It was evident that Ursula seemed a bit troubled this evening. I had seen her many times at the checkout counter of a major pharmacy chain nearby. I usually made it a point to go through her lane simply because I liked the appearance of this young woman. She had a round face, long blonde hair which was in bangs over her forehead and was always cute and, in my middle-aged mind, very sexy and cheerful. Tonight she seemed different, however. Ursula was pouty and seemed to be not well. As I approached her in my line she greeted me as usual but was definitely not at ease tonight. Ursula was a Swedish exchange student at the University who was working her way through college by working evenings at a pharmacy and we had become, shall I say, kind of friendly.

I was a bit uncomfortable this evening for I found it necessary to purchase an enema set up to replace my old one which had gotten old and worn out from repeated usage. It was strange to go through any drug store clerk's line with this rather private package, but even more so because I was acquainted with this very young woman from my previous visits.

"Al, how are you this evening?" I responded rather vaguely that all was well. Upon seeing my purchase, Ursula seemed to blush just slightly. I too was embarrassed because it was obvious as to the intent of the item I placed on the counter. Ursula avoided, I must confess, my lustful gaze.

I was alone in line by now, no one behind me, when this delightful young thing made a comment to me. At first I didn't quite hear her and had to say, "Pardon? "She flushed red and leaned over toward me, almost whispering in my ear. "Will this help a person..." By now she was red with embarrassment, "Will this help a person who is constipated?"

Taken aback and aroused at the same time, I collected my scrambled thoughts! "Ah, well, yes. It does help if a person is in that condition, "I managed to blurt out, terribly embarrassed myself by now. She seemed to be less flustered and leaned over toward me. "Look, Al, I have known you for several months now and maybe I could talk to you about this problem I have. I get off in a half hour and maybe we could talk," Ursula said in her Swedish accent. By now, I was completely shocked, aroused and utterly astounded. This cute young thing had, for whatever reason, had taken it upon herself to approach me about the enema which I had need to buy. How old was this girl? What would my wife think? What could she possibly want to know? I waited in the parking lot...

I left the pharmacy, but not before promising young Ursula that I would meet her at my van in the parking lot very shortly. I shopped at another store for a half hour or so and headed out to my vehicle. Sure enough, as the lights were being turned off in the drug store, Ursula appeared at the door, purse in hand but also carrying a small bag of an item which she had evidently purchased before leaving for the night. I waved to her and could see this lovely nubile blonde creature approaching. Oh to be twenty years younger, I mused slyly.

Ursula opened the passenger door and sat down, still uneasy and distraught. "Al," she said, "I noticed what you bought tonight, "referring to the enema. "I have a personal problem and you are the only older person I know that I might talk to about it," she said in her Swedish accent. "I am not able to go to the bathroom. You know, I'm constipated. I have tried some laxatives and even bought a new type before I left, but I don't think it will help either. I don't know what to do, I feel so uncomfortable and packed down there," as she patted her lower abdomen. She paused, began to blush and haltingly spoke, "My mother used to give me an enema when I got this way, but she is far away, back home in Sweden. I don't know how to do this to myself. Always someone has given this to me. I need an enema badly, Al. Maybe you or your wife can do the enema for me. You can help me, perhaps?"

Ursula's nervousness had made it difficult for her to even speak reasonable English for she grasped for words in her awful embarrassment. She could not even look at me as she spoke. Tears were in her eyes. I, of course, was utterly astounded by this young girl's confession and plea for help. Moreover, I found myself becoming sexually aroused. Was I to pounce like a deviant, the male animal I truly was, or play the role of the kind middle-aged gentleman helping this poor exchange student pouring her heart out to me in distress? Certain parts of my body tingled and my mind raced into a fantasy world. I came to my senses, however, and patted her on the shoulder to calm this young thing, who was now sobbing.

"Now, now, Ursula. Don't worry. Everything will be OK. I'm sure Mrs. Bradford and I will be able to help you somehow. Don't cry, Honey, everything will be just fine, "I said in my most fatherly voice, attempting to dismiss the urges welling up in my groin. Good God, the possibilities...I hope she didn't notice the bulge in my pants. "Listen, today is Friday and you don't have classes tomorrow. Why not spend the weekend at our home as our guest. You need some attention and care. I know we can help."

Ursula accepted my offer to spend the weekend with my wife and myself. I called home to clear things and told my wife some of the story. DeeDee, who has a fascination with enemas was not at all threatened by the concept of us helping young Ursula and, in fact, seemed a bit turned on by the idea. Needless to say, I was elated! I drove Ursula to the University to pick up a few things and then went on to my home. Our drive was mostly silent except for a few questions from me. I ascertained that she was only eighteen, very mature for her age, but very homesick too. Further, in her family it turned out that enemas were common practice for various ailments including her present plugged up condition. But without her Mother (or Dad, for that matter) she had never been able to muster the courage to try one on herself. I assured her that my wife DeeDee and I would be delighted to help her out. What an under- statement!

We arrived at my home to find DeeDee with some warm soup and tea for Ursula to refresh herself with. My wife put her arm around Ursula and escorted her to the table. I excused myself to the bathroom and assembled the enema which I had just purchased and located some Vaseline and fresh towels. It was all I could do not to masturbate on the spot at the thought of what might soon happen.

When I returned to the kitchen it was apparent that DeeDee and Ursula had become fast friends, as my wife held her little hands in her own and soothed her. “Come on Ursula, Let's get you ready right now. I'll give you an enema and Al will help." I about came in my pants, at this comment. Somehow I detected some sexual overtones in DeeDee's voice.

Ursula was led into the bedroom by my wife as I hesitantly stood around in the doorway, not wanting to get Ursula too embarrassed. My wife helped Ursula off with her blouse and jeans. She asked about my being present to assist only to find that Ursula's Mother and Father often both gave her enemas. I was to stay!

Ursula sat on the bed clad in her sexy little bra and panties. DeeDee herself changed into a bathrobe and it occurred to me to do the same. My wife looked at me with some sort of nonverbal communication and eye contact which indicated that it was time for me to get the enema ready. This I promptly did and held the new red bag, now obscenely bloated with warm water and some liquid soap. By now DeeDee had Ursula completely undressed, covered only by a thick white terry cloth towel draped over her shoulders. Her eyes opened wider as she saw the full enema bag and jar of Vaseline in my other hand along with the new white nozzle. DeeDee kissed Ursula on the cheek and said, “Come here, sweetheart, we'll take care of you."

The enema was ready and Ursula was too. My wife suggested that I sit on the edge of our bed and that Ursula lay across my lap as DeeDee administered the enema. My heart pounded as young Ursula draped herself over my knees. I reached over and held her thighs securely lest she fall off and slipped a pillow under her head. Her legs rested on the bed to my right. DeeDee had dragged the exercise bike from the other side of the room and hung the full enema bag on the handlebars. She knelt at Ursula's side and removed the lid of the Vaseline jar. She dipped her index finger into the jar and brought out a substantial gob of it which she carefully placed right between Ursula's somewhat ample cheeks. I felt the girl quiver a bit as DeeDee slowly spread the Vaseline in the fleshy valley and pushed her finger even further. I patted Ursula lovingly on her thighs and stroked her hair as DeeDee slipped her finger into the anus of this delightful young creature who had suddenly entered our lives. Ursula's body tensed briefly as my wife's finger entered her anus to spread the lubrication inward, but she soon relaxed and uttered a contented sigh and seemed to push back against DeeDee's intruding finger. It was evident that this child enjoyed the sensation of something entering this part of her body.

DeeDee continued this anal massage for a minute or two, stopping once to apply more Vaseline to Ursula's moving bottom. A quick glance at DeeDee convinced me that she too was getting turned-on by the events unfolding in our very own bedroom. Ursula seemed to be stimulating herself on my wife's thrusting finger.

By now, my penis was erect and pushing against Ursula's young body through my bathrobe. DeeDee, sensing this obvious situation, simply smiled demurely as she reached for the enema hose. Gently, my wife spread Ursula's soft cheeks and slowly inserted the nozzle deeply into the young girl's rectum. I felt a quiver of relaxation against me as DeeDee now released the flow of warm soapy water. My wife seemed mesmerized as she watched the nozzle she held between Ursula's parted buttocks.

By now, I had a raging erection which pushed out of the bathrobe and planted itself securely against Ursula's patch of blonde pubic hair. My fears about this matter quickly were lost as I felt the young girl begin to move her thighs and squeeze against the head of my cock. The enema had aroused Ursula terribly, for I began to feel her natural juices flowing between us as she masturbated herself on me. Soon she was thrusting on my lap and moaning between her pauses for deep breaths to ease cramps. I could feel her distended stomach against me.

DeeDee gave me a glance which I had not seen for a number of years. My wife was terribly aroused by the sight unfolding before us. Her face was lustful yet in no way jealous as Ursula thrust against my erect penis.

The enema was now empty and DeeDee slowly withdrew the nozzle. By now, this young girl was moaning in ecstasy and seemed about to have an orgasm. I too was not far from my own climax. As this was happening DeeDee sensed the possibility of Ursula losing all control and inserted her middle finger into Ursula's anus to prevent an accident on our bed. This drove the young girl beyond the point of no return. She cried out loudly and pumped on my lap, eagerly pushing herself on my erect manhood. DeeDee held her bottom securely with her finger as Ursula tensed repeatedly as she gyrated on my lap. Her body became ridged as she squeezed on my cock in the throes of orgasm. DeeDee felt the rhythmic contractions on her finger as Ursula reached her climax pumping on my cock. This was more than I could stand and I felt my sperm shooting out between the folds of her labia. Ursula moaned with uncontrollable pleasure as she came, not once but several times. As I looked toward DeeDee. I saw her free hand at her crotch and her face grimaced as my wife fingered herself to orgasm.

The entire scene was beyond belief in my experience. My wildest fantasies were now reality as my own wife and I reached new sexual peaks along with the young girl who came into our world. All of us remained stunned and still at our sexual peaks for a few moments before we regained awareness of what had just happened. Slowly we realized that Ursula still held the enema and was in serious need of expelling the soapy water which brought this all about. Oblivious to all were the details of reality or the significance of this drama to our relationship. DeeDee and I helped Ursula up and escorted her to the bathroom. We sat the poor girl on the toilet and held her lovingly. Ursula was in a trance. In just a moment we felt her bottom open and heard the first sounds of the water squirting out of her rectum hissing into the toilet. She breathed a sigh of relief and held us quietly for a moment. Suddenly we heard the plops of her bowel movement splashing into the water as she groaned in relief. DeeDee kissed her on the cheek and reassured her that is was all OK and that we would take care of her. Ursula expelled more of the constipated matter which troubled her young abdomen. She uttered a cry of relief as a sudden stream of impacted stool hit the toilet beneath her young body. DeeDee and I held Ursula tenderly all the while and caressed her perspiring face. Ursula began to cry.

Ursula's tears were those of immense release...of the large amount of stool which she finally was able to empty into the toilet, of the shattering sexual orgasm which she had previously, and of the very unusual relationship which had just developed between the three of us. The girl had taken to DeeDee and myself in a parental way, yet there was obviously more to it than this. My wife and I also were shocked at how turned on we were with this third person entering our own very private world of sexual variations with enemas. We surprised each other with the intensely erotic events which had just taken place.

"Oh, Al and DeeDee, please forgive me. Please...this is terrible. I am so embarrassed. I couldn't help myself. This has never happened before. Only my mother and father gave me enemas and I never, ever did anything like this. I'm so sorry." We tried to calm the girl. Now her tears were of total humiliation as she regained some sense of reality, still being held by us both as she sat on the toilet. DeeDee soothed her anxiety and helped Ursula wipe herself thoroughly. The toilet was flushed for the fourth and final time since this all began a half hour ago.

The bathroom fan had worked overtime for the air did not smell badly at all. We helped her up, still very much naked from earlier. Carefully, Ursula stepped into the shower which DeeDee started for the girl. We stood nearby still in our bathrobes as the hot water soothed Ursula 's relieved body. We kissed and reached for each other's crotches for a little mutual pleasure and managed to get quite horny by the time Ursula had finished her shower. DeeDee helped her dry off and found a robe for her to wear. Without thinking about it in the slightest, we all walked back into our bedroom. DeeDee and I pulled the covers back and as though we had been doing this for years, all slipped in bed with Ursula between us! We gazed at this beautiful young creature and both drew close to her body with ours. I kissed her tenderly on the lips and DeeDee did the same. Ursula eagerly responded. We all knew that this was the beginning of a beautiful and very unique long-term relationship.