I awoke the next morning just as Molly was returning from the bathroom. The sight of her naked body instantly brought last night into sharp focus. God, but she was beautiful as she came back to bed. I put an arm around her but when I touched her belly she winced.

"Are you okay?"

"Stomach ache," she mumbled. "I need to go but can't seem to."

"When was the last time you went?"

"Three days ago. I'd better take something. A laxative maybe."

Molly was constipated. "I doubt a laxative will help if it's been that long," I told her with concern.

She looked at me, obviously in discomfort, and asked, "What should I do?"

"I think you need to be really cleaned out. The best thing is an enema."

"Oh God!" Molly groaned. "I haven't had one of those since I was a little girl and I hated it." There was a long silence before she added, "Isn't there something else?"

I gently rubbed her back as she lay close to me. "Molly, you're really bound up and that's the best way to handle it."

"I've never done it myself. Mom always did it." It was almost a mumble when she finally said, "I don't know how or what I'd need to do."

"If you trust me, I'll take care of you. Do you have an enema kit or a douche bag?"

Molly was embarrassed but said she had a douche bag. After some coaxing she told me where her douche kit was. I told her to stay there and I'd call her when I was ready. Molly just nodded her head but didn't look at me when I got up. After rinsing everything I filled the bag with very warm water and added a good squirt of liquid soap. I spread some towels on the floor and got a jar of Vaseline.

"It's going to be okay," I soothed after kissing the back of her neck.

We were both still naked when I lead her to the bathroom. Molly was blushing but tried to handle what was going to be a very private event that a girl doesn't share with most men even if she's spent the night in bed with him. I gave her a nice hug, trying not to cause pressure on her sore belly, and then got her down on her hands and knees with her shoulders down.

"You've really got a lovely ass," I said with a chuckle. "Just relax while I put some Vaseline on you."

She didn't resist when I spread her cheeks but the instant I touched her little brown eye I felt her tense up. Slowly I rubbed Vaseline on her hole before increasing the pressure. Gradually she calmed down and with a twist I pushed in. Molly let out a muffled groan when my finger went all the way in and her toes curled.

"I've never felt that before," she mumbled. "A finger up there I mean."

For a minute or so, I worked the Vaseline into her canal by stroking her with my finger. At first she seemed to be very tense but soon relaxed.

"I'm going to put the nozzle in now so just relax and let me do the work."

With her hole well greased, the end of the nozzle entered without resistance. Molly made a little noise and her back arched as she felt it going in. When just the flared end was in I stopped.

"Okay?" I asked.

Molly just nodded her head but then said, "Don't put it in me too far." I could tell she was a little frightened. "God but this is so embarrassing to have you do this."

"You're going to feel warm when it starts. Try to relax, take deep breaths and just let it go in. The enema you're getting has some soap in it to help get everything out. Try to take as much as you can and then hold it as long as you can."

Molly nodded her head and I opened the clamp. I could tell when the first burst of warm soapy water entered her because she gasp loudly. "I feel it going in," she mumbled. "It feels really warm."

I had the bag set low to keep the flow down but she started squirming after a minute. Molly was impacted so her rectum and colon couldn't hold much before the pressure built up to an uncomfortable level. I rubbed her belly and had her taking deep breaths but she still couldn't take more than a quart. I clamped the hose, pulled the nozzle out and helped her onto the toilet. "Do you want me to stay with you," I asked.

Molly groaned again and shook her head. Having me give her an enema was embarrassing enough but watching her defecate was more than she could handle. I kissed her forehead and left her to expel in private. As the door closed, I heard a gasping "Ohhhhh" that was followed by a splash of water. A moment later, even with the door closed, I could hear the contents of her bowels being evacuated. It must have been fifteen minutes before she flushed the last time and came back to the bedroom and lay next to me.

"We'll have to do it a couple more times to get you really cleaned out," I said as I cuddled her next to me.

"I've never been so embarrassed in my life," she whispered. "You're such a sweetheart. It must have awful for you. Why would you do that for me?"

"You're important to me, Molly. How do you feel?"

"Better but I've still got the ache."

I kissed her again and said, "We'll have that fixed in no time."

Molly snuggled next to me as if being close gave some wonderful comfort. "Okay." she whispered, "Whenever you say so."

While she rested I added nearly hot water to the half empty bag. The combination was cool enough and diluted the soap mix. When it was ready I called Molly to the bathroom. The gentle sway of her breasts and beautiful body was enough to give me an erection, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by her. Molly smiled, then grinned as she got down on her hands and knees without being told.

After a little rubbing with Vaseline, my finger was once again buried in her lovely ass. She made several "Ohhhs" and "Ahhhs" while I greased her. This time there was no resistance and she almost seemed to be enjoying it.

"It feels kind of nice when you do that," she murmured when I pulled my finger out.

Just before I eased the nozzle in, I kissed one of her cheeks. Molly giggled, "Are you trying to start something back there?"

The clamp opened and the surge of warm water shot into her empty rectum. "Ohhhhh, it's so warm," she gasp, then added "It feels good."

With one hand rubbing her belly I started stroking and rotating the nozzle. Molly was experiencing what was obviously the first anal play with an enema she'd ever had. Her hips began rocking in time with the nozzle and she made little purring sounds. It took only a quick glance to see her slit glistening and the scent of a woman filled my nostrils. She took the first quart without any problem but then started cramping. I stopped the flow but continued rubbing her belly.

"Does that feel better?" I asked.

"Uh Huh. It feels good when you do that."

"You need to take the rest but you're doing fine. Only a little bit to go."

"I'll try but I feel full."

Try she did and with a lot of effort Molly finished the two quart enema. From what she said, it was the largest enema she'd ever had in her life. The clamp was set but I left the nozzle fully buried while I continued massaging her swollen belly.

"Oh God!" It was a sudden out burst. "I've got to go...can't hold it!"

It was a frantic rush to pull out the nozzle and get her to the toilet. Just as she started to sit, the first gush came spewing out. Molly was humiliated and started crying. I knelt in front of her and held her while she evacuated another burst that was punctuated by more solids.

"I'll stay with you if you'd like," I said.

"Noooo," she wailed, tears of embarrassment running down her face. Another burst as I closed the door.

Molly looked pale when she finally came out and nearly fell on the bed. I cradled her in my arms and held her close to me to quell the sniffling remains of her crying.

"I didn't want you to see that," she whimpered. After a while she added, "I feel empty. It's like there's nothing left in me. But I feel so strange." Finally, Molly rolled on her side and kissed me. "I hated it when Mom gave me an enema but the way you gave it to me was really nice. It felt good going in." She kissed me again. "It felt good coming out too. I won't be embarrassed any more."

"It helps when you're given an enema by someone who cares for you," I said and kissed her. Molly pressed her body against me and the kiss became a passionate interlude to wonders yet to come.

"I could tell," she whispered when we finally broke.

"You need one more to rinse out any soap that's left. Just stay here and I'll see if we can do it on the bed where you'll be more comfortable."

After some searching and with Molly's help, I got a camera tripod set up next to the bed. After rinsing the bag I refilled it with nearly hot water and added some baking soda to get her electrolytes back in order. Together we spread some towels on the bed and Molly lay down on her belly. For the next fifteen or so minutes I gave her the best back rub I could. Molly relaxed and purred like a kitten.

"That feels soooo good," she whispered. "I love the way you do it."

The massage slowly worked down her back until I was working on her nice buns. There was no resistance when I spread them to expose her crinkled brown eye that seemed to wink at me. Clearly, she knew what was next but stayed relaxed when I worked the lotion on and around her anus. When my finger slipped inside, she only made a murmuring sound, more like a sigh. I didn't rush spreading the lotion in her canal and noted that her pelvis started moving to meet my finger each time I pushed inside her body.

"That felt good," she sighed when I finally pulled my finger out.

I set the camera tripod so the flow would be very slow and gentle. With some help, Molly was on her side with her knees pulled up. "I'll make this special for you," I said and lifted her cheek. The douche nozzle went in easily and I opened the clamp.

"I can feel it going in. It's so warm," she murmured, then added after a pause, "It feels good too."

Slowly the warm water worked its way into her bowels while I rotated and stroked the nozzle. She didn't really say anything but made little sounds indicating she was now enjoying getting the enema. Molly had taken less than half the bag when I clamped the hose and rolled her onto her back and pulled her knees up so her feet were flat on the bed. I moved one of her hands under her butt and had her hold the nozzle.

"I want you to keep it in while I rub your tummy," I whispered.

Molly nodded her head. "I think you'll like this," I told her and pushed her legs apart so I could kneel between them. Then I began a slow circular massage on her belly with the low point just touching her pubic hair. Gradually, I worked higher until I was just brushing the base of her breasts. Then, with a gentle touch, my hands moved from the edge of her pubic hair, up her body, until with a circular motion my palms barely touched her nipples.

Her body jerked briefly and she gasp. I could see her clutching at the base of the nozzle when she let out a wailing. "Ahhhhhh!" I rolled her nipples between my fingers and felt them getting hard. Leaning down I kiss her heaving tits.

"Your nipples are getting hard," I whispered.

Molly started to thrust her chest up to me but fell back on the bed. "It's what you're doing to me!" she cried.

I kissed my way back down her chest and over her belly while she twisted back and forth. Rocking back on my heels, I opened the clamp to restart her enema. When the water again surged into her rectum Molly clenched her buttocks but I pushed her legs wide apart. Using the finger of both hands I spread her labia to expose the pink inner tissue of her slit.

For a second I inhaled her musky scent before licking the edges of her inner lips. My tongue drifted up around her clit, then down the other side to the opening of her pussy and back up the other side. Molly went wild and started bucking up and down, her hips twisting and thrusting as I continued savoring the lovely creature beneath me. Glancing down I saw her frantically pumping the nozzle in and out. A thin slick was forming around her vagina from her seeping juices. When I sucked her clit between my lips she let out a wild scream.

Between gasps for breath she cried, "Ohhhhhh Goddd! Ohhhhhhh....Ohhhhh!"

Delightful to devour as she was, I had to monitor the enema that was slowly filling her and saw she had taken well over half the bag. Just as I was about to resume my feast, I saw the tip of her clit peeking out of its sheath like a small shinny white marble. Sucking the sheath between my lips, I drummed that sensitive orb with my tongue. A stifled scream followed her every gasping breath and I knew she was getting close.

"Ahhhhh! Ohhhh God!" she loudly cried. "I'm...I'm going to cum!" With one hand still pumping the douche nozzle in and out, she dug the fingers of her other hand into the back of my neck. "Please," she wailed, "be inside me! Cum with me."

With a shudder, Molly fell back on the bed with a loud moan when her climax swept over her. There was still some water in the bag but I set the clamp and pulled the nozzle out. While she came down, I held her trembling body until she caught her breath. "Oh my God!" she finally said as she looked up at me.

Her belly felt tight from the enema she carried as I helped her to the toilet. "Are you okay?" I asked when she sat down.

"Stay with me," she said and wrapped her arms around me. Her body shuddered momentarily before she let out a wailing, "Ohhhhhhhhh!".

Molly gasp just before her sphincter opened and in a solid blast she evacuated nearly all of the enema. I flushed the toilet while she panted but an instant later, with a forceful torrent, she emptied her bowels. Finally she looked up at me with a half smile on her face.

"Mother never did it like that to me," she murmured. "Is it supposed to feel that good? Getting an enema?"

I helped her clean up before we got into the shower together. After a lot of rubbing our bodies together, Molly said she wanted to wash her hair so I got out, dried off and went back to the bedroom. Finally she came out with a towel wrapped around her and a smile on her face. God but she was beautiful and I sat on the edge of the bed wondering how I had been so lucky.

Standing in front of me, Molly slowly removed the towel. My eyes instantly went to her crotch that was now completely void of pubic hair. There was a hopeful note in her voice when she said, "I've never shaved there before but I've heard some men like it. I did it for you." Molly looked at me obviously seeking my approval. "I hope you like it."

I'd seen pictures before but I'd never actually seen a woman with her pubic hair shaved. What struck me was how high her slit ran above her crotch and how puffy her outer lips were. That, plus the gentle sway of her firm breasts, was an intoxicating sight. I could feel myself getting hard, a reaction that was not lost on Molly. Slowly, she knelt in front of me, her hands resting on my legs.

"I want to do this for you," she whispered. "I've only done it once before so I'm not very good but it's important to me. Please be patient with me."

It was a feather like touch when she moved my knees apart and took my shaft in her cool hand. One last glance up at me before she leaned forward and took me in her mouth. At first she just sucked me like a straw but then began moving her head back and forth as if she'd suddenly remembered how to give head. I could feel her tongue stroking me as she moved, the gently rasping of her teeth as I slid back and forth between her lips. It was a matter of instinct that I put my hands behind her head to guide the motion. Several times she tried to take me deep in her throat but gagged and pulled back. One thing was certain, Molly was trying to give me the best blow job she knew how.

"Molly!" I cried, "I'm going to cum!"

I tried to pull her back but she shook her head and said something like "No". An instant later I lost control and a burst of semen shot into her mouth. Molly jerked but tried to hold on and keep sucking just as another blast shot down her throat. Coughing and gaging, she pulled back and leaned against me. She coughed again and my load splattered on my legs. When she finally raised her face, a tear was running down her cheek.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled as a dribble of my cum ran down her chin. "I wanted to take it all but I couldn't."

Crying softly and humiliated at her seeming failure to please, Molly begged me to let her try again. I got her up on the bed and held her while she wiped her face on the sheet.

We lay together on the bed for a long time before anyone spoke. "I'll go to the store and get something for lunch," she said after kissing me. "My tummy ache is gone and I feel great. I never knew getting an enema would be so nice." She kissed me again before thanking me.

After she got dressed, Molly looked at me with a serious expression. "Please don't go," she said. "I'd like to spend the weekend with you." I had no intention of leaving and told her so.

Molly fixed a picnic lunch and we drove out into the country to a place where we would enjoy privacy. After eating we stretched out on a blanket under a tree. Laying on her back. I couldn't take my eyes off the gentle rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. The mere sight triggered a swelling in my trousers and I wanted to make loved with her again. I leaned down and kissed her, our lips barely touching. She looked up and smiled.

"I've never been kissed by anyone the way you kiss me," she whispered and wrapped her arms around me. Her lips parted, inviting my tongue, and she closed her eyes.

Our tongues lashed at each other as the intensity of the kiss rapidly mounted. Finally, I broke from her lips to kiss my way down her throat to the open part of her blouse. My hand cupped her breast, my thumb circling, the lightly pressing her nipple. Molly pressed her pelvis against me but kept open access to her breasts. Her breathing had become panting punctuated by murmuring moans.

"Take me home," she whispered. There was an urgency in her voice. "I want you so much, to feel you inside me again."