Magdalena continued to devour me with kisses and pushed and pulled the enema tube in and out of my ass, even though the enema was over and the bag on the bed. For myself, Was rubbing her ass under her dress and gradually moving over to her inner thigh. As I moved over toward her crotch, it became immediately obvious how excited Magdalena was since her thong was soaking wet.
“Mister Jack,” said Magdalena quietly, “I am feeling love for you. I want you to be inside me, and make me very happy.” She nuzzled against my neck and her legs separated even more to receive my hands on her pussy.
“I want you too,” I answered, in a throaty reply. “But first, I have to get rid of the enema.”
“You do that, and come back to me so I can give you pleasure,” she responded with a smile. I rose quickly and headed for the bathroom, reaching the toilet just in time, as I dropped a huge load of turd and water. It took nearly 10 minutes for the water to stop dripping. I wiped up and returned to the bedroom, to find Magdalena in the bed, under the covers. Through my bleary, horny eyes, she looked simply beautiful. I went to the side of the bed and climbed in, feeling all of her nakedness as she cuddled up to me on her side.
“You are so beautiful,” I said looking into her eyes. “Why have I not seen that before?” I asked.
“Perhaps you just saw me as a housekeeper, until I gave you the enema. Have you ever had someone give you an enema before?”
I stayed quiet, deciding to discuss the Mattie situation until a later time.
“From your silence, I will say you have not. Not even from your mother as a child?”
“Of course she did,” I responded. “My mother believed an enema was the cure for everything, but let's speak of that later. Right now, I want to hug you, and explore you, then make love to you. I want you so much.”
“More even than an enema?”
“Yes, my love, so much more than anything else.” I kissed her on the forehead, moved my right arm behind her, and drew her even closer as my dick rose to its full erectness. Magdalena reached over and grasped it lightly.
“You must, my love, judging by the strength of your manhood. I want that inside me and know that you love me.”
Pushing me onto my back, Magdalena began to climb over me in the bed, pushing back the covers, then coming up on me. She lifted herself, then came back down, reaching to make sure my dick would enter her. God, she felt wonderful as she encircled my prick with her womanhood. Tight, yet easily moving due to a large amount of her fluids. She started to rise again slowly, then came back down, slamming into me.
I reached up and began to grasp her breasts, massaging them as I realized how large, yet firm they were in my hands. She had large, brown nipples, surrounded by large areolas. She had this great smile on her face as she began to feel the rising of an orgasm, moved faster, up and down on my dick, and muffled a scream as she came explosively at about the same time as I did. We both collapsed onto the bed and quickly fell asleep.
NOTE: Into Day Two
I awoke first and looked over at her sleeping quietly. As I started to rise from the bed, she awoke, looking over at me with a smile on her lips, and a sparkle in her eyes.
“Did you fall asleep as well?” she asked.
“I did, my love,” I answered, laying back down and drawing her close to me, her breasts on my chest. “Did you sleep well?” I added.
“That I did, my Mister Jack and my dreams were all about you.”
“Do you want to tell me about them?” I asked.
Magdalena reached over and kissed me, then answered, “I dreamed about giving you another enema and how you would enjoy that. Would you enjoy that?"
“Do you think I need another enema?” I wondered. “The last one you gave me cleaned me out pretty well.”
“I want to give you another enema because I love you,” she responded quietly. “My mother always said an enema was an expression of love and caring. I want to love and care for you.”
“Well,” I answered, reaching over to her and pulling her toward me, then saying, “If you want to give me another enema, I would love to have you do it.”
“Very well,” she said, with a twinkle in her eye, and placed a finger from her left hand on my nose, saying, “Otherwise, I might have to give you a spanking as well, for being a bad boy.”
As she said those words, my dick began to rise again, and it pushed against her leg. Magdalena drew in close to me, and said in a low voice, “Do I think you like enemas and spankings, little boy? Why don't we see, then.” Magdalena moved around me to the side of the bed and sat on the side. She motioned to have me come to her, then bent me over her lap.
“Sometimes, a spanking is good for little boys. Let us see, shall we?” As soon as she finished talking, her hand came down on my ass, then several more on each side, and my ass began to turn pink. She didn't huis hard enough to cause real pain; instead, the tingling aroused me even more. Eventually, she stopped and rubbed my ass softly.
“Do not ever cause me to hit harder, Mister Jack. That would not be good,” she added, then rolled me off her lap, and said, “Now, I will get you another enema.” She stood, and started walking g to the bathroom, leaving me in a great quandary; everything was going so fast. I hurt, but I loved everything she was doing. All of this before breakfast.
Magdalena went to the bathroom and turned on the water at the sink. I could hear the flop of the enema bag as she placed it on either the toilet cover or the wide vanity. Next, I smelled Ivory Soap. It was ready. Magdalena returned to the bedroom and announced, “Down on the bed, Mister Jack.” I moved quickly.
She placed the enema bag on the bed with a plop, then reached for the vaseline from the side table. it was enema time. What I had not anticipated is that she found my larger bag in the household closet and decided to use it. That bag could hold nearly 4qts. It was a closed bag, thus making the flopping noise when she brought it into the room to the bed.
“I made this hotter than before, and more soap,” she offered, “It will hurt some more, but you need that, don't you,” she added. I lay down on my right side and waited. When I was not looking, so her dropping it on the bed was my first opportunity to see what she planned. I gasped.
“Do not worry, my love,” she said, “I will help you get it all in and hold it. You need this and it is time to truly clean you out even more than before.”