of her buttocks as she positioned herself in the 69 position. She took me into her mouth while presented her vagina and clitoris to my mouth and tongue once again. I waited for her to release the clamp (she didn't right away), but when she did, I felt the surge of cool water in the hose and then the warm water in the bag. It was an interesting feeling when the warm water met the water that had come up to body temperature since it had been inside me. I was also aware of the liquid travelling further into my colon as I got progressively more full. Some of this was a blur, the first time I was being given an enema by someone other than my mother, having her sucking me and rubbing me. But that was interrupted by her cumming multiple times. Somewhere in there the bag emptied. I don't remember hearing the clamp close. But what I do remember was her stting up several times to grind down onto my face and lips as she came.
From this position, as wonderful as it was, there several things going on. First, with time, the liquid in my gut was being to churn and wanting to be let out. It wasn't urgent but I was aware of it. Second, as Kady came on my face and pressed down, it got much harder to breathe. I did have to push her up slightly a couple of times to let myself breathe, but to the extent I could let her cum with her weight on me, I tried to accomodate her. Finally, although I didn't rim her, my nose was conveniently placed so that there was some anal pressure when she sat on me (hence the difficulty breathing through either my mouth or nose). As a first time experience for me in that position, it wasn't unpleasant.
She told me how much she wanted me inside her. I wasn't going to last much longer either on the edge of cumming or the edge of releasing the enema. But we already knew that cumming inside her unprotected wasn't the option we were going to choose, as it wasn't a safe time of the month for her. I told her that I needed to release the enema and that we could decide what to do after that.