I have a new respect for the very humble bulb enema and a regular straight-tipped enema nozzle that is just about three inches long. I have this new respect after having given a very attractive woman an enema with it and seeing her reaction to it.
I like Beth Anne. When I first was getting to know Lora as a friend from a very long time ago, Lora helped Beth Anne out at her flower shop. It was a good working relationship between the two of them and a good arrangement. Lora had catering business and also made lots of crafts and decorations for weddings and birthday parties. Lora also did some bookkeeping on the side, she had to, because of the large farms that she and her husband, Tom, owned and operated. My contact with Lora was professional on some matters that she had knowledge of and that was about it. She was down-to-earth.
Beth Anne was cordial towards me and would fade into the background when, and if, Lora’s and my path crossed. This was before we worked together in a concern that was mostly bat-shit crazy. We’re talking more than thirty years ago. It was the very beginning of my acquaintance and then friendship with Lora. Beth Anne was the quiet, harried one who was busy taking orders for flowers and doing things for weddings and brides. She struck me as being very professional and reserved, and very competent at what she did.
It was interesting to see Lora with Beth Anne side-by-side. Lora was about 5’8” tall and a great looking gal, blonde, sassy, and who I came to know as having more balls than a lot of the guys I worked for back in the day. Lora always joked that she would like to be a bus driver because it was fun telling people where to get off. Beth Anne, when she heard that, would just shyly smile and give her head a little shake in a, “… oh yeah, that would be Lora.”
That’s the way it was with my acquaintance with this very tall woman, Beth Anne. She must be every bit of 6’1” tall, red or ginger hair, a slender build, and curves in all of the right places. I liked her smile, when she smiled that is. She was very reserved. She seemed a little aloof. She was out of my league, in other words. I felt the same way with Lora.
I didn’t have a lot of occasion to go to a flower shop, I worked a lot of night shifts and I was single at the time. I was sort of a freaking monk in a lot of ways. I had great night vision.
Then Lora applied to work for the parent company where I worked and I began to see Lora around more and more. She was easy to talk to and called a spade a spade and didn’t take shit off of anyone. Especially the guys I worked with at the time. After all, she did have more balls than 90% of them.
Still Lora kept her hand in the catering business and that meant that at times I would go by the flower shop and there would be Beth Anne. She still kept mostly to herself, but would speak when spoken to, and may have said more, but Lora was never at a loss for words. Beth Anne was a busy woman.
Beth Anne looks right at home in a flower shop. She has red, or ginger hair, wears it up a lot, and has those black rimmed bookworm type glasses. She looks every bit the part of a nerd. She also would look right at home in a library, a science lab, a computer programmer, or a convent. She is a quiet and private lady. She was always cordial and always, there was that cool reserve about her. Lora was outgoing enough for the two of them. Hell, Lora was outgoing enough for ten people.
Lora made a transfer into the division where I worked and was now in contact with each other more and more. She was very married and very much in love with her lil bowlegged man and landed a job that involved a lot of communication with myself and some of the guys I worked with at the time. She knew her business and always gave it to you straight. You always knew where you stood with Lora. We got to know each other and worked a lot of the same hours as each other. Our friendship grew.
Lora was pregnant with DD when our association took a sudden turn and we didn’t see or speak with each other again for nearly a year or more. Somehow, a couple of years later, I found myself in a new position and Lora came back to work. She probably tired of changing DD’s diapers and listening to her all hours of the day and night.
I missed her. She missed me. Beth Anne was still in the background, tending to business, but still very cordial. I noticed that Beth Anne had those eyes that looked at you and she was probably mentally deciding whether to like you or not. That’s if she was thinking about you at all. The thing is, I always thought that she knew more than she said. I didn’t want to play poker with her.
Lora eventually came to work for me in my division and she was invaluable. She was very loyal and knew everyone and everything about everyone. She didn’t take any shit. Once again, though, things took a turn and it was once more no more seeing Lora regularly.
We still kept in touch, just not every day. When we saw each other in a store or somewhere, Lora would give me a nice hug and we would catch up on some of the latest gossip. A few times I would see her at the flower shop where she was helping Beth Anne out and I would drop in, and Lora would give me a nice long hug. Beth Anne noticed. Beth Anne also knew more than I did about what was going on in Lora’s life.
Beth Anne had Lora’s back. I could tell. Beth Anne had that look. I didn’t have any idea why Beth Anne would have “that” look.
Then one evening, Lora came to the office and confided in me about her needing a colonoscopy. The word, “enema”, came up and if you care to read this whole thread, things happened after that. Lora and my friendship changed towards each other, profoundly.
It lead to our affair, our deepening relationship, and unbeknownst to me, Beth Anne was now intently interested in making sure her friend of just as many, if not more years, didn’t get hurt. Beth Anne didn’t know who or what was going on in Lora’s life, just that there were changes and at first Lora didn’t seem to be doing so well. Beth Anne was now less than concerned about being seen watching Lora and I hug, or listening to how we spoke to each other whenever we were in the presence of Beth Anne.
As time wore on, and Lora started to find out just what it was that she wanted out of life, and she and I were very much involved in our affair and our enemas, she began to change. Lora said that she began to change for the better. Part of that change for the better was Lora’s deepening friendship with Beth Anne. By the way, Beth Anne sounds like she is from Britain or Ireland, or maybe even Canada.
That would be good news. Right? Well, maybe not for a very good friend of Lora’s who felt it was her duty to keep an eye on her and keep her from making a mistake. Beth Anne suspected I was part of the “problem” and if she had to bust a cap in my ass, well, so be it. It would be the job of a best friend to keep another friend out of trouble and ruining their life.
Now this part of the story is way fuzzy for me. The thing is, that somehow, someway, at some time, Beth Anne saw some changes in Lora that benefited Lora’s marriage and life. Being modest keeps me from claiming that I was the reason. If I wasn’t so modest, I would be perfect. It’s a burden.
I was getting “those” looks less and less from Beth Anne as time went on, especially after I invited Lora to come to zity.biz. At least that is the time-line I think fits what happened.
Beth Anne found Lora out in a big way and confronted her with what she knew or suspected. Lora told me that Beth Anne laid it all out for her, point by point, instant by instant, and Lora was surprised at how much she knew. Lora also told me that Beth Anne knew I was involved. I think Beth Anne is a spy.
Lora said that she didn’t give me up until Beth Anne came right out and asked her if I was the one she was doing all of these things with and wanted to know details. Beth Anne even knew about Lora losing her “cherry” to Gibby. Personally, I think that was something Beth Anne liked knowing because, as I found out, Beth Anne’s gate does swing that way, too.
From that point on, or somewhere in there, I got the feeling that Beth Anne was no longer thinking about killing my tired ass, freezing my body in her freezer, and then running me through her wood chipper and mulcher as food for her roses. I’m not entirely joking about that.
I think I got the seal of approval from Beth Anne when Lora’s marriage to Tom improved and they became intimate friends with Beth Anne and her husband. They even vacationed together, with Gibby and her husband, Pete, at some nudie resort somewhere with a lot of ocean and beaches.
Since Beth Anne wasn’t going to kill me to defend the honor of Lora, she figured she might as well get to know me better. One thing lead to another, and another, and I found out I really liked this woman. I think Lora even liked the fact that Beth Anne was liking me.
Beth Anne and I became very good friends, with a very dear friend in common, Lora. We both love her. We loved her in every since of the word.
Beth Anne, she will claim, is the one who eventually came up with the idea or concept of “total access” for each other. We made a pact that we would have total access to the other in any way we wanted, and that we would not say no. We adopted Lora’s philosophy of being responsible for our own orgasms and that nothing was off limits the first time. Not a single thing.
That is where we began to really get to know each other and where we began to gain an appreciation for the woman Lora is.
Then we lost Lora.
Beth Anne is patient with me, up to a point. She still is as I wrap my heart around this life without Lora. Beth Anne knows this and feels this, too, and has been keeping up her end of the pact of total access by not even waiting for me to ask her to undress or be there. She just does it and understands.
This changed a little the other night. I was at Beth Anne’s helping with a delivery and the rare full moon, a harvest moon, was out in all its glory after we got done. Beth Anne wanted to lay in the bed upstairs with me and watch the moon through the skylight. We took our clothes off and had enemas as we lay there together watching that moon’s bright light fill the room. I lay behind her and cuddled with her and she was so subtle and unassuming but I found myself inside of her and we just felt the moment and the presence of a friendship.
It was the right thing to do at the right time. I also had it reaffirmed for me that our “total access” was very much alive and well. There was also space for us to come to grips with what we were feeling.
So, the night before last, I helped Beth Anne in the shop after hours. I had given her a replica of an old time table top radio. We like to listen to old radio shows and so we went upstairs to kick back for a while and catch a mystery.
I took Beth Anne’s clothes off and she asked me to keep mine on and hold her while we listened to the show. Who knows? Maybe I don’t look that great naked. I was happy to comply with that and I knew that Beth Anne had a bulb enema in her bathroom. I asked her if she used it much.
“No,” she said, “it just has that little nozzle and it’s ok for a quick wash out, but a little too hard to give to myself.”
“I want to give you an enema with it,” I told her. “That little nozzle doesn’t feel half bad if someone else is giving you the enema.”
Without hesitation Beth Anne said, “Right then, seems I’m dressed for the part. Let’s see if a bulb enema with that little nozzle is anything like you claim.”
I watched Beth Anne’s tall, graceful, slender frame walk to the bathroom and get the bulb enema and bring it back. I love seeing her pale skin give contrast to her ginger bush and she wasn’t trying to hide a thing from me.
“Do you have some KY, Beth Anne,” I asked her. “You know there were will be a few insertions and I don’t want to let there be too much friction.”
“The KY’s by the bed where we keep it, and I’ll get a warm pitcher of water for us to use. Oh, and a towel, I want to have it across your lap,” she said as she was getting things and I was getting the lube.
I love watching her walk around naked. Her whole body is so graceful and she likes being watched. She doesn’t try to hide the fact she likes being watched, either. She is not coy and doesn’t make any pretenses when she gives you total access to her.
“So, love,” she asked holding a full pitcher of water, “how are we going to do this? The couch?”
“Will it be long enough for you?” I asked.
“I don’t think so,” she was thinking, “but if I’m over your lap, that should make a better fit.”
“The bed?” I suggested.
“Not really,” she mused, “There’s no place for you to lean back on and sit up properly when you give me this enema.”
That was pretty obvious to us both and I sat down on the couch and Beth Anne remembered we would need a towel.
When she came back with the towel and a we moved the coffee table to put the pitcher of water on it, we started adjusting ourselves so we would be comfortable when we started giving her this bulb enema. When Beth Anne was leaning forward to get on the couch, her breasts swayed and I watched between her legs as she got on her knees on the couch.
She arranged the towel over my lap and handed me the KY and made sure the pitcher of water was in reach. Then Beth Anne leaned over my lap and was almost in position when she caught herself and said that she needed to “… switch on …” the radio so we could listen to “… our stories …”
“Ready, love?” she asked me as she got back on the couch and was leaning over my lap.
“You bet,” I told her and she was over my lap and the cheeks of her beautiful ass parted just a little and I could just see her rosebud.
“This is not the best for my back,” she said, “but it will do.
I opened the KY tube and spread some on my fingers and then parted her cheeks. “This might be cold,” I told her as the tip of my finger made contact with her rosebud and I began to slip my lubed finger inside of her.
“Mmmmm,” she sighed. “That feels splendid. Do slide in and out a bit for me and let me enjoy that a little bit.”
I put one finger inside of her and she was so warm and felt so good as she closed in around my finger. She sighed as I moved it around inside of her anus and rectum and I would put a drop or two more KY and work it down inside of her.
“Mmmm, yes that’s nice all by itself,” and she was smiling.
I worked my finger in and out of her rosebud several times. As I did so, I noticed that the ginger hair around her slit was moist and glistened a little bit. She was also showing signs of swelling and there was no mistake that she was wet. As I worked my forefinger in and around in her rosebud, I let the tip of my middle finger run along her wet slit as I pressed my finger in and out of her ass.
The way she was angling her hips and let her legs spread a little more, I knew that she wanted me to let my fingers slip into her folds. She was becoming very excited and began pressing against me and trying to rub her clit. I knew what she needed so I reached my other hand underneath her and gave her the back of my hand to rub her clit on while working my other fingers into and out of her clit. I was being very careful not to let my finger that was lubing her ass come in contact with her slit.
What we were doing was working and Beth Anne started letting little sounds slip from her voice and then go lower in her throat. It was almost as if she was getting ready to sing, which she can, like an angel. The sounds she let get past her lips were melodic and followed by sighs and soft moans from deeper in her.
Then it all came together for Beth Anne and she began to cum and almost sweetly groan as she let herself slip into that “cum lust mist” that she wrapped herself in and let take her away.
It wasn’t easy on her back once she had her orgasms wash over her, but eventually she let herself form over my lap and was catching her breath. Every so often she would shiver as she rubbed against my hand that I still held against her pussy and clit. My had was soaked and so was the towel over my lap.
The look of contentment on Beth Anne’s face after she “… got hers …” was priceless.
After a while, Beth Anne caught her breath and looked back to me and said, “Right then, love, let’s have a go at that enema and see what it’s all about.”
We were using an 8 ounce bulb and there were an easy two quarts in the pitcher and I was going to make the most out of being able to insert that little enema nozzle into Beth Anne’s ass as many times as I could. Usually it’s about eight or ten times.
I parted Beth Anne’s cheeks and pressed the tip of the enema nozzle into her rosebud and slipped it in to her. I would go all the way to the “hilt” and then back it out so that just the very, very tip of the enema nozzle was inside of her body. Then I would squeeze the enema bulb so that it would have to squirt past her partially closed sphincter. From experience, for me anyway, this makes a sort of “fluttering” sensation in my ass, and I was hoping it was working that way for Beth Anne.
A couple of insertions, I would angle the tip to one side or the other to spray the “walls” of her sphincter. I know that there are two muscles that work together down there and I wanted to make them feel the flow of the stream of water from the bulb enema. I wanted Beth Anne to feel this sensation, even if it isn’t “over-the-top” in terms of sensations.
Beth Anne seemed to be enjoying the enema I was giving her and it was taking longer because I was moving it around. Moving it so that I could find that right angle so she would feel the flow of the enema better. She seemed to enjoy the repeated insertions and we took the time to help her “rub a couple off” as we did her enema.
Beth Anne’s last orgasm was taken as I held the last full bulb enema right against her rosebud as she had, “… one more …” before her enema was done. I made sure to get all but a few drops of the entire pitcher of water into her.
Beth Anne stayed across my lap as she, “… came down …” and caught her breath.
“How’s your back?” I asked her.
“Oh, I’m going to feel that in the morning,” she said, “but right now I’m just feeling all warm and had.”
After she said that she started to get up off of my lap and stood up and stretched.
“Any trouble holding that enema?” I asked her.
“Not at all,” she said and patted her belly and examined her red, swollen, pussy. “All’s good. I may want to walk about to get the enema moving.”
I then stood up and took her hand and backed her up to the bed. “Lay back on the bed,” I told her.
I think she knew what I wanted to do, and she smiled and said, “Yes, sir.”
Her hips were at the edge of the bed and I was starting to kneel down as she put her legs around my neck and over my shoulders as I leaned forward to taste her pussy.
“Wait a minute, love,” Beth Anne told me. “Let’s move me back fulling onto the bed so that you can have me and be able to lie down to take me that way.”
“That’ll be easier on my back,” I told her.
“Well, there’s that, too,” she giggled. “But I was thinking that you’d be able to have me a little longer if your back didn’t give out.”
I really think that if that enema I gave her hadn’t started to kick in, that I’d have been there a lot longer going down on her. It did, though, and she made it in plenty of time.
She walked a little funny though, like maybe she was chapped a little bit.
When Beth Anne got done releasing her enema, it was pretty late and time to head back.
“So, how did you like that version of a bulb enema?” I asked her.
Beth Anne put her arms around my neck and pressed onto me, “It definitely is enjoyable and since you are in possession of a prostate, I see some possibilities there.”
She then kissed me and said, “Mmmm, I do taste good, don’t I?”
“That you do. That you do.”
“Now love,” she began, “do you want to sit on the couch, the chair, or the bed?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” she told me, “you’re not leaving here with what I’m feeling from you right now. So, I’m going down on you as soon as you pull down those jeans so I can have a go at you.”
I pulled my jeans down and was looking to sit down in the chair but with them bunching up down around my ankles Beth Anne said, “Step out of them, love. I need to get right between there so I can take you.”
It didn’t take her long at all. Not long at all!
Beth Anne swallowed all of my cum and it felt so damn good. She kept me in her mouth after I went soft and as I was catching my breath. I stroked her red hair and counted my lucky stars.
She looked up at me and asked, “Do you want an enema before you go?”
“Don’t really have the time,” I told her.
She helped me on with my skivvies and jeans and had me pause before I pulled them up.
“One more thing before you go,” she told me as she opened up a condom wrapper. “Where’s that magnet we got for you? I want you to wear it home.”
“Down in the shop, I think,” I told her. “Do you have another condom?”
She knew what I meant and she reached into the night table and got another one. “Let’s go get those and call it a night.”
Beth Anne put the condom on my magnet and I leaned forward on the bench where Lora used to do her crafts. Beth Anne deftly slipped the handle of the magnet into my ass and then took my dick into her mouth and gave it a little suck or two.
“Now me, love,” she said and handed me her magnet. She then leaned forward and I parted her cheeks and slipped the magnet into her ass. I love doing that and watching it go inside of her.
She was naked as she walked me to the door and we kissed again.
“Will you have any problem sitting and driving home with that up your bum?” she asked.
“No,” I said. “Will you?”
“No problem,” she winked and we again kissed. Then she looked serious.
“Cedar,” she said looking down into my eyes and I’m not going to forget this. “We’re here because of her, and we will remember her. We will never forget her. But this is about us going forward as friends because of her but for us.
We have total access to each other and I’m not giving that up. I am going to take my total access to you as long as you permit. I want that from you.”
I didn’t know what to say then.
I think it had been on her mind for a while. Maybe when Lora was still here. I haven’t been the most “attentive” guy since I, we, lost Lora. Beth Anne is quite the lady and a great friend in more than just the “kinky” way.
I’ve been thinking about that night. Writing bits and pieces of this post since then. That’s probably why it is so damned long.
Tonight, or this morning, I am going to post this. All I can say is that, I finished this while I have that magnet Beth Anne gave me that night inside of me. No. Not all the time since then, just while I finished this.
Beth Anne’s husband is back in town and will be for the whole week. It will be interesting if she tries that enema out on him. He’s a lucky guy.
I’m going to stick with the “total access” with Beth Anne. Until she comes to her senses. 😉
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