It was 3:55 P. M. when I pulled into the driveway at the address which

Lolita had given me. I saw that Angie’s car was already there.

Lolita’s home was in a newer development of the Neptune Beach community,

but it was not so new that it was devoid of older vegetation. On the

contrary, Lolita’s house was beautifully nested amid banana and palm

trees, accented by other ornamental plants which were suited to our

region. The house itself was in a “Mediterranean villa” style, done in

light beige stucco, with a tile roof.

I rang the doorbell. Only a few seconds passed before Lolita opened the

door.

“Nick! Good to see you!” she beamed. “Come in!” She took my hand and led

me inward.

She once again wore the severe bun hairdo, but was clad in a pair of

purple short shorts and a white cotton blouse tied in a knot above her

midriff. She wore comfortable looking sandals on her feet. I was led to

a spaceous, casually but comfortably furnished living room.

Angie sat on a wing-back chair, a wine glass in her hand. She too wore

shorts and sandals, but she covered her torso with a snug-fitting black

tank-top.

“Hi, Nick!” She said.

“Howdy!” I answered.

A coffee table was decked out with a platter of snacks, mostly a variety

of cheeses, but there were some rolled up ham snacks, and some salami as

well.

“Find a seat, Nick.” Lolita said. “I found some of the same beer you had

with lunch Monday. Would you like that, or would you rather have some

wine?”

“The beer is fine.” I said, sitting on one end of a deep sofa. Lolita

disappeared into the kitchen.

I started by making small talk about the virtues of British and Irish

beers over the bland imitations which are a product of our American

breweries. Lolita came back and handed me a frosted glass and a chilled

bottle of Harp beer.

“There you go.” she said, and sat, sharing the couch with me.

We made small talk for a bit longer, but it was plain to see that there

was an electric tension among the three of us. I chose not to break that

tension, but to go with the flow and see where our talk took us. Angie

and I both partook of the snacks on the table, but Lolita abstained.

There was a lull in our conversation. Finally Angie said:

“So.... what’s on the program?”

“Well,” said Lolita, “I thought we’d start with me doing a demonstration

on one of you while the other one watches, then I’ll do the other, while

the first one watches.” That should be a good start.” She looked at me.

“Don’t you think so?”

I nodded in agreement.

“Well, let’s start by taking a tour of the ‘facilities.’” Lolita stood.

Angie and I followed suit, and we proceeded down a hallway past the open

door of a bathroom to a closed door. Lolita opened it and motioned for

us to enter. The room we were now in was furnished like a medical

examining room with one exception: The lighting was comfortably subdued.

In one corner was an examining table, and along one wall stood a counter

with cupboards above.

“I’ve been studying midwifery, with plans on getting into the business

when I retire from the Smith clinic. This is in preparation for that.”

That remark by Lolita allayed my curiosity about an examining room in a

private home.

“We’ll be doing some of our classes here. Now come to the bedroom so you

can see where we’ll also have some fun.” Lolita beckoned us back towards

the other end of the hallway.

The bedroom was spacious and tastefully decorated in a

faux-Spanish-colonial style. Against one wall there stood a dresser with

mirror, along another, beneath a window, sat a large chest which had a

cushion atop it. In the two corners, on either side of the chest, stood

two identical-looking wardrobes. She opened one to reveal a 30-inch TV

with a VCR, then she opened the other to reveal a cavity filled with

various sex toys and leather paraphanelia. The bed had to have been

custom built, because it was larger than a king-size; a full seven feet

square. It had a canopy above it which was mirrored. Along the fourth

wall was a large closet and a door which led to the master bath, which

was appointed with an oversized Jacuzzi bathtub, a separate shower

stall, lavatory sink, toilet, and something I hadn’t seen in a while: a

bidet.

“Very nice!” I remarked.

“The terms of my divorce were very generous.” Lolita said. “Besides, my

‘ex’ can well afford this.”

She walked back out into the hallway. “Shall we start?”

We proceeded back down the hall to the ‘examining room’.

“Who wants to be first?” Lolita asked.

Angie and I looked at one another. She was visibly nervous. Lolita said:

“Nick?”

“O. K.” I answered. Angie looked relieved.

“Fine. You can undress while Angie and I get the equipment out. Get up

on the table when you’re ready.”

As I stripped, Lolita and Angie busied themselves getting the things we

needed. They set up a tray with a pan of hot water, in which a tube of

K-Y jelly floated, and some latex gloves. They also filled a standard

two-quart bag with plain warm water. The nozzle was a standard rectal

nozzle. The air was bled from the hose and the bag was hung on a stand

at about five and a half feet from the floor.

Having taken all my clothes off, I sat on the exam table. They were

ready.

“This first enema will be plain water. I don’t want to irritate your

insides. We have a nice weekend ahead of us.” Lolita remarked. “Are you

ready?”

I nodded.

“Good.” She continued: “I want you to lie down on your left side...

good...now bend your left knee slightly....good...now bring your right

knee up toward your chest.” I complied. Anticipation about what was

about to happen caused a stirring in my loins.

Lolita turned to Angie. “I know you’re familiar with this position. It’s

the standard medical position for an enema.”

“Uhuh...” said Angie, “I remember.

“It’s important for the patient to be at least somewhat relaxed.” Said

Lolita, as she placed her warm hand gently on my right hip, which she

stroked slowly. My member started to stiffen.

Lolita reached for a glove. “Gloves are optional, once you get to know

the patient, but I recommend using them on the first of a series of

enemas, as things can get a bit messy.” She chuckled softly, donning the

glove on her right hand. She repeated on her left.

She patted my bottom again. “How are you doing?”

“Fine.” I replied, omitting any remarks about my growing erection.

“O. K.” said Lolita. “The next step is to thoroughly lubricate the

patient’s rectum.” I like to warm the lubricant so as not to shock the

patint with cold K-Y. But once you start playing games, cool K-Y can be

stimulating.

She reached for the tube which floated in the pan and dispensed a

generous amount on her right middle finger. Then with her left hand, she

pulled up on my right ass cheek, exposing my anus. The temperature of

the K-Y was close to my body temperature, as I barely felt her touch me

with it, but as she continued, rubbing around my anal opening, my loins

were further stimulated, I pushed back towards her finger.

“Aahh! I see you’re ready...” She chuckled softly. “Bear down for

me...There!” She had easily entered me. I could feel her second knuckle

right at the sphincter, and she started slowly moving her finger in and

out, with a twisting motion.

“Men find this part particularly pleasurable.” she remarked to Angie,

then to me: “How you doing?”

“MMMMmmmm!” was all I could reply.

To Angie: “You need to point your finger towards the patient’s navel as

you go in. See?” She continued her rubbing motion. Then she found my

prostate and began massaging it. “You’ll find the prostate near the end

of your finger; towards the penis...You can massage it by making a

beckoning motion with your finger....” Then she slowly pulled her finger

out. My rectum ached for more, and I presented for her, but she said:

“But you don’t want to do that too much, or we’ll have an ‘accident’.”

Then to me: “And we don’t want that to happen too soon, do we?” She

laughed softly. Angie tittered also.

I just lay there, panting softly.

Lolita stripped her right glove off and donned another one. She squeezed

a bead of K-Y onto a paper towel on the tray, then took the enema nozzle

and twirled it back and forth thereon, thoroughly coating the nozzle.

“Now here comes the ‘real thing’, Nick. You ready?” Lolita queried.

“Uhuh.” I answered.

“O. K.” she said.

I felt the nozzle easily slip past my relaxed sphincter and into my

rectum. Lolita moved it in and out a couple of times.

“Did you see how I aimed for his navel?” she asked Angie.

“I saw. It looks easy!” she replied.

“Now we start the water...slowly.” I heard Lolita open the snap control

on the hose.

A few seconds later, I felt the warm water beginning to flow into me.

The feeling was glorious! Then Lolita started stroking my backside and

my back, gently at first, and then kneading my muscles, massaging

vigorously.

“How we doing?” she asked me.

“MMmmmmm...” was my reply.

“You let me know when you feel discomfort, O.K.?”

“MMmmm...” I could almost have fallen asleep, but for that certain

urgency which was beginning to take shape in my gut. There were no

cramps, but I was beginning to feel full.

“I’m starting to get full.” I said.

“I should hope so! The bag is getting near empty.” With that, Lolita

began massaging my belly, in an effort to move the water up into deeper

areas.

Her hand brushed my erection, stopped then went back and stroked it.

“What have we here, hmmm?” she queried, with a slyly curious tone.

I didn’t answer. I was in another world.

“Mr. Nick here is enjoying a bonus with his enema!” She pushed down on

my knee to expose my erection, so that Angie could see it.

“Oh, my God!” Angie said, and giggled.

Lolita lightly stroked my hardness with her hand. I was in seventh

heaven as her titillations excited me further. I approached that

critical moment.

“Smack!” Lolita swatted me once on my behind. The pressure in my loins

dropped, but only a little.

“O.K.! That’s it! The enema bag is done.” And she laughed softly. Angie

tittered.

“Poor baby!” she said.

“Now we retain the water for a while. At least ten minutes.” Said

Lolita, and proceeded to engage in inane conversation about the weather.

That was sheer torture.

Time passed painfully slowly. Finally, Lolita smacked me again, and

gently pulled the nozzle from my rectum.

“O.K. You may go expel the water.”

I left the ‘exam room’ and went next door to the bathroom. I was there a

few minutes, getting rid of the water. My erection subsided during that

period. Finally done, I went back to where the ladies were.

Walking in, I saw that Angie had taken my place on the table. Lolita was

filling a fresh bag, identical to the one which had filled me. I was

stricken by Angie’s fresh beauty. She showed nice muscle tone, and her

body was well proportioned to her frame. That combined with flawless

“peaches ‘n’ cream” skin made for a beautiful picture of a wholesome

“girl next door”. The sight of her brought on a stirring in my loins.

Lolita asked me: “You O.K.?”

“I’m fine.”

Lolita asked Angie: “How about you?”

“I think so.”

Lolita stopped what she was doing, and went to Angie and placed her hand

gently on her shoulder.

“Baby, you said you enjoyed this in the hospital. That was only the

beginning.” She continued: “You’re here now because you want to learn

more about it. I guarantee that nothing bad is going to happen. Do you

believe me?”

Angie looked toward me. I tried giving her a soft look and a warm wink.

“Um... I guess so.”

“All right. So it’s all right to go ahead?”

“Yes. Go ahead.”

“All right.” Said Lolita. “We’re about ready.”

She took the full enema bag and hung it on the stand. Then she once

again donned gloves.

“You remember what I did with Nick first?” She asked.

“You lubricated his ass...er...I mean...rectum?”

Lolita and I both laughed.

I said: “Ass is fine if that’s what you feel comfortable with.”

“Yes,” Lolita said, “I lubricated his ass with warm jelly.” she added:

“That’s what I’m going to do for you now.”

With that, she dispensed some K-Y on her finger and proceeded to rub the

rosebud that was Angie’s tight little rectum.

“Relax, baby...” Lolita said, “Remember how nice it was at the hospital?”

“Uhuh...”

“This is going to be nicer.” Lolita continued: “O.K. now...just pant

like a puppy dog for me.”

Angie started panting, and our nurse/instructor was immediately able to

insert her well lubricated finger. Angie gave a quick gasp, then sighed.

Lolita began moving her finger in and out, with a twisting motion. Angie

involuntarily responded, moving and breathing rhythmically with the

invading finger. I could see her labia start to glisten as she began to

secrete vaginal fluid.

Lolita stopped, and gently extracted her finger. “There...that was nice,

now, wasn’t it?” She removed her glove and donned another. “O.K.,

baby... now we’re going to put the nozzle in.” She lubricated the nozzle

as she had done for mine, and said to me: “Come watch how I aim the

nozzle.” I approached the exam table. Lolita reached down to Angie’s

belly and searched for her navel. “See, I’ve located her navel with one

hand. Now I have a physical point of reference for proper aim.”

Our nurse slowly inserted the nozzle, twisting it gently. Angie arched

her lower back to receive it with a quiet sigh.

“That was easy!” Lolita said. “Now you see why it’s important to get the

sphincter to relax, no?”

“I see.” was my reply.

“You ready for the water now, baby?” Lolita asked Angie.

“I guess so...”

“O.K. Here it comes.” Lolita reached over and unsnapped the hose clamp.

To me: “Notice that for comfort, the bag is only about a foot and a half

above her rectum. You can control the rate of flow by raising or

lowering the bag.”

“That makes sense.” I remarked, noticing that the bag had gotten a bit

slimmer.

“You doing O.K., baby?” Lolita asked.

“Um yes. O.K. so far.”

Lolita gently stroked Angie’s bottom with one hand, as she held the

nozzle in place with the other.

Minutes passed quietly. Then Angie gave a small gasp. “Hurts!”

Lolita stopped the flow, then reached over to massage Angie’s belly.

“It’s OK, baby. The pain will go away in a minute.”

As Lolita massaged, I saw the distressed look on Angie’s face begin to

fade. I walked to where her head was and reached for her head and gently

stroked her hair. Angie smiled, her eyes closed.

“S’O.K....” she said, “I’m all better now.”

Lolita started the water again. There wasn’t much left. I continued my

gentle strokes on Angie’s head.

“MMmmm” was Angie’s reaction.

Soon the bag was empty.

“O.K.... the water’s all gone.” Lolita said, and gently pulled the

nozzle out. “Now we hold it for a few minutes. Can you hold it, baby?”

“I think so.”

We made small talk, and planned to go out for dinner. Angie lay there,

eyes still closed, and I still stroked her head.

“What’s this?” Angie said.

I had forgotten that I was still naked, and I stood with my semi-erect

penis only a few inches from Angie’s face. We all laughed.