Sunlight was creeping into the room when I woke up. Molly was snuggled next to me, her head resting on my chest, and for several minutes I lay there just enjoying the soft warmth of her her body. One of her nipples was pressing against me and when she stirred I could feel it starting to get hard.

"Your nipples are getting hard," I teased.

"Hmmmmm," she purred and gave me a little squeeze. "It's your fault.I was dreaming about you," she added with a giggle.

I got a hot wash cloth and towel from the bathroom and started to clean her. The dried semen and her juices had formed a white glaze on her belly, between her legs and on her buttocks. A large stain was on the sheet beneath her. There was no way I could avoid paying extra attention to her swollen labia and clit after cleaning her legs.

"What are you trying to do to me?" she sighed, her breath starting to get ragged. "I'll just make another mess."

"Get on your knees so I can clean your lovely ass," I laughed.

Molly got on her wide spread knees near the edge of the bed. The sight of her puckered little brown eye and her partially open vagina had an immediate affect on me as I finished cleaning her up. She moaned softly when I bent down and kissed her butt cheeks but I wasn't finished. Holding her cheeks apart, I poked at her quivering anus with my tongue. Her body stiffened and she gasp. Barely touching her, I tongued my way down to flick around her inner lips before covering her vaginal opening with my mouth.

"Ohhh God!" she wailed while I devoured her.

It was only a matter of seconds before I could taste her juices. I was in need of release and my raging erection had become nearly painful. With a single thrust, I rammed in hard and held her fully impaled. Molly let out a shriek, her feet kicked and she pounded at the bed with her hands. Almost immediately she started bucking back at me. I knew this wasn't going to last long as I furiously pounded as hard as I could into her twisting body. She was jerking around so much I grabbed her hips to hold her in position. Pulling back for an instant, I thrust in one last time ramming hard against the back of her vagina. Molly's body shuddered briefly and she started to go limp. I pulled her hips against me, holding her up, while I unloaded a torrent of sperm laden semen against her cervix.

I knew she felt it going in, the spurts coming in rapid pulses. Her head flew back and she screamed. Each hand clutched a fist full of the bed sheets and I could feel her thighs quivering as they squeezed at me. Molly was reduced to whimpering moans when I finally pulled out and eased her down on the bed. For several minutes the only sound was our heavy breathing. With a long sigh of contentment, Molly rolled over on her back and looked up at me.

"That's what I was dreaming about," she said with a smile, "but I like the real thing much better." I leaned down and suckled one of her rock hard nipples. "That too," she whispered and swung a leg over me.

After showering together we spent most of the day on the deck, snuggled on the big lounge. Before we knew it the sun was starting down. I knew Molly wanted me to give another enema and I had a big surprise waiting for her. With the help of the catheter, she was going to take all three quarts from the new bag. It would be the deepest enema she'd ever had.

"I've got someting for you," I said.

"I hope you're part of it," she replied with a giggle, got up and took my hand.

After some fondling, I got her on her knees and inserted the catheter. "Ohhh, it feels so big," she groaned when I pumped the balloon to maximum inflation."

"It has to be fully inflated. This time you're going to take it all," I told her, pointing to the bulging bag. "I'll help you."

She looked a bit frightened at the thought but finally said she'd try. The clamp made a loud snap and Molly jumped slightly when the warm water surged into her nearly empty bowels. She'd learned the technique well and started deep breathing while flexing her tummy muscles.

"It feels so good going in me," she murmured. "Warm and nice."

Molly had taken just over a quart when, as usual, she wanted to lay down so I could hold her. I'd administered enough enemas to her that I could tell by the "Ohhh's" and "Ahhh's" when she was cramping or starting to feel full. The first cramp started just as the second quart had gone in. Her belly already felt hard when I started massaging her. The cramp eased and I opened the clamp again but soon she was feeling full and I stopped the flow again.

Molly was now on her back with her legs drawn up to ease the tension. I encouraged her with soft words of love while my hands worked over her belly in gentle circles. The circles got bigger until I'd cup her heaving breasts, tweak and kiss her rock hard nipples before heading down. First paying particular attention to her clit, I'd run my fingers down her slit and lightly probe her love canal. The clamp opened and with great effort from her, the third quart was finally in. I set the clamps and disconnected the catheter. Molly was groaning and I knew the large enema was getting very painful.

If she really believed an enema opened her cervix then this time she'd be opened wide to receive the sperm I was about to inject. When I eased down between her legs Molly brought her knees up and wrapped her arms around me. She understood what was about to happen and fought back the growing pain of a three quart enema trapped in her bowels.

"Hurry," she gasp, "I can't stand it much longer."

The enema she carried had swollen her rectum pushing it against her vagina making it so tight it was difficult to penetrate her. Forcing in made her groan and she struggled to deal with the added pressure. I think the enema was also pushing her cervix down. When I started thrusting Molly's whole body jerked and twisted beneath me, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Each thrust made her groan and cry out as I battered the sensitive entrance to her uterus. I knew I was hurting the woman I loved when I pushed in hard one last time before I erupted.

Molly's scream echoed throughout the cabin. "Ahhhhh...Oh God!...It hurts!" Her finger nails dug into my back as she held me in a near death grip, her body rigid, while her orgasm swept over her like an crashing ocean wave.

When she finally came down I had to lift her up and carry her to the bathroom. Her belly was grotesquely bloated from the large enema she carried. After the catheter was removed I had to hold her upright. For a minute or so she couldn't expel any of the enema and sat wobbling back and forth with tears running down her cheeks. I heard a loud gurgle from inside her swollen belly just before she released the first trickle of water. A moment later a long discharge splattered into the toilet. Until she was finally empty, Molly would expel a long burst and then nothing would happen for a while.

"It seemed to burn when it went in this time," she whispered. "I know it went all the way into my womb. I can still feel it inside me...so full. Like the bloated feeling before my period starts."

I held her quivering body next to me until she calmed down but couldn't help wondering if she could actually feel the semen shooting into her uterus. True or not, she believed it as she believed a hot enema opened her cervix. We held each other until sleep carried us away.

Sunday morning brought a sadness. Both of us knowing it would be our last hours together before I had to return to Chicago. We showered together and ate a light breakfast on the deck. Molly's belly was still a little sore after taking a three quart enema and holding it plus the battering I'd given her. In spite of what she may have wanted, another enema was out of the question.

"Love me again before we have to part," she murmured.

With love in her eyes, Molly doffed her robe and untied mine. For several minutes I held her, relishing the soft warmth of her body before gently cupping her breasts in my hands. On my palms I could feel her nipples getting hard, begging to be sucked.

"Oh God that feels so good," she moaned and held my head against her heaving chest.

Molly whimpered and cried while I devoured her clit and probed her vaginal opening with my tongue. The musky scent of her juices filled my nostrils. I knew she was nearing an orgasm when she pulled my head from between her legs.

"Don't make me cum yet," she gasp and rolled on top of me.

She kissed me briefly before sliding down to take my throbbing shaft in her mouth. I felt her tongue stroking me and the rasping of her teeth while her head moved up and down.

"Molly!" I yelled. "You're going to make me cum!"

She released me long enough to say, "Don't cum yet. Not until you're inside me."

There was a frantic scramble for position. Molly put two pillows under her hips to raise her pelvis and pulled my on top of her. I wasn't going to be able to hold back and with a solid thrust I drove full length into her just as I erupted. Molly's knees were pulled back even with her head when she felt the first shot of heat. Her arms locked around me and her hips thrust up to greatfully accept the sperm that was gushing into her body.

"Stay inside me," she pleaded. "Help me keep it inside." Her voice was ragged as she caught her breath. "You feel so good inside me. I wish I could keep you there forever."

Time had run out and I had to leave. Molly would straighten up the cabin after I left. She was softly crying and tears were on her cheeks when I finally stopped hugging her.

"Don't cry, Molly. I'll be back Wednesday evening," I whispered.

"I know but I miss you so much when you're gone."

Before getting into my car I looked back at the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. The image of her standing by the door stayed in my mind all the way to Chicago and until I returned Wednesday evening. Never out of my mind was whether I'd left her pregnant.

As soon as I dropped my bag on the floor I phoned her apartment. The recorded message that the number I'd dialed was no longer in service set me back. I dialed again but got the same message. Puzzled, I went to her apartment but it was dark. Something was terribly wrong.

The next morning I called Personnel saying I wanted to personally thank a number of employees who had a major role in their company's re-organization. The response left me paralyzed. Molly had resigned three weeks ago, agreeing to stay on until last week. The file indicated she had accepted a position with another company and would take some time off before going to work. Her new employer was not listed nor was there any forwarding contact information. She had planned it well. I would spend the next days in debriefing conferences with senior management and the board of directors, then leave for good on Sunday.

When I finally got back to my apartment on Saturday evening I found a letter from Molly in my mailbox. "My darling, Please forgive me for leaving this way but I had to. In our time together I have learned the true meaning of love and what it is to be loved, wanted and needed. No woman could ask for more than to love a man and be loved in return as I am with you. Please do not try to find me. I love you so much I could not bare saying goodbye again. Since we cannot be together as we want, I pray you have given me the greatest gift possible. I cannot ever love another man and in my heart you will always be my husband. The belief that in your heart I will always be your wife keeps me warm and content. Be safe and know always how much I love you. Forever yours, Molly." Torn between finding the woman I loved and honoring her wish, I cried myself to sleep in my bed that was now so empty.

A month later I received an envelope sent through a mail service. It was a Thank You card with no message and only signed with the initial "M". Molly was pregnant but I would never see our child.

What had started as dangerous interracial sex had become the one love of our lives. I never thought of her nor saw her as just a black girl but as beautiful and loving woman who just happened to be black. There is a difference. Fearful at first, Molly seemed to discover new venues of sexual pleasure and took great pleasure in having me give her an enema. I was never truly convinced an enema opened her cervix or allowed her to feel my semen going into her uterus. Regardless, she believed it and the effect on her was astounding.

Forty years have passed but the image of Molly standing on the deck of the cabin when I last saw her is as bright as when I drove away. She was the only wife I've ever had and I believe I was her only husband even if our marriage was only one of the heart. Now I think of her more often than before, wondering if she is well and of our child. Perhaps my greatest regret is that we couldn't have grown old together.