A Friendship Changes

Keep them coming!

Wow! I just finished your series/chapters to date. Very good-honest-realistic. Thanks for the effort. (and adding to my fantasies)

gdfru

Hi, larz. Thank you for the compliment. I am working on them.

Hi, gdfru. The stories are based on actual experience and a blend of some true happenings, like the phone enemas and on-line enemas, and then there is a healthy dose of, "I would really like to have this happen in real life!"

The hard part is finding time in real life to get my thoughts down. Hope you keep reading them.

I made short work of my enema and only took about a quart, just enough to clean out whatever had accumulated during the day. All I did was pull down my jeans and skivvies and put the tube in and let it go full blast while I was bent over the sink. I didn’t worry about cramping because it was only a quart and I was into two quart enemas as a regular amount and I didn’t lie down to get it too high up there. I wondered what getting an enema from her would feel like since this would be, basically, the first enema given to me by another woman other than my Mom some 50 years ago. This was a “quickie” enema.

I released the enema in fairly short order and sent her a text just around 5:15 pm and asked her if a little earlier would be ok. It didn’t take long for her to reply and I was on my way.

There was a grocery store about a half a block away from her mom’s house and I parked there and checked to see if the coast was clear and walked to the house.

She was watching out of the window for him when she got a call on her cell phone and thought at first it was him calling to tell her he would be delayed or something. It wasn’t him.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Hey, Sis,” the caller identified herself, “Will you be around in a couple of hours or so, maybe sooner, so I could meet with you about the estate?”

She thought to herself, “Fuck!”, but replied, “I could meet you in a couple of hours. How about down at that Mexican restaurant? I’m running an errand and waiting for someone to drop something off.”

“Sure, Sis,” her older sister said, “I’ll meet you at Rosie’s on the south end of town about 6:30 pm or so.”

“Ok,” she said feeling a little pissed. “See you then.” She had put her panties and slacks back on and saw that he was walking up the steps when she opened the door to let him in. She checked her watch and saw that it was about twenty till six.

We both hugged each other and it was a special hug. Whenever we saw each other in a store or somewhere, we exchanged hugs like those between friends, which we were. It turned into us both holding each other and not worrying about who might see us and be timing the length of the hug. This hug was behind closed doors between two friends who were very intimate friends simply by virtue of us sharing enemas with each other. A hug between two friends who were there, that evening, to make our dream come true of sharing enemas in person and both giving and getting enemas to and from each other.

She seemed like she didn’t want to let go and I wasn’t about to end the hug. I wanted this hug as much as she did. I pressed towards her with my stiffening member, just a little, not much, to see how that would be. Almost immediately she pressed herself towards me and the both of us pressed into each other in earnest.

“I’ve got bad news,” she said as she put her face against my neck, and she heard me hold my breath a little so I could listen, “my sister is coming to town in less than an hour.” She didn’t say anything else.

“Damn,” I sighed, “isn’t she the one you only see about once every two or three months.”

“Yep,” she gritted her teeth, “and only if she wants something.”

She hugged me tighter and I pressed towards her even harder and she pressed right back onto me. “I really, really, wanted to give you at least a bulb enema. I’ve got it ready.” And then she rubbed her pussy against my stiffening cock.

“Then we’d better get going with that enema,” I said as I started backing away to let her know I wanted it as much as she did. “Where do we do this?”

“Downstairs,” she said a little misty-eyed, “I’ve got everything all ready, yours and mine. But I don’t think we have time to enjoy it all.” She was walking towards the back of the house and I followed closely with a raging hard-on and my eyes on her ass. She wasn’t Christy Brinkley, but she was definitely a MILF if ever there was one.

“Damn it!” she sputtered, “I really want to give you that enema.” When she said that, we were both downstairs and standing in the doorway of the bedroom.

I saw two three-quart enema bags, on red and one blue, on picture hangers over the headboard of the bed that had three large towels spread out on it. There was a big bowl of warm water and a gallon pitcher full of water on either of the night tables along with two bulb enemas standing on their end beside the water vessels. There were candles, too. Both of us had agreed that one of us would keep our clothes on while the other one was getting an enema from the one wearing the clothes. We had discovered that there was even a fetish to cover this little detail, too. There were blogs about it that had just the initials, CMNF or CFNM, for clothed male nude female or clothed female nude male. It was something we both thought was pretty neat and wanted to try that, too. Also, we thought, it might keep us from fucking each other and ‘muddying up the waters’ when it came to our spouses. It was just a thought, or wishful thinking, and worth a try.

She was standing there with the time on her mind and wondering what to do. It wasn’t how we had envisioned our first time with the enemas and now it might not be what we had hoped for. We were holding hands and she was looking as disappointed as I was feeling. I thought to myself, “She wants to give me an enema as much as I want to get one from her.”

I let go of her hand and unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my jeans and began unzipping them when she said, “Do you really want to have me give you an enema?”

I was about to answer her when she went to the night table and was picking up the blue enema bulb with the douche pipe screwed into the end. She turned around and watched me pull my jeans down and I was getting ready to pull them all of the way off when she asked me to stop with them down around my knees. She saw the look on my face and she said, “I’d just like to give you them that way, I don’t know why, but I think it would be, um, sexy?”

My dick was hard when my jeans were down at my knees and I slid as best I could onto the bed and was about to roll over onto my left side, facing away from you. “I love your cock!” her eyes brightened, “It’s so pretty!”

I do think my circumcised cock does look pretty good and so did she. She spread some KY on the white douche pipe and sat on the side of the bed to finish lubing it. My bare ass was there for her to see and so was my dick. I thought to myself as I laying on my left side and looking over my shoulder at her face, “I’m going to be getting an enema from her!” She was looking forward to it as much as I was.

We looked into each other’s eyes and her pupils were dilated as she tentatively put her hand on my hip and her thumb slid down towards the crack of my ass to get ready to part it for what was to come.

“Are you ready?” she asked softly. I nodded my head.

Her hands were warm as she moved the bulb enema tip down towards my ass as her other hand lifted the right cheek of my ass. I could feel her nervously touch the tip of the douche pipe against my anus and it was electric!

“Here goes,” she said very softly. And I felt her press the tip more and more onto my anus until the very tip went in. She was intently looking into my face and eyes as I was hers as that fantastic and glorious wave of almost euphoria hit us both at the same time. Me for the utter fantastic feeling of having this woman slowly slide that pipe into my ass and her glancing down to see it go further and further into my ass. I cannot begin to describe how fantastic that felt and I wondered what she was thinking when she saw it disappear totally into me.

She just held it there for a little while. We had finally done it! I was laying there with her holding an bulb enema snuggly in my ass and we were both loving it!

After what seemed like ages, we both said at the exact same time, “Oh fuck yeah!”

The next 20 or 30 minutes found us enjoying her playing with my ass by sliding the nozzle in and out of me. It was several minutes before she even squeezed the bulb sending that beautiful squirt of warm water into my ass. I was trying, in vain, to describe just how fantastic the enema was feeling and looking at her getting a kick out of playing with my ass and filling me with my first enema from her. It was worth the wait. A little awkward with a raging hard-on and my jeans down around my knees, but in a way it only heightened my feeling my naked ass even more.

We both looked at the time and saw it was getting along towards 6:00 pm. I had probably a quart of enema water in me that she had put there with what was now my blue enema bulb syringe, and we knew playtime was almost over before she had to go to meet her sister at that restaurant and probably pay for dinner, too.

I was about to roll onto my back to swing my legs off of the bed to go get rid of what water she had been able to squirt into me from her first enema of me. I wasn’t having any trouble holding it but she stopped me when I had rolled onto my back. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed in the position she had been giving me my enema and her hand reached out for my dick. Her hand was soft and warm and she was no stranger to having a man’s penis in her hands.

“I can’t have you leaving here with that hard on,” she said with a determined look on her face and her lips and teeth showing when she smiled, “lay right there while I take care of you.”

Her hand was on my dick and I was thinking ‘hand-job’ when she leaned over toward my dick and she looked up at me with her mouth positioned of the tip, “I’m going to be your cocksucker.”

Without saying another word or waiting for me to say anything, she opened her mouth and took my cock right into her. I am sure my toes curled and I must have looked like I was having spasms, but she sucked so long and hard at my dick that she had me cumming in no time at all. I was trying to tell her that I was ready to shoot my load so that she would be warned and put my hand on top of her head but she just looked up into my eyes and I exploded in her mouth! She didn’t even blink when I delivered what I had pent up in my for ages and ages. I felt my dick pump my cum into her mouth and it being slickly sucked away and I could hear her swallow above the rush of blood in my ears.

I didn’t count how many ‘pulls’ of her mouth on my dick it took her to get me to shoot my load, but I could probably count it on one hand and have a couple of fingers left over. It was over-the-top in no time and she was swallowing every bit of it. She knew when I was through ejaculating and continued so suck out any and all fluid had had left, “.. in the pipe ..” I was as weak as a kitten when I was through and it took me a little bit to come back down to earth and I just closed my eyes and lay there for a little bit, her hand still on my cock and her kissing me on my balls and thighs.

I was spent. I wanted more. She wanted more. I wanted to give her an enema and do whatever I could to get her where she got me. The time just wasn’t there to be able to do it.

She steadied me on my feet when I got up off of the bed, finally, with the enema in my belly and that I needed to get rid of. I actually could have held on to it longer but preferred to get rid of it.

When I got done releasing my enema, I pulled up my jeans and walked out to the bedroom. The enema bags were down and she said she would come back later to put them all away and take care of things. It would take her a little bit to get down to meet her sister and it was time to go.

Reluctantly, we went back upstairs and she walked me to the front door. I wasn’t hard anymore because she had taken care of that like nobody’s business. I was a happy camper, her not so much. We started to give each other a hug and were holding each other. Her arms were around my neck and mine down around her waist. She was nose to nose with me and pressed towards me and I pressed back. But this time, I slipped both of my hands down the back of her slacks, underneath her panties, and cupped her bare ass with both hands. She responded by press all the way towards me and we then kissed. We had never kissed before. It was a kiss. Tongue and all. My tongue on her tongue what had coaxed out every last drop of my cum from me and which was not in her.

We did have to go and so as I stepped back from her, I pulled her pants and underwear down, all the way down, and she didn’t protest one bit. I was all the way down on the floor with her pants around her feet and looking directly at her bush. She was wet and I leaned forward and ran my tongue between her slit with her ass in my hands before she helped me stand back up.

“I know we have to go,” I said and she nodded her agreement, “but I want to get with you again and finish this.”

She put her arms around my neck and pulled me close, her pants and underwear down around her feet where I had put them, and she kissed me again, probably tasting her pussy nectar on my lips, as I fondled her ass, and when we finished kissing she said, “We will finish this. Oh yes we will.”

I stepped back as she opened the door for me a little and I looked at her again and left.

The night air was brisk and I tasted her pussy on my lips as I went home. My first enema. My first blow job.

I wanted more.

She watched him leave and said to herself, “We ain’t done.” She reluctantly pulled up her panties and slacks and bitched all the way down to Rosie’s to listen to her sister angle for something.

We wanted more.

Dinner with her sister was all she thought it would be, intrusive. She was very distracted sitting there at the table listening to her go on about this and that while she was thinking about seeing his naked ass for the first time when he pulled down his pants and his underwear and how his cock was hard and erect. He was so warm when she put her hand on his butt cheek and when she lifted it up and how sexy and erotic it was when she first inserted the nozzle into him. Goosebumps formed on his nice ass when she finally got it into him and she could feel her heart beating as if it was going to jump right out of her chest.

“Are you listening to me?” her sister asked.

“What?” she said coming out of her vision and memory of giving him an enema. “I’m sorry, I’m a little, off.”

“You feeling ok, Sis?”

“Not really,” she started to explain but didn’t have the words or the concentration to keep her head in the conversation with her sister. She then took a bite of her food and wondered how long ago it had been when he came in her mouth and she felt the surprising force at which he ejaculated into her and how he tasted. She thought, naughtily to herself, that she had already had dessert.

“What’s ailing you?” her sister asked a little concerned.

“I’m a little on the sluggish side. Kind of stopped up a little,” she said so wanting to get out of this and go find a little sexual release to ease the tension she felt from the moment when his tongue slipped up between her slit and briefly flicked her clit.

“Constipated?” sis asked her.

“Probably,” she shrugged, “just not feeling real yippy-skippy. Kind of out of it.”

“Why don’t you grab an enema?” sis said matter-of-factly. There was not any hint of embarrassment when the two talked about the enemas they got when they were kids. She was beginning to see a way to maybe bring this little dinner to an end by maybe making an excuse to leave and go have an enema.

More small talk and she was beginning to feel trapped. Then her phone vibrated and she looked down to see that is was from him with just two words, “You OK?”

Her sister heard the phone vibrate and looked at her while she read the text. “Anything important?”

This was her chance! “Might be,” she was seeing a little ray of hope, “Let me see what’s going on.”

Now she put on a concerned face, the best she could muster, and then she typed, “No. Need e.”

My reply was almost immediate, “I want you.”

“Mom’s?” she typed as she began to get wet. “I’ll text when I leave.”

“OK. Be naked when I get there,” I sent back.

She looked up from her phone to her sister, “Mind if we call it a night? I need to get some stuff done and see if I can shake whatever it is I am coming down with.”

She was surprised that her sister didn’t try to drag it out longer and told her, “Try to get some rest sis, you look a little washed out.”

“Sorry,” she said, “I’m just not with it.”

They paid for their meal and said goodbye in the parking lot. She watched her sister drive off and got in her car and sent a text, “On my way – will be naked when u get there.”

“I’m there. Down the block.”

I saw her drive up her driveway and I got out and went up to the door almost right behind her. It was dark and when we went in and she didn’t turn on any lights.

I was right behind her just inside of the doorway where I had left her a couple of hours before with her pants down around her ankles and where I first kissed her pussy softly and slipped my tongue into her warmth. She turned around and we were face to face.

We both stepped closer to each other and she was undoing her pants and I started slipping my hands down into them and pushing downwards with her help. She balanced herself with her hands on my shoulders as I helped her step completely out of her shoes, slacks, and panties, and looked up into her blond bush right there before my face. I felt the heat radiating from her and could see some of her pussy nectar glisten in the faint light of the house.

I again kissed her pussy and slipped my hands around and cupped her nice round ass and pulled her towards my face and lips where I could smell the scent of her as she was now completely aroused. Her hands and fingers where cradling my head as she pressed towards me. She widened her stance just a bit and gently began to left my face up towards hers and I slowly stood up.

“I want that bulb enema from you, first,” she said a little breathy, “Could you get my stuff off of the floor and let’s take this downstairs and get me that enema?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said as I scooped up her stuff from the floor. I then followed her down to the basement watching her hips sway as she walked and her glancing back at me every so often.

Only when they were downstairs did she turn on a light. She was visibly nervous and so was I.

“The pitcher is still full of water and my bulb is ready to go,” she said softly. “I just hung both of our bags in the closet when we left, they’re still there and full of water.”

I stepped closer to her and she didn’t move and stood there waiting for my next move. I unbuttoned her blouse and was looking into her eyes as they dilated and her breath was becoming a little more rapid and shallower. I slipped my fingers between her blouse front and moved them up to her shoulders as her blouse began to come off her shoulders. I was so close to her I could feel her breath on my face and she offered no resistance and even helped in having me take her blouse off and I put it aside. She had a mock turtle neck sweater on and I pulled up at the bottom hem and up and over her head. I smoothed her hair down as best I could and back out of her face. She was standing there right before me wearing nothing but her bra, “On or off?” I asked.

“Do what you want,” she simply said.

Her bra hooked at the front and I smiled at being spared my traditional clumsiness when it came to taking off bras.

She smiled and light-heartedly said, “I wore this just for you.” And her bra came off and I set it aside, too. She was now completely naked.

“I’m a little self-conscious,” she started to say, but we were at the point where we were two old friends who had shared too much life and too much history to really let that stand in the way of what we wanted. We held each other and I ran my hands softly all over her. She seemed to like it best when she rested her head on my shoulder with her arms around my neck and my fingers lightly skimming along her back and down her sides and across her hips and the top of her thighs and back again.

She pressed her beautifully shaped bush up against me as we pressed towards each other. She began moving side to side, up and down, in small circles, hard against the fabric of my jeans, softly against the fabric, trying to find the perfect movement, the right amount of pressure and friction, to bring her up higher and higher and deeper into that trance she wanted so much, the trance she always felt before her lust rose inside of her center and began to take over her body.

She found that perfect rhythm. She found that perfect pressure. She found that perfect motion. And she found that trance like feeling she so loved as she began to flow and softly moan and grip my body with a strength that surprised me and made me feel wonderful at the same time. She was cumming as she rubbed her nakedness up against me as my hands parted the cheeks of her soft round bum and felt between them and how warm she was.

She had much pent up inside of her and she gave it to me to see, touch, smell, and taste. She gave me what she had inside and what had been building between us for longer than we realized. But unlike me, she continued to flow and quiver a lot longer than I thought possible but which I enjoyed because it was because of what we had become to each other that she felt the need or desire, or both, to be naked against me and finding her trance that made her feel alive.

Her movements slowed and she still clung to me tightly until the last wave of her lust washed to the surface of her thoughts. And she softly said as we enjoyed the afterglow of her lust embrace, “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long, long time.”

I felt her body shaking a little bit and I heard her sniff as she tightened her arms around my neck and her breathing. I slowly realized that she was crying.

I started to pull back to see what I could do or to see if she really was crying, and she stopped me and said, “No, just hold me. I’m fine.”

I held her until she regained her composure a little and I asked her, “Do you still want that enema?”

“Oh yes,” she said with a little chuckle, “I just had to do this first. I’ll be good to go in just a little bit. Just a little longer holding me, if you don’t mind.”

I didn’t mind and my hands continued to explore this woman who was becoming more and more my friend I had been looking for since I could remember.

This sounds almost like a diary ... 😃 i love reading about the way you .. and her .. have a friendship that has turned into sharing enemas and more. Will you be writing more of what happened with you and her? Is this still ongoing? More please ... 😃

“So, how was dinner with your sister?” I asked her when she came back down to earth.

“Long,” she said stepping back as she took her arms from around my neck. “I kept thinking about how much I loved giving you that enema.”

“Oh hell, yes!” I agreed with her. “I was pretty bummed about you having to leave before I was able to return the favor.”

“Well, bubba,” she winked and turned around giving me an eyeful of her naked body, “us standing around talking isn’t going to get me my first enema from you.”

“Good point,” I said as she went into get her bulb enema ready.

It didn’t take much time to get things set back up and she was already naked and relaxed from having been able to get off when we embraced. She was flitting around doing this and that and relit the candles near the bed and gave a deep sigh and said, “I’m ready anytime you are.”

I was in OH-WOW mode and there she was getting on the bed and rolling onto her left side with that beautiful bottom of hers right there and waiting. She slightly lifted the right cheek of her ass and I saw that rosebud of hers as she made it ‘wink’ at me.

I had to chuckle at that as I took up her enema bulb that I had filled and sat on the bed in position to give my first enema to her. We were making small talk as she started to relax and wind down and I slathered on some KY onto the douche pipe nozzle that I would be slipping into her in just a few more seconds.

“You ready?” I half asked and half told her as I reached towards her with one hand and gently lifting up her right butt cheek. She then made her rosebud ‘wink’ at me and we both had a nice chuckle out that that one.

The moment of truth was there for me as I brought the tip of the bulb enema nozzle up to that rosebud of hers that she had wink at me.

“Your fingers are cold,” she said as she got goose bumps.

“Well,” I said, “maybe they will warm up soon.” I then pressed the tip of the nozzle against her anus and slowly slid it into her.

She was watching my face intently but I didn’t notice her looking at me because my eyes were riveted on that white douche pipe slowly disappearing into ass. I was like a kid in a candy store and at the same time I was really savoring every moment as I continued to slide the nozzle into her. Finally I had it all of the way into her with the bulb pressed right up there and between her butt cheeks. Only then did I think to look up to see how she was doing and I met her eyes.

“So,” I finally thought to ask, “how’s it feel?”

“You’re right,” she smiled at me, “it feels totally different when someone else is putting it into you. It feels so nice.”

I couldn’t resist, and she didn’t mind, but I moved the nozzle back and forth inside of her ass at least a dozen times. I would push it all of the way in and then pull it all of the way out and then reinsert it into her time and again. And that was even before I squeezed the blub to put the water into her. By then I was now paying attention to how she was reacting to my playing back there. The moistness I saw around her pussy lips I assumed was from when she got herself off when we were holding each other just a little bit before. I was wrong. I could see her lips becoming fuller and more moist the more I toyed with the nozzle in her ass.

Finally, looking into her eyes, I squeezed the bulb and heard the water squirting into her. This time, though, I was looking at her face, her eyes, as the water began to spray into her. Again she said, “This is so different than just doing it by myself.”

Well, we tried a couple of bulbs as she lay there on her side, a couple when she rolled over onto her stomach, once on her right side, a couple while she was in the ‘boobs-down-butt-up’ position, and a couple while she lay over my lap.

I liked having her lay across my lap naked because I could really run my hands all over her and she seemed to like it, too. Her only problem was that it put her back in an awkward position and we figured out that a pillow under her stomach helped take the pressure off of her lower back.

“Much better,” she said as she made herself comfortable. “I like your hands and fingertips just touching me all over.”

“You and me both,” I said as I felt her warmth. “How do you feel about, um, toys?”

She looked back over her shoulder with a mixture of curiosity, amusement, and a little bit of, “How do I feel about toys?”

“Um, yep,” I said not really knowing if I had stepped in it or not, but I had her naked and lying across my lap on the bed.

“Put the last of that water in my ass,” she winked, “and let me get rid of it. Then ask me that question again.”

With that I squeezed the last bulb full of water into and held it in place as she started to get up. Her breasts were right there swaying in the breeze, so to speak, and I couldn’t help it and reached up with my free hand and cupped the nearest one and gave her a gentle squeeze.

“Are you cold or are your nipples always this hard?” I teased.

“Careful what you wish for, fella,” she quipped back, “you can take that out of my ass now. You go look in the top of the closet in the tan bag and check that out while I get rid of this.”

I watched her get off of the bed and she seemed to give me every opportunity to see what she had and wasn’t a bit shy about letting my eyes linger here and there. She had cute round butt and stepped gingerly out of the bedroom door and over to the bathroom. From the sounds of it she just made it and I put the enema bulb on the night table next to the almost all but empty pitcher of water I had drawn her enema from to put into her.

There was a brown or tan bag on the top shelf of the closet and I got it down and opened it up on the bed. There were silver colored dildos that vibrated, a couple of gold ones, two butt plugs – one black and one pink, one that still in the wrapper, along with some KY Heat and regular KY. “Impressive,” I thought.

She came back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed next to me as I admired her collection of toys. She didn’t make one single move to cover up or put any clothes on whatsoever. I wasn’t going to mention anything to her about that, either. She was sitting close to me and even leaned over on me when I was examining the contents of the bag.

“Silver and gold?” I was musing out loud.

“Silver for my pussy, gold for my ass,” she said and showed no embarrassment or self-consciousness. “The butt plugs are just that and of course the lube. Got to have lube.”

“What’s this one still doing in the wrapper?” I asked.

“Yours,” she simply said, looking at me out of the corner of her eye.

“Thanks,” I bumped shoulders with her, “looks like it will be fun.”

“I wasn’t sure about getting one for you. Not sure you’d be up for that,” she said with a little relief.

She made a couple more trips to the bathroom to get the rest of the enema out of her. We were both old hands at enemas and knew it sometimes took time to get it all out. She came back from the bathroom the last time and said, “That should do it for that one. Loved it!”

“So how’d you like your first enema from me?” I asked her as she sat back down on the bed close to me and put her arm around my shoulder.

I turned half towards her and I reached up to touch her breast as she tilted her head to one side. It was a nice moment and she reached up to touch my cheek, my face cheek, as I put the palm of my hand more onto her breast and cupped it and gave it a gentle, lingering, squeeze.

“Another bulb enema or do we want to move on to the bag enemas?” she asked.

“We’re running out of time,” I mused, “we may want to finish up with the bags. What’s your thoughts?”

“The bags,” she began, “maybe we can just kick back a little and relax and have an enema. Have you ever done three quarts?”

“No. I think I can handle it. It will be my third today,” I said.

“Mine, too,” she said, “I did a three quart one before you got her today. I don’t want to wear you out.”

“Oh?” I cocked my head and raised my eyebrow in mock protest, “wear me out?”

“Yep,” she said amused, “don’t want you to get too tired.”

I slipped my hand from her breast and started sliding it up and back around to the back of her head as I turned to face her more. “Wear me out?” I protested as my fingers began to slide up the back of her neck and entwine in her hair.

A look of surprise started to dart across her face and then my fingers started to grip her hair and I pulled her head back just a little. As my grip tightened in her hair her look turned into one of, “I think I’m going to like this.”

“You’d better watch out, Sir,” she was winding up, “you might just get what you wish for.”

“Oh,” I said tightening my grip and pulling her head back and making her arch her back and pushing her chest out more with those nice breasts and her erect nipples, “and what am I wishing for?”

“You tell me,” she challenged.

I began sliding both of us over to the edge of the bed where we then put our feet on the floor and began to stand up. I stopped her from standing up and pulled down on her hair as she read me and began to get down on her knees. Without being told, she unbuckled my belt and unsnapped and unzipped my pants. She looked up at me as she was before me on her knees and began to pull them down. I stepped out of my shoes as she slid my pants and skivvies down and she helped me get them off and out of them.

My hand still wrapped up in her hair and her still on her knees, she opened her mouth and took my cock between her lips. I was already stiff but her sucking on my dick made it even a little more stiff. “Good,” I thought, “this will help with what I really want.”

Her hands reached up and began to stroke my cock and her sucking motion was really having an effect. Almost too effective and I pulled her hair back and was finally able to get my dick out of her mouth and she looked at me with a puzzled look. I kept pulling up on her hair until she was standing and I looked over on the bed at the tube of KY and said, “Get the lube.”

She did as she was told and flicked the top off of the lube and put some on her finger tips and palm of her hand as I still held my grip on her hair. The lube was cool as she slathered it on my dick but her hands were warm and skillful. It felt so damn good and she could see it in my eyes.

When she was done lubing me up and without saying a word, I pulled back on her hair and started turning her around to face the bed until she was facing away from me. I stepped towards the bed and this made her have to make it so her knees were now on the mattress. I then pushed her head forward and she knew what it was I wanted. She reached around behind her and took my dick in her hand and widened her stance on the bed and made it easier for me to position myself behind her.

She was now on her hands and knees and her free hand was holding onto my dick and I was ready behind her. She did look back at me and asked or agreed when she simply said, “Ass?”

I barely began to answer her when her hand guided my cock up to her rosebud and she settled back slightly. As she did that I pushed towards her as well.

She kept her hand on my cock until we both had worked it so that she and I were poised to slip it all the way into her. One last glance back over her shoulder and a quick nod of her head and she pressed back as I pressed in and then I was right inside of where she wanted me to be! Her ass!

We fit like a glove! It was like nothing I had felt before. Different than her mouth, different than a vagina, and here I am trying to compare things when in reality I quit trying to figure it out and just went for it! It was so damned good just there right behind her in her ass thrusting into her and her pushing back onto me to meet my thrusts. Back and forth, in and out, it was amazing!

Then, something new. Her ass felt different. Not as much room as I was moving inside of her as there was before. I couldn’t have grown that big. I was behind her and she was making some sort of movements under me. Her hands had disappeared and her shoulders were hunched over and she was reaching down between her legs. Then, I felt and heard a vibrator getting started. Right there, below my dick, I felt a somewhat muffled vibration and it was adding to the already fantastic sensation of being in her ass. Almost immediately I felt her begin to quiver and some very low moans coming from her throat.

At some point I got lost in the moment and felt myself cumming into her ass. She was also cumming and began to quiver uncontrollably and her let her face rest on the mattress because she was no longer able to hold herself up. All too soon I had cum in her ass and the vibrator that was running inside of her wasn’t being moved by her anymore. I lay on top of her buried in between her ass cheeks feeling the last of my cum pulsing into her. She was still undulating her pussy against the mattress on the towels but soon she stopped completely. I knew I would have to pull out of her and let her get some air but I didn’t want to do that.

“Don’t pull out yet,” she panted. “Just a little longer.”

I managed to say, “Ok,” but it was a chore to get even that little word out of my mouth.

I did have to pull out, I was all but soft by then anyway, and we both lay on the bed. We managed a little bit of a cuddle as she lay her head on my chest and her hand on my flaccid but satisfied cock. I ran my fingers through her hair and we just went with the moment.

“That was good,” she said. “I bet you never got a blow job AND fucked a woman in her ass in the same day!”

“You got that right,” I admitted. “This was literally, and I mean ‘literally’ a fucking miracle for this old boy! Cumming twice in one day was miracle enough but, well, oh yeah.”

AFTER GLOW

We both did manage to have those three quart enemas to finish off the evening before we had to go to our homes. We hadn’t taken all that long to make good on our ‘date’ and the long slow enemas were just the ticket. We lay naked together and talked about our time working together, our families, the local gossip, and life in general. It was good. Very good.

She volunteered to finish cleaning up things and putting the stuff away and it would be better if we left separately, anyway.

I did make one last request of her, and that was for her to stay naked.

“Only if you put this black butt plug in my ass for me,” she smiled.

“No problem,” I said as we got it into her. “How’s that?”

“Perfect,” she said as she put her arms around me.

She walked me up the stairs as I followed behind her getting my eyeful of the butt plug in her ass. We left the lights off as we stood by the front door. She looked beautiful in what light there was and we held each other for one last time before I left.

She opened the door, reluctantly, and I stepped through and into the cold night air.

I was at the end of the walk and near the street when I heard the door finally close.

We were now very intimate friends.

Hi, Gibby. It is part of what has actually happened and part wishful thinking. This is my first time writing and so I am learning as I go. It is a subject that I really like and things that have been in my mind for as long as I can remember. Finding this place and others like me was an eye opener.

I can see that the story I just finished has a lot in common with other folks here.

For now, this story is about as far as it can go unless someone wants to hear more. It's been good to get it out and now maybe I can explore other areas.

Thanks for your support and compliments.

Cedar, Don't you dare stop this story line! Many of the details are how I imagine S. Susie & her klysmo. hubby, or Marlene & Marvin carrying on. How lucky those folks are!

Your writing skills are outstanding! My God, I get so aroused reading your stuff.

Don't stop ... this is good and realistic ... down to earth. 😃 like hearing about or being lucky enough to ... share in the details of a couple of friends ... I'd miss hearing about them 😞

Wonderful story and an excellent and exciting time between two like minded persons. Had a similar experence and wishing for more. extreme intimate moments .

Great story! Great story line!

She and I did some soul searching. We had begun to explore the questions we had in our minds only after each of us had cum and our sexual urge all but slaked just prior to my leaving her mom’s house. It was while the pair of us rested and caught our breath while we lay on the same bed and having those two three quart enema bags hanging from the ceiling hook and draining into our bodies. We took turns putting the enema nozzles into our ass and then opening up the clamp to let the water flow and came back down to earth. Both of us surprised at just how close it had been for us. How easy it would have been to just, “… go all the way.”

Yes, we fucked, technically, and it was something that both of us understood and we were fairly comfortable with not having crossed the line, again – technically, that we had not cheated on our spouses. This was “technically” and only the two of us were making that fine-line distinction as only two people who love enemas can make that distinction. Two friends and enema lovers.

Yes, she did suck my cock. Yes, I did penetrate her ass. Yes, she and I were both naked with each other and we both came with each other. Yes, we were putting a mighty fine line on what we had done and now we were trying to define a relationship, a friendship, that we both had promised and agreed would not cross that fine line in our hearts. Our hearts. We loved enemas.

We had no qualms about our mutual masturbation when we did enemas in IM or on Skype. None. It was just two people who knew each other and who both loved enemas. We had set up limits for ourselves if and when we ever got together. We had talked about it. We both agreed that “regular” sexual intercourse, the married kind, which involved vaginal penetration, was something or someplace reserved for and by our spouses. That was the source of life, or potential life. Swallowing cum, or taking it in the ass, well, that was where we put the fine point on our dilemma on if and when we met in person. We got to that question and we were fairly unprepared for the impact of being in the same room at the same time and both of us being pretty exposed to full on sexual contact. When we had time to think, after I left her mom’s with her standing in the darkened doorway with that butt plug in her very nice ass, it sunk in as to just how close it came to both of us “… going all the way …” and how easy it would have been for us to lose ourselves in the moment and one or both of us letting me slide into her soft and inviting pussy. If we had done that, then no amount of mental gymnastics could have kept us from feeling guilt and destroying our long-standing friendship. Yes, it was Symantec bullshit in so many ways, but to us, it was a distinction for us alone. Fuck everyone else and their thoughts on the subject. Enema lovers would come close to knowing what we mean and are about. We both are enema lovers and friends and the distinctions we came to agree on were for our benefit. We still loved our spouses and were not even contemplating changing that for anyone, but as lovers of enemas, our enema friendship, this distinction made all the difference to us. To our respective spouses, should what we did and are doing, come to light, such distinctions would mean diddly –squat. There would be no getting around that and we were far from moral high-ground.

That she sucked my cock and accepted me into her ass and that we were so caught up in the moment was a reality check for the two of us. Both of us naked and horny at the same time could have ended up with me sliding into her pussy or her taking me there was only just the distance from her anus to her vagina away from a big guilt trip for the two of us.

For a few days after that first time at her mom’s house, she and I didn’t say much to each other. Both of us thinking about what we had done and trying to put it in proper perspective.

I finally sent her a text with just one word, “Regrets?”

Almost four or five hours later, and after imagining what was going through her mind and second-guessing the reason for her silence I received a text from her, “that was close.”

Then she added, “u?”

Relieved to hear from her, I agreed and said, “It was real close.”

“no regrets,” she sent a text about the time I sent mine, “want 2 talk”

There wasn’t a question mark on the end of her last text so I didn’t know if she was asking me if I wanted to talk about it, or if she wanted to talk about it, as in, “We need to talk.” The kind of thing a guy hears when it is the end of the road.

“e 2 nite on im?” she said, “or not?”

“Yes e. Definitely,” I sent back to her.

“ttyl,” she said. “6?”

“Yes.”

I wasn’t able to get away from work anywhere near six and was stuck there doing the closing bit and so I sent her a text saying as much. She replied and told me not to worry and to just open up an IM so we could talk. So that is what I did and at least I wouldn’t have to worry about the significant other butting in or my trying to see if he coast was clear.

I opened up the IM window and accepted her request for a video chat. When her screen popped on I could see that she was in the bedroom downstairs at her mom’s place on the bed where we had shared those three quart enemas together after we had, “got it out of our system.”

I could see her three quart enema bag hanging in the background and it was full to the brim. The screen of her laptop was jumping all around as she was adjusting it and setting it on the bed in preparation for the two of us talking. She was fully clothed when leaned over to look at her screen and smiled when she saw me on screen and then she looked into the camera and said, “Hi, guy! Just give me a few while I get situated.”

“No problem,” I said as I was relieved that at least she looked like she was going to have an enema. I was thinking that was a good sign. I am brilliant that way.

I watched the screen as she stood back up and hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her sweat pants or athletic pants and pulled them down. She knew she was in full view of the camera and I think it was her way of reassuring my dumb ass that things weren’t over between us and at least putting my mind at ease about that. When we had worked together, she had been more or less my “office wife” and she was very good at what she did. I think she knew my moods and thought processes a lot better than most people. The fact we had been doing enemas together for a while, now, made us even more attuned to each other and she was making sure I saw that she was still willing or wanting me to see her naked let alone with an enema. This sunk in even more as she stood there after she had taken her pants and underwear off and put some KY on her douche pipe at the end of the tube from her three quart enema bag. She would briefly glance at the screen at times to see if I was still watching. She wasn’t teasing me, she was reassuring me. I needed that. A look that crossed her face when she turned her ass slightly towards the screen and just before she slipped the nozzle into her, told me she needed some reassurance, too.

The screen jostled a little bit more as she lay down on her stomach in front of the laptop camera and as she made some minor adjustments to how she was ‘situated’ before we started talking or she started her enema. The bed and screen stopped moving so much as she rested there, both of us looking into the screen where we could see each other. We didn’t say anything for a long time. Her bag was still swaying a little bit above and behind her and the tube descended down and out of sight but I knew where it ended up. We just watched each other for a bit. We had a lot on our minds.

Since she had been the one to make herself ready for her enema without any expectation from me to reciprocate, I figured that I should be the one to speak what was on my mind and in my heart. Of course, she had that look a woman gets when she’s thinking, “I’ve made my move buddy. It’s your move now.”

“That blew me away,” I said. “That really blew me away.”

She knew I wasn’t talking about me just having watched her take her pants off right in front of me or slipping that douche pipe inside of her. It was a major leap of faith and a big chance on her part to undress the way she did and to slip that enema into her. She said volumes just by doing that and I even understood that. Subtle and not subtle at the same time. Maybe there was hope for my tired ass after all. All I knew was that she was thinking about what happened as much as I was.

At last I finally gathered up my thoughts and said, “I came real close to,” I stopped to think of a better word or something, “I, um, I wanted to make love to you.” Then I sighed when I thought about how close that it had been and how nice it would have been to slide into her pussy.

She didn’t blink and paused a second before she said, “I wouldn’t have stopped you,” she paused and closed her eyes, “ I would not have stopped you.”

There was probably about a quart of enema in her when she reached around to clamp the tube shut. When she looked back at the screen she said, “If I hadn’t have put that vibrator in my pussy, if it hadn’t been right there, I would have grabbed your cock before you stuck it in my ass and put it in my pussy. It was that fucking close.”

I shook my head slightly as she was saying that and shaking her head slightly and we both said and understood, “We can’t go there again.”

“No more in person?” I asked out loud.

“Is that what you want?” she asked, trying to keep a neutral face.

“No,” I said quickly. “No.”

I think we were both relieved some more that we did not want to stop. However, we did scare the shit out of each other in just how damn close it had been and how easy it would have been for either one of us to just go with the moment and cross that fine line we had talked about and danced around all those times we had been talking about what we would do in real life.

“I think that set of rules we had conjured up about how it would be if we were to have enemas in person is something we should have stuck to,” I said.

“I was too fucking horny,” she chuckled, “and you were, too.”

“True, dat,” I said and wondered if the kids were still saying that.

So we reaffirmed that those ‘rules’ we had made up for each other, especially the one where one of us had to keep our clothes on while the other was getting the enema, would have to be pretty rock solid. Yep, we agreed that would have to be rule number one. Both of us naked at the same time would be a recipe for disaster and screw up a longtime friendship let alone a pretty new enema friendship. We also recognized that one of us would probably be pretty horny at some point in time when we got together for our enemas, she was looking right at me, and that – as long as one of us had our clothes on – the other one giving the enema could “take care” of that need and clear the other ones, um, mind.

I had to give a sigh of relief and then asked, “Does this mean I can still get a blow job?”

She almost rolled off of the bed when she laughed and said, “Oh, hell yeah! I’ll suck the white right out of your eyes and make ‘em cross, too!” and continued laughing.

I was laughing, too, and said, “Oh yeah. You sure can suck!”

“Told ya,” she laughed some more, “I’m a damn good cock sucker!”

We had cleared away the tension that had been there after that first night at her mom’s and we now knew that we did have limitations and had played with fire. Luckily we didn’t get burned. It was close.

Her enema was all of the way in her when I told her that I was almost done at the office. I told her I noticed she was done with that enema and should probably let her go.

“Yep,” she said looking over her shoulder at the flat bag, “three quarts makes me feel pretty full. I’m going to have to get rid of this.”

“I hear that,” I said thinking we were probably done for the evening. “I’m surprised you were able to hold it so long.”

“I took it slow,” she smiled, “just the way I like them. I am full and tight as a drum.” With that she rolled on her side a little and pulled up her sweater and I could see that her stomach was pooching out a little from all of that enema being in her. “Nice and full,” she smiled as she patter her stomach.

“I’d better let ya go before you explode,” I told her and not real eager to let this go.

“Do you want to come over for a quick one?” she asked when she rolled back on her belly. “I’ll suck your cock and give you an enema. “

Like I was going to turn that down? “Sold!” I said quickly. “I’ll be about 15 minutes or so and then I can get on over there.”

“I should be able to get rid of most of this,” she said, “but let’s stick to our rules.”

“Deal,” I agreed as I watched her get up on her knees and her pussy right in front of the screen. “See you in a bit.”

The screen jostled as she was getting off of the bed in view of the camera, the tube in her ass clearly visible, and she leaned over and looked into the camera, “See ya soon.”

I watched as she took the bag off of the ceiling hook and was mesmerized by the swaying of the enema tube in her ass as she made ready to go for the bathroom.

I finished shutting down the office and made ready to go have an enema from her.

Hi, jimmyt44. I hope you continue to like what I have write. This is something I've been feeling for a long time and this seems to be just the place to be able to put these feelings down and no one dying of shock because I use the word 'enema' or that I have these thoughts. This story is based in real life for the most part and I'm glad to see I'm not the only one with these thoughts and dreams.

Thanks to all who have 'liked' my stories. I'll keep writing them as long as you want to read them.

Cedar

Cedar ... i love this .. !! she sounds like someone i'd love to get to know .. 😃 ...

"I had to give a sigh of relief and then asked, “Does this mean I can still get a blow job?”

She almost rolled off of the bed when she laughed and said, “Oh, hell yeah!

I’ll suck the white right out of your eyes and make ‘em cross, too!”

and continued laughing.

I was laughing, too, and said, “Oh yeah. You sure can suck!”

“Told ya,” she laughed some more, “I’m a damn good cock sucker!”

It sounds like you will be going over to get an enema from her ... maybe a little more .. 😉 ... don't wait too long ... this is good.

Did you ever get over there for your enema? .. 🙄 i would like to know ... 😃

Yes, I got that enema. I will be posting when I get the story finished. It's been busy and I sure could use an enema right about now.

It was great to put the day behind me as I walked up towards her mom's house. I used the back door so that there weren't any prying eyes around to see me and I saw her standing in her mom's kitchen by the back door waiting for me. I always liked her and she always seemed glad to see me and the smile on her face when I walked up to the back porch door made me smile right back at her. She was wearing a sweat suit, correction, an athletic suit, with a long sleeved white top with kind of a turtle neck and a navy blue fleece pullover and a pair of navy blue fleece pants that did a fairly good job of hugging the contours of her ass, especially around and near her ass crack. She had on some sneaker type shoes and when she opened the door to me she gave me a nice big hug. Unlike when we met in public, where our hugs were fairly brief, in private we would take our time, and sometimes, like this time, we would just hold each other and let the stress of the day drain away.

Apparently both of us were feeling the strain of the day when we met and we both stood there hugging each other and not saying a word. She rested her head on the side of my neck and sighed and I could feel her start to relax. We weren't on the passionate kissing type of basis but it was sure good just standing there quietly with her and holding each other. I found myself really getting into this hug with her and I felt myself starting to relax right along with her. We both adjusted our stance so that we could better balance ourselves in our embrace and our bodies aligned more naturally. Normally when people hug each other, those who aren't romantically involved or whatever, there is a space between the two people hugging. That was us in public. In private, no space to speak of. Tonight, holding her like this, we were both settling in for an extended hug. It felt good. We didn't say anything.

"How're you doing," I finally asked. I sensed that she had a lot on her mind.

"Shitty day," she simply said and showed no sign of wanting to end the hug. "Sorry I put my pants on, but it was too cold. Otherwise …" she trailed off.

"Eh," I murmured, "no problem. This feels good as it is." I meant it.

She snuggled into my neck a little more and I could feel her tighten her hug just a bit more as she sighed again. I was in no hurry to move. Then, finally, and reluctantly, her hands slipped down and she gently squeezed my ass and said in a nonchalant tone, "Let's get your pants off and I'll give you that enema I promised."

"That sounds real good," I said. I wasn't in a hurry to let her go and she was more than happy to keep the hug going. A little bit longer with her hands on my ass and kneading my butt cheeks gently, and it was time to let go of each other and we slowly made our way to the stairs and then down into the basement. I walked down the stairs after her and watched her ass, yep I did, and I could tell that she wasn't wearing any panties by the way her sweat pants went a little further and hugged the contour of her ass. I smiled at seeing that. My own but could still feel the warmth of her hands where she had been kneading.

We got to the bottom of the stairs and walked towards the bedroom and she stepped through the door first with me right behind. I could see what was now my three quart enema bag hanging from the hook in the ceiling and very full. It was blue and the white tube with the douche pipe was hanging in a loop from the bottom of the bag and back up to a make-shift hanger where she stowed the business end of the tube. I told her that was a welcome sight to behold, especially after a day like today.

"You, too," she sighed, as she reached for my belt and began to unbuckle it as if that was the most natural thing in the world for her to do. "Sounds like my day," she continued as she unzipped my jeans and began to slide them off of me as I stepped out of my shoes. She waited a little bit as I stepped completely out of my shoes and then out of my jeans as she let me steady myself on her as she was kneeling there. I began to take my skivvies off when she reached up and finished taking them off of me. Her face was even with my penis and she looked at it and, even though I wasn't quiet erect yet, it showed signs of life.

"You have a very pretty cock," she said without any sign of being overtly sexual. "I like the way it is shaped."

"Thank you," I brilliantly replied. Her compliment was so sincere sounding and not meant any other way than just the compliment it was. That remark by her, and how she sounded so sweet about it, made Woody start to stiffen up a little bit.

She was still kneeling before me, her face just inches from my dick, and she ran her hands up and down the outside of my thighs a few times and then around back to my ass where she squeezed it gently. Then her hands slid back around front and she gently and slightly ran her hands over my dick before she stood up to face me, stepped close, and we hugged once more. Only this time I was naked from the waist down and I felt the fleece fabric of her sweat pants pressing against my body and Woody starting to show some signs of life. So much so, that I had to reach down to adjust him so that he was pointing up and not in a bind. She made enough space for me to make that maneuver and adjust myself as she then pressed herself against me in our hug.

Well, that did it. Woody was starting to get his wits about him and I pressed towards her and she pressed right back. "Look who's got up," she said with a half chuckle in her voice, "I've got something I want to try to help relieve some tension before your main enema, if you want to try it."

Like I was going to refuse? Oh hell no! "What do you have in mind?" I asked her and knowing each other had promised that her pussy was off limits no matter what.

With her hands on my ass, she said into my ear while we were still hugging, "Mind if I give you a few shots from the enema bulb to get you kind of cleaned out before I try something out?"

"Yep," I said and nodded my head at the same time, "I'm ok with the bulb enema any time."

"Cool," she said as she stepped back from me and let her hand slide from my ass and brush against my cock. "I've got it ready and we'll make it quick. Just bend or lean over the bed and I'll take care of it in a jiffy."

She was already reaching for the pitcher of water and the blue enema bulb when she said this to me and I was "assuming the position" for what I was about to receive. As I was doing this I managed to see that gold colored dildo from a couple of times before next to the pitcher. I was thinking it looked pretty big but, hey, why not?

I was in position and she stepped behind me with the KY and stood there while I looked over my shoulder as she spread a dollop of that clear lubricant on the white enema nozzle she had already filled. The three quart enema bag was almost over my head and I had bumped the enema tube when I got into position for my bulb enema and the bag swung slightly back and forth as a result. "Ok," she smiled at me as she reached for my ass cheek as natural as you please, "let's take care of business here so I can try out something."

I never get tired of her and the way it feels when she deftly and slowly slips that enema nozzle into my ass. I love it! She wasted no time in giving the enema bulb a good hard squeeze that I felt when the water squirted into my ass. It felt so damned good and I just relaxed so much to where my face was laying on the bed and my ass was stuck up in the air right there for her to insert that fantastic enema nozzle into me and squirt that warm water where I wanted it the most.

Her hand was on my ass when she withdrew the enema nozzle and I heard her put the tip under water in the pitcher and the sound of the water being drawn up into the bulb, "Looks like you are really into this enema," she said warmly, "It's good to see you enjoy this."

"Most definitely," I half sighed as she slipped the nozzle into my ass for the second wonderful time, "most definitely." The water felt good as she didn't hesitate in squeezing it into me and then withdraw it from my ass. While she wasn't in a big hurry, she had something particular in mind when she slipped the third bulb full into my ass, then the fourth.

"Hey, Babe," she said as she patted me on my ass, "you were pretty clean to begin with so I think we will stop at four."

I was getting up to my feet and nodded in agreement with her. She said, "Go get rid of that and then get you and your hard on back here." Her hand slipped around my cock and she let me slide through and off to get rid of this small enema.

As enemas go, especially the ones we gave to each other, this was a small one and it wasn't too high up into me. I didn't have any trouble getting rid of it and it wasn't long until I was back out into the bedroom and Woody was in all his raging glory.

She had smoothed out the towel where I had knelt when she gave me that quick enema and my three quart enema bag was still hanging above the bed. There was a sparkle in her eye and a warm, big, smile on her face when she turned around to see me taking the few steps from the bathroom to where she was by the bed.

Again she hugged me and we pressed towards each other and her hand went to my cock. "I want to try this," she said with a smile and breathy excitement in her voice, "do you think you could handle my putting this into your ass?" she asked me as she held up the gold vibrating dildo gleaming with the KY she had spread on it.

No since in pretending like I hadn't had something similar in size in my ass before, no false modesty, that wasn't who we were, "Yeah," I nodded my head with some amount of certainty, "I think I would be ok with that."

"Good!" she smiled broadly, "just kinda lean over here or whatever, so I can get this into you."

Now her fingers were just a little chilly as she helped me into position and then, once ready, she spread the cheeks of my ass and told me to relax. What I felt next was a long time since I had felt something that size before. She was so careful and caring as she placed the tip against my anus and then slowly, very slowly, began to press the tip into me. She would press a little bit into me, hold it, then back it out a little, and then back into me as I got used to the feeling. Back and forth, in and out, slowly, and I felt that wonderful sensation as she worked it deeper into my ass. Deeper and deeper. Back and forth. She knew what she was doing and she was always asking how I was feeling. And then, that "inner ring" as I call it, I felt it pop as the dildo now slid in almost all of it's length inside of me.

"We're in," she smiled and patted my ass. "We're in!" She released the cheek of my ass she had been holding and stroked my balls and then ran her hand up my shaft. She gave me a quick kiss on my face cheek and then started working the dildo in my ass back and forth but not all of the way out. The effect it, and she, was having on me was out of this world. I could almost feel my precum welling up inside of me and that sense of urgency was making itself known in my body, radiating from the very spot where she was working her magic in my ass.

"You like?" she half asked and half made an observation.

"I like," I said as I rolled my eyes. A few more second of this prostate massage from this wonderful woman and friend of mine and I would be cumming. She sensed this and slowed down until she stopped. She was feeling the effects of what she was doing to me, too.

The pupils of her eyes were dilated fully as I think mine were, too, and her breathing was short and choppy. Mine, too. Both of us knew that we were on the brink of taking her sweat pants off and driving my cock into her wet pussy. Her nipples were so hard and erect and poking out through her shirt and top and sports bra and if it kept going, her off-limits pussy would be feeling my shaft slide right home. We both knew the was about to happen.

"My plan," she said as if to talk some sense into her head, "my plan. Lay back. Now. Please." She was pleading with me and at the same time reminding us both, "I've got to do this. I - we - need to do this before …" her voice trailed off as she made me lay back on the bed with the dildo in my ass.

She reached between my legs and turned the vibrator on and all sorts of colors and sounds and bells and whistles went off in my head as my poor prostate gland got the shock of its life! I laid back and forgot about trying to think and gave myself over to her completely.

At some point she leaned over my cock and I felt her mouth close down around it and felt her heat and moist mouth begin to suck on my cock. My fingers were in her hair and she was taking long, deep, draughts of my cock into her mouth and it was like nothing I had ever, ever, felt before! I don't know what the hell was going through my mind, I was totally lost in the moment and it was a blur to me except that this beautiful woman, my friend, was sucking on my cock with a passion that was more than I had ever known before.

I felt myself cum. It came from way deeper in me than ever before. The vibration in my ass and her working it in me, her mouth sucking my cock for all she was worth, looking at me, my eyes, she had tears in them, holding the dildo in my ass as I began to shake uncontrollably! I came and came. From very deep inside of me. I was cumming in her mouth. I could feel her swallow. Hear her swallow. Smiling at me with my cock in her mouth. She was crying, too. All the jumbled thoughts just crashing together and spinning in my mind.

Then, I began to feel washed out. Pun intended. Maybe not intended. But I was spent. She had swallowed what I had given to her. I felt my dick soften in her mouth. Her head was laying in my lap and my dick was in her mouth. She would suck on it from time to time. Waiting for me. Listening to my breathing. Was I still alive?

I lay there, my cock in her mouth. Completely spent. Nothing left to give. Even if I wanted to. And I did, but there was nothing more to give.

I reached down and smoothed out her hair as I let out a deep sigh. She looked up at me and let my cock slide from her mouth and moved a little to take a better look at me.

I let out another deep breath, "I think our promise is safe," I finally said. "I think the danger of my cock invading your pussy has passed. Quick thinking on your part, ma'am."

"I hope I didn't hurt your knee," she said propping herself up on her elbow.

"My knee?" I was puzzled.

"I totally fucked your knee, Babe," she said. "I rubbed my pussy on your knee when you were cumming and got mine, too."

"No shit?" I said. I didn't realize she had been getting herself off, too. "I didn't feel you do that!"

"Sure did," she said as she got up and I saw that she was soaking wet between her legs. "That ain't a leaky enema," she chortled.

She slipped her wet sweat pants off and I saw that her pussy was red and raw and the light in the room from the night table showed her wetness as she glistened. "Boy oh boy!" she said as she gingerly touched around her pussy, "I am going to feel that in a little while."

I drew her near to me and leaned over to kiss her wet pussy. She did not back away one iota and let me slip my hand between her thighs and up to her ass. I pulled her ass towards me and I kissed her pussy and slipped my tongue between her slit and attempted to slide it up that wet valley and flick her clit. She let me do that but stopped me when I was going to follow up with some more.

"A little too sore," she smiled. "But thanks for the thought."

She plopped down on the bed beside me and snuggled up. Both of us spent and emptied of any lust there might have been. Once again we kept her pussy sacred.

We lay there, cuddling, for awhile with her head on my chest and her hand resting on my cock. "You still want that enema?"

"Yes," I said but not stirring to move. She didn't stir, either.

We both looked at the enema bag swaying from the ceiling.

If you would like me to continue, please let me know. I don't want to wear out my welcome here and keep posting something you may or may not want to read. This is a free site and a good one, and I don't want to take up their space.

I like writing this story since mostly it's true.

I hope you like it.

Cedar

Go for it bro. I'd pay for that kind of writing. Keep it up,so to speak

I love the way you and she are friends ... i would love to see more ... maybe you getting that 3 qt enema .. 😃

plz don't stop ..

You surely are NOT wearing out your welcome. I love reading every word that you print. Your story is so great and really HOT. Please continue. Thanks for writing and submitting.

Your one of the best! Keep it up!

Finally we came all the back to earth and that three quart enema hanging from the ceiling was looking awfully good. She ran her hand down my chest, down my belly, and then passing over and brushing against my well satisfied and totally spent dick. If Woody could have talked he would have said, "Nah, I'm good."

"So," she cleared her voice while she lifted her head off of my chest and looked at my face, "you about ready for that enema?" She was gently toying with Ol' Woody and it felt good. But she had taken extra good care of him and, by the look of her pussy, which was red and rubbed raw, she was taking care to not irritate it any further.

Yeah, when she was moving around and getting ready to get off of the bed, I was looking at her "girls", as she calls her breasts, and how full and soft they were. Her nipples were perfectly formed and had been tasted by more than one eager mouth, traced by tongues of those she had offered them to or allowed to explore her ample bosom with warm hands, faces, and pressed up against the bodies of her several lovers she enjoyed during her life time.

I wasn't her first rodeo and I wouldn't be her last, I was thinking, as she got up and stepped across me to put her foot on the floor beside the bed. She saw my eyes riveted on her bush and she lingered just a few beats longer for me to take her all in and I just smiled.

She retrieved the douche pipe from the hangar and took the enema tube down and I "assumed" the position. She patted my ass and parted my butt cheek, then remembered the lube, and quickly slathered some KY on the douche pipe. "I damn near put that one in dry," she chuckled, "you probably would have bitched about it."

"Ah," I nodded my head as she again parted my butt cheeks, the best just about to happen, "you know me so well."

Then that feeling of her inserting the douche pipe into my ass was so fantastic and something I hope I never get tired of. She took her time sliding it into my ass and I was in no hurry. We didn't say anything while she was inserting it and she had me move over more towards the center of the bed as she 'scooched' up behind me and clicked open the clamp and I felt that first surge of water begin to flow into me. I could feel the warmth of the her body behind me and her breath on the back of my neck and her hand holding the nozzle inside of me. She wouldn't have had to, it would have stayed there by itself, but she kept it there and I wasn't about to mention or suggest she move it.

As we lay there and I was filling, we talked about some of the gossip we knew and bitched about everything else, especially taxes. I had about a quart in and was ready to move from my left side onto my back when my curiosity got the better of me and I blurted out, "What do I taste like?"

I expected her to snicker, and, yeah she did a little, and then said, "I wondered when you would ask me that."

"So?" enquiring minds want to know.

"Salty," she didn't have to think about it much, "but kind of like bleach in a mild way."

"Salty bleach?" I had to think about that one.

Now she did snicker, "It sure isn't white chocolate, or a cherry cordial, or the creamy filling of an Oreo or a Hostess Cupcake, or whipped cream."

"Oh," I said, wondering how the hell someone would know what the taste of bleach was like.

"I'm a good cocksucker," she smiled and said to me with a glint in her eye, "but I don't really take the time to roll cum around with my tongue or gargle with it. It's too thick to do that. So, when you cum, I try to time it so that your first spurt shoots right down the back of my throat and I try to swallow right away."

Not having been a cocksucker myself, I was curious about the mechanics of the whole process. "Bleach?"

"Yeah," she was starting to enjoy my befuddlement, "I don't drink that shit, either. It's just that what I do taste is a lot like the fumes from bleach when I am doing laundry or some other bullshit. Cum tastes like that, only salty, and thick and slimy, and hot."

I think I was getting the picture and so I asked the Captain Obvious question number two, "Do you like it?"

She thought about it for a few and then said, "I don't dislike it. It doesn't taste bad, you don't taste bad, but it is not something I am hoping they come out with a jelly bean flavor or a Ben and Jerry's ice cream flavor."

"Then why?" I asked.

"I've sucked a few cocks in my time," she smiled, "I am not real good at hand jobs, that's a whole other story, I don't do them to the end anymore, I hate combing cum out of my hair, but I do like going down on a guy and watching his toes curl and him do the funky-monkey when he gets near to cumming."

I did chuckle when I heard her use the term, "funky-monkey", and it was time for me to turn onto my right side facing her. She kept the nozzle in place and the hose from getting tangled when I moved.

"As I got older, I became pretty selective about the guys I went down on," she was dead serious. "I used to date a lot when I was in high school and after I got out. I was pretty easy and I would blow guys if I wanted to play around or maybe end a date so I could get on home. Suck their dick and they get sleepy. But only after he bought me dinner."

"Smart girl," I winked at her. She was laying there on her side and her shirt or blouse or whatever women call it, was unbuttoned and I saw those beautiful curves of her breasts again and without much thought on my part, I reached out and caressed them and fondled them. She didn't bat an eye at that and even moved the blouse open a little more so I could see and feel more of her breasts.

More questions and answers about her cock sucking days and I wondered why she or if she liked going down on me.

"First, yes I like going down on you. I love watching you squirm and knowing I am the one making you squirm," she was sincere and not joking, " and second, it protects both of us from ending up with me taking you in my pussy. You know, our deal."

I nodded.

"I think if we didn't do that," she spoke softly, "we would forget everything and fuck. I wouldn't say no, I don't think you would either, and we would feel guilty the minute you shot your wad in my twat while I was pulling you deeper inside and telling you to, '… whip and ride buckaroo ..'"

She was right. It wouldn't take long for our friendship to head south after that. So far, me fucking her in her ass and going down on her and her on me, was something we could rationalize and were comfortable with. Pumping her ass full of cum or her taking me down her throat as using toys on her was the safest thing we could do for each other and our friendship. Neither one of us wanted to screw up this enema thing we had going. Friends like that are damned hard to find.

"Looks like you have a couple of quarts in you," she said as she reached up and felt the bag and her shirt opened up more and her breasts swayed and jiggled. "How are you holding up?"

"Feeling pretty full," I said, "but I think I can take some more."

"Good," she smiled, "roll onto your belly."

She volunteered to hold onto my dick so it would get crimped when I rolled onto my stomach and she also managed to keep the hose and nozzle in my ass.

"You've got a pretty cock," she smiled. "I like having it in my mouth. Nice and warm and, well, I like it."

We talked some more as more of the enema drained into me and I was starting to feel pretty full. "Almost done," she observed, like that was supposed to make it less urgent.

"Not sure I can take all three quarts," I was thinking.

"I did," she challenged, "you can too."

It was slow going and I had just about had all I could when she suggested I hoist my ass up in the air and keep my face on the bed. "Go on, do it," she suggested. "I'll stop the flow for a bit while you get into position and get used to it."

It helped. It helped a lot. And finally the familiar "gurgle" or sucking noise as the last bit of water went right down the tube, out the douche pipe, and into my very full ass.

"Nice job," she smiled and then gave me a quick kiss. "I'll hold the bag while you get up and head for the bathroom."

She didn't have to ask twice and she followed me into the bathroom and left me there to do my business. I thought I would never stop pushing water from me into the toilet. The city sewer system was going to be three quarts deeper when I got through. It felt good to let it go.

It was getting pretty late by the time I got through and we knew it was time to call it a night. Neither one of us wanted to put our clothes back on. I'm not Brad Pitt and she wasn't Angeline Jolie but I loved seeing her naked and being able to touch her anywhere and not be told no. I wanted to see just how far she would feel comfortable with me doing something so, as we sat there on the bed talking to each other, I leaned forward and took one of her breasts in my mouth and sucked on it a few times. That got her nipples hard. I didn't do that long, and so, then I went even further down her body and spread her legs and she leaned back a little and she stroked the back of my head as I kissed her on her pussy lips. They were wet and she was so warm.

But something in her touch on my head told me that we had better stop what we were doing or Woody might come back to life and she might not say no.

I sat back up and we both looked straight into each other's eyes and went, "Whew."

She stayed naked as I got dressed and she said that she would take care of putting things away. She walked me up the stairs and to the door with her arm around my waist and mine around hers.

We stood close to each other and then we hugged. She felt so damned good. Her ass in my hands that were either caressing her cheeks or my finger tips running all over her back or shoulders or the tops of her thighs and her pressing against me. Gingerly, because her pussy was still very raw from when she got off on me at the beginning.

Then that kiss. It was hungry. It was long. But it was a good thing I had my clothes on or we would have fucked for sure.

When we ended the kiss, we both agreed that it was time for this evening to end. I left her there, naked in the doorway, in the darkness, and I went home.

So far, we kept our friendship in tact.

Gila, diamond, SuperEgo, and Gibby, thanks for your kind words. I hope you like this one.

Hi Cedar, great story, sexy and sensual but not trashy, and most important, well written! Hard to believe it is your first, please do not let it be your last!

Cedar,

You have a talent for erotic writing in everyday language that adds to the realism of your exploits.

I agree with the comments of other members, don't stop writing! With some editing you could convert these

Experiences into an erotic self published book.

How do you find the time to write about your experiences.

A

" I did NOT have sex with that woman, Miss Lewinski." (I just screwed her with a cigar and smoked it later)

Hi, jimmyt44. Yep, that sounds about right. Technical self-denial is what that is for sure. Of course, that would not sell to a wife in the least little bit. Nope.

Cedar