Ann’s last semester was light, relative to the load that she’d previously labored under, so she had a little more free time than she had over her previous college semesters. I traveled to Corvallis to see her just about every other weekend. She hadn’t yet cashed in on my promise to ask for her forgiveness that she had exacted from me after our incredible anal sex on the voyage back from Santorini. I knew that she wouldn’t forget, but I assumed that it would be her graduation present and that she would ‘present’ herself to me back in the comfort of our home in Tillamook. We both worked on getting some of the old ‘zing’ back into our sex lives, which wasn’t any particular technique, but more of spontaneity and lustiness, regardless of what the act was; that was what we both felt was important. The other element or our love live that we collaborated on was just as important: The initiator of whatever act was the de-facto leader (in some circles referred to as ‘The Top’) and the other was to follow, unless of course, the initiator wanted to service the other. Ann and I liked to service each other; on the other hand we both enjoyed being serviced and all the myriad of acts that each of our lusty and sometimes kinky sex drives could conjure up. As important as our sex lives were to us, we were really having a ball collaborating on our story TRAMP STAMP and this close working relationship helped drive us into lustier lovemaking by injecting more character acting and thus helping us create better ‘scenes’; the mind being one of the most important sex organs.

We published the opening chapter of TRAMP STAMP about a month into her last semester. Chapter 2 was published 5 weeks before she graduated:

TRAMP STAMP-Offices of the Dryden Detective Agency, 2nd Floor, suite 4, 315 Hyde Street, San Francisco, May 4, 1955

I glanced at the file header again, The Golden Enema, and I wondered if Angel was going to think it had something to do with peeing in someone’s ass; well I might have to explain some of the details to her. Well maybe, discretion with Miss Van-Marin’s secrets was more important that helping Angel understand personal case file details. I decided to let her read whatever she wanted into the case and I was just going to have to tell Angel that this file was confidential. I glanced up at Chloe and made a gesture that said I was getting impatient and that I needed to know about her amazing tattoo. She took a deep swig of her bourbon, licked her lips and with a sigh she began, “My grandfather was in the rubber business in the Dutch East Indies between the wars. He became very wealthy and my grandparents lived very well. I don’t know what happened to my father, I never knew him. Apparently he left my mother after she got pregnant with me. It wasn’t easy for a single mother back then; well it never is, but it was much worse back then because of the social stigma that went with us everywhere we went.” She looked down for a moment in thought, took another pull from her bourbon and looked up at me…perhaps looking for reinforcement. So I gave her some, “I can’t imagine how difficult that must have been for your mother…and you, Chloe. Please go on.”

She looked away at the licenses on my wall for a moment and then went on, “My mother had to work to support us, but she couldn’t afford a sitter, but my grandparents wanted me to come live with them. They lived in a magnificent home on Belvedere, but it wasn’t that far from Mom’s apartment if we took the ferry. She was with me almost every evening when she got home from work. I went to school in my grandparent’s neighborhood and grandma would take me and pick me up every day.” I didn’t know this at the time, but Mom was going out at night trying to meet someone new. I don’t know why my mother couldn’t choose good men…” she looked at her glass contemplatively before she took another drink and then she looked at me and for the first time I saw abject hopelessness on her face as tears began to flood her eyes and she gasped, “She was beaten and raped by one of her ‘dates’ and by the time she got to a hospital…they couldn’t save her.” I resisted going to her aid; I didn’t see that a trite rescue attempt was going to get either of us where we needed to be. But I sincerely offered, “Aw Chloe that must have been a terrible time for you.” She looked at me momentarily and then looked away as she fought to regain her composure. I sat a box of Kleenex on the edge of my desk so that she could use them if she wanted, which she did, but after perhaps 2 or 3 minutes she continued, “I was 11 when that happened and as you might guess, I was devastated at the loss of my mother; worse…I was now an orphan. I internalized my stress and soon my health began to deteriorate, because I held everything in. It was my grandmother who helped me the most.” Chloe looked at me, perhaps I thought she was checking to see if I was sincerely interested; perhaps to gauge whether or not she was going to disclose what she said next.

“Early that next summer, about 6 months after I lost my Mom, Grandma knocked on my bedroom door and asked to come in to talk with me. She explained that she understood what was wrong with me and that she said she could help me feel better. She told me that she was going to give me, in her words, a nice warm enema. When I asked her what an enema was, she explained that her mother had taught her that a regular enema regimen helps keep a person healthy and that she and grandpa had been using enemas to stay healthy all of their 40 years of marriage and that they regularly helped each other, except of course when grandpa was away in the east indies as he had been for last several weeks. Needless to say, I was very surprised to find out what an enema really was, but grandma was so nice and she made me feel so comfortable that my first time was easy and I remember how good it felt and that I had a sense of well-being and my anxiety seemed to be washed away.” She looked at me again, meeting my eyes and I detected that she was gauging my reaction, checking my facial expressions, trying to detect any revulsion or disdain in my posture at hearing her confession. However, I had a genuine interest in her history and I wanted to build her confidence and trust in me, because…well I thought she was just the hottest woman that I had ever had a chance to make a play for…but the immediate need was for her to trust me enough to take me to her place so that I could cover the scene of the crime without her withholding any confidential information from me. I smiled at her and asked her to continue with her story, and getting, perhaps, a sense of my genuine interest in her, she became less hesitant and more open; even a little enthusiastic, and completely unabashed, “I don’t know if you can understand, Jake, but I looked forward to my enema time with my grandma. I began to enjoy the feeling and after a few years I confided to her just how much I liked it when she gave me an enema. I think I was 15 then and she told me that sometimes she actually felt so good when she took and enema that she could have an orgasm. She said that when grandpa was away on business that it happened more. I began to think about that and…” she looked at me again, peering deeply into my eyes, “well Jake…I started having orgasms…”, she looked at me somewhat sheepishly, “…the first time it happened, grandma patted my butt and soothed me saying ‘just let it happen honey, it’s a very natural thing’ and that was my very first time.”

Now my curiosity was up and I began to ask, “Where and how did she give you these enemas, Chloe?” She seemed relieved that I was now taking a genuine interest in the details of how she first became orgasmic and a faint smile started to appear as she related, “For the first couple of years I got it over her knee from a squeeze bulb that she dipped into the sink. When I was 13, she started giving them to me from a big red bag with a black hose on it and she would rest her hand on my butt to keep the enema nozzle in. The last time I was over her knee was when I had my first orgasm. After that she took me to the drug store in Tiburon and we picked out a Deluxe NEARKID 90 oz. Combo Fountain Syringe Enema/Douche that was made be one of grandpa’s subsidiary companies. She helped me use it for a few weeks and then showed me different ways to use it and I began to give myself enemas.” She looked at me intently, then slowly lowered her eyes, “I had an orgasm almost every time Jake!” I slowly leaned over my desk and asked, “When you say you orgasmed every time, honey, (really that just slipped out) was it just from…ya know…the feeling of taking…” “You see Jake, the thing is that after the first time it happened, then I wanted it to happen again and if it didn’t…well I…I used my fingers, Jake…do you understand?” Her smile became more prominent, as she began to realize that she had me fascinated as I swallowed hard and almost lost my voice as I asked, “Where was t…were these…uh…” she interrupted with a question, “Do you mean ‘where did I usually take my enemas when I was a teenager Jake?” I exhaled, obviously somewhat flustered, but could only manage a nod.

“Well Jake, I hung it from the top rail of my bed and I usually laid down and took my enemas very slow and…well if you must know, Jake…I played with myself” She leaned in to match my gaze and continued, “You know, Jake, I masturbated. Haven’t you ever masturbated before Jake?” Suddenly I thought the heater was on too high and I rose from my chair and walked over to check the wall furnace; it was off! Shit! She was getting to me and I was obviously beet red, as I slowly walked back behind my desk and sat down again and it was seconds before I looked up and met her naughty smirk and her penetrating gaze, as she casually remarked “So I take it that you may have masturbated before Jake?” I ignored her and answered with a question, “So where does that amazing tattoo come in Chloe?”

“My grandparents adopted me when I was 16. When I was 18, grandma said that she had something important to show me and we went upstairs to their bedroom. She told me that grandpa had been experimenting with different compounds to mix with rubber to strengthen it. Much of his fortune had been acquired through the injection of light metal oxides in various rubber compounds. One of his most successful was used in the manufacture of aircraft tires. His biggest contract came from the Navy and he also supplied the Army Air force. She opened the door to the bathroom suite that was off of their bedroom and there, mounted on large hook on the wall, all by itself was this incredible gold enema bag. It was a gift to her from grandpa who on a lark, experimented with a new compound that he injected with gold dust. It was heavy and in the top of the bag there was a molded band of gold amid two platinum bands above and below, topped by a large silver hook. The bag and the hose seemed to glow in the light and I was just fascinated.” She paused and looked at me again, her mouth slightly agape and she seemed to need reassurance again, but before I could provide any she said “I haven’t lost you already have I Jake; I’ve only just…found you?” Did I hear her right? ‘I haven’t lost you’? What was that all about? I wondered out loud, “Even though you are, somehow, captivating to me Chloe, we have only known each other…uh, well, err… since this morning…I …I guess I’m not sure why you’re afraid of losing me?”

She turned away for a moment and her body language said she had something else on her mind besides doing what I wanted her to do, which was describe everything she could about the object that was stolen. Suddenly she looked askance at me; a knowing, and most confident look, as her body language relaxed into a sublimely regal pose and she said, “A woman with my resources has a lot at stake, Mr. Dryden, and I couldn’t risk revealing this much of my private life to a complete stranger.” As she was saying this, I was thinking ‘Christ! What do you think I am’ and was actually impressed by what she said next, “I did hear about you from my half-sister, but I researched you for my own safety and, of course to find out how good you really are and to get a sense of what kind of man you are.” She paused as I lay back in my chair, crossed my right leg and propped my right ankle over the top of my left knee. Perhaps the change in my body language prompted a little more concern in her voice, “Jake, you don’t understand! The men that have actually wanted me really just wanted the fortune that I inherited or…well two were…they turned out to be homosexuals. So you see, Jake, I haven’t been any luckier with men than my mother was. But you…you Jake, you were a good honest cop, I mean detective…and you…you are… your own man and you know what that says to me Jake?” For emphasis, she leaned forward and stood up and placed her hands on my desk so that she could lean in further and then she looked at me as though I was the only man in the world, her world anyway and glowingly said, “You can’t be a kept man, Jake; I already know that much about you. So…detective…you think that I’m captivating, did I hear you say?” Her ample cleavage opened to my gaze, oh yes, she was all women and she wanted me to know it. It was too soon to make a play for her, but I sensed that we both needed more than a professional to client relationship. Images were racing through my mind; her ultra-sensuality; that amassing tattoo, no, highly erotic tattoo; oh her ass- her beautifully shaped and, apparently to her, a source of sexuality-yes her ass; it was obvious that it was one of her prime erogenous zones…well do something ‘pardner’ … “How long did it take you to do your research Chloe?” She shot back, somewhat smugly, “A little over 3 months, Jake! I needed to be thorough; I needed to know the man that I had to disclose my most private…but you already know, don’t you Jake, somehow you at least had to suspect?”

“A devastatingly beautiful woman comes into my office and we connect on a level that I…never have before…I suspected something was up…but I really didn’t expect that you would turn out to be…” I was at a loss for words and I stumbled a bit, “Oh Chloe, you are a bit of an enigma to me.” She giggled for the first time and I saw a bit of the playful side of her, “Oh Jake, I could have a lot of fun with that one, but I don’t think you need to be teased at this juncture.” “Thank you, for that,” I smiled and considered my options. I wasn’t making much headway on the case, so perhaps it was time to visit the crime scene and I said, “It would help, Chloe, to get a look at the scene of the crime, which will give me an incite that I don’t currently have and it may help you to remember all the people who had access to this…” Somehow it wouldn’t come out of my mouth and Chloe completed the sentence for me as a question, “Golden Enema? Is that what you are trying to say Jake?” As I nodded silently, a naughty smile came over her face as she observed, “Yes Jake, I agree; visiting ‘the scene of the crime’, as you say, could be very revealing…in so many ways.” She stood erect with a hand on her hip and turning her ravishingly sensuous profile to me she looked down at me as I was sitting there staring at her like I’d never seen a woman before, “Are you coming, detective…or were you planning to come by later and catch me… indisposed, as it were?” I shook off my trance and came alive, leapt to my feet, strode to the closet and grabbed my shoulder holster, donned it and my suit jacket, jauntily tipped my hat on and led the way out of my office.

As I walked, she walked beside me and she tucked her arm under mine, as she glanced at me with an approving smile; every man wants a beautiful woman to look at him this way. I liked it. “Do you mind if we take my car, Jake? I don’t want to leave it in this part of town.” “OK by me; lead the way”, I answered and she lead me to a Rolls Royce Silver Dawn that was painted a deep black on the body but the hood, the bonnet and the boot were painted silver. The paint was so luxurious that it seemed to have depth. I looked at her approvingly, “Nice taste in wheels. It looks new.” “It’s a year old, but I keep it professionally maintained.” She quipped, as the big in-line 6 roared to life. I was thinking that I had never been to Belvedere. I had really never known anyone that had any money either, unless you count some of the high class call girls that I had run across on the job. Crossing the Golden Gate Bridge, she glanced at me on and off, but we didn’t say much. Driving onto Belvedere she asked, “That’s a big piece that you stuck under your arm Jake. What is it? Are you expecting trouble?” She caught me daydreaming as I looked out the window back towards San Francisco thinking about her golden enema and wondering if she used it regularly before it was stolen. “It’s a 1911A1 Colt 45. It has enough stopping power to drop a horse. And no, I don’t expect trouble, but if trouble finds us…well it gets to see the business end of Mr. Browning’s masterpiece.” I felt her hand gently rub the inside of my thigh. Something stirred in my loins and I suddenly knew I wanted her. But what did I really want? She kept looking at the road as she breathed “I feel safe with you Jake. I feel like I can share my…” as we pulled into the driveway of an opulent 3 story mansion overlooking the Bay and the Raccoon Straight with a clear view of Angel Island, she turned off the engine and turned to me, returning her hand to the inside of my thigh again, but higher this time, she continued, “I feel that I can share anything with you…Jake…anything…do you know what I mean?” She slowly leaned in to me and kissed me and her hand gingerly drifted up my thigh and lightly rubbed the growing bulge in my pants. She whispered in my ear, “I hope you’re not going to be shocked at what I’m going to show you tonight Jake.” I held her and leaned into her kiss, before telling her that I was ready for anything that she had to show me. But that statement was to be proven incorrect in less than an hour.

End of Chapter 2 of TRAMP STAMP

At home in Tillamook Oregon-present day, real time

Ann graduated Cum Laude in early June and we sold the cottage in Corvallis. It was good to have her back in our home in Tillamook. Thinking back to the very first night in that motel room in Sacramento, I felt fortunate that I had invited her to breakfast the next day. What a transformation she had gone through since then. I took her down to my office and opened up the business to her and she dug right in. A little over a week later, we were enjoying an excellent tawny port after a fresh halibut and stir-fried veggie dinner that I had whipped up, when she bubbled up, “God Jim! You never told me that you were rich!” “What are you talking about?” I asked and she came back looking at me with astonishment, “You have over 83 million in assets and you don’t consider that to be rich?” “Well my love, if we actually sold all of those assets, we might actually not come out as good as you might think. The reason I always described my income as ‘comfortable’ is because it allowed me…now it allows us to live in a nice home, take a couple of nice vacations a year and most importantly it allows for maintenance and reinvestment so that the income can steadily rise.” I smiled at her and continued, “What you concentrated on was the assets. Now I want you to begin to look at the liabilities over the next few days and I think that by that time, you should have a clear picture of what’s going on.” She was angry at herself, “Oh of course, damn it! I know better than that!” I soothed “Don’t be so hard on yourself, honey. A real business is not like a textbook; especially one like this one. By the way, how much do you want to get paid?” She perked back up, “Oh do I get a salary too?” I said, “Sure you do; I’m going to cancel my accounting services just as soon as you’re ready to take over, so then the company will pay you for those services.” She giggled, “Well you once told me that I was 1 in a hundred million.” I played with her a bit, “Well if I get to give you an enema as you work in the morning and then I get to enjoy your lovely ass in the afternoon, we would never get any work done.”

Ann rose and came over and straddled me, then sat in my lap facing me; put both hands on my cheeks and said, “I seem to recall that you owe me a special apology from our cruise in Greece. Do you remember how willing you were to accept my apology, my Robber Barren?” I said in mock anguish, “Robber Barren? I seem to recall that I was your Master and Commander! Besides it’s been too long and your debt has now depreciated to zero value.” She looked at me as though she had just been robbed and said nothing, but just stared at me. But I then said, “On the other hand, my lovely, you could ask for a special graduation present.” She gave me an open mouth kiss and then whispered, “Brew me up a good strong cannabis tea honey, while I go upstairs and draw a hot bubble bath.” “Your wish is my command, oh voluptuous one” I smiled.

20 minutes later I walked in the master bath carrying a large tea pot and there was Ann luxuriating in the garden tub almost submerged in bubbles. The amber enema bag that we got on our first trip together was hanging from a towel rack. I put the tea pot down on top of the toilet and went back into the bedroom to retrieve my latest internet purchase: the in-and-out enema nozzle. This is basically a plastic butt plug style nozzle with the enema hose attached to a fitting on the outside of the nozzle and a large expulsion hose attached to the very end of the nozzle. This was designed as a way to take a high colonic irrigation, but I thought that she would be able to enjoy her enema more if she didn’t actually have to get out of her bubble bath to sit on the toilet. When I showed it to her, she was intrigued, “Oh this will be a new experience”, and she giggled. I disconnected the hose that she had on the bag and found that she was already planning on using the aluminum butt plug nozzle, so what I was substituting was going to work for her. Next I unscrewed the overflow on the tub and stuck the outflow hose down into it. I poured the tea into the 3 quart enema bag and it was nearly full when I had drained the last of the potent tea. I then opened the ‘in’ clamp to clear the air out of the hose and I invited her to present her lovely ass to me as I lubed the speculum with Vaseline; she was going to have this up her gorgeous butt for a while as she luxuriated in her tub. “Give me a big sexy grunt, baby, so we can slip this into you”. She looked back at me with her eyes half closed and gave me a guttural grunt that gaped her sexy anus to the size of a quarter and I was able to work the nozzle into her without too much effort and her anus clamped down on it squeezing it into place and she sighed with contentment as she turned around and gently settled back into her bath. As I watched her, mesmerized by her sensuality, she opened the clamp full, and suddenly rolled her eyes and gasped in sheer pleasure before closing it down to restrict the flow to a slow gentle fill. “Oh…oooh, aw Jim honey, this is amazing…aw ya… it feels so good…oh ya!” I bent down and caressed her and kissed her. Then I left her to enjoy one her favorite pastimes: Taking an enema while lying in her tub.

In order to make the THC have the effect that I wanted, I mixed in four tablespoons of olive oil, which would coat her colon and transfer the effects to her. I had no desire to give her the tonguing that she so craved with olive oil still in her bowels, so I was downstairs making up her cleansing enema solution of lemon juice and baking soda. The house was still and I could hear her moaning in pleasure upstairs. I filled up a half gallon pitcher and placed it in the microwave to warm it up and when I had the temperature right I slowly walked up the stairs and peaked around the corner. She had taken half of the bag and was thoroughly enjoying the feeling in her phenomenally sexy ass; she was on her knees flexing her insides as she felt the THC rush deep within. I took my clothes off and walked in with her rinse and asked if I could join her. “Oh please do.”, she cooed and I stepped in and slid down beside her, setting her rinse pitcher on the floor. I kissed her and I could tell that this enema needed to be expelled so I had her back on her knees with her lovely ass pointing at the overflow drain hole and I made sure that the outflow hose was firmly in place down that drain and I made sure that her enema clamp was closed. Then I opened the outflow clamp full. Ann sighed, put her hand to her pussy and moaned in ecstasy as the enema left her body aided by the siphoning effect of the outflow hose. As she turned around to lie back in the tub she was very contented as she mused, “Time to take the rest of it. Do it for me lover.” I opened the clamp half way and a second later she had had her eyes closed as she undulated and moaned, rubbing her hands over her breasts. I got up and slid down behind her so that I could kiss her neck and slide my hands over her body adding to the ecstasy that she was experiencing. She laid back into me and I wrapped my arms around her and massaged the last of her enema into her. “I’m glad you don’t have a super huge cock, honey. I want you so bad right now, that I would ruin myself trying to get every inch of you inside me.” She mused and that didn’t faze me, in fact I thought it was funny. I kissed the back of her neck to keep from laughing. “Oh…oh, ahww… uhh, this feels wonderful baby, oh ya just really wonderful.” She gushed and as I urged her back on her knees, she moaned, “Oh not yet honey I wanna keep it in longer.” “It’s time to rinse you out sweetheart, just start thinking how good you’re going to feel as you take my tongue in your hot sexy ass. So I want you to stand up and just relax. Your body will do the rest” and as I helped her stand up, I opened her expulsion hose and her enema left her body so fast that she held onto me and just concentrated on her elimination. I bade her to stay in place and I picked up the rinse and poured it into the bag and closed her elimination hose and opened her enema hose full on. I helped her back on her knees and was getting ready to shut it down some, but since she wasn’t complaining I let her fill. She took it all and she took it fast and when the bag gurgled she looked at me proudly and said, “That’s how a real woman takes her enema.” I marveled, “You get no argument from me, lover.”

Ann then bent over, spread her legs and rested her arms on the edge of the tub and said, “Help me get this nozzle out, I want to sit on the toilet for a while, then I’ll take a quick shower with you; this bath is getting cold anyway.” It wasn’t that easy getting it out as she was holding her rinse enema and when I had it in my hand I just dropped it into the bathtub and helped Ann to the toilet where I left her until she let me know that she was ready to take the final cleansing shower with me. I used this opportunity to digitally clean her sexy asshole in preparation to receive my oral ministrations. This ritual was actually a rarity in our sexual universe but it was something that she had confessed to daydreaming about on several occasions, although I reserved this special servitude to her for only the most special circumstances. Tonight I was prepared to take her all the way to an anal orgasm, if she would let me go that far. I helped her from the shower, lightly toweled her down and led her to our bed that was already turned down. She looked at me with total devotion in her eyes, waiting, perhaps for me to give her permission to pose herself for me. “Take any position that you want baby, I’m gonna do you every which way but loose.” She lowered her eyes and spoke softly, “Remember that night in Corvallis that you tied me up?” she kept her eyes lowered, and whispered, “That’s how I want it.” That little morsel of my lover’s sexuality quickened my heart rate and made my cock instantly begin to harden. I lead her over to the wall next to the bed and slapped her big sexy ass and told her to stay facing the wall. I arranged a pillow pile in the place that I wanted to secure her to the bed frame and I pulled a pair of pantyhose out of her drawer and I cut them in half with a pair of shears and fastened each side to the bed frame that was going to be where I tied her ankles to. I than went to her, and took her by both hands and had her lay her lower back on the pillow pile. Then I gently tipped both of her legs back and began to spread her out, securing each ankle so that her ass was elevated and her pink starfish was totally exposed and easily accessible. I stood there admiring my work, before I realized that I was slowly masturbating. I came up between her legs and I marveled “Oh Ann, honey, you look so edible, baby you are ravishing.” She was into her roll and she moaned begged me to “Lick me, oh lick me like you know I love.”

I had the hash oil infused honey right there beside me, but I would use that a little later on. Right now though, she needed to get the full treatment and as I began to lick her sweet pussy and suck on her clit, she moaned and cried. “Is that the way you want to be licked?” I teased. “You know what I want.” She moaned. But I played with her licking and sucking her pussy until I slowly worked my way to what I knew she really wanted; her twitching anus. She was squeaky clean and dry, so I tried making small circles with my tongue and just that little flitter had her moaning and mewing in anticipation. It was time…time for the ultimate lubrication for tongue fucking my lover’s gorgeous ass. I opened the honey and poured a small dollop right into the center of the outer sphincter and slowly tongued her and coaxed her anus to begin to relax. I figured that her insides were pretty well high with that big cannabis enema that she took. I was rewarded with a pencil eraser sized gape in her sensuous asshole and I poured some honey directly in which caused an immediate tightening; perseverance, though paid off and finally Ann involuntarily opened for me and I began to tongue her for all I was worth. I had only restrained her by her ankles and only then to keep her in position to give her what she craved, but her hands were free and she started to play with her pussy as I performed the best analingus rim job that I could for her. She began to relax more and more and her starfish morphed into an open hole that I could easily stick a finger through. Ann had been thoroughly enema-ed and the honey was all I tasted. I began to stick my tongue inside her hole, which would alternatively open and then close in her passion to feel all of the senses that were heightened in her ass tonight. I gave her my best, in every way that I could think of and as my mouth was getting fatigued and I was thinking that there are only so many ways that you can tongue a woman’s ass, when she begged me for my cock.

I wanted to get as deeply into her as I could and she would need more lubrication, so I took a tube of water based lube and greased my cock and I squirted a good dollop up her ass for good measure. I then straddled my leg between hers so that I could get the most penetration that I had ever had in Ann’s ass. As I slowly plunged my cock into her, I could feel her push out, even though she had to be as relaxed as she had ever been. The Huston valves were loose and open, but she still grunted to take me all the way up her ass. I began a slow deep cadence going in as far as I could physically penetrate until I realized that she was trying to get me all in…way up in her ass. I began to put more pressure on the down stroke, which slightly collapsed her pelvic floor and then I hit the holy grail of anal sex enthusiasts; the sigmoid junction. This is a very sensitive spot but caution was in order because I knew that the difference between orgasmic pleasure and a crippling pain was right here so I went easy and slowly to this depth, which I could only attain by pressing down hard on her and only because she was totally splayed out. But my own needs were beginning to foreshadow my explorations of Ann’s inner anatomy: I needed to cum and so did she! It was time to get down to business. I pulled out of her temporarily and reached over to her night stand and pulled out her magic wand look-a-like that was battery powered with 4 D cells. I fired that up and changed position to put my legs behind me and I entered her ass facing her and looking down at her and I put the vibrator in her hands and she eagerly went to work on her clit as I began to plunge a fast cadence a good but safe way up Ann’s magnificent ass. That was all it took to kick us both over the edge into a glorious simultaneous orgasm that had me pumping a heavy load of sperm deep into her as she clamped her entire rectal tube around my cock while she cried out in her passion gasping for air.

I immediately freed her and rolled her over on top of me and as she straddled my left leg, I felt her wet pussy juice and I flexed my quadricep a few times to seat her vulva tight against me while I stroked her back and thighs; she buried her head into my chest. We lay that way for a long time and we each had dosed off and were back awake. Finally she spoke and it came out of her in enthusiastic chatter, “Oh that was the best, honey, you really had me revved up; I was like… in another world. I felt you go so deep in me it felt like you were… somewhere I never felt you like that before. Oh…God… that enema…oh that enema you made me felt amazing…you really made me feel special tonight, honey. That tongue of yours almost made me cum, oooh honey that made my butt feel …like you really loved me…Oh I know that you love me and all…ooh Jim honey I love the way …oh baby your tongue…did you feel me squeeze down on you…I didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t help it …oh you felt so good…oh, but I just had to have your cock…oh listen to me! I’m rambling on like a silly teenager that just had her first orgasm” she gushed laughing and giggling. Her giddiness was contagious and even though I was more reflective I added, “When we end up in a veritable bliss like this, I wonder why I was the lucky bastard that you fell in love with. If I died tonight, I would be a lucky man, Ann. You are truly an amazingly sensuous woman and you make love to me…like you were my own personal goddess. I…used to dream about a woman like you and look at me…look at us.” She kissed my chest and sucked on my right nipple as she slowly dug her still wet pussy into my leg.

I had an idea that came out as a question, “So what are we going to do with Jake and Chloe? We can’t have them make love like you and I do.” “Why not?” Was her innocently simple answer; I started to explain myself, “Chloe is certainly an anal erotically free spirit, but Jake doesn’t have any experience with a woman like that and…” Ann interrupted me, “Jake may not have the sexual experience that Chloe does and he is certainly more inhibited than she is, but he is definitely fascinated with her, ‘captivated’ was the word that you used; you know baby that can take a man a long ways into uncharted waters. Remember the time I gave you your first strap-on enema sex? You wanna tell me that you weren’t afraid? I know you were, but it was hot wasn’t it?” I stroked her lovely ass as I marveled, “Yes it was sweetheart; yes it was.” Ann cooed as I stroked her and then whispered, “We have to take them where, few have ever gone, we have to stoke their fires so hot that they get addicted to each other, ya know what I mean, honey? We have to image things that might scare both of us.” I was starting to understand the motivation behind her design strategy and I asked, “Perhaps what works out for Jake and Chloe may be a prelude to…” “Maybe and maybe not”, she interrupted with a giggle and then she waxed philosophical “Just because we express our wildest fantasies for our characters, doesn’t necessarily mean they will transfer to us, big boy. But you can always hope, honey, you can always hope.”