Author: Rick1616

I have from time-to-time helped out neighbors with electrical and plumbing problems. I don’t charge much and everyone is aware of my skills and good service. It was not surprising when a lady or my street asked me to check out a plumbing issue with her bathroom sink drain. I told her of my extra busy schedule that week but agreed to stop by about 9PM that night which I thought was rather late. She was willing to wait and I agreed.

I brought my basic tools and rang her bell. She came to the door in a sweat suit and thanked me for coming by. Her tall slender figure was not enhanced by the sweat suit. However, for an early 50’s lady, she looked pretty good with small but noticeable breasts and shapely hips. She told me there was a small leak under the sink and told me to go on back to the bathroom. The bathroom was larger than I would have guessed for her small two bedroom ranch. It had a nice size vanity across from the tub with the toilet in behind a privacy wall at the end of the room. She entered the room with me and pointed out the leak. While I knelt in front of the vanity, I looked into the mirror above the vanity simply because it was hard to avoid. For the most part, I saw the shower curtain and then—what’s that? The shower curtain was away from the end a foot or so to reveal a full enema bag hanging from the faucet. The hose was wrapped around showing an enema nozzle---somehow I would not have been surprised if it were a douche nozzle. There was a small bench in the room where she sat down and kept talking to me.

My eyes kept going to the bag and nozzle—she must have caught my glances. She felt compelled to explain. She indicated that she didn’t want to do anything in the bath until I checked out the plumbing. She said this was her night for an enema and a nice relaxing bath.

There it was…the “E” word just spoken and hanging right there in the air. I didn’t know quite what to say. I responded with ---“you should be able to use everything in just a couple of minutes.” The leak was a simple fix and I shortly announced everything was now OK.

Then came---“Do you know much about enemas?” Being a closet Klizmo, I knew plenty but wasn’t ready to put all that info out there to her. “Sure I said, I was an orderly in a hospital during college.”

“Great…maybe you can answer some questions for me!” I was taken back by her aggressive unabashed pursuit of the subject. “I have been just laying in the tub on my back, filling myself up and then jumping out to the toilet and letting go-That’s what my friend told me to do--is that really the best way?”

Oh my gosh—what to do now. “Are you getting results –are you looking for something more…?

“I can get things moving---but never really that empty feeling I keep expecting—I been doing these for about 6 months based on her recommendation.”

“Well, I would personally recommend the knee-chest position…how much water do you take?”

“Less than half a bag…I don’t know if I can do that knee-chest thing…Maybe I could just lay on the floor on my side.”

That would work too---but you really need to take most of that bag.

“You’ve got to be kidding…I cramp up with just a pint or so.”

“Really…you have to get more into you… take your time…get in a better position… relax…let the water flow high into your colon…give nature a little helping hand.” More questions were sent my way…ten minutes passed quickly.

An uncomfortable long pause and a stare right at me. “This is awkward…I can’t believe I am going to do this…but would you help me? Just once?”

My prick was going to attention quickly. “Well, I was quite expecting that…if you’re OK with that, then so am I.

The thank you was long and gracious. We had a discussion over the best spot in the bathroom. We had a bigger discussion of how discrete this whole thing was going to be. I took my tools out to her front room and came back in. She had more questions and I just took over and told her to get some lube out. I asked her to hand me the enema bag so I could refill it. Even more questions awaited me but the big question in my mind was “Why was she placing so much trust in me?” I refilled the bag with warm water and included a cap of shampoo. She stood by watching everything. I saw a tube of A-D ointment in a drawer and picked that up. She looked puzzled but didn’t ask about it. I asked if she had any exam type gloves and she had some which were kept with her hair coloring stuff. I positioned the bag on a towel rack, let the air out, and got a warm (slightly hot) wash cloth at the ready. I folded a large towel for a kneeling pad and placed in the spot we had discussed. I looked at her and she stared back. “It looks like we’re ready?” she summarily said.

Without hesitation she turned away from me and lowered her sweat suit pants and only a pair of peach colored panties remained. She hung up the pants and turned toward me. She was nervous. With a quiver in her voice she said,” It’s time for me to take off my panties.” She looked up at me and then down to the floor. “I’m having trouble getting undressed.”

“Do you want me to look away?”

Then, she just let the panties slide down to her knees. She looked up at me and then she let them drop to the floor. She reached down and picked them up and laid them on the vanity pretending that she was not bothered by her bottom half nudity. Her bush was so full I saw nothing but a brown dense patch of pubic hair. I tried not to stare.

I told her of the importance to relax and said under the circumstances, I wanted to make sure she was completely relaxed before the enema. With a puzzled look on her face, she indicated that would be the OK thing to do. So I had her kneel on the floor and I took up a position behind her. She knelt down keeping her knees tight together and sat back on her heels. I felt her intense stare as I put on her undersized latex exam gloves. She continued to express doubts about doing this. She wondered if we should really do this. I just let her talk. Finally, she got on all fours. I now looked at her bare ass right in front of me. She turned around and looked at me as I took the warm wash cloth and applied it to her anus. Her full bush of hair blocked direct eye contact with her vagina and anus. I asked her to move her knees a few inches apart. Applying some pressure to her anal area, I could feel the anal indentation and she let out a sigh as I pressed the cloth firmly against her butt. She told me how the warm washcloth was relaxing for her. I stood and went to the sink and refreshed the warm cloth and repeated applying it directly to her anus again. I put some of the A-D ointment on my middle finger and gently spread the cheeks of her butt. For the first time, I could clearly see her anus and applied of the white ointment directly on her anal sphincter using circular but not penetrating motions. Her anal area was perfect and my excitement was increasing. She looked back at me once again. I explained that this would help protect this very delicate area. She kept telling me she was so happy that I knew what I was doing. I had pre-warmed the KY and I now spread one cheek and with a nice dollop warm KY, pressed it on her anus. I kept up little circular movements and felt her eyes looking back upon me. I looked directly into her eyes, and then I slowly slid my finger into her relaxed anus to the second knuckle. There was a slight gasp as I slid my finger in but she had a pleasing look for me. The warmth of her rectum was surprising and exciting. I left my finger inside her and felt her tighten and relax against it. I put my hand on her lower back and told her to go down on her elbows which she did quickly

After a few more seconds, I slowly withdrew my finger and then turned my attention to lubing the nozzle. With my left hand I grabbed as much of her left butt cheek as I could then pinched her to expose her anal area the best I could. Her anus was nicely visible and the KY residue on top of the white A-D ointment was glistening. The nozzle slid in without resistance. I held in about an inch or so and then after a few moments pushed it in all the way and held it firmly in place. Politely I said, “Here we go!”

I let the clamp go and let the water flow for 10 seconds and then pinched the tube. I repeated this process of flow and pinch several times and she indicated she could barely feel anything. I explained that slow was the secret. She looked back at me several times as I was holding the nozzle in place. Then, she just let her head rest on her hands. She did experience some cramps and I had her return to being on her hands and knees. She rubbed her tummy and then went back down.

Now that she just remained fully down and her butt high in the air, her pubic hair stretched out. I took in a view of a nearly perfect clam shell vagina and dark brown anus. I was way too excited to keep my penis down. She eventually saw my bulge and told me it was exciting for her too. Soon 2/3’s of the bag was gone. Should I go for the rest or stop and have her get up and relieve herself? I stopped the flow and told her we were nearly complete but that I wanted to continue and let the water to flow deep inside her. I also had a conversation about letting the enema go and all the noises and smells that went with it. I assured her I knew that part well and that was just part of the process. I had her rub her tummy with one hand. She let me know it was OK to continue. I let the rest of the enema go. The bag was almost gone when she said she wanted me to stop. I stopped the flow, removed the nozzle and placed some folded over tissues directly on her anus. I had her replace my hand with her fingers to help hold the water in by applying firm pressure against her butthole. Then I helped her up and walked with her to the toilet. When I turned to leave, she said her thank you very convincingly. By the time I was to the door, the flood of water was being let go. I checked on her in about ten minutes. She was doing well. I showed her how to palpitate her colon from the top down her left side. More water rushed out. She was embarrassed but I reassured her. “Where did you learn all of this?” She asked

I sort of ignored the question and went to clean up the equipment. She was surprised when I told her there would be two more enemas. It was now 11PM and she was hesitant. I told her they would be quick. She was less timid about her bare bottom and walked freely around exposing her herself. “You want to do the same position or try another one? I asked.

“I like this one very much.” I nodded and she got down on the floor putting her butt high and fully exposing herself. I applied more KY to her and again penetrating her anal sphincter and inch or so. After withdrawing my finger I inserted the nozzle. I let if flow in a bit faster and she stopped me after a quart. “I have to go right now!” she said. So I clamped and put tissue directly on her anus. She move quickly to the toilet and let go as soon as she was seated. “I apologized for going too fast.” I explained that urgency was related to pressure in the rectum and by letting the water migrate up into the colon, there was less discomfort. “That is why I would prefer inserting a colon tube 24 inches or so into your colon.” I could see she didn’t fully understand so I left her sitting and expelling.

For the last one, she knelt down and then took off her top. Revealing “B” cups with no sag and small nipples all puckered up. She related that she was very hot and needed to get nude.

I was in bad shape and she knew it. She spun around, knelt in front of me, unbuckled me, and slid my pants down. “I never wanted this thing to turn sexual...but…I can’t have you leaving here tonight with a great big hard on now can I? I’d really be up for an ol’fashion romp—but…while I feel horny my insides don’t feel like sex. I am going to make sure you get a good night’s sleep.” Before I knew it my pants were down and her tongue and lips went to work. After the explosion which she captured with a wad of tissue, she said” I am READY NOW for my next enema”

I obliged and I put additional A-D ointment on her now somewhat red anus. I applied it gently and penetrated her slightly with smooth gentle motions. We had a great discussion about arousal, anal erotica, and when we would meet again for another session. This time she held a full bag for a good 5 minutes and was very comfortable walking nude toward the toilet with her right hand holding the tissue against her anal area. I left her alone for ten minutes or so. I helped her clean up and eventually left. She expressed her gratitude several times. If she only knew.