By: Mark Readers of my earlier stories will recall how I became enamored with Trudy when I was in my teens, and how we developed a deep and intimate connection with enemas early in our relationship. In fact, before we were married, enemas and mutual masturbation were the core of our physical relationship. Although Trudy and I were and are both anally erotic, she had a deep personal belief in retaining her virginity until she was married. I respected that at many levels, but in large part I was OK with it because we enjoyed so many different types of sex, and we both orgasm-ed regularly.

Anyway, our love deepened, and after we both graduated from college we were married. Trudy and I planned a honeymoon to Hawaii, and we made sure that some of our watery equipment was included in our suitcases. When we arrived, it had been a hectic day and part of a night at travel, and we decided to delay losing our virginity until the next day. We both dropped into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I awoke from a deep sleep at the feel of Trudy's warm, wet tongue teasing my asshole. I was lying on my stomach. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that Trudy had filled a red-open-top two quart bag to the brim and had hung it on the picture hook over the bed. I smiled and spread my knees even farther apart and urged my bride to give me a couple of quarts. Trudy rolled me back over onto my stomach and straddled my thighs. I could feel her pussy hairs rubbing against the lower thigh of my right leg, and she was clearly getting aroused, since I could feel her heat and moisture getting more intense. Snapping off the top of a jar of Vaseline, Trudy hooked her index finger into the jar. Separating my ass cheeks, Trudy gently teased my asshole, then slowly finger fucked my willing sphincter for several minutes. Finally, she grasped the douche nozzle and slipped it up my waiting anus. Trudy snapped the valve, and the warm, soapy invasion commenced. I took it all without a break, then headed to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, I had emptied. My asshole and my whole insides felt tingly and clean, and I was wide awake. I returned to the bedroom to find my lovely virgin bride lying naked, face down on the sheets, legs slightly spread and a pillow under her hips. I eased down behind her, then leaned over Trudy and started kissing and licking her from the back of her neck, down her flawless back to the top of her buttocks, then I started at the back of her ankles and worked my way back up to the back of her upper thighs. By then, Trudy was moaning and rhythmically flexing her gorgeous ass up into the air, begging for attention there. Slowly, I grasped her incredible moons, spread them slowly apart, and started breathing warm air directly onto her incredible anus. I stuck my tongue out slightly and made contact, then Trudy immediately hunched her butt backward, encouraging me to penetrate her rectum. Slowly, I did so, then commenced an in and out motion with my tongue.

After a few minutes, I took the enema bag to the bathroom, cleaned off the nozzle, then filled it up with two quarts of warm, soapy water, Returning to the bedroom, I found Trudy in the same position, but I saw that she was so anxious for her enema that she had already lubricated her own asshole. It gleamed in the sunlight which was shining through the skylight. Not wanting to tease her any more, I I drove the douche nozzle slowly and insistently into her hungry rectum. Trudy purred with contentment when I snapped the clamp, and she voluptuously moved her hips up and down as she filled. Like me, she took it all in one uninterrupted flow. When the bag emptied, I pulled out the nozzle, and Trudy daintily hopped off the bed and exited for the bathroom.

Ten minutes or so later, she reappeared, wearing nothing but a rapturous smile on her face. Trudy told me how much she loved me for waiting all those years before deflowering her, and especially for not having rushed intercourse last night, when we were both tired. "We've waited for years, darling. Now I want you to make me a woman!"

Having devoured sex manuals and having done everything short of actual intercourse, Trudy and I were not fumbling novices. Years before, Trudy had deflowered herself with a vibrator, so when I finally entered her, there was no pain. It was, however, a magical moment. Although Trudy did not climax the first time I entered her, she loved feeling my sperm enter her, and when I hardened the second time just minutes later, Trudy responded with an incredibly powerful orgasm of her own. After ordering in some food, we continued experimenting with intercourse for the rest of the day and well into the night. Surprisingly, we were so intent on practicing intercourse, that we ignored enemas for the rest of the day.

The next day, we finally got out of bed, got dressed, exited out room, and headed for the beach. Within minutes of discarding our robes and exposing out bodies to the sun, the sight of Trudy in her green bikini had stimulated me to the point where I wanted to head right back to the room. But Trudy decided to tease me. She leaned over and whispered into my ear, "If you give me another hour, I'll let you give me the biggest enema of my life as soon as we get back."

An hour had passed. Trudy and I had enjoyed a nice late morning of sun bathing on one of Hawaii's best beaches.

My favorite moments had been when my sexy, tanned bride asked me to rub lotion onto her back and thighs. There was nobody else in the sheltered cove we had found. As Trudy luxuriated on the towel with her pert buttocks upturned, I straddled her thighs, scooped some oil onto my hands, and started kneading it into her shoulders. I could almost hear her purr. Slowly , I worked my way down to her waist, just to the top of her skimpy bikini. By now, she was moving rhythmically up and down, and it was obvious she was starting to get turned on by my caresses.

By now, my hard on seemedf intent on ripping through my own skimpy thong bikini, and it was pressing between her trembling thighs. I abandoned her back and started lathering up the back of her calves, slowly working up to the juncture between the back of her thighs. By the time I brushed against the crotch of her bikini, I could see a large wet spot forming. I decided to tease her a little bit more. Uncapping the lotion jar, I covered my index finger, then slithered it under her bikini. I started sliding my oily finger up and down her ass crack, gradually working it into her moist furrow. Reaching her rose bud, I teased her for a while, then slo-o-o-o-o-ly started to penetrate her asshole. I could hear her breathing quicken, and she started humping her butt and hips up off the towel.

I hunched myself over Trudy's back, slid my chest over her oily back and whispered into her ear, "I think it's time for your enema!" Trudy was so turned on she couldn't talk. I stood up, gathered up our beach stuff, then pulled her to her feet. We raced back into our vacation house.

Trudy headed straight to the shower, just to rinse off the sand. I headed straight for our suitcases to retrieve some of our enema toys. She had promised me she'd try to take the largest enema she'd ever had, so I pulled out my four quart black monster, then attached latex amber tubing, a heavy dury clamp and a huge, penis-shaped nozzle with an extension handle. I was determined to give her the enema reaming of her life! Trudy was returning from the shower. When she saw the toys in my hands, her eyes opened wide. But I could see them sparkle in anticipation.

In the bathroom, I set the water at just the right warm temperature, then filled the gallon bag to the brim and let the air out of the hose and nozzle. Retrieving the jar of Vaseline, I lugged the bulging bag to the bedroom and hung it on a coat rack that we'd placed next to the king-sized bed. Trudy had assumed a classic knee-chest position, with her perfect legs splayed wide apart. Her neatly trimmed pussy was wet, drops of her excitement collected on her pussy hairs. Moving behind her, I dropped my own swimming suit and teased her dripping pussy with my ramrod stiff cock. I dipped an inch or two into her dripping pussy, pulling out each time. By now, her asshole was winking at me, seemingly begging for attention. Trudy was by now gasping for breath, and she whispered, "oh, give me the enema now!! I want you to fuck me soon, but I need the enema even more right now!!"

Taking a generous amount of Vaseline, I slowly spread it up and down the crack of her ass, then spread some of it all across the luscious globes until they glistened with lubrication. By now, Trudy was frantic. Her legs were spread wide, her knees up almost to her shoulders and her but waving back and forth in anticipation of my magic wand. Finally concentrating on the target, I slid one, then two fingers deeply into her hungry asshole and started massaging her thirsty rectum. By now she was groaning. "Reach back and spread 'em," I told her. Trudy eagerly spread her oily globes wide, and her asshole opened up in anticipation of the eight-inch enema tube I was holding.

As I slowly slid the monster deep into my bride's willing bowels, she sighed in contentment. "I've never wanted an enema so bad in my life," she whispered. "Now, give me all of it!" At those words, I snapped open the clamp and started fucking her slowly with the flesh-colored enema prick. Within a minute or two, I had the whole eight inches buried deep into her rectum, and Trudy was just sucking up her quarts.

As Trudy filled up, I watched in rapture as her tight, flat stomach slowly filled out, then almost drooped to the towel on the bed. At three quarts, she was writhing in discomfort. I snapped the clamp and asked if she could take any more. By then, she was sweating, but she gasped, "I'll try." I opened up the clamp and watched in awe as my darling wife struggled to take in the last quart. As the last quart drained the bag dry, I shoved the nozzle deep into her bowels as the bag flattened.

Incredibly, Trudy had taken the whole four quarts, and she couldn't wait to unload. Easing my bloated wife off the bed, I followed her into the bathroom with the prick still buried to its hilt. I pulled up the seat of the john, then instructed her to straddle the bowl, then slowly pulled the invader from her thoroughly reamed butt. Trudy slumped onto the rim of the toilet and let go with a torrent of water, clear at first, then quickly changing in color. Moving to the sink, I cleaned off the nozzle prick as Trudy squirted, farted and emptied.

I then returned to the bedroom to let her finish up in private. As I fantasized about what she might do to me when she came out, my prick took on the character of a diamond drill. A few minutes later, my bronzed, naked Trudy triumphantly entered the bedroom holding the same black monster, filled to the brim. I knelt at the edge of the bed, awaiting my own enema. Trudy had chosen an amber, double-inflatable nozzle, and she thoroughly greased my butthole, reaming me with one, two, and finally three fingers. She then slipped the inflatable nozzle into me, inflated both bulbs, and I anxiously waited for my own watery invasion.

I heard the snap, followed by the first exquisite gush of hot water. I was so turned on that pre-cum dripped in an unbroken string from the end of my throbbing cock onto the towel. Four quarts tumbled into my expanding gut, as Trudy made me take the whole load without a break. Filled to bursting, I panted as the final drops trickled in and the bag collapsed.

Groaning in discomfort, yet incredibly turned on, I staggered to the bathroom with Trudy following me with the spent equipment. Trudy positioned me over the toilet, then released the valves. Once the inflatable nozzle flattened, I sat down, but facing my turned-on bride as I began to expel. I told Trudy to straddle my lap. She slid down on top of me, taking my whole throbbing seven inches into her sopping cunt in one motion. As I emptied my bowels, we fucked frantically and climaxed simultaneously as my last splashes hit the bowl.

Thoroughly spent, Trudy pulled herself off my lap, then I flushed and cleaned up my pulsating asshole as Trudy tended to the inflatable nozzle nozzle and bag.

We were both exhausted, and we collapsed on the bed for an afternoon nap and slept most of the lazy afternoon away. When we woke up at dinner time, we were both famished, having skipped lunch. After a couple of drinks and a romantic dinner, we retired to our room, ready for more enema adventures. Having experienced just about every enema adventure we could imagine, I suggested we try giving each other enemas while we were having sex. Trudy glimmered with anticipation at trying the idea, and we filled two big three quart bags, then stealthily entered the enclosed, private swimming pool area outside the bedroom doors. Hanging both bags, equipped with inflatable nozzle nozzles, onto a hook next to the diving board, I whispered to Trudy that she should lie down on the lounge chair and draw her knees up to her chest. After she did so, I generously lubricated both inflatable nozzle nozzles and handed one to her. As I worked my stiff cock into her well-lubricated cunt, we both slid the inflatable nozzle nozzles into each other's behinds, then pumped up the balloons. When we were both finished, I started to fuck Trudy slowly, as we both unsnapped the clamps. Slowly, Trudy and I luxuriously fucked and filled. I loved the luscious bliss of our enema-filled bellies sliding sensuously against each other. After we were both filled and the bags flattened, we snapped off the clamps, released the balloons, and pulled the Inflatable nozzles out of each other's well-lubricated holes. As we moved rhythmically together just before our climaxes, I started pumping Trudy's pulsating asshole with my middle finger. Picking up the hint, Trudy did the same to me. "Let's just let go," I gurgled. Looking lovingly into my eyes, Trudy just nodded. As her cunt began squeezing my taut cock in orgasm, I could feel Trudy's flood gushing out around my finger. I began spraying the poolside concrete with the contents of my bowels as I climaxed frantically into my darling wife.

Never had an enema fuck felt so complete! It seemed as if we both climaxed for five minutes as we emptied and came. We had a mess to hose off the next morning. Thank goodness our neighbors were sound sleepers. I think. If any had been voyeurs, they would have seen one hell of a show.

Five years have passed, and Trudy and I now have a beautiful four year old daughter. Our sex life couldn't be better, and we have come up with all sorts of new enema games to keep it spiced up. Thankfully, Trudy's imagination is at least as active as mine. Maybe I'll describe some of our new inventions in another installment!