In the mid 1980s I returned to grad school with the intention of getting a doctorate and then pursuing a career in university teaching. I wound up taking a statistics course and along the way tutored a drop dead good looking girl named Michelle. As things had turned out Michelle was getting herself so upset over doing poorly in the course that she had been to the University Health Center several times, the last of which they wanted to give her an enema for the resulting constipation. However, she refused insisting she'd prefer to take one on her own. At about the same time I was tutoring her for the next exam, but one thing led to another and before I knew it I was giving her that enema on her own bed. Afterwards, she scored better than I did and perhaps with a bit of humor asked if I wanted her to tutor me. This is where the story picks up.

Ever since I saw Michelle earlier when we found out our exam grades and she teased me about needing tutoring, I hadn't been able to get the thoughts of her out of my mind. It was about 6:30 when I got to her apartment and when she let me in her beautiful beaming smile just filled the room. Even dressed in just some old sweats she looked just great to me.

"Hi," she said. "Ready to study some more stat?"

"I better be. That grade on the exam puts my "A" in this course at risk. Any ideas for how we should approach this?"

"I don't think you're concentrating properly," she said flashing me another "to die for" smile. "You seem just, well you know, perhaps a bit distracted. Do you feel OK?"

"I'm just fine," I assured her. "I'm not sure how you come to the conclusion that I'm not concentrating fully. I've always been a very focused kind of guy." All the while I'm thinking that the only time I lose concentration is when I'm thinking about her. Like maybe right now.

"Well, what I've been thinking is that I was so distracted about my health that I wasn't concentrating on stat. The last time you were here, you really helped me a lot when you gave me those two enemas, I immediately felt better and was able to concentrate. Now I think you might be suffering from the same problem that I had. If you want proof of that, how do you explain the low exam grade?"

"Oh, so you think that an enema would help me? Interesting concept," I replied my mind racing at the thought of this good looking woman who was now very seriously wanting to give me an enema. "Maybe you're right."

"I know I'm right. Besides I thought everyone might need a little help sometime. Are you sure you're man enough to let me do this to you? After all I had the courage to let you give them to me. Besides, I think turnabout is only fair."

"Well, the idea will take a bit getting used to, but come to think of it, you were really very brave to let me give them to you the last time." I have no idea how those words came from my mouth, but this was going to turn very interesting very soon.

"OK, then it's settled. I sort of knew that you'd go along with this so I sort of have everything ready," she said getting up, taking me by the hand and leading me back to her bedroom. The towels were already spread out on the bed for me. "You get out of those jeans and I'll be right back with that nice warm, soapy enema for you." I didn't know what was the actual cause of my quickly forming erection, Michelle's sexy smile or the thought of what she was about to do to me.

Moments later Michelle returned with her combination syringe and a jar of Vaseline. She had apparently made a full two quarts and the bag was really bulging. She had clearly been paying attention last week when I gave her the two enemas. "Are you going to stand around all day or are you going to be good and let me give this to you?" she asked somewhat sternly. "Now get those jeans and briefs off."

I decided that the only way I could find out where all this was going to lead was to do what I was told. So I unzipped the jeans and slid them off. Then I pulled down my briefs trying to keep my back to Michelle lest she see my incredible erection, but when I laid down on the bed she couldn't help but notice. "Now what do we have here? Richard, you're not excited about this at all?" she asked giggling.

"Well, I," I started to say feeling more than just a little embarrassed, "It's just that I haven't had one as an adult. And you're also a lot different than my mother."

"I should hope so," she replied. "Besides I wasn't aware that you'd ever given your mother an enema. At least not like the ones you've given me. Now it's my turn," she said putting the bag down on the bed and opening the jar of Vaseline. She took a huge glob on her finger and gently inserted it in my rosebud. I think I flinched a little, but soon dilated as she inserted her finger way past her second knuckleófar enough to gently massage my prostate. "I wonder where she learned about that?" I thought to myself.

My erection was now so stiff that it ached. A few seconds later Michelle removed her finger and inserted the nozzle of the syringe. It had been years since I'd had an enema, but none of those could be compared to this experience. Michelle sat down on the edge of the bed, held up the enema bag with one hand and snapped open the clamp with the other. She then began massaging my back and I inhaled deeply. As the enema flowed into my insides I could sense that Michelle had gotten it at exactly the right temperature and it all felt so wonderful that I lost complete track of time.

"OK, big boy. You took the whole bag," she finally said shutting the clamp and removing the nozzle. It had been years since I had had an enema, but I remembered how fast acting they could be and headed straight to the bathroom, shut the door, and sat on the toilet. It wasn't a moment too soon because the minute I sat down the warm water just cascaded out of me. It had been a very good enema because it took nearly ten minutes to expel all of it. It was a real experience, but I was glad to be rid of it too.

After cleaning myself up it dawn on me that I was only wearing my T-shirt and that all of my other clothes were in Michelle's bedroom. Eventually, I worked up the courage to leave the bathroom in my half-naked condition, but I also had never fully lost the erection. I walked the few steps to her bedroom and Michelle looked up when I walked in. Spying the source of my embarrassment she immediately came over to me and grasped it. "Tell me, aren't you feeling much better now?" she asked. I didn't know if she meant after having the enema or that she was now grasping my manhood. Either way was the same answer, "Much."

"I think I know how you feel because I felt much better, too," she cooed. Leaning over to gently kiss my neck Michelle pressed her bosom into my chest and I was immediately aware that she wasn't wearing a bra. Through her sweatshirt and my T-shirt I could feel the softness of her breasts and my erection went back into the achingly stiff mode, her hand still firmly grasping it.

"I feel wonderful," I responded sounding almost like an all time understatement as I reached around to grasp Michelle's bottom. When I did so I realized that she also wasn't wearing any panties either. My mind ran into overdrive. No panties and no bra! There's absolutely nothing on under her sweats! Michelle didn't seem the least surprised by my grope on her bottom. The sexy little move that she gave her hips even suggested that it was most welcome and was inviting me to do more. I didn't need much encouragement and moments later my hands were inside the waistband of her sweatpants where I squeezed her tender bare cheeks with both hands. Michelle cooed some more and nibbled at my neck. This was a lot more than just a statistics study session, but then again, so was my last visit to her apartment.

"I bet you never calculated this probability," she teased flexing the muscles in her buttocks. It wasn't a big move for me to just grasp the waistband of her sweats and pull them to the floor. The triangular patch of strawberry blond hair guarding her womanhood contrasted nicely with her peaches and cream complexion. We resumed our embrace except now my firm erection was pressing against that most delicate, sensitive and intimate part of her anatomy.

"You're right I never did calculate the probability of this, but I always thought it would be infinitely small."

"You're not infinitely small right now," she teased with a naughty little giggle while at the same time flashing me the most innocent of smiles. We both had a little nervous chuckle as we first sat down on the bed and then rolled back still in our embrace. "So what are you waiting for?" she teased me some more. Even before I moved my hand around to her crotch and noticed how wet she was, the delightful odor of an aroused woman wafted through the air like the sweetest perfume. My middle finger entered her and I used my thumb to massage her clitoris. Only then did I realize that Michelle was far more aroused than I had assumed. She moaned slightly, spread her legs and murmured "I really can't wait any longer. I want you now!"

I removed my finger, grasped my penis and rubbed it against her clitoris for a few moments before starting to slowly enter her moist vagina. She was deliciously tight and the feeling was indescribable as I slipped myself further and further into her waiting warm vagina.

As much of a breast man that I had always considered myself to be, it is hard to believe that it was only now that I finally worked my hands up under Michelle's sweatshirt to fondle her. She might have been considered a somewhat small-breasted woman, but after just seconds her nipples were just so hard and erect, She was now so excited that her hips were in a constant state of motion pivoting about my inserted penis. She quietly moaned with pleasure.. If she was that close to an orgasm I was not waiting any longer and gave several deep thrusts. When I came, it felt like my penis literally exploded with multiple spasms each releasing its own torrent of warm semen inside of her. It went on for so long I not only wondered where it was all coming from, but whether it would stop. We collapsed into one another's arms and just layed there for several minutes.

Finally, it was Michelle who said, "You were terrific. And you know what?"

"No, what?"

"Can you believe that I really wanted you to do that last week after you gave me that second enema? You have no idea how horny you made me that day. I even walked naked in front of you. Remember?" she said with a naughty giggle.

But now I was both pleased as well as starting to worry. I had just had unprotected sex with a beautiful woman. What would happen if I had just knocked her up. "Oh, gosh. I'm sorry," I said to her.

"Sorry? Sorry for what?"

"Well, it's just that we didn't use any protection and I hope I haven't made you pregnant. When do you think your period is due?" I inquired.

"If you have to know, my period is due at the end of the week, but I don't think it's very likely that I'm pregnant. I've been on the pill for almost two years."

I felt better getting that news, but wasn't sure that after the enema and now the lovemaking that I'd be able to concentrate on statistics ever again. I pulled out of Michelle, got up off the bed and put my briefs back on.

"We'd better get some statistics done tonight," she said getting up off the bed and heading towards the bathroom, "But I need to clean myself up a bit first. You were awesome."

This time Michelle didn't even bother to close the bathroom door, but I guess after what we'd just done that hardly mattered anymore. I heard water running and decided to look in on her. She was standing at the sink, had just added a capful of concentrate to the compact syringe and was now filling it with warm water. She looked up and said, "If I don't do this now, little gooey memories of you will be draining from me all night. And then I really wouldn't be able to concentrate on statistics either." At that Michelle sat down on the toilet, spread the lips of her vagina, inserted the douche nozzle and proceeded to rinse out the obvious result of our lovemaking..

After we both got dressed we went to the kitchen, got some Cokes out of the fridge and sat down to do some studying. While on the one hand I was a lot more relaxed than I think I had ever been, my mind was clouded with the wonderous thoughts of the evening's prior activities. It was the beginning of a wonderful year. We shared many enemas after that evening and had great sex even more often than that. Sometimes we'd work both into the same event. There'll be more to tell in future stories, however.

Of course I have never told my wife about my times with Michelle, but every now and then there are little things that remind me of them. Sometimes it's a pretty girl with strawberry blond hair, while other times it's the sight of a red combination syringe enema bag. After all these years those thoughts still make me twitch just a little. Well, maybe more than a little, but don't tell Chris.

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