Ada
Ada
Enemizing someone you've only met over the phone
I had decided to have my knees replaced by an out of town doctor, who had an international reputation and was booked up 3 months in advance. His clinic was in a small town (I'm talking one car rental business, one motel) and there were mountains between it and the airport. The logistics of getting myself to his clinic, and then, with a very painful new knee, back to the airport, were Byzantine. The doctor insisted that I have “someone” pick me up who could take care of me if anything went wrong. I barely have a family, just my son, who couldn't fly down to pick me up, and only a couple of friends, both reclusive and very busy like me. The trip plus the pre- and post-op visits plus the surgery would take 5 days. I couldn't ask either of my other 2 resources to help me out, but I wanted this doctor, dammit. In desperation I called an ambulance service to see if they could pick me up & take me to meet the airport shuttle. The woman who answered had just had a colonoscopy and somehow we fell into the subject of colons very quickly. She had impaction problems. I asked if she had tried enemas. She said yes, but they didn't really do any good, but she'd gotten to where she liked them so she took them just for that reason. Aha! I thought. I wonder if she's had an enema orgasm. My clit tingled right there on the phone. Of course I couldn't ask her that. But I thought if I called her back about the results of her colonoscopy, she might confide more about the feelings her enemas gave her. Then I had to go masturbate. I called her a week later. No colon cancer, but her colon was semi-kinked and would be operated on soon. The timing of my first scheduled surgery was perfect: She would have had time enough to recover, and she'd be on liquid food and enemas every day for a while. I asked if she'd ever had someone else give her an enema. She said she hadn't, but had fantasized about it. She didn't volunteer whether she'd had an enema orgasm or not, and we didn't know each other well enough for me to ask. I proposed that she be the “someone” who could pick me up from the hospital, and I could give her some enemas if she'd like. Yes, she'd like. She also offered to let me stay at her house the nights before my surgery. Now, I'm not a lesbian. I like getting fucked by a man. Otherwise progressive, I like a masculine man who knows what he's doing. But the idea of giving Ada her first enema orgasm (or her 30th, but especially the first) made my pants wet. I arrived on a Monday afternoon and took the shuttle over the mountains (the only way to get there other than by rental car) to Ada's house. She hugged me, full body, when she answered the door. It was clear that she couldn't wait till I slid the nozzle into her rectum and started the flow. I couldn't wait to slide the nozzle into her rectum and caress her thighs, working my way up to her pussy. I didn't yet know whether she'd freak out when I touched her pussy and throw me out on the street, but this was one of those situations where you have to take the chance. We chatted for a while, had supper, and I asked if she would like for me to give her an enema now. Oh, yes, she would! She went into her room to undress (wearing only a flimsy baby-doll top) and I took off my jeans and underpants. After a decent interval, I poked my head into her room. She was lying on the bed on her left side with her back to me, right leg bent – very bent – I could see everything, and she was hairless. The enema hung on a coat tree next to the bed. She prudently had put down a waterproof pad to lie on. Her legs! Long and tan, and she worked out. Skin so smooth! I couldn't take my eyes off them, and the place where they met, as I walked quietly into the room, making just enough noise to let her know I was there. “Would you like a little leg massage first?” I asked. “Oh, yes! I'd love it!” she replied. Her voice was shaking a little from anticipation of a new, potentially sexual experience at the hands of a relative stranger. I put lotion on my hands and slowly slid them up from her knees almost to her crotch, then began massaging her thighs lightly, always getting “too close” to her pussy but not touching it. She moaned several times. I could see her pussy contract as I got close, and she made slight movements to try to bring herself closer to my hands, but I wouldn't let her. Finally she moaned, “I'm ready for my enema.” Keeping a hand on the inside of her left thigh close to her pussy, I lowered the nozzle (about 5” long and 3/4” in diameter, perfectly straight with a nicely rounded end) till I got it near her hidden anus. I put lotion on the nozzle, opened her cheeks with one hand, and touched her anus with the nozzle, not my finger. We weren't that friendly yet. She let out a long sigh. I rotated the nozzle around and around, pushing it into her a little more with each circle. Suddenly her sphincters gave way and she sucked the nozzle in all the way. I nearly lost my hold on it. I stroked the nozzle slowly in and out as I ran my hand up and down her inner thigh. Then I started the flow. She let out an “Ahhhhhh...” and I immediately accidentally touched her clit. “OH!” she responded. Since it appeared that she wasn't going to throw me out, I put more lotion on my hand and ran it from her asshole slowly up her slit, exerting some pressure, till I was covering her entire pussy and rubbing it, slightly pinching her clit between my fingers. I slid my middle finger into her vagina. “OHHHHHHHHH!!” No, she wasn't going to throw me out. I kept stroking the nozzle in and out in rhythm to my massage of her pussy, and in about 15 seconds she came. “OH! OH! OH! Ngahhhhhh!” her whole body contracted and I could see her asshole and vagina open and close, and feel her clitoris spasm. Her orgasm lasted a long time. She made primal noises the whole time. “Oh!” she gasped. “I wasn't expecting that!” “Was it OK?” I asked. “Oh yes! Oh yes!” she moaned, wanting more. I left the nozzle plunged deep in her rectum, turned her on her back, wiped the lotion off her pussy, and closed my lips down around her clit. She totally relaxed and moaned long and low. I ran my tongue around her clit and up and down her pussy. I fucked her slowly with my finger, took it out, massaged her thighs, slid my hands up her body. Oh what nice breasts! I tell you, I'm not a Lesbian, but I do appreciate nice breasts. What I don't like is kissing women. I'll do everything else. As I worked her up again, I moved my body up hers till our pussies met. I raised her knees and spread them and straddled her (thanks, 24-Hr Fitness) so our pussies were in full contact. All the while her enema was flowing in, distending her colon, filling her rectum. I added some lotion and moved myself around on her till she was completely under my control. Then I slipped a soft double dildo into us and kept moving my pussy around hers in circles. I had good enough vaginal control to grab the dildo so it fucked her, or let it go so it fucked me ( Newton's 3rd Law – you can't move bodies on both ends of a dildo at the same time). Her total involvement, her pussy, knowing she was filling with her enema and loving it, all made me hot. I could feel my orgasm starting, building up fast. I held it as long as I could, then came all over her, rubbing my breasts against hers, causing her to abandon herself too. Together we sounded like a duet of jungle animals.
