I always sleep like a baby after I come. I recalled waking a few times briefly and wrapping my arms around Sarah's warm naked body. I kissed her on the neck and ears, but mostly I slept and slept well. When I woke in the morning, Sarah was already up. I heard a loud gurgling and hiss from the Mr. Coffee finishing the brew cycle in the kitchen. My plan to serve Sarah coffee in bed was foiled, maybe next time.

"Don't get up, I'll bring the coffee in there"

I did get up, long enough to take a leak, and then climbed back into Sarah's warm bed. Sarah came in with a tray from the kitchen. There were no coffee cups on the tray, just a carafe, a bowl of ice cubes and her feminine hygiene syringe that I became infatuated with the month before. The sight of it made my cock stir. I had never heard of a coffee enema at this point in my life.

"Would you care for some coffee sir?" Sarah delivered the line with a straight face.

"Uh yeah" I wanted to play along but I couldn't take my eyes off the white syringe. The nozzle was longer and thinner than the black bat and had holes drilled into recesses in the sides.

"Are you going to fill me with coffee in my butt?"

"Yes dear. It's called a coffee enema. It's quite in vogue. I brought enough for us both. Get a towel from the linen closet and I'll begin the preparations."

I got the towel and Sarah dropped ice cubes into the carafe one by one and tested the temperature with her fingers as they melted.

"Perfect!"

Sarah ordered me into the butt high position on the towel and got the Vaseline from the dresser and lubed my anus. Next she plunged the nozzle into to carafe and sucked up a bulb of the dark brew, tipping it up to bleed off the air and refilling the remaining space with more coffee.

"See how it's done? You'll be doing me next, and I do not like air in my coffee or my colon."

Sarah slowly worked the syringe into my ass until the shield bottomed out, then slowly but firmly squeezed the bulb, completely collapsing it, then even rolling it slightly before she removed it. I felt a rush as the liquid filled my bowels. As a finishing touch, she took a now wet and well rounded ice cube from the bowl and poked it into my rectum.

"That's the stopper, Brad. Try to hold it a few minutes."

I stayed on the bed with my ass up in the air as Sarah playfully stroked my dick.

After about 10 minutes Sarah told me it was time to expel. I went to the bathroom and passed the coffee into the toilet.

Sarah was waiting on the bed for me when I returned with her butt poised high in the air and a big grin on her face. I had a feeling she might have done this before. I was beginning to feel a bit light headed from the caffeine, and my scalp began to tingle.

"Come on big boy, serve it up my ass!"

Sarah was acting a bit silly and I liked it. I lubed her slowly, teasing while I ran my finger in and out of her butt, then I started to work the tip of the syringe in and out in small increments. Finally, I forced the liquid inside her.

"Mmmmm That feels so good Brad."

I finished her off the way she did me, with an ice cube.

After we had dressed had some cereal for breakfast Sarah got serious.

"Brad, do you really love enemas as much as I do or are you just doing this so you can play with me naked?"

I wanted to say both, but I sensed the correct answer was "I'm really enjoying this!"

"Then I need to tell you something. I like men and women. In fact most of my relationships in the last ten years have been with women."

This blew me away. I'd heard about stuff like this, even seen people on Donahue who were bisexual, but I would have never expected to meet one here in Calgary Indiana. Jerry Falwell had spoken at a community college nearby just a few weeks back.

"Is that too weird for you?"

"No, uh, just not what I was expecting you to say."

"So then you want to continue being enema buddies knowing that I have girlfriends?"

"I'm OK with that."

I wasn't really taking the time to process all of this and just gave out the answers that I thought she wanted to hear. One thing was certain. I had a an erection.

Sarah kissed me on the mouth and gave me a hug. That's when she noticed my hard on.

"Oh my, it's getting late, but I can't send you back to your mom like that! Stay there, I'll be right back."

Sarah returned to the living room with a pair of her panties.

"Have you ever had a panty-job?"

"No, can't say that I have."

"Well drop those trousers and I'll show you what it's all about."

I slid my pants and underwear down and sat on the couch. Sarah got down on her knees and wrapped the silky material around my dick. She spit on the head and then lightly gripped it between her thumb and forefinger with the white satin material in between. Slowly she stroked, looking up to make eye contact with me several times.

I felt an ejaculation starting to build and the combination of sexual excitement and caffeine were making me light headed.,

"Brad, I want you to come for me"

"I want to see you shoot a big load for Sarah!"

Sarah stroked on, gradually building up steam. She had definitely paid close attention when she had me jerk off in front of her because she was doing it perfectly, and the silky panties were making it even better. Sarah stopped momentarily and removed her blouse and bra. It's OK Brad, you can stare at my tits all you want. Sarah began the panty-job over again, building speed.

"Are you getting ready?"

Sarah stopped again and touched each nipple to the head of my dick and rubbed little circles with pre cum.

The panty-job began again, this time even faster.

"It's OK to cum now. Show me a big load for my tits!"

I tilted my head back and let loose. The first shot hit Sarah in the face, then on her neck and breasts. Finally she slowed down and let the rest of my ejaculation soak into her panties before wiping herself off.

We both just sat and relaxed for a few minutes, then Sarah said

"Time to go. We need to talk some more about our relationship, but not right now."

I left Sarah's and walked home. Feeling both drained and wired at the same time.