A cold breezy drizzling fog engulfed the entire peninsula as we checked in to the Monterrey Motor Inn. Ann was thrilled with the upscale penthouse suite and ran and flopped on the Cal-King 4-poster bed as she slung the bag from our “drug store getaway” out in front of her. I hung up a couple of shirts, laid out my toiletries in the bathroom and then took off my shoes, shirt and trousers in an effort to get comfortable. I took out a bottle of Riesling from the refrigerator and poured a 12 ounce wine glass full. Ann marveled at me and gave me a questioning look. I explained that I would be charged at checkout and she nodded with an eye-brow raised smile. I took a long pull and then set the glass down and looked approvingly at my new…really…could I admit it: girlfriend; yes I was beginning to actually like this woman.

I got both the massage oil and the tube of lube out and set them on the nightstand. Then I crawled up and over Ann and covered her with my entire body. Then I began kissing the back of her neck as she began to softly coo. Like most men, I find the audibles of a women’s passion to be as much or more of a turn-on than the visuals of her body and I was infatuated by Ann’s audible passions. She was still fully clothed, but was in such a heightened state of arousal that I thought I might be able to give her a little “appetizer” orgasm. However, I realized that if I didn’t get this show on the road, so-to-speak, I was going to cum all over the only pair of pants Ann had for this trip. Apparently her Aunt had left her the dirty clothes bag and took the one she needed which, by the way, probably contained Ann’s personal enema equipment. Now that I think about it, the old bitch probably did it out of spite.

I whispered in her ear “Let’s open up our new toys my sweet” “ooh…eehhh… uh…huh” she groaned and I rolled off of her and she got up on her knees to shake out the contents of the shopping bag. As she stared at and then fumbled with the two packages, I whispered in her ear “It’s time Ann” and her deep crimson blush returned as she looked up at me like a women going to her erotic destiny. I needed to assume a loving command of the coming event and I was working more on desire and my own passion than from any real experience. I took her by the hand and led her to the other side of the bed closest to the bathroom and helped her set back down on the bed next to me. She moved her hips tightly against mine and laid her head on my shoulder with one hand on my leg. I handed her the Faultless and said “I want you to unwrap it and assemble it” she let out an erotic sigh and began to comply. When she was completed, she had attached the enema tube to the hose. Then I took her cheek in my hand and brushed my lips to hers and said “No Ann, attach the douche nozzle.” She gave me a demurred smile as she squirmed a little and complied with my request. Then I rose and discarded my boxer-briefs and brought Ann back to her feet and said “Now it’s my turn to watch you get undressed” as I lay back down on my side. Ann stood there momentarily seeming confused before looking down at me as though I was the only man in the world. She kicked off her shoes and then began to sexily wriggle out of her pants and then she dropped her panties revealing her gorgeous ass that I so wanted. After quickly removing her top and bra, she grinned at me and then turned with her ass facing me and slowly spread her legs far apart and bent over to the point that she smiled at me upside down looking between her legs. Ann’s pussy juice had also slicked her asshole, which was just barely visible between her great big butt cheeks. I gushed “Oh you are just drop-dead gorgeous Ann” and I meant that because at that moment that is exactly how I felt. I rose up and took her in my arms with my front facing her back and my hard cock cradled in her warm butt-crack like some animalistic marsupial diving in to find its mother’s pouch. I hugged her, kissed her neck and nuzzled her as I petted and played my hands about both breasts, her nipples erect and hard. After a time I whispered “are you ready sweetheart” and her magnified passion was evident by her immediate response “ah ya…ah ya…baby…I want…oh God, baby, give it to me!”

I said “Lay back and relax sweetheart and I’ll be back with your enema” I could hardly believe I actually spoke those words as I took the Faultless and grabbed my wine on the way into the bathroom. I unscrewed the top and opened the spigot on the bathtub looking to get warm water as I sipped my wine, when on a lark; I poured the rest of the 1/2 full glass into the enema bag. I emerged from the bathroom carrying a bulging bag and hose to find a most amazing site. I’m telling you, after reading erotic stories and watching my share of porn, when it comes to reality you just can’t make this shit up! Instead of finding her on the bed like I expected, Ann was squatting bent over with her finger up her ass, her mouth agape and eyes un-concentrated. As I came closer, she looked up at me and breathed “I’m getting myself ready for you”. “Stay just like that baby” I softly said, as I lay the apparatus on the bed. I gently came to her and slipped a hand down to meet the one that she had jammed between those magnificent ass cheeks. She grunted to maintain her squat and I gently fingered her fingers and helped her probe her own ass. Finally, I breathed “I think you’re lubricated” and she grunted “ah ...ya”. I led her back into the bathroom and washed my hands, and then I washed her hands. I hugged and kissed her and led her back to the bed, grabbing two of my coat hangers on the way.

I whispered “Lay down on your tummy right here, sweetheart” and I patted the area where I wanted her. I bent one coat hanger and slipped it long ways over a post. Then I slipped the hook end of the other one through the eye of the Faultless. This hanging arrangement was a little more than a foot above the highest part of Ann’s beautiful ass, but about 16 inches above her asshole. I got between Ann’s legs, kneeling like the night before, and began to apply pressure to the inside of her thighs. When I had her where I wanted her, I leaned over and whispered in her ear “I want this to be a sensuous experience for you, honey. Do you think that you can just let yourself enjoy it?” “Ahh…uhh, eh…ah ya” she breathlessly stumbled with a guttural groan. With that, I pulled the hose and pressed the tube to Ann’s awaiting ass. As soon as I touched her semi-open anus, she made an erotic moan. I aimed for her belly button and slipped it in about an inch. Every sense that I had told me that Ann was in a state of bliss, so I followed through with the insertion, angling back following the natural curve of her rectum. I opened the clamp and Ann moaned “oh...oh…ahh that feels so good baby”. I closed the clamp and leaned up, bracing with both arms, my cock probing her ass cheeks just inside of the enema hose and whispered “I want you to feel my love flowing into you Ann. I want you to imagine that it is my love flowing up your gorgeous ass. Can you do that for me sweetheart?” “Ah ya…ah ya…ah….” Her groan faded as though she was going to pass out, but I was beginning to understand that authentic unbridled full-bodied passion can have that effect.

I slid my hand under her, so that my index finger could penetrate her sopping wet pussy and curl into her g-spot. This caused her to utter continuous audibles, as I opened the clamp again. Ann’s big clit had alternated soft to firm but now grew hard like a very miniature penis. I rose up and braced with my left arm as I fingered Ann’s G-spot with my right hand, palming her big clit as I rocked my hand. I whispered encouraging breaths in her ear “That’s it sweetheart, take my love deep. Take it all in baby.” Ann responded again and again by moaning such audibles as “ah … I want to take all for you baby” or sometimes just a simple command “uhh give it to me!” as Ann flexed and clenched her ass cheeks forcing ‘my love’ up deep inside her.

All through this first 5 minutes or so, Ann was continually building to orgasm, but when she reached the level of audibles that I heard the night before, she kept on building and building. Perhaps 12 minutes into the enema with only about 10% left, I was awestruck as her orgasm exploded. I begin to hear her utter “ahh oh eh ah I love you!” Then she cried out in a loud grunt that startled me: “Gahhh…gggaaah…ooh...ah...wwww….ddd….aahhh….gggggaaaahhhh…..AHHHH AAAAHHHH.” When her spasms began to subside, Ann was a mess of breathless perspiration so I closed the clamp not wanting to put her through any more than she needed. I helped her into the SIMS position hoping to help to make it easier to hold the enema that was raging in her bowels. It took her at least 5 minutes to regain her ability to speak actual communicable English, when she groaned “Oh God, Jim, I really have to go…BAD!”

I vaulted up, grabbed the enema bag, helped her off the bed, then I led her into the bathroom and I slipped the nozzle out of her as she let out a little moan and I helped her sit down. There was a sudden gush that faltered and stopped momentarily and Ann groaned. She clutched at her lower abdomen and then groaned a loud “ehhh—uhh!” as her constipated bowels began to slowly empty. I stayed, cleaned up the Faultless and refilled it with hot water and took it out and re-hung on the bed post. I returned with a chair and I flushed the toilet, pulled off a wad of toilet paper and I reached down and commanded Ann to “Stand up and turn around” and as she did so I held her ass with the wad so she wouldn’t drip and I seated her backwards and told her to lean back against my chest. She released again as I gently massaged her stomach and sides. She finally passed all of the hard mass and in the final 20 minutes of her ordeal she found relief, but Ann was nearly exhausted and needed some rest before I gave her the second enema. I took her into the shower and cleaned her up and then I stuck my finger up her ass and told her to bear down and try and get it all out. She gave several good grunts and a final cup of mud splashed out as she gave a sigh of instant relief. I reached for the anti-bacterial soap and got my hands really good and then I finished washing Ann, dried her off and led her back to bed. She looked warily at the full bag on the post, but I had her just snuggle up to me as I whispered “I want you to rest for a while before I give you that one sweetheart, besides it needs to cool.” Throughout the entire enema expulsion, Ann was very audible but uttered not one word of English.