Author: Anonymous

Pam had moved in with me on the spur of the moment. Her roomie’s I mom had suddenly died and because there was no one to care for the roomie’s ill father she moved home leaving Pam alone. Pam could not afford the rent and utilities by herself and one day I found her crying at her desk. As I knelt beside her chair I asked her what was wrong and the story tumbled out. Instinctively I invited her to move in with me. [My college room mate called me a “bleeding heart.”]

We had been on a couple of dates before all this transpired but we had not enjoyed any serious “romance.” As the weeks of living together went by and we became better friends, one rainy night we snuggled on the couch and I ended up back in my bed which I had given to Pam. In the morning she pressed her soft body against me and thanked me for being so gentle with her. From than night on we were lovers.

We had been together for four months when I came home one evening, looked at the table and knew something was wrong. Pam got off work before I usually did. She was hourly and I was salaried. She always had supper on and the table set, often with a fresh flower in a vase between our plates. But this particular night the silver ware was in a pile on two stacked plates and the table was in disarray. I knew something was troubling my Pam.

My “Hi sweet! What’s up?” was greeted with silence. My bent to anxiety kicked in and I began to wonder what I had done. As I was making a “fearless mental inventory,” Pam’s soft voice got my attention: “Oh, Ted… I am in a real fix! I have my annual doctor’s appointment tomorrow and Dr. Henry’s nurse called me at work today and said that because of my family history I need to have a rigid sigmoidoscopy exam tomorrow.” My immediate response was to assure her that it was a bit uncomfortable but no big deal. Pam surprised me when she replied: “I know, it’s just the prep! When the nurse told me to drink castor oil and lots of water I panicked. I throw up when I take a laxative! I hate to throw up!!! That’s why I don’t drink a lot of beer or schnapps. What am I going to do?”

Pam looked so pathetic standing in the kitchen. I went to her, put my arms around her and as I held her she began to softly cry. “Hey, hey… there is something else you can do. I can give you enemas until you are clear. That’s what I did last year when I had to have my kidneys x-rayed and they wanted me to take a laxative.” Pam moved away from my chest and looked up at me and with big eyes said: “Really! I could do that. It’s been years since I had an enema but I would take enemas all night if I didn’t have to drink a laxative!”

Smiling, but with a growing erection and racing heart I tried to be nonchalant as I said: “I will give you easy little enemas until you are squeaky clean and ready for the scope if you want.” Pam kissed me and said: “I really love you.”

I set the table and we ate dinner. Afterwards we cleaned up the kitchen and watched our favorite TV show. Then Pam snuggled up and asked: “When should we start the enemas?” “Well, you could take one now to get things going, so to speak, and then space a couple out until you are clear. That’s what I did.” Looking at me with all the trust Pam said: “OK! Do you want me in the bathroom?” I nodded and said: “Why don’t you put on one of my long tailed T-shirts and join me the bathroom.”

By the time she had undressed I had run the water until it was warm, poured some Castile soap into the partially filled open topped bag I had kept hidden from Pam. I was sitting on the toilet lid waiting for Pam. I had also taken off my clothes except for a T-shirt and boxers. Entering the bathroom I noticed a little flush in her cheeks as she asked: “How do you think I should be? What’s the best position to take an enema at my age?” I suggested she be on her hands and knees and she immediately “assumed the position.”

We had only engaged in minimal anal play up until that moment so as I lightly held my index and middle finger tips just between her “back and front doors” to keep the KY from running away. Pam squirmed a bit as I worked my two fingers ever so slightly into her rectum and she moaned and pressed back against my hand.

After she had accepted the nozzle and I had partially opened the clamp she moaned louder and asked if I would rub her tummy. I willingly did and in a matter of a few minutes she had accepted the enema. I asked if she could hold it for a while and she enthusiastically said: “Yes!” Finally my lust for Pam got the best of me and I reached through her legs and was surprised to find her very wet. It was an impulse to be certain but I found myself playing with her clit and she responded by quickly having an orgasm.

As her breathing returned to normal she arched her back, groaned and said: “I have to go.” I tried to talk her into holding her first enema a little longer but she protested: “I can’t! You can give me another bigger soapy one when I am done emptying this one.”

And so as I left her on the potty to empty her enema and whatever else had been inside of her I contemplated the next move. When I returned to the bathroom after she called out to me, I found Pam washing her self with a warm wash. Her greeting was curious: “Let’s go snuggle for a few minutes and then I want you to give me a BIG warm soapy enema.”

Well needless to say Pam took a full two quarts lying on her left side and back. She really strained to take all the water but she did and she did not hold it for more than a minute after I took out the nozzle. It also took her longer to empty it and when I rubbed her back on our bed she said: “I bet I need to rinse but I’d like to make love first. You are so tender that I am really horny!”

We had learned to play a game at night when we went to bed. It was simply “rock, paper, scissors.” The winner got to pick “top or bottom.” We made love usually every night for a long time and often had a quickie in the morning or after work. I asked Pam what she wanted to do and she merely put her hand over my mouth, pushed he back onto the bed and mounted me and moved in her slow sensual way until she moaned, shuddered and came with lots of hard groans. She picked up the pace and then suddenly stopped thrusting her hips against me and with wide eyes announced “I gotta go! The enema is still working!!!”

When she came back we finished making love with me behind her and on our sides. We dozed and then I prepared a warm rinse enema with a teaspoon of baking soda in it. She held it for a few minutes and then after expelling I gave her a second rinse that was cooler that any to date. The alarm went off earlier than usual and I got up prepared a warm quart and half rinse and Pam took it in our bed.

I offered to take her to her Doctor’s appointment but she declined saying she wanted me to keep all the time off for vacation. When I got home a nice rose greeted me on the table along with a warm hug from Pam. She shared that her appointment had gone very well and that her doctor was pleased to pronounce her in perfect health. I asked how the sigmoidoscopy had gone and she replied it had been a little pressure but she thought it was OK.

That night in bed after we had luxuriated in each other’s arms Pam asked me to turn the lights out. In the dark she softly said: “Ted, last night when you were playing with me and giving me my enemas I pretended we were have sex back here.” And with that Pam took my hand and pressed it into her bottom that was still a little slippery from the insertion of the scope. Then she softly said: “Please!”

We had not talked about anal sex let alone done anything outside of my softly and briefly rubbing her. She added, still whispering: “You could give me an enema to make certain I am clean for you and then we could have so much fun.” I held my lady in my arms and suggested we wait till Friday night when we didn’t have to get up the next morning. Pam agreed and when I asked her why this sudden fascination, she softly replied: “Last night you had me so sensitive back there! I swear I nearly came when you touched me!

And so that’s how we began what I now call the “Great Anal Adventures of Pam!”