I went to a party an old college friend was having, and was talking to some other people I knew from school. It was a so-so party, and I was a bit bored. Somebody in the crowd moved, and I suddenly caught sight of one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen in real life.I was just stunned, and involuntarily whispered "holy shit!" She saw me at the same moment, and to my surprise, smiled widely and started moving through the room toward me. It was such an electric moment that it seemed like the rest of the room was filled with statues, and I was not aware of their chatter, all I heard was a ringing in my ears. It was quite obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, although she was fairly busty, from the way her breasts swayed as she walked. She came right up to me and said "Hi, I'm Donna, and I'm a new M.D. I know you're Dave and an architect." (I later found out she'd seen me at some previous affair and had been doing some "research" on me through mutual acquaintances.)Well, I was pretty off-balance at this point, but tried to keep up a conversation with her. We talked a bit about mutual acquaintances, the rigors of school,and I asked her whether she was an intern or resident, or past that point. She said she had recently started her residency, was pretty new in town, and had been trying to reconnect with people she had known from school, now that she actually had some free time after the grueling internship. I was just fascinated with her, she seemed to be really nice, and was also so gorgeous and a perfect fit to all the visual things that drove me wild. She had long, slightly wavy red hair, was almost six feet tall, what seemed to be very firm D-cup breasts, a slender but quite athletic-looking figure, and a very open and gorgeous face. And, she also was dressed in a very provocative manner, with a sheer white blouse and a short dark skirt, no hose and flat shoes. She probably could have seen smoke curling out of my ears!After some other chit-chat, she mentioned that she had been pretty lonely, and was trying to pick up her social life by tracking down some people she thought she might find interesting. (I think she was referring to her "research" on me, here.) I said that I couldn't believe that a woman as beautiful as her would have any problem with her social life, and she said that she actually had a problem with intimidating guys, and that she also had some very kinky "tastes".I said that I could be a bit kinky, too, and asked what those tastes might be. She leaned over to whisper in my ear, and pressed herself against me at the same time, saying "I'm totally addicted to enemas and all things anal."I was surprised she would be so bold with someone she hardly knew, but then I had a lot to learn about Donna. I was to learn she had absolutely no shame, no modesty, and never hesitated or agonized over revealing something. That's not to say she lacked social graces in any way, but that she just didn't beat around the bush in relationship and/or sexual topics. That may have something to do with her medical training, of course. Doctors and nurses get De sensitized to many things. But, anyway, that was a HELL of a revelation! I gasped a bit, but then replied that I was very interested in the same things, and had a lot of enema experience. Donna seemed very interested in that, or maybe that I was so open about it, and said "Hmm, would you like to go someplace a bit more private where we could discuss this some more?" I said sure, and Donna said her place was only a couple blocks away, we could go there. She asked if I had come with anyone, and I told her no. We said quick goodbyes to our hostess, and got a few raised eyebrows as it was pretty obvious we were leaving together. Donna pointed out her car, and I said mine was a bit further down the street, and she told me to follow her, and she'd point out where I should park at her place. I followed her car around the park, she lived pretty close to where the party was, as the crow flies, but it actually took a bit of driving to get there by streets. Donna pointed out a parking space, and later told me her apartment came with two spaces. She took me by the arm, and we walked up to her 2nd floor apartment. It was small, and a bit sparsely furnished, but very tasteful. She asked me if I minded if she got into something a bit more comfortable. I couldn't imagine her getting too much more comfortable, but certainly said "Of course not."She disappeared into the bedroom, and I heard her using the toilet. A minute or two later she came out clad in a sheer, clingy nightgown sort of thing, that REALLY revealed her figure. She was carrying a towel,which I didn't quite get, and just set that on the couch where I was sitting and sat down herself. She then asked me to tell her about all that enema experience I told her I had. I decided she should get the WHOLE story, and that I should start at the beginning. So, I told her that the story goes that I had my first enema when I was 3 days old, the first day I was home from the hospital. My mom decided that I wasn't expelling the meconium fast enough, and decided to help me out. She held me over the pot, pumped a small bulb syringe of warm water into me, and then put her thumb over my anus to help me hold it in for a minute. She then held me over the pot while I expelled it all. After I was diapered and put to bed for a good snooze, she gave herself a series of several hot,soapy enemas to relieve her stuffed-up bowels. My mom was (and still is) a complete enema nut, and believes that they are the most healthful thing you can do for the body. I don't recall all this myself, of course, this is oft-repeated family folklore. And, my sister is said to have undergone the exact same introduction 2 years earlier!By this point, Donna was staring at me almost without blinking, and her breathing was noticeably heavy. I was guessing that she wasn't so excited by what I was telling her, but that she had latched onto a person who had all the makings of a true klysmaphile. I wasn't going to disappoint her. At this pause, Donna suddenly said "Oh, yeah" and grabbed the towel she had brought, stood up and placed it where she had been sitting, and then sat down on it. I was kind of mystified for a moment, and finally realized she expected this to get a lot hotter, and didn't want to make her new couch all sticky with her vaginal lubrication. I continued that after my introduction, I (and my sister, too) were given weekly enemas from infancy until we went off to college! The early enemas were just one of a little salt water, but after I was about three, my mom changed over to soapy water, followed by a saline rinse. At three, I was slowly "trained" to take up to a full quart of water, by six I was taking almost the full 2-quart bag for the rinse. After I was ten, I was moved up to two soapy enemas, and encouraged to take 3 quarts for the second soapsuds and rinse enemas. By fourteen, four quarts was prepared, and I was encouraged to take as much as I could hold. Sometimes I was able to accept the four quarts of soapsuds, and I usually could handle the four quart rinse. Sometime about when my sister was 14, she started to regularly orgasm during the enemas, especially the 2nd soapy one. Usually she would try to hide it well from us, but neither I nor my mom was fooled. Anyway, she tried to be discreet about it, but occasionally would be unable to stifle her moans before or the gasps after. I also learned our parents took enemas for sexual stimulation. My mom took enemas almost every day, usually in the late morning, after we went to school. She would go in her bedroom and do it during the summer. But, Sunday mornings and Wednesday nights, she would take enemas with my dad. He apparently thought more than twice a week was too often in general.At this point, Donna was almost in a trance, her nipples were huge and hard, and she was rocking her hips slowly back and forth. I thought of a few more things to mention. I generally take about 3 quarts with all but the first enema. Well, that was about my entire story, and so I asked Donna to tell me more about her affair with enemas. It took her a minute to compose herself after being so aroused, then she started. "Well, I don't have an incredible history like you do - umm, by the way, is what you told me the absolute truth?" I assured her it was completely true, but that I was leaving out some details to protect family members she might eventually meet. She continued, "OK, it felt like you were being VERY honest with me, but that's just such an incredible story.... So, I got enemas when I was sick, or constipated, or just had a tummy ache. When I was a little kid, I didn't really mind the enemas, and I knew they made me feel a LOT better afterwards, but I didn't crave them. As I got older, I guess I started to enjoy the feeling of warmth and fullness in the belly, and I sometimes masturbated after getting one, but I still didn't generally WANT one.Then, the summer whenI was 18, I was running around with friends and doing all sorts of vacation stuff, and probably combined a bad diet with not going to the bathroom when I needed to. I got constipated. I let it go too long before telling my mother, and she tried giving me a couple enemas on a couple of evenings, but it wasn't really solving the problem or getting much results. Finally, she figured out what was going on, and told me "Honey, you have got yourself REALLY bound up, and it is going to take some 'grown-up enemas" to get your bowels open again." I didn't like the sound of that, but she was firm. She got out the bag again, but also got a mixing bowl from the kitchen. I had taken enemas of 1.5 quarts for some time, and an occasional full bag enema when I needed more than one. She was pretty gentle, but got me to take a full 2-quart enema several times, before setting up for the 'grown-up enema'. She filled the bag with soapy water, and then filled the mixing bowl part-way with the same. I got on the floor in the knee-chest position, and she started the enema. After the bag had partly emptied into me, She refilled the bag from the mixing bowl. I was really scared at how it might hurt, or whatever. The water was warmer than any enema I had ever had before, and the moderate dose of Ivory soap was stimulating my colon lining quite a bit. I started panting to help ease the water into me, and I realized I was getting aroused. I thought, OK, I'll just get through this enema, take a big dump and then go to bed and play with myself, and it will feel REALLY good. Well, mom made me hold that 3-quart enema for ten whole minutes of heavy cramping, and finally let me get on the pot.At last, I had a great big movement, and continued blasting into the pot for about twenty minutes. I was exhausted and just a bit sore, but glad to finally get relief. I was somewhat surprised when my mom told me I needed another one, and this time it would be the real grown-up enema! I thought I had ALREADY HAD the grown-up enema! Well, I got a FOUR-QUART enema this time, a full bag plus a full mixing bowl of soapsuds, and I didn't know whether to be afraid or aroused - well, actually I was both at the same time. As the last quart of water was flowing rapidly into me, I realized that I was aroused enough that orgasm was only seconds away. I tried to hold it off, but the relentless flow of hot water and the effort of clenching my buns together to keep from losing the water all over the floor was too stimulating, and I started gasping and bucking like a bronco. How I kept from exploding all over the bathroom I don't know, but I didn't spill a drop, though. I made so much noise that my dad came to the bathroom door after a discreet delay and asked if everyone was OK! Mom told him that I was quite OK, and she'd tell him about it later. I was horrified that my mom would reveal something so personal and embarrassing to him. She hugged my hips and told me that what happened was completely normal, and there was nothing to be embarrassed about, all nurses knew that enemas could be intensely stimulating to both male and female patients. It wasn't until years later that she revealed to me that both she and my dad were well aware of the sexual aspects of enemas. Not that she was reticent about it, I just had to think to ask. Well, after that experience, I became an enema addict, first giving myself enemas in secret when my parents were gone, then finally getting bold enough to do it when they were home. They never said anything about it, and my mom bought me a bag and supplies when I went off to college."Well, that was pretty exciting to me, too, and I suspect Donna could easily see the signs. She then said "Well, the darn thing is I have to work tomorrow, and it is WAY too late to try to swap time with someone else. I'd LOVE to play enemas with you, and we will get a chance to do that pretty soon. But, for tonight, we have to come up with something that's a bit quicker. And, I have to be insanely careful, as an M.D., to avoid any STD's, as they would just end my career right there. I can't imagine anything worse than being shunted off to a desk in some huge insurance company or something, and never seeing a patient again in my life! I hope you can understand my being so careful." I told her I completely understood, and STD's can wreck more than just your career. She then told me that something that totally drove her crazy was just anal massage, would I be interested in doing that for her? I agreed immediately, and she got up, spread the towel over my lap, and then lifted her gown over her head, and quickly laid down over my lap. I almost had a heart attack, and could feel my pulse pounding in my head and chest. She was absolutely gorgeous, and was now totally nude on my lap! I then realized that the entire evening, up to this point, was a TOTALLY engineered set-up, when she reached into her purse, which she had so conveniently dropped at the corner of the couch about a half hour ago, and pulled out a tube of Vaseline and handed it to me. I wasn't sure whether to be alarmed, charmed, or just go along with this seduction, but of course the latter won out. I lubed up the middle finger of my right hand, (Yeah, she even knew in advance which way to lay across me!) and then began to grease her anus. After a few circles around, I started to press my finger into her. It was very warm, and after a moment, she opened her anus and let me slide into her. Donna began to moan softly, as I slowly moved my finger in and out of her rectum, turning my hand a little each time. After a bit, her moans became louder, and she began to arch her back a bit, then relax, then arch again. She moaned "Ohh, this is SO GOOD!" and then lay back down. Pretty soon, she was arching again, and her entire body became very tense, and I knew she was close to orgasm. Then she gasped "My breast!" as she lifted her left shoulder. I reached under her with my left hand, and pressed her breast against her rib cage until the nipple popped between my fingers. I then squeezed her nipple between my fingers as I continued to squeeze and stroke her breast. She began to rock vigorously and I could feel her pelvic contractions bearing down on my finger. She slowly relaxed, and lay across me again, just breathing heavily.After a minute, she said "You've done this before, and been taught by a true anal erotic how to please her! I can tell!" I agreed that I had, indeed, but I didn't want to reveal who my teacher was at the moment. I'm sure she correctly guessed it was my sister. I then started to withdraw my finger, and she said "Oh, no, leave it in me for another minute!" I did, and finally, she took a deep breath and her whole body shivered a little, and I noticed she had goose bumps on her arms and upper back. She then told me I could take my finger out. As soon as I did, she got up, and then turned and sat on my lap, put her arms around me and began kissing me very passionately. She asked what I might like to do, and said anything that didn't involve the exchange of bodily fluids or penetration was OK for tonight.I was trying to figure out what options that included, and finally decided I would be glad to receive what I just gave her. I took her right hand and examined it, and she wondered what the heck I was doing. I told her I was checking out her fingernails, and they looked fine to me. I then asked her if she stuck her fingers up her bottom, or if she kept her nails so short so she didn't pierce exam gloves. Donna giggled, and said "Both!" I told her I'd love to get the same treatment I'd given her, and just hoped I could reach the level of ecstasy she had shown. Donna seemed a bit surprised, I guess she had expected some kind of more ordinary male masturbation. But, once she was sure that's what I wanted, she wasted no time in unbuttoning my shirt, and then stood up so I could also stand while she removed my pants and under shorts. She then put the towel on the couch and sat on it, and then patted her lap. I laid down on her lap, and she spread her legs, and then closed them again, squeezing my penis between her thighs. She then did what I did to her, and I'm sure, with at least the same level of expertise. It took me only a minute to come all over her towel, which was becoming a soggy mess by now. After recovering across her lap, I sat up and we kissed for a minute on the couch before she said she really needed to get in bed, as she needed to get up about 5:30 AM. We walked into her bathroom and cleaned up a little, and used the pot, before getting ready for bed.Donna told me that because people sometimes do things in their sleep,she was going to wear her panties to bed, and I better not try to take them off, and that she wanted me to wear my underpants. I assured her I would respect her boundaries, and we got "dressed for bed". After we were in bed, she turned her back to me, and I snuggled up against her and put my hand around her waist. She took my hand, and placed it over her breast. I wasn't sure what she wanted, and started to stroke her breast. She put her hand over mine, and just held it still. So, I just held her breast, and she drifted off to sleep. I followed soon after. I don't remember much else from that night, maybe turning over a couple times. Then I was aware she got out of bed, and was using the bathroom. She came back nude, and snuggled against me, and slipped off my underwear. We embraced, face to face on our sides, and she intertwined our legs and started humping against me. She wiggled until my penis was between her legs, and we humped without penetration until we both came. After a minute, she got up and asked if I wanted to join her in a shower? I eagerly followed, and we had a great time soaping up each other. I finally got a complete look at her great figure in good light, and it was quite arousing. Donna got dressed in a very nice-looking business suit, while I dressed in my clothes from yesterday. We had a quick breakfast of corn flakes and milk with a banana sliced into it.Then, Donna said "Umm, there's this one thing about STD's that we need to solve. I don't quite know how to bring this up, and please don't be shocked or think you have to say yes, but..... I wonder if it would freak you out if I asked for a blood sample?" Well, I'd never encountered this before, but I'd never dated an M.D. before, either. I told her I understood, and it would be no problem, although I didn't care for needles much. She seemed quite relieved I took this request so well, and picked up one of those ugly doctor's bags and got a little cardboard box out.She opened the box and pulled out a couple of glass vials and a double-ended needle with plastic covers over it. She put a rubber strap over my arm, and wiped the inside of my elbow with an alcohol wipe. She then got out an adhesive bandage and a ball of cotton, and picked up the needle. I was watching her intently, and Donna said "It's best if you don't watch the needle go in, people tend to jump." I looked away, and she poked me with the needle and then pressed the Vac-u-tainer onto the needle in one swift move. I wasn't watching, but I could feel how smoothly she did it, and I hardly felt the needle itself. Just the littlest pricking sensation. She then swapped to the other vial, and then removed the needle while pressing the cotton ball and bandage over the vein. She did all this with complete confidence and the smooth movements of somebody who'd practiced this a lot. Donna then labeled the vials and the box with my name, and then had to ask for my social security number to put there, too. We hugged for a long time, and then Donna said she had to go. She offered to let me stay there, but I'd feel uncomfortable, and I wanted to pick up some clothes and maybe some enema gear, too. So, she told me she'd be back about 3:30 after her shift ended. I watched her leave, with a sort of doomed feeling, like this was all a dream, and she wouldn't return.Well, I went home, and wasn't able to concentrate on anything more complicated than paying a few bills and getting an hour's nap done. I put a couple days of clothes in a box, and grabbed my 4-quart enema bag, too. I was really anxious, and got back to Donna's parking lot about 3:15, I was just on pins and needles. Donna arrived right about 3:30, just as she'd said, and hugged me very warmly in the parking lot. We walked up to her apartment, and after we got inside, she said, "Oh, I've got some good news for you. I had your blood tested, and mine, too, and we are both clean of anything they test for. "I told her she didn't have to have her blood tested, and she said that the hospital required all clinical staff to be tested every 6 months, and her check was coming up, so she just had it done, too. She pulled two sheets of paper with the lab reports from her briefcase and set them on the counter. They were in a form of code, so i couldn't really make much sense of them, but a column of "N"s meant negative, Donna explained. After a couple minutes of chit-chat, Donna said that now that the STD thing was out of the way, we had some catching-up to do.She went into the bedroom and sat very primly on the end of the bed, but didn't say anything. I sat down next to her and put my arm around her, and she turned to me and we kissed warmly. I wasn't exactly sure what was going on here, and had gotten used to Donna making all the first moves, so I wasn't quite sure what she was expecting, or what I was supposed to do. After a minute, when she seemed to do nothing, it became obvious she was now waiting for me to take the next step. Once I realized that, I reached over and took off her jacket. I then began to unbutton her blouse. She seemed to relax once I had started undressing her. She put her arms behind her so I could slide her blouse off, and then put her hands in front so I could remove her bra. As soon as I unclasped the back strap, she exhaled and said "God, I HATE that thing! it makes my ribs hurt, but they make me wear it at the hospital." I told her I could understand a woman with her gorgeous breasts would be just a bit too attention-getting in a work environment. She said she really doesn't jostle too much as long as she keeps her jacket on. She stood up so I could remove the slacks and her panties, and she then sat down again.She then reached over and began to undress me. I hadn't had this done in a while, and Donna did it in such a sensuous manner I was just about steaming before she even finished. After we were naked, we lay down in bed, and began cuddling each other. Donna made it pretty clear she was ready for intercourse, but we hadn't discussed contraception, and I was wondering how she could be so careful about one thing, and not even mention another. So, I had to ask her about the possibility of pregnancy. She laughed, and said "Oh, I didn't mention, I used to have very irregular periods, and have been taking 'the pill' since I was in my late teens, just to keep it on a regular schedule. So, I am not real likely to get pregnant." We had great sex, and I was glad to see she had no problem finding "regular" sex plenty exciting, too. I played with her wonderful breasts as we had sex, and they were a huge turn-onto me. After our orgasms, we rolled onto our sides and just cuddled for a while, and drifted off to sleep for a while. Donna finally got up, and after using the bathroom, she made a delicious dinner for us. She was on a bit earlier schedule with the hours they keep in hospitals, but I hadn't had more than a snack at home and was plenty hungry, so the early dinner was no problem.Donna was continuing to amaze me, not only a fantastic lover, an M.D., a gourmet cook, I wondered how much else she had mastered, too. I was soon to find out there were a couple more dimensions to her life. I was a bit curious if she was very promiscuous, but didn't want to come right out and ask an insensitive question. I finally thought maybe I could ask if she thought it was safe to bring guys up to her apartment on the first date. She looked at me funny for a moment, and then said "Uh, no, actually, I have never, EVER, done anything like this in my life before! But, then, I've never had the kind of chemistry with someone before, either. Maybe I shouldn't even tell you stuff like this so early in our relationship. I have dated a bit in college and med school, but I usually got to know the guy for a while first. But, I felt like I've known you all my life - isn't that weird? "She then told me that she lost all fear of people and unfamiliar situations in a bizarre incident when she was 17. She backed up to tell me that her dad figured out she was going to be a very attractive woman when she was about 9 years old, and might need to defend herself, so he enrolled her in Judo class. She was VERY good at it, and eventually earned a seventh-degree belt. I knew just enough to know this was a REALLY high rank. She got a bit burned out on it about when she discovered boys, but kept up some of the physical conditioning that was quite evident in her physique. Anyway, she was leaving a movie with her date, not really even a boyfriend, and suddenly a guy came running at them with a knife. She acted automatically, disarmed him with one hand while flipping him over her back with the other, and slammed his head into a phone pole behind her. His neck snapped with a loud crunch, and he was dead before he hit the ground. I was sitting there with my jaw hanging open! Donna said "Well, nobody believes me when I tell them, so..." as she reached for her scrapbook and opened it to the most well-worn page. I saw an article with the headline "Local teen disables, kills madman" and read the story. She had killed, with her bare hands, an armed man who had killed two and wounded another two people within the previous hour. And, there was her name, Donna Johnson, right in the story.After I had read it, Donna said "Well,now you know why I didn't have to worry about bringing you up here. But, I hope it won't change the way you think of me - I'm not a killer, and I hope to God I never have to do anything like that again. But, the Judo gave me a lot of self-confidence, and the 'incident' kind of capped it off, that I could make snap decisions and live with the result." Anyway, after some more talk of a less exciting nature, Donna said "Well, I usually take my 'good cleanout' on Sunday morning, but I couldn't because of work. Would you like to join me in a nice series of enemas?" I assured her I would love to, and usually take an extended series either Saturday evening or Sunday morning, depending on whatever social engagements came up on the weekend. I got out my enema bag, and we made up two bags and took them to the bedroom. We gave each other simultaneous 3-quart soapsuds enemas, and we both got quite aroused while hugging each other as the water flowed.After the bags were empty, Donna asked me to remove her nozzle, and she asked me whether I wanted mine in or not. I decided to follow her example, and she slipped mine out, too. She then asked if I wanted to have sex on our sides, just as we were, and I said "Sure!" She slid her hips up a little so I could enter her, and then back down once I was inside her vagina. She made a big moan, and then started to rock her hips, and I did the same. I started to get very excited and close to orgasm, and she said "slow down, make it last, I really need to hold this enema for 10 minutes, and I just don't like holding an enema after I orgasm." I tried to keep it slow and hold myself back, but after about 3 or 4 minutes inside her, with the soapy water churning in my gut, I was unable to hold back any longer. I made a couple big strokes and ejaculated into her. She jokingly said "Hmm, just like a man, no self-control." She then started clenching her buns and asked me to pinch her nipples and roll them between my fingers. I did that while she breathed loudly, and she orgasmed within seconds of this additional stimulation. My erection was wilting, but still inside her. She glanced over at the clock, and muttered "4 more minutes, I don't know if I have the will-power." We lay there for a couple more minutes, and finally I was getting crampy and got up. We walked arm in arm to the bathroom, and suddenly Donna said "Oh, gosh, there's only one bathroom here, who gets to go first?" I told her that there was no problem, we could sit together and release at the same time on one toilet. She was not sure that would work, and I told her that I had done it before. I had her sit on the pot and slide as far back as she could and spread her legs wide. I then sat between her legs, and we let fly together. I leaned back gently, and she cuddled me from behind. Her breasts felt wonderful on my back. After emptying out, we did it again, with 3.5 quarts for me, and 4 quarts for Donna. This time, she wanted a deep clean-out, and had me give her the enema in the knee-chest position on the bathroom floor. Once I had her set up and flowing, I managed to work myself in next to her in the same position, and she put in my nozzle and started the flow. We both sighed and moaned as the hot soapy water filled us up. When we were both filled, she removed the nozzles, and got up as if nothing unusual was going on, and walked to the bed. I limped after her, and lay down on my back so as not to put pressure on my firm belly. Donna laughed at my discomfort, and said "Don't take big enemas to try to keep up with me!" I told her that a 3.5 quart enema was usually no problem for my 2nd enema, but I'd just eaten, and maybe too much at that. She smiled, and said it didn't bother her much. After a moment just sitting on the bed, she slowly got up and straddled me, and lowered herself onto my thighs. She slid up until her vulva was pressed against my barely stirring penis, and began to rub against me. I got harder in a few seconds, and then Donna lifted herself up and onto me. She moved so slowly, in a position that would have made most people sore. But, she was so athletic, she could easily suspend herself halfway between sitting and kneeling. She slowly rose and descended, making both of us hotter and hotter. When I couldn't stand the stimulation much more, I reached up and squeezed her breasts, and then began to squeeze and pull her nipples. After a bit of this, she began to grunt and bounce up and down, and quickly we both came. After catching our breath, we made our way to the pot and emptied out again. When we were done, we went back to the bed, and just laid there, cuddling each other for a while, and waiting for any remaining water to trickle down our bowels. After a while, we got up and emptied out our last dribbles, and then Donna prepared a rinse for herself. She said she wanted this one fast and furious, and hung the bag from the shower curtain rod, and let the air out of the tube. She got into the knee-chest position, and I inserted the nozzle into her. I then opened the clamp, and Donna told me not to shut it off unless she said "Uncle!" I guess this was sort of a "safe word" for her. She lay there moaning as the water flowed rapidly into her. Her breathing got louder and faster as she filled, until she was grinding her hips and panting as the last quart flowed in. This all happened within a minute and a half, at the most, a very fast-flowing enema. As the last of the water flowed in, she suddenly cried out in the most perfect little-girl voice "It Hurts, Momma, Ithurtsithurtsithurts!" and then began to buck like a bronco, finally flopping so hard onto the floor I was sure she'd lose the enema all over the place! She lay there gasping and quivering for a minute, and then slowly got up on all fours and moved to the toilet.I was almost in shock, and didn't know what to say or do. Finally, I knelt next to her, and put my arms around her in a very comforting way, and started to say "It's all OK, nobody's hurting you now." Donna looked at me kind of strangely, and said "What are you talking about?" as if she had no idea what had just taken place. I said "Did you mom hurt you with big, painful enemas? "She replied, "No, never! I mean, she gave them to me when I needed them, and sometimes if I waited too long to tell her I had a problem, they could be pretty uncomfortable, but they never really hurt. Sometimes I give myself too much and they hurt a bit, but that's my choice. Did I just say something that gave you the idea my mom tortured me with painful enemas?" I told her what had just happened before she orgasmed. I was rather surprised when Donna blushed quite brightly, and then she said "Oh.... well that's really something - This is something I've never shared with anyone, ever! I... I must be feeling more comfortable sharing some weird little pieces of my psyche with you than I have ever felt before. OK, what came out there was a piece of a fantasy from WAY long ago, something I haven't even thought of in, like, 20 years. So, we're talking like pre-puberty, for sure. I WANTED my mom to torture me with great, big, steaming hot, burningly soapy enemas, and make my guts just explode all that crap out of me. And, finally, a few years later, she kind of did end up doing that to me. And, I guess that set of enemas purged that fantasy out of my head, until you came along. God, my knees are STILL trembling, what an orgasm!" I had to ask her if she really didn't remember blurting out the "Momma it hurts" stuff, and she said she didn't realize she said it out loud, but, yes, the thought ran through her mind just before that awesome come. After Donna got emptied out, she asked me if I wanted a rinse enema, and if I was up for any more sexual activities. I asked what she had in mind, and she said "There's one thing we haven't done, yet, and my rectum is as clean as it is going to get, if that might give you any ideas!" I had to ask just to make sure she really meant anal sex, and she said "What the hell else could I be talking about?" So, she gave me a fast 3-quart rinse in the knee-chest position on the bathroom floor, and then gently removed the nozzle. After I'd taken a few deep breaths, we moved to the bed, and she got on her hands and knees, as I got behind her and applied some Vaseline to her anus and then inside her rectum. She began to breathe heavily as I lubed her. I then lubed my penis and got behind her. I put my hands on her hips and slowly pressed against her anus, and felt her open herself up to me. I tried to start out slow, but Donna was rocking back and forth and I had to keep up with her. I lay down on her back, and reached under her to squeeze her breasts. She began to moan, and then started to rock her hips and I could feel her pelvic muscles begin to pulsate. I just let go, and had a wonderful orgasm, as her muscles kind of milked me, and I knew she was having a great one, too. She finally lowered herself flat on her face, and just lay there. I was supporting myself with my thighs and arms, and she said "Oh, let me feel your weight, I can take it, and I love that feeling, with you still inside me!" So, I let my muscles relax slowly, not really believing she wanted my full weight on her. I finally was totally relaxed, not supporting myself at all, and she was sighing very happily. After a few minutes, I had to expel the rinse enema, and moved to the pot. I had my eyes closed, but saw the light change, and Donna was kneeling in front of me, with tears streaming down her cheeks. I started to ask what was wrong, but she said "Dave, this is like being in a dream of total bliss, and I keep thinking I'm going to wake up, and find that it was only a dream!I've BEEN dreaming of having a partner like you since I was barely a teen. My emotions are going crazy right now, after waiting so long for somebody I could REALLY talk about all this stuff that's been cooking inside my head for so long!" We lay in bed after I got done on the pot, and talked about the sensations, the kinky desires, the way enemas drive each of us wild. After a bit, Donna said she had to get up early for work, but maybe I'd like a little snack before going to bed. She also suggested I wash myself off so we could have a "quickie" in the morning. After doing all that, we went to bed, and snuggled together all night. It was marvelous just lying next to her, having her press her fantastic body against mine. In the morning, she went and emptied her bladder and then returned and snuggled next to me, and slid herself onto my sleep woody, and we had a nice, quick hump on our sides. I was getting worn out with all these super-intense orgasms, but she seemed to know how to get me off pretty quickly, anyway. She seemed to know how to get herself off quite well, too! The morning routine was pretty much the same as before, except there was no need for any more blood samples. I went over to my place and decided I needed to neaten it up a bit, as I planned to invite Donna over, and then maybe see if she would be interested in moving in with me. As an architect, I had designed and built my own place, that really fit my needs. But, maybe she'd think it was too sterile, too male, or something like that. I got a bit done, but mostly caught myself daydreaming. Pretty soon, I was going to have to get on the ball and produce some professional work, too!That evening, back at Donna's place, she didn't seem to be horny, and did some paperwork and laundry, then cooked dinner, and as we ate, she just chatted away. At one point, I made some vague comment about not being quite so wild as the previous evening, and she said "Well, geez, you don't think I can keep going at the rate of 4 or 5 monster orgasms a day indefinitely, do you? Do you think you could handle it if I did?" I admitted that my reserves of horniness were getting drained, but I was loving it! Donna said "Don't you worry, I haven't for a moment forgotten you are here, and how much you turn me on!" After eating, Donna ushered me to the bedroom, and we undressed each other, which seemed to turn her on quite a bit. (She had removed her bra as soon as she got in, but kept the blouse and slacks she had worn to work. I could see why they wouldn't let her dress like that at the hospital, it was a sight to see!) We snuggled for a while, and I was caressing her breasts until she got quite excited, and then she asked me if I would be interested in anal sex, as we had done vaginal in the morning. I jumped at the offer. She wanted me to get her seriously worked up before I entered her, and she orgasmed immediately when I did. She asked me to rest for a minute, and then we resumed the humping, and she came again as I came in her. Like the first night, she wanted me to stay inside her as long as I could, and she shivered a couple times before she pulled away and rolled over toward me.