The Wheel

The weather was a perfect 83 degrees and the wind felt the same temperature as skin. Lana and I were motoring down the inland waterway towards Florida. We spend one month a year on the boat.

We purchased it three years ago, and still to this day I can't figure out why the determining factor in the sale was that large wheel, you know the kind, from the old ships. When Lana saw that she said this is the one, so here we are, in Georgia somewhere on the inland waterway.

I was standing at the wheel when Lana popped through the companion way smiling and waving a pair of multi-colored spandex shorts, I knew she was in one of her "moods." I took them from her, and as there was no one for miles, removed my baggies and put on the shorts. About ten minutes later she appeared walked slowly behind me and put her arms around my waist, grinding my ass, pushing me into the wheel, all the while blowing and whispering into my ear that it was time to fulfill her needs. After being together for four years I thought I had a pretty good idea how those needs would be taken care of.

She reached in front of me and turned on the autopilot. Turning me around I saw that powerful sly grin that I both hated and loved to see.

"Bend over and grab the handrail."

I did as instructed and looked back. She showed me a silver cigar holder opened it and slid out a four-inch finger sized opaque object.

"I made this just for you, I hope you like it."

She could tell I didn't know what it was, but I had a good idea where it was going.

Lowering my shorts and gently separating my cheeks she cooed, "I'm going to like watching you deal with this."

I didn't know what to expect, it seemed to be very slippery as she slid it up and down my crack and in small circles around my asshole. "Lana what is that?"

She told me that in a chat room on the net someone told her that you can make larger suppositories by melting them and pouring the solution into the finger of a rubber glove to harden.

"I hope you enjoy it sweetie," she said. "I sure am going to enjoy watching you."

With that one smooth motion it was all inside me followed by that wonderful probing finger that pushed it as high as possible. She then slapped my ass and told me to pull up my pants and get back to steering the boat.

At this point I didn't know what to expect from a suppository that large. There was only a slight burning.

Lana sat on one of the cockpit cushions smiling and sipping her drink. "In about 20 minutes," she cooed, "we should know how well these work. My friend on the net swears by them. We'll see, won't we sweetie ?" She sipped so delicately before telling me, "Do NOT take your hands off that wheel until I give you permission."

In less than ten minutes I was gripping that big wheel for dear life while my butt cheeks desperately clenched to keep the suppository inside. Covered in sweat and with my legs shaking I asked Lana if I could please go to the head. I should have known to keep quiet.

Her smile faded to a stern look. "Now you will hold that suppository for a week if it pleases me. But I do give you permission to leave the wheel for a moment to go and get me another glass of wine from below."

I dashed down the companionway straight to the head. It was LOCKED. I should have known. I turned to find her behind me, smiling that wicked smile. "You will keep that suppository up your butt even longer for pulling that stunt."

I returned to the helm carrying her wine while she followed. She took up position behind me when I took the wheel off autopilot. I stood there with my legs and ass cheeks locked while Lana ground her hips into my ass and whispered into my ear how much she needed and wanted me in this condition.

Just as I was becoming too frantic to stand, she handed me the key and I raced down the stairs in no time. Lana's Internet friend was right. That suppository worked very efficiently and I sure hope Lana forgets that recipe!

I didn't return to the deck for half an hour, when I did the sight was astonishing. The boat was on autopilot and Lana was standing there, naked from the waist up. From the waist down she had on a short, sheer white swimming wrap, the only other clothing was her white high heel sandals, and a white scarf holding back her hair. She was also wearing that dominate sly grin and swinging a bulging red rubber enema bag.

"I thought you fell in," she said.

Watching the white foam dripping down the side of that bag, I wish I had.

She hung the bag on a hook, grabbed my wrist and pulled me in front of her. She sat down and always gentle and firm, never forceful, she lowered my shorts. After my suppository ordeal I didn't know what to expect. She removed my shorts and tossed them aside. Then she buckled a narrow leather collar around my neck.

"What's this for?" I asked. She had never done that to me before.

"Be silent, I will explain later," she insisted.

Next she fastened a small leather strap around the base of my penis which was rock hard just from seeing that wry smile. At the bottom of the strap was a metal triangle which she passed under my testicles and pointed the tip toward my ass. When all preparations were done Lana slowly pulled me over her lap. The hairs on my ass stood up as her gentle fingers stroked my cheeks. She whispered in my ear, "This will make me feel a lot better than it will you."

I shuddered. She opened a jar of white cold cream, dipped in her middle finger, and brought it to my -- I thought -- tightly closed hole. I tried my best but she always won, and before I knew it I was pleading for more. Lana's smooth finger slipped in and out of me so many times I was beginning to get dizzy. I am clenching now just telling this story.

She picked up the long colon tube of the enema bag, held my tight cheeks apart, and firmly inserted it, I would guess, about twelve inches. She slightly raised her beautiful ass enough to slide the still soapy bag under her, and sat back down. This time it would be her ass that would supply the pressure to fill me.

Leaning over she huskily whispered, "Fulfill my needs lover," and opened the clamp. With her weight and me being on her knee the pressure was tremendous on my body. Very soon I started begging her to stop the enema.

"Remember this is for me not you," she said, " you have no say whatsoever about MY enema." After a quart she did stop and stroke my back and ass -- I have to admit this woman does know how to give an enema -- and after playfully nibbling on my ear resumed the flow. This was much worse than the Higginson pump which she used on me two days before.

Lana stopped one more time before the bag was drained and turned my head and deeply kissed me. "Stand up, I want you to hold the bag high and finish the rest of MY enema solo."

Cramping terribly I did as I was told.

"Bend over again and grab the handrail." I was soon to find out what those leather straps were for.

Lana slooooowly removed the colon tube. "Don't you dare lose a drop," she said as she tenderly pushed a butt plug up inside me to seal me tight. I stood up as she took another strap and fastened it from my collar over the butt plug and clasped it to the triangle between my legs, adjusting the strap so that the plug could move in and out a little, but not be pushed out completely.

Lana sat down on the cushion, "Put your pants back on sweetie, and steer the boat."

I gingerly pulled up the spandex shorts which were exceptionally tight now, my waist being about six inches larger. That's why she makes me wear them, so she can watch front and back as the enema works on me, and that it did. I'm sure she got a good show watching that butt plug being forced out and then me pushing it back in again.

I had just taken over the helm when I heard the short blast of a siren. Shit! The marine police wanted to do a routine inspection. I slowed and the small 12 foot boat pulled next to us. The officer asked to come aboard and looking down. I saw it was a woman about 35 years old. I looked at Lana, "Did you plan this?"

"No, but it could not have worked out better." she responded. Officer Heath boarded us and looked around. She said this was only a routine inspection for life vests, etcetera. She stopped when she noticed the empty enema bag. "Is someone sick? Do you require medical help?"

That's all Lana needed. I knew she would play this one to the hilt! "I don't know, you had better ask Jay over there. We are not sure if his enema will work or not."

I felt myself turning the deepest shade of red.

Officer Heath sized up the situation and didn't want to be left out. She said, "Is there anything I can do?"

Smiling, Lana said, "Sure you can keep me company while I'm waiting. Jay is not very personable when he is in this predicament."

The humiliation was complete. There I was standing in front of that wheel again holding on for all I was worth. The two of them watched every muscle clench and contract through those spandex shorts, sipping coffee and discussing how long an enema should be held to get the best results.

I could see though that the conversation was having an unusual effect on Lana as she normally didn't show signs of sexual excitement outwardly, but I could see she was about to explode!

After the coffee Lana stood and asked Officer Heath if we passed the inspection. The officer smiled and looked over at me while talking to Lana, "You passed the inspection fine, however from the looks of Captain Jay here, he will be passing a lot more than an inspection real soon. I had better go."

I think I turned purple.

The officer then walked over to Lana and whispered something before turning to leave. They both giggled and Lana said, "I have your card. I will call and let you know the results."

I felt an inch tall. As soon as the officer left Lana went wild, in one swift pull she yanked my shorts off. She pulled me over and lay me on my back on the cushion. I was in pretty bad shape, but was getting a little used to it since I had been holding HER enema for such a long time. She straddled me facing my feet. That was the first time today that I saw her perfect white-skinned ass. Her scent was magnificent and everything about her drove me crazy. She couldn't contain herself any more and she lowered herself on my rock-hard penis.

Lana looked over her shoulder at me and said, "Get ready sweetie, I'm going to show you what those straps are really for." (To this day I cant figure out where she comes up with the ideas for what she does to me. She drives me crazy. That's why I will always be ready to "fulfill her needs"). She reached back and pushed her hand down on me to provide a gentle but steady pressure on my enema-bloated stomach, which in turn caused the butt plug to push out, tightening the strap on my penis, which she said gave her wonderful pressure on her clitoris. Neat huh?

I had never seen her react this way, maybe it was the other woman coming aboard -- I don't know. By now I was forgetting the enema inside my body. In all of my 48 years I had never gone over the edge like this. Lana's juices soaked my thighs and lower stomach and I was drunk on her smell. I don't think Lana had any idea where she was, or cared. She slowed enough to pivot around with me still tightly inside her, and kissed me in such a way that I thought she would suck the life out of me.

That was the first orgasm. It didn't even phase me. I was still hard and going for a second. The second hit fast and I couldn't take any more, and by that time poor wonderful Lana was spent too. She just lay there shaking, completely wet.

She helped me up and guided me to the stern handrail where she quickly removed the straps and pulled the plug from my body. Reaching up she grabbed both sides of my face and gave me another kiss. A kiss I can't explain, one of a kind. That's Lana. I looked down and I was still rock hard and twitching, but so weak I could hardly stand up. She stayed with me stroking my hair and body until I was empty.

Readers, let me tell you if Lana were doing this for a living she could be living like Donald Trump in New York. That may not be a flattering statement, but it is only meant to describe how this woman can take a man beyond all bounds.

It took the both of us, and all our tired efforts, to get the boat anchored in a small cove. We lay together, literally covered in our excitement and slept until the next day.

Lana said she had five orgasms in, pardon the pun, one sitting. It was a wonderful day for the both of us. And to think, we owe it all to the ships wheel.

End