Marsha's Enema Clinic
An Erotic Enema Story
by "D"
Disclaimer: This story includes situations of an adult nature
that may not be appropriate for all readers. All characters
and situations are fictional and provided solely for the
enjoyment of readers. Any resemblence to real persons is
coincidence and strictly in the mind of the beholder.
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Synopsis: Marsha is a registered nurse in her early thirties
who is bisexual. She works second shift in the Emergency Room
at a local hospital, but she runs a hobby side-business of
offering old-fashioned enemas to clients seeking alternative
therapies. Jennifer is one such patient who responds to Marsha's
notice on an alternative medicine website. After a couple of
treatment sessions they develop a friendship and Marsha realizes
she is drawn to Jennifer. Marsha begins to make house-calls
and, one evening during some experimentation with alcohol,
Marsha seduces Jennifer and they make love. This encounter
causes Jennifer to confront her own sexuality in a new light.
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Part I
Marsha sat at her desk reviewing her appointment calendar. She
had only one today, and this one was late. Marsha wondered if it
was going to be a no-show. That happened too often with a new
client.
A brunette of medium build, Marsha was thirty-two years of age.
She had pulled her shoulder-length hair into a ponytail and was
wearing maroon scrubs. With an exasperated sigh she closed the
lid on her laptop.
The doorbell rang and Marsha stepped to answer it.
Standing on the stoop of the single-story bungalow was a young
woman. She was slim with her dark blonde hair cut above her
shoulders and wearing jeans and a short-sleeved blouse.
"Jennifer? Come in. I'm Marsha."
Jennifer stepped in and looked around, nervously. "I'm sorry if
I'm a bit late. I wasn't expecting to find you in a residential
neighborhood..."
"Not a problem," Marsha replied. "I don't have any other
appointments today. Have a seat." Jennifer sat on the sofa and
Marsha sat in a chair. "What brings you here?" she asked of her
visitor.
"I ... I saw your notice online," Jennifer replied shyly. "You
see..." She pressed her hand to her lower abdomen. "I'm not sure
what's wrong with me but every once in a while I get ... I
can't..."
"You get a bit constipated?" Marsha prompted her.
"Yes, and not just a bit."
"Have you seen a doctor?"
She nodded. "I have. He thinks I just have a sluggish colon ...
maybe some form of IBS ... and maybe stress is a factor. He
recommended a high-fibre diet and most of the time I'm okay.
Sometimes, especially if I have a change of routine, I get ...
my doctor recommended a number of things I can do when that
happens ... softeners, bulking agents and laxatives. This time
nothing worked and because of my job I don't want to use a harsh
laxative."
"What is your work?"
"I'm a flight attendant."
Marsha nodded. "It would be awkward if you suddenly got the urge
when you're taking off."
"Precisely. My doctor also said I could take an enema ... which
I have done other times when..."
"What sort of enema?" Marsha asked.
"One from the drugstore."
"Do you mean, of the squeeze-bottle variety?"
"Yes."
"Does that give you relief?" Marsha asked.
"It does... I was reading a news article about how they're not
so good for you."
"I don't think they are," Marsha replied. "They contain
concentrated phosphate salts, and that can stress your kidneys.
They have caused injuries in people sensitive to them."
"I was looking at an alternative medicine website and saw your
notice for your clinic," Jennifer continued. "You advertised a
natural enema ... like your grandmother used."
"That's right. I believe it's gentler and more natural than
relying on harsh chemicals."
"Have you been doing this long?" Jennifer asked.
"I have. I'm a registered nurse and I work second shift at the
hospital. I set up this clinic to help folks like you. I also
use enemas regularly myself, so I understand what the patient is
experiencing. I guarantee you'll feel better afterward." Marsha
handed Jennifer a clip board and a pen. "Fill out some personal
information and sign the release."
Jennifer filled out the form and returned the clip board to
Marsha. She reviewed the paper, noting what her patient had
written. "Come with me," she said, pleasantly.
Marsha led Jennifer to the back of the house and through a door
labeled, Clinic. The room had been repurposed from a guest
bedroom. It had vinyl flooring and was lined with stainless
steel cabinets. In the center was an examination table. Ceiling-
mounted flourescent lamps illuminated the room with bright,
harsh light
Marsha handed Jennifer a hospital gown. "You can change into
this. Give me a shout when you're ready. Go ahead and use the
lavratory." Jennifer carried the gown through a door and closed
it behind her. Marsha busied herself laying out equipment -- a
red, open-top enema bag, a length of amber surgical tubing and a
single-use enema pipe, sealed in a cellophane wrapper. From a
drawer she withdrew a stethoscope and hung it behind her neck
Jennifer emerged from the lavatory carrying her street clothes.
"Set them down on the chair," Marsha instructed. Her patient
complied and sat on the examination table. "Lie on your back,"
Marsha instructed and Jennifer complied. "I want to feel your
tummy..." She lifted Jennifer's gown. Underneath she wore a pair
of black briefs. Marsha scanned her slender but shapely legs.
Gently, Marsha probed Jennifer's abdomen with her fingertips.
She slipped the stethoscope's ear pieces into her ears and
pressed the bell against Jennifer's abdomen.
"What are you listening for?" Jennifer asked.
"Your bowel sounds ... not much going on in there."
"My doctor said I have a sluggish colon."
"So you said..." She slipped the device off and set it on the
counter. "I'll explain the procedure," she said. "How familiar
are you with your anatomy?"
"Somewhat," Jennifer replied.
Marsha gestured toward an anatomical chart on the wall. "This is
your colon. It's shaped like a question mark and it extends from
the lower right quadrant of your abdomen, up, across under your
ribcage and then down the other side. The objective of a large-
volume enema is to fill it from end to end. The mechanical
distention of your colon will stimulate peristalsis and help you
eliminate what's in there."
"Will it hurt?" Jennifer asked.
"An enema should never hurt. You might experience some
discomfort or some unfamiliar sensations. Some of those
sensations may be unpleasant, but you should not feel any real
pain."
Jennifer swallowed hard and nodded in comprehension.
"I don't want to sugar-coat anything, Jennifer. Sometimes you
need to feel a little worse before you can feel better." Marsha
looked into Jennifer's light brown eyes. "I am a pro at this.
Your comfort is paramount."
"Understood."
Marsha regarded the form on the clip board. "So, Tuesday was the
last time you pottied?"
"That's right."
"You must be rather uncomfortable by now."
She nodded. "I am ... and I have to go back to work tomorrow."
"That's one advantage of an enema -- you choose the time and
place..." She regarded the paperwork again. "You haven't had any
abdominal surgery..."
"No."
"No rectal bleeding or black stools?"
"No. I just get ... bound up ... once in a while."
"Then, let's get started." Marsha wheeled an I.V. stand near the
examination table. "While I get things ready, why don't you slip
out of those briefs."
"Okay..."
Marsha ran water in a stainless-steel sink to warm it. "Since
you're so badly impacted, I'm recommending you have two enemas
today. For the first one I'll use a mild soapsuds solution."
"Why soapsuds?" Jennifer asked.
"It'll make the enema a bit more purgative, and it makes things
slippery so they slide out easier." Marsha affixed the length of
latex hose to the enema bag. She threaded a metal clamp onto the
hose, picked up the enema tip and removed the cellophane
wrapper. This she affixed to the end of the hose.
Marsha turned to a stainless-steel sink, opened the tap and
checked water the temperature with her wrist. She filled a
large, pastic pitcher to the one and a half quart level. Then,
she measured a small amount of liquid castile soap into the
pitcher and stirred it with a long spoon. "Since you're rather
petite, I'm going to use three pints for your first enema,"
Marsha explained as she poured the soapy water into the
reservoir. She hung the bag on the I.V. stand. "I'll explain
what you'll experience. When I start the enema, the fluid will
fill your rectum and that may give you a sensation of having to
go, or maybe needing to pass some gas. You'll need to resist
that urge, but you shouldn't have trouble holding it back.
Eventually the enema will find its way deeper into your colon.
You may feel some pressure inside as the enema works it way
higher, and you may experience some cramping. If you start
feeling cramps, tell me and I'll stop the flow until the enema
can find a channel further into your colon and the cramps
dissipate. Understand?"
Jennifer nodded. "Yes."
"As the enema progresses you'll start feeling fullness in your
abdomen and maybe a sense of bloating. That's normal. If you
feel any sharp pain, tell me right away."
"Understood."
Marsha slipped an exam glove onto her right hand. "I want you to
lie on your left side and draw up your knees." Jennifer
complied and Marsha covered her legs from her knees down with a
light drape. "Are you warm enough?"
"I'm fine," Jennifer replied.
"I'm going to put some lube on you. I'm also going to give you a
quick rectal exam." Marsha lifted the gown to expose Jennifer's
buttocks and spread them with her left hand. "Everything looks
normal..." She squeezed lube onto her finger and applied it to
her patient's pinkish-brown anus, working it into her orifice.
"Relax the muscles in your bottom," she said.
"I'm trying to."
Marsha slid her finger into Jennifer's rectum, past the second
knuckle. "I don't feel anything amiss inside." She squeezed more
lube onto the nozzle and used her gloved finger to thoroughly
coat it. "Here comes the nozzle," she said. Spreading Jennifer's
buttocks with her left hand Marsha eased the tip past her
sphincter and pushed the nozzle's shaft into her rectum. "Okay,
it's in. Did that feel okay?"
"I guess..."
"Now, straighten your left leg a bit and roll partway onto your
tummy ... Touch your right foot to your left knee and bring your
left arm behind your back ... good. I'm going to start the flow.
We'll go slowly at first to minimize any discomfort."
Marsha opened the clamp. By pinching and releasing the hose she
began delivering the enema into Jennifer's colon in short
bursts.
"I can feel it," Jennifer said.
"You should take long, deep breaths," Marsha said. "Use your
diaphragm. It will flex your colon and help distribute the
enema.
Jennifer began taking long, deep breaths. "I can feel pressure
build and release ... and then, build and release further up.
You're right -- it is an odd sensation."
"But, not unpleasant?"
"Just very different," Jennifer replied.
"You're doing really well," Marsha said. She watched the bag
deflate until it was down about a third; then she closed the
clamp. "Now I want you to roll onto your back." Jennifer
complied. "Get comfy and relax..." Marsha snapped open the
clamp.
Jennifer resumed her deliberate breathing. She pointed to her
right side under her ribcage. "I can feel it here," she said.
"Feels like some bubbles inside."
"Any discomfort?"
"Not so far. I am starting to feel fullness."
Marsha watched the bag. She closed the clamp. "Okay, now roll
onto your right side."
Jennifer turned over. "More bubbles inside..." Marsha opened the
clamp. "Really feeling full, now," Jennifer said. "Doesn't hurt
... a little uncomfortable, though."
"That's normal," Marsha reassured her. "Try to stay relaxed.
Just a little more..."
"Too full," Jennifer said. She let out a soft moan. "Marsha --
it's too much!"
"Going, going," Marsha pinched the bag. "Gone. Okay, you're
done. You took that like a pro, Jennifer. Are you sure you've
never done this before?"
"Never... I feel like I'm going to burst!"
"I guarantee that won't happen," Marsha replied as she closed
the clamp and eased the nozzle from Jennifer's bottom. "Lie on
your back. I'm going to give your tummy a gentle massage."
Through the fabric of the gown Marsha pressed her fingers into
Jennifer's belly, starting near her left hip and proceeding up
her left side, across under her ribcage and down. "This helps
get things moving as well," Marsha said as she repeated her
massage. "I can tell -- you are one filled-up girl," Marsha
remarked. "Feel... You can feel the fullness in your belly."
Jennifer pressed her fingers against her abdomen. "Wow ... I
can..."
"The longer you hold it the better it works," Marsha said. "I
know you probably want to get up and go right now. See if you
can hold it for five minutes while the soapsuds do their work."
"I'll try," Jennifer said. "I'm beginning to feel like ... some
nausea."
"That's your colon starting to respond to the soapsuds," Marsha
replied. "It's normal."
"I feel a little like I want to throw up."
"I have a basin here," Marsha said and produced it from a shelf
under the exam table.
"I don't think I'm going to," Jennifer retorted. "It feels a bit
that way -- that's all..."
"Those are normal sensations," Marsha said reassuringly. "A good
enema makes your colon uncomfortable, to stimulate it into doing
its job."
"I need to go," Jennifer whined.
"I know when you're holding a soapsuds enema one minute feels
like ten. You've held it for two minutes already. You can hold
it for three minutes more."
"Mmmph," Jennifer grunted. "It's coming in waves."
"The enema is inducing peristalsis in your colon. You're doing
really well, Jennifer. Some advice on expelling one of these...
Don't rush it, relax and let your colon do the work. Bear down
if there's something to push out, but don't strain if there
isn't." Marsha said as she glanced at her watch. "Another thirty
seconds... Okay, the lavatory's over there." She helped her
patient sit up.
Jennifer swung her feet to the floor and trotted, cradling her
belly in her arms, into the lavatory and closed the door behind
her. Marsha took down the fountain syringe and carried it to the
sink where she flushed the reservoir and the hose with clear
water.
The door to the lavatory opened and Jennifer emerged. "How did
you make out?" Marsha asked her.
"Oh, I pooped and pooped and pooped," she replied. "It felt a
bit like ... I dunno, food poisoning? Now I feel much better and
it felt so good pushing it out."
Marsha began filling the reservoir with plain tap water. "We'll
get started on your second enema," she said.
"Why do I need another one?" Jennifer asked.
"This one is plain water. It'll rinse out any remaining soapsuds
that might irritate your the lining of your colon. I'm giving
you the full two quarts this time. Without any soapsuds the
enema needs to work from the distention alone. If you could lie
on your left side again..."
"Okay... I was a little apprehensive for the first one but now
that I know what to expect. Not looking forward to the bloat,
though..."
Marsha hung the bag and flushed air from the hose. "Like before,
I'm going to put some lube on you," she said and with a gloved
finger she worked an ample blob of the clear, slick gel into
Jennifer's anus. "Here comes the nozzle..." Marsha eased the tip
into Jennifer's orifice.
"This one you can take on your back," Marsha instructed. "The
first one emptied your colon so this should flow in really
easily." Jennifer rolled onto her back and Marsha covered her
feet with the drape. "I'm starting the flow." She snapped open
the clamp. "Remember your breathing."
Marsha watched Jennifer's abdomen rise and fall with her deep
breathing. "Oh, I can feel it flowing in and filling me,"
Jennifer said, "the warmth reaching deep into me. It's a really
different sensation."
"It's not a bad sensation, is it?"
"No ... it almost feels good."
"It's flowing really fast," Marsha remarked as she pinched the
bag. "You've about a pint and a half left."
"Starting to feel full," Jennifer remarked.
Marsha closed the clamp. "Roll onto your right side. That way
gravity will help the enema fill your cecum."
"My cecum?"
Marsha pointed to the chart on the wall. "That's the big
structure at the far end of your colon." She placed her fingers
under Jennifer's right side. "Feel here -- you can feel the
fullness."
"Oh, yeah..." Marsha opened the clamp. "Ohhh," Jennifer moaned.
"Too full again..."
Marsha closed the clamp. "We'll pause and let you rest for a
moment. You really are almost done, Jennifer. There's less than
half a pint in the bag." She regarded her patient. "Feeling
better?"
"Yeah, a little."
"Relax the muscles in your abdomen and let your tummy fill. Try
panting like a dog -- use your ribs and keep your diaphragm
relaxed." Marsha opened the clamp again. "Just let the water
in..." Jennifer opened her mouth and began shallow panting.
"Just a little more... Okay. Done." She closed the clamp and
retrieved the nozzle.
"I feel so full."
"You don't need to hold this one as long, Jennifer. Roll on your
back and I'll give your tummy another gentle massage."
"Okay..." Jennifer lay on her back and Marsha said and began
working her fingers along her abdomen.
"You are one filled-up girl," Marsha remarked.
"I think I want to get up..." Marsha helped her from the table.
Jennifer pressed her palms to the sides of her abdomen. "My
stomach feels like it's bulging."
"It probably is. Two quarts is a lot for someone as petite as
you, and there may have been some of the first enema still
inside you. Same rules apply for exelling."
Jennifer headed for the lavatory and closed the door.
"Once you're done in there," Marsha called to her through the
door, "go ahead and put on your street clothes. We're done here.
I'll be in my living room." Marsha filled the reservoir with hot
water and added some chlorine bleach. She let it stand for a few
minutes and then drained it through the hose into the sink. Then
she headed into her living room and sat at her desk.
Jennifer emerged from the clinic tucking her blouse into her
jeans. "Well, how did that one go?" Marsha asked.
"It was ... indescribable," Jennifer replied. "The first one
felt kind of crampy. This one was long surges of water -- one
after another. I could feel my colon shrinking and relaxing. It
felt really good pushing it out."
"Would you like some tea? I have some home-made shortbread."
"Sure ... if it's no trouble."
"None at all. I don't have any other appointments today. Besides
-- you're apt to drain a bit more water and I wouldn't want you
on the road when that happens."
"I dunno -- I feel pretty empty."
"It can fool you." Marsha led Jennifer to her kitchen. She began
heating water and set out plates and mugs. "I'll let you pick
your tea..." She held a box containing an assortment of bags.
Jennifer selected one and placed it in her mug. Marsha topped
them with boiling water and opened a tin of shortbread.
"This is very good," Jennifer remarked.
"Thanks..."
Jennifer sipped tea. "I don't know how to describe how much
better I feel now than when I walked in here. I can't believe
such a simple procedure can give me such relief."
"For a long, long time, folks relied on enemas," Marsha replied.
"It's only during the past generation or two they've fallen out
of favor. I know my grandma swore by them. She gave them to my
mom and to me. My mother was a single mom and we lived with
Grandma. Every Saturday night Grandma gave both of us our
enemas, and she took one herself. She was convinced they were
good for you. She thought they had a tonic effect on the colon."
"How so?" Jennifer bit into a piece of shortbread.
"She believed the distention and the motility a large-volume
enema induces exercises the muscles responsible for peristalsis.
In fact, if Grandma was right, you might discover that regular
enemas will benefit your colon -- mitigate whatever it is that's
causing you discomfort."
Jennifer nodded. "I think I can see that."
"Not only that," Marsha added, "you feel great after a good
enema."
"That's for sure. I do feel good ... mellow but also energized.
I had no idea."
Marsha sipped her tea. "You said you're a flight attendant.
Which airline?"
"Northern Air," Jennifer replied. "I'm assigned to a flight that
goes between here and Duluth, round trip, twice a day. Ninety
minutes up and ninety minutes back."
"Does it ever get boring?"
"Does it ever! On the one hand, it makes it a nine-to-five job
... most days. On the other hand, I am looking for an
opportunity for an assignment with a bit more variety..."
Jennifer's eyes widened and she pressed her hand against her
belly.
"Something happening in there?"
"Uh-huh," Jennifer said, nodding.
"The powder room is right over there."
"Excuse me..." Jennifer made a dash for the powder room and
closed the door. She emerged, her hands against her belly.
"Wow... I didn't think I had that much left in me. Now I really
feel empty, and I don't think I've ever felt so empty and
relaxed inside. You're right. I do feel great!"
"You had a good enema, Jennifer. You feel great after a good
enema."
"My stomach is so much flatter than before. Marsha -- this was
amazing. How often do you think I should have a treatment like
this?"
"Well -- once a week wouldn't be too often. That was Grandma's
prescription. That's what I do for my routine -- a once-a-week
two or three enema series. My colon looks forward to them."
Jennifer made a slight chortle. "You sound like it has a mind of
its own."
"Oh, it does. Your digestive system is almost like a second
brain. It works autonomously without any direction from up
here." Marsha pointed to her skull. "I'll tell you, Jennifer --
once you get used to how good an empty colon feels, you'll
become a regular."
"I'm sure I'll be back. By the way, how much do I owe you?"
"Twenty-five dollars."
"Twenty-five? That's all?"
"I feel badly taking any money from a patient like you," Marsha
replied. "I enjoy helping folks and you're the youngest and
prettiest patient I've had. Besides -- all I'm trying to do is
to cover my own expenses."
Jennifer began digging through her purse. "Shoot -- I forgot to
go to the ATM this morning. I don't suppose you take plastic."
"Sorry. Don't worry about it. You can owe me and we can settle
up later."
"You're sure?"
"I'm sure."
Jennifer picked up her handbag and Marsha escorted her to the
front door. "I'll be in touch."
Marsha watched as Jennifer climbed into her car and drove off.
Part II
Marsha's doorbell rang and she answered it. Jennifer stood on
the porch, wearing a denim skirt and blouse. "Come in," she
said. "How was your week?"
"Uneventful except for Wednesday. Bad weather kept me stuck in
Duluth overnight."
"How's your tummy doing?"
"Pretty well," Jennifer replied. She pressed her hand against
her belly. "I only started feeling sluggish the past day or so."
"When was the last time you..."
"Day before yesterday."
"Were you taking anything..."
Jennifer shook her head. "No. I really have felt better this
past week, Marsha. I felt lighter on my feet and like I had
more energy. I want to keep feeling this way. That's why I made
another appointment..." She opened her bag. "Before I forget
it." From her bag she retrieved a fifty-dollar bill and handed
it to Marsha. "For last week and for today."
"Are you ready to get started?"
"Ready and eager." Jennifer followed Marsha into the clinic.
"After last week I kept thinking about the experience. I wanted
to do it again, Marsha. I wanted to feel the water flowing
inside me and I remember how good I felt afterward."
"I'm pleased you had such a successful outcome," Marsha replied.
"We'll turn you into a regular in no time."
Marsha regarded Jennifer as she unbuttoned her blouse and
slipped it off. Underneath she wore a black bra supporting B-cup
sized breasts. Her abdomen was smooth and flat with a hint of
musculature and Marsha could discern the arch of her ribcage
under her skin.
"Can you help me -- its so awkward fastening these in back,"
Jennifer said as she slipped on the gown. She turned her back to
Marsha.
"This one closes with velcro," Marsha said. She regarded
Jennifer's back and shoulder blades with the narrow bra strap
crossing under them. "There," she said as she fastened the last
of the gown's closures.
Jennifer reached under the gown to unfasten the waistband of her
skirt. She let it drop to the floor and then slipped a pair of
black briefs down her legs.
Marsha opened a closet and from a shelf she removed a box
covered in shrink-wrap plastic. "Here." Marsha handed Jennifer
the box.
"What's this?"
"It's your own home enema kit," Marsha replied. "I'm going to
show you how to use it."
Jennifer regarded her. "For me? Why?"
"Because, you're a special patient, Jennifer. You know the old
saying about teaching a man to fish? Give a girl an enema and
she's good for a day. Teach her how and she's good for a
lifetime. This is something you can do yourself."
"You don't want me coming here?"
"That's not it at all. You're welcome to come as often as you
want. I enjoy you, Jennifer. I've enjoyed getting to know you.
It's just ... this is something I think you should know how to
do. This way if you find yourself needing one, you can address
the problem right away. Like I said last time -- I do this to
help folks like you."
"Okay... Thanks, Marsha."
"Go ahead -- open it up."
Jennifer stripped the wrap from the box and opened it. From it
she removed a red combination syringe, a length of white,
plastic hose and a cellophane bag containing nozzles and
fittings.
"This is called a combo syringe," Marsha explained. "It's
different from the open-top kind I use as it doubles as a hot-
water bottle. One advantage is that once it's filled, you can
set it on its side. You can't do that with an open-top model."
"I bet," Jennifer remarked.
Marsha held up one of the fittings. "I recommend using the
douche tip," she said. "I don't recommend douching. The douche
tip makes a better enema nozzle than this." She picked up the
straight enema pipe.
"Why?"
"It goes in deeper and it's easier to hold on to. The bulbous
end makes it harder to slip out. The multiple outlet holes are
less likely to get plugged up." Marsha wheeled the I.V. stand
close to the examination table. "You want to hang the bag so the
outlet is between one and a half and two feet above your rectum.
That depends on the position you use to take the enema. Some
folks like to lie down. Some like to take them on hands and
knees. You'll need to experiment to see what works best for
you."
"I understand. I thought lying down worked last week."
"You should try different postures -- to see what you like best.
At home you'll need to figure out how to suspend the bag. If you
put a towel on the bathroom floor you probably can hang it from
a towel rod. You're a smart girl, Jennifer. I'm sure you can
figure something out."
Marsha directed Jennifer to the standing sink and opened the
tap. "You want the water to be body temperature or a couple
degrees warmer. Warmth relaxes the colon and makes the enema
easier to take. Cold water stimulates contractions. Too hot,
though, can damage your tissues." She tested the water
temperature on her wrist. "Feel... That's about right."
Jennifer let the stream touch her wrist. "Okay..."
Marsha began filling the measuring pitcher. "Like last time,
we'll start with three pints." She dumped the pitcher into the
red bag. "Shall we add some soap?"
"Okay..."
"This is liquid castile soap. You can get it in any drugstore."
"I think I've seen it."
"Make sure you get the unscented variety. Some folks like to use
peppermint scented, but I discourage that practice. Some of the
scented extracts can give your colon a bad reaction, so it's
best to stay away from them." She picked up a small measuring
cup. "This is a measure that comes with cough syrup."
"I think I have a couple of those around the house."
"I use one teaspoon per quart. Do you want to do the honors?"
Jennifer held the measure at eye level and squeezed the liquid
soap into it until it read one and a half teaspoons. Marsha
held the bag toward her and she dumped in the soap. Then, she
screwed on the hose fitting and attached the hose. Marsha blew
some air into the bag and closed the clamp. "I like to inflate
the bag a bit -- it helps the last of the enema to flow out
completely. I'll shake it up to mix the soap and we're ready."
Jennifer approached the exam table. "Let's try taking this one
on all fours," Marsha suggested. "Climb up on the table and then
support yourself on your elbows and knees."
"Okay..." Jennifer climbed onto the table, knelt and then rested
on her forearms. The hem of the open-back gown fell to her
sides, exposing her buttocks and the backs of her slender
thighs.
Marsha approached her carrying the full combo syringe and hung
it on the stand. She adjusted the height and then slipped on an
exam glove. "These gowns aren't very cooperative, are they?"
"They are if you're administering an enema or a shot in the
butt," Jennifer remarked.
"I guess that's true..." Marsha hung the bag on the I.V. stand
and affixed the douche nozzle to the end of the hose. "Make sure
you flush air out of the hose," she instructed and drained a
small amount of the solution into the pitcher." She handed
Jennifer the tube of lube. "Put some of this on your butthole."
Jennifer snapped open the tube and squeezed out some of the
clear gel onto her finger. Supporting herself with her left arm,
she reached under and between her legs. "Work it in," Marsha
instructed. "No such thing as too much. Now, put some on the
nozzle." She handed the hose with the douche nozzle attached to
her patient. Jennifer smeared the slick gel on the nozzle's
bulbous tip.
"Put the nozzle in," Marsha directed. "Imagine a line between
your orifice and the back of your belly-button. That's the angle
of your analy canal. Relax, work it in a circle and it'll slide
in." Marsha watched as the white plastic shaft began to
disappear into Jennifer's pinkish-brown anus. "Once you feel
it's clear of your sphincter, turn it so the tip points to your
head. Your anal canal is aligned with your navel, but your
rectum is aligned with your tailbone. Otherwise you may hit the
wall of your rectum."
"Okay..."
As Marsha watched Jennifer eased the douche nozzle into her
rectum. "You're doing really, really well," Marsha coached.
"You're a natural at this. Now, take the hose and open the
clamp. If you start feeling crampy, just close off the flow
until it passes. Keep your shoulders low so your colon is
downhill."
"Okay..." Jennifer snapped open the clamp. "Oh, I feel it," she
said.
"Remember your breathing."
"It's flowing in really easily," Jennifer remarked, "no cramping
at all. Is that because I'm on all fours?"
"The colon is a finicky organ," Marsha replied. "What's easy
today might be a real struggle next week." Jennifer began taking
deep breaths. "Cramps?"
"No," Jennifer replied. "Just pressure building and releasing.
Deep breathing really helps."
"Keep your eye on the bag," Marsha coached. "When it looks like
it's down two-thirds, it's time to roll onto your right side."
"Okay..." Jennifer glanced at the bag. She reached under and
pressed her hand to her abdomen. "Now?"
"Now."
Jennifer snapped shut the clamp and rolled onto her right
shoulder. She drew up her knees and pulled the gown around her
hips. Then, she opened the clamp. "Starting to feel full. Funny
how easily I'm getting used to that sensation."
"Your colon will learn to like that sensation," Marsha replied.
The bag emptied with a soft gurgle. "You're done. Closed the
clamp and take out the nozzle."
Jennifer retrieved the nozzle from under the gown. Marsha handed
her some facial tissue and she wrapped it around the douche tip.
"Lie on your back you're ready to go sit on the toilet. While
you're waiting you can massage your belly. That's it -- start on
your left side, up, over and down. Don't be afraid to press
down. You want to work the enema into the nooks and crannies."
Jennifer pressed her fingers against her abdomen. "I really can
feel the fullness inside me."
"You can actually feel the structures of your colon when it's
inflated like this."
"Yeah... I push in here and I bulge out there." She pressed her
fingers against her right side. "I feel like there's a football
inside me right here. What did you call that?"
"That's your cecum," Marsha replied. She caressed Jennifer's
leg. "You're doing really well," she said, soothingly.
Jennifer grimaced. "It's working," she said, "coming in waves
again. Uhhhn."
"Hold it until you can't any longer."
Jennifer grimaced again. "Ohhhh ... they're getting stronger.
Ummph..." A loud gurgle came from her belly. "I think it's time
to get up."
Marsha watched as Jennifer headed for the lavatory. She took the
opportunity to run hot, clear water through the bag and hose.
Removing the nozzle she held it under running water, wiped it
with a tissue and set it near the sink.
Jennifer emerged, fanning her legs with the hem of the gown.
"That was a workout," she said. "I'm sweating."
"Sounds like you had a good purge."
"I had a real good one."
Marsha beckoned her to the sink. "Second enema is two quarts,
plain water. I went ahead and rinsed out the equipment."
"Let's see..." Jennifer turned on the tap and let the water run
until it was warm. She tested the temperature on her wrist and
adjusted the tap; then she filled the pitcher to the 2-quart
mark. This she poured carefully into the red bag and closed it
with the stopper. She blew some air into the hose, clamped it
and carried it to the I.V. stand.
Jennifer worked the douche nozzle onto the end of the hose.
"Don't forget to flush out the air," Marsha reminded her.
She squirted some of the water into the pitcher. Then, she
hoisted herself onto the examination table. "I want to take this
one lying down," she said.
"Why don't you try lying on your tummy?" Marsha suggested. "It's
not a position I prefer, but some of my regulars favor it."
"Why don't you like it?" Jennifer asked.
"Well -- you're putting weight onto your abdomen ... however, if
you roll onto your right side for the last third of the enema,
the pressure isn't too bad. I also like to watch the bag and
it's difficult lying on your stomach."
"I'll try it." Jennifer lay on her left side, knees bent and
began applying lubricating gel to her bottom. Marsha watched as
she coated the nozzle and slipped it deep into her rectum.
"It looks like you're getting comfortable inserting the nozzle,"
Marsha remarked.
"Yeah -- I'm getting used to it." Jennifer rolled onto her
belly. The gown separated at the bottom-most tie and again
Marsha regarded Jennifer's smooth, round buttocks and the backs
of her sleek legs. Jennifer reached for the hose and opened the
clamp. "Oh... I think I made it warmer than you did."
"It's not too hot, is it?"
"No but definitely warmer ... feels good, actually. I can feel
the warmth filling my belly." She began taking long, deep
breaths through her mouth.
"Lift up a bit on your forearms," Marsha suggested. "Then you're
supporting yourself on your hips and elbows -- it takes some of
the weight off your abdomen."
Jennifer crossed her wrists under her chest. "Yes... This works
and I think I like it." She resumed her deep breathing.
"Starting to feel fullness. I think I can feel the water on my
right side."
Marsha felt the bag. "Definitely time to roll over. Let gravity
help the enema fill the upper reaches of your colon. You're
doing really well, Jennifer."
Jennifer closed the clamp. She rolled onto her right side and
adjusted the gown. to cover her hips. She snapped open the
clamp. Then, she began shallow panting. "Look how big my tummy
is, now..."
"You wouldn't think so much water could fit inside such a petite
girl."
The bag emptied with a glug. Jennifer clamped the hose and
reached behind to ease the nozzle from her bottom. "Feel really,
really full," she said as she stroked her abdomen.
Jennifer rolled onto her back and with her fingertips probed her
abdomen along the outline of her colon. "So full and hard..."
Marsha helped her stand. Jennifer pulled the gown taut across
her abdomen, turned sideways to Marsha and ran her hand along
her belly. "I have an enema bump," she remarked and then headed
into the lavatory.
After removing the nozzle from the hose, Marsha let the
apparatus drain into the measuring pitcher. Shortly, Jennifer
returned from the lavatory. "How did you make out?"
She pulled the gown against her abdomen. "My tummy's flat again.
I don't think it all came out."
"Try walking around. Maybe that will loosen it up."
Jennifer paced around the clinic. "Nothing happening. What
happens if it doesn't come out?"
"It probably will come out," Marsha replied. "The surest way to
get a stubborn enema to come down is to get fully absorbed in
some other activity."
Jennifer smiled and chortled. "I imagine you're right."
"If it doesn't, no worries. Your colon will absorb any water
that's left inside." She packed the combo syringe back into its
box and handed it to Jennifer. "When you get home, hang this up
over your tub or shower to drain and dry out. Don't put it away
damp."
"Okay."
"You can wash the nozzles in a dishwasher," she continued, "if
that idea doesn't sound too icky to you."
Jennifer smiled. "It doesn't."
"Do you have time for some tea?
"Sure."
Jennifer followed Marsha into her kitchen. "So, tell me,
Jennifer... I don't see a ring. Does that mean you're single?"
"Yes ... I'm single."
"Boyfriend on the horizon?" Marsha set a mug before her and
filled it with hot water.
"No... I was in a ... toxic, co-dependant relationship a few
years ago ... with a guy I dated in high school. It just turned
uglier and uglier ... he got violent..."
"Oh, my God. Oh, Jennifer -- I'm so sorry to hear that."
"He beat me up pretty good one night. I had a split lip and
black eyes. I called the cops and he spent some time in jail.
That was about three years ago."
"You poor girl. Where is he now?"
"Out of the picture."
"Good," Marsha replied. "I know some folks in abusive
relationships keep going back into the same toxic mess. I'm
pleased you had the courage to call it quits and kick the jerk
to the curb."
"I was fortunate to have the resources to do just that,"
Jennifer replied as she sipped more tea. "I decided to take some
time to find myself before looking for another partner."
Marsha sat across the table from her and sipped her tea. "That's
probably not a bad idea. You need to convince yourself you're
strong and self-reliant."
Jennifer nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. I'm twenty-seven..."
"You're twenty-seven?" Marsha asked. "You look five years
younger."
"Thanks... I figure I still have time. My biological clock isn't
ticking too loudly; and, I don't mind being alone. It's a big
difference, being alone and being lonely."
"I understand completely. I'm a confirmed spinster myself."
"You don't look like a spinster, Marsha."
"I'm thirty-two," Marsha replied. "I think once you hit the big
three-zero, then you've crossed a point of no return."
Jennifer smiled. "I have a couple of years, then." She drained
her mug.
"Refill?"
"I had better not. I have some errands to run and I don't want
to have to use a public restroom. Those are icky..."
"Understood."
Jennifer pressed her hand to her belly. "Something's
happening..."
"You know where the powder room is."
"Excuse me..." Marsha watched her head for the powder room.
She returned a short time later, her hand against her abdomen.
"Now, I feel empty for sure... The same thing happened last
time. Do you put something in the tea?"
Marsha laughed. "It's possible the warmth and fullness in your
stomach is inducing motility in your colon. The two organs lie
against each other. It's a good thing, too -- I'd hate to think
of that enema deciding it wants out while you're running your
errands."
"Yeah ... good thing." Jennifer picked up her bag. "Thanks
again, Marsha. By the way -- is it okay if I make an appointment
for next week, same time?"
"Certainly ... though now you have the where-with-all..."
"I know. I like receiving treatments from you, Marsha. You make
me feel ... cared for."
"I understand. When I was a girl and my grandma would give me
enemas. She wasn't a trained nurse but she had the best bedside
manner. She was so kind and patient with me."
"Like you are with me," Jennifer remarked.
"I felt cared for, too. Not that I always looked forward to
them, but she was gentle and caring."
"It must've rubbed off on you, Marsha. I really appreciate your
bedside manner. I'll see you next week."
"Don't forget this." Marsha handed her the box with the combo
syringe.
"Oh. What do I owe you for it?"
"Forget it. I buy them wholesale and they only cost me a few
bucks each."
"Thanks. See you next week."
Marsha watched Jennifer head for her car, regarding her slim but
shapely legs and the backs of her knees. The car pulled out of
the driveway and headed down the street. Marsha closed the door
and bolted it. She picked up her telephone and punched in a code
that would direct incoming calls to voicemail.
She headed into the master bedroom and opened the bottom drawer
of her dresser. From it she took a pumpkin-shaped enema bag made
of amber latex. This was her favorite apparatus as it held more
than three quarts -- although Marsha rarely filled it to
capacity. Also from the drawer she retrieved a six-foot length
of amber latex hose and a length of chain.
By standing on her bed, Marsha could reach a screw-eye she had
installed in her ceiling. From it she hung the chain and
installed a metal S-hook on its lower end. From another drawer
she removed a narrow cardboard box. This and the bag and hose
she carried into the master bath.
Marsha stripped out of her scrubs and regarded herself in the
bathroom mirror. She knew she wasn't as pretty as Jennifer --
she was all hardness and angles, she thought, while Jennifer was
all curves and smoothness. Nonetheless, Marsha was far from
homely. Her face was long and angular with a strong jaw line and
high forehead. Her eyes were steely grey, unlike Jennifer's
which looked like fine English mahogany. Some crows'-foot
wrinkles were beginning to form at the corners of her eyes. The
years indeed were taking their toll. Marsha pressed her fingers
against her temples and pushed up. Would a face-lift help? Maybe
in twenty years.
She stood back and regarded her figure. Even though she was
about as tall as Jennifer, Marsha was more ruggedly built. She
regarded the definition of her muscles in her arms and
shoulders. Prominent veins ran along the outsides of her biceps
and others along the insides of her forearms. Working as an E.R.
nurse was physically taxing and it kept her in shape.
She slipped out of a white, cotton sports bra and regarded her
firm, A-cup sized breasts with thick, fleshy nipples centered in
small, pale areolas. Then she stripped off a pair of light blue
briefs. Marsha kept her mons and labia shaved clean and she
wondered if Jennifer had done the same, since what she had
glimpsed had been inconclusive. She turned, sideways to the
mirror and ran her hand along her buttocks and thighs. They were
rock-hard without a trace of flab; and her calves were muscular
and shapely.
Turning to the task at hand, Marsha fitted the hose to the
pumpkin bag and closed it with a metal clamp. She ran water from
the tap to warm it. In the meantime she opened the box and
removed a black, hard-rubber douche nozzle.
This was all that remained of the enema kit that her grandmother
had used. When her grandmother died, Marsha had rescued the kit
but found the old Rexall red bag had turned brittle, had split
and required discarding. The black nozzle, however, was still
serviceable and she kept it. She rarely used it except for
special circumstances.
She fitted the nozzle to the hose. By now the water had warmed
up. Marsha adjusted the temperature by feeling the stream
against her wrist; then she filled a pitcher to the one quart
mark and dumped it into the bag. She poured another quart and
half of a third into the bag and carried it to the chain hanging
over her bed.
Marsha hung the bag on the hook affixed to the chain. She
pointed the nozzle into the pitcher, snapped open the clamp and
ran a cup or so of water through the hose; this she dumped back
into the reservoir. From a night stand drawer she retrieved a
tube of surgical lube. Snapping it open she squeezed a big glob
onto her finger and worked it into her anus. Another glob she
smeared onto the black nozzle. Lying on her back she spread her
thighs and eased the douche tip into her rectum, sliding it in
all the way.
Then, she rolled onto her side and assumed Sim's position.
Marsha opened the clamp and felt the first rush of water flowing
into her -- a cool spray deep in her pelvic bowl at first and
then the water and the nozzle warming up. She held the hose and
pinched and released it, letting the water flow into her colon
in short bursts. The first third always was the most difficult.
Marsha couldn't get Jennifer out of her mind. Jennifer had been
the first of her patients to get under her skin this way. The
others she could treat dispassionately, like the patients under
her care at the hospital. They included a middle-aged woman, an
elderly man and a young, gay fellow who had wanted to be cleaned
out before a special date. The enema she administered to him had
caused him to ejaculate, to his chagrin.
She could feel the leading edge of the water under her left
ribcage. This was her sign it was time to roll onto her back.
She did so, propping her neck and shoulders on a couple of
pillows. Feathering the clamp Marsha controlled how fast the
water filled her. She ran the fingers of her right hand along
her abdomen and could feel the fullness in her belly. Then, she
moved her hand to her sternum. Splaying her fingers she teased
her nipples, first the left and then the right. They became
firmly erect from her touch.
All the while she was thinking about Jennifer, imagining how she
looked naked. The hospital gowns Jennifer wore offered adequate
frontal modesty, if not so in back. Marsha had glimpsed her
shoulders and back; and she had admired her smooth but firm
buttocks and the backs of her thighs during the second enema.
Marsha's clit was firmly engorged. It had been that way the
whole time she had been treating Jennifer. Now, the thickness of
the nozzle in her anus, the warm water filling her belly and her
stimulation of her nipples was making it as hard as a pebble.
She could feel her juices oozing from her pussy.
She ran her fingers along her abdomen from her hipbones to her
ribs, feeling the fullness develop as her colon became distended
from the enema. Then, she reached down and began massaging the
firm shaft of her clit, reaching lower and dipping into her
vagina and coating her fingers with her own juices.
By feathering the clamp she slowed the flow of water. The warmth
and fullness Marsha found arousing. Now she began stroking her
clit vigorously. She let go of the clamp and pressed her left
hand against her chest, pinching and tugging on her nipples. Her
breathing became panting and her heart was beginning to pound.
The last of the enema flowed into her about the same time as she
achieved climax. Marsha curled forward and drew up her legs as
orgasmic waves washed over her. "Oh Jennifer," she gasped as her
excitement built, crested and began to recede.
She lay, limp on her bed and gasping to regain her breath. She
closed the clamp, removed the nozzle from her bottom and swung
her feet to the floor. Standing before her full-length mirror
she smoothed her hands along her bulging abdomen and let out a
slight laugh. "An enema bump. That's what it is, Jennifer.
That's what it is, indeed."
Then, she headed into the bathroom.
Part III
Marsha parked her car in the lot adjacent to a squat apartment
building. She stepped to the lobby door wearing blue scrubs and
carrying a black bag. Scanning the mailboxes she found one
labeled J Peters and pressed the button. She pressed it again.
"Yes?" came a voice through the intercom.
"Jennifer? It's Marsha."
"Come up -- apartment 2H." The lobby door buzzed open and she
stepped inside. Spotting an elevator she pressed the call button
and rode to the second floor. The door to apartment 2H was
cracked open and she stepped inside.
Jennifer greeted her wearing pale green, loose-fitting knit
shorts and a popcorn-knit top that fit snugly around her slender
frame. She approached and they embraced. "Oh, Marsha! I'm so
happy to see you. I heard you were under the weather."
"Yes -- I needed some emergency surgery ... my appendix. Can you
imagine? Me? Appendicitis?"
"How long ago?"
"Three weeks. I'm still taking it easy."
"And your clinic? You said you weren't taking appointments."
"Yes... Right after I got home from the hospital a member of the
local constabulary visited me. Some busy-body neighbor called to
complain about all the cars driving in and out of my driveway. I
don't know if they thought I was running a house of ill-repute
or a massage parlor or opium den or what. I convinced them I
wasn't operating a brothel and showed them the clinic. Then,
they said I was performing unlicensed medical procedures. I
showed them my license as a registered nurse. At that point they
said I shouldn't operate the clinic until someone got back to
me. Nobody's got back to me -- yet. Since I'm recuperating
anyway, it's no great loss to me."
"But, to your patients," she remarked.
"Well... No one said I couldn't make house calls. Besides --
it's evening and the absolute best time for an enema is right
before bed. It's a great way to relax."
"Well -- today is my Friday ... at least, on this month's
rotation. Who knows what days next month's Fridays will be. I
guess it's your Friday, too."
"I'm still on medical leave. I go back next week -- light duty
for a while."
"I admire you, Marsha. You're so brave to endure it."
"Nothing brave about it, when faced with the choice of an
appendectomy or peritonitis. I've seen peritonitis, Jennifer.
It's nothing to mess with."
Jennifer regarded Marsha's luggage. "What's in the bag?"
"Oh... A few things. I know we could use your equipment but I
thought you'd get a kick out of something different. Besides --
you don't need me to help you use your own gear."
"I really like your hands-on approach, Marsha. I can do it
myself ... and I have. I can't get it just right ... it's not
the same."
"Let me see your layout. Your apartment is cute."
"It's a dump."
"Nonsense. You've made it your own."
"Right. My own dump." Jennifer led Marsha to the bathroom.
"Standing shower only ... however, I can put a towel on the
floor and hang the bag from this rod."
"Looks about perfect. Let me show you something I brought." From
her bag she removed a long, slender case made from heavy-duty
nylon. Marsha unzipped the bag and from it removed a collapsable
I.V. pole. "I bring this when I make a house call," she
explained. "This way you can take your enema on your bed and be
more comfortable."
"Where do you get something like that?"
"From medical supply houses. I can get one for you if you like.
They're a bit expensive but worth it in the long run. One of
these will hold a full, three-quart fountain syringe without
tipping over."
"Maybe ... the bathroom floor has been working for me, though."
Marsha removed a transparent, three-quart open-top reservoir.
"And I thought you'd enjoy trying this. It's made of silicone --
it's really durable and I can sterilize it without degrading the
material." She removed a small cardboard box. "I also brought
this for you. It's a disposable enema kit of the type we use in
the hospital. We buy them by the box load. It's intended to be
single-use but with some care these will last a long time. I
thought you could pack this in your luggage in case you need to
be away overnight."
"Gee," Jennifer said, "Thanks."
"Shall we get started?" Marsha peered into her bag. "I forgot to
pack a gown. We need something with access to your bottom."
"Okay... I'll go change."
"Take this," Marsha said and handed her the stand. "I'll use
your kitchen sink to prepare." Marsha ran water to the proper
temperature. She poured a teaspoon of liquid castile soap into a
measure and then filled her pitcher with warm water. The water
and the soap went into the clear reservoir and she swirled it to
distribute the castile. From her bag she removed a disposable
nozzle, tore open the wrapper and affixed it to the hose. Into
the pitcher she ran some of the sudsy water to flush air from
the hose; this went back into the bag.
Holding the nozzle she carried the bag to Jennifer's bedroom.
"Oh, this is cute," she said as she regarded the room. Marsha
hung the bag on the stand and raised it to the proper height.
"It's a good thing your bed isn't any taller -- this is at its
maximum height." She saw her patient standing and wearing a
man's dress shirt with the sleeves rolled back. "Someone leave
that behind?" Marsha asked.
"I buy these at Goodwill," Jennifer protested.
"I was teasing. Goodwill, huh?"
"Yes -- for a couple of dollars I get a comfortable nightshirt."
"You sleep in that?"
"Of course."
"You look cute in it, Jennifer. You have pretty legs ... cute,
dimpled knees."
Jennifer smiled. "I suppose it's time to lose these..." She
reached under the tails of the shirt and pulled down her briefs,
stepping from them.
"Better put a towel on the bed," Marsha suggested, "in case of
any leakage."
"Good idea..." Jennifer procured a bath towel. She spread it on
the bed and lay upon it, rolling to her left side and drawing up
her knees.
Marsha lifted the hem and parted Jennifer's buttocks. With a
gloved finger she worked lube into her anal canal. "You have a
cute bottom," Marsha remarked. "Sorry ... hazard of the trade I
guess. I see lots of them ... not too many as nice as yours..."
Marsha worked the tip of the nozzle past Jennifer's sphincter
and eased it into her rectum.
Jennifer rolled halfway onto her belly, stretched out her left
arm and leg and placed her right foot on her left knee. Marsha
handed her the hose and she snapped open the clamp; then she
began pinching and releasing the soft latex hose to modulate the
flow. "You do that like a pro," Jennifer remarked.
"I am a pro." Marsha sat on the bed and caressed Jennifer's
thigh. Jennifer began taking slow, deep breaths through her
mouth. "I can feel it under my left ribcage," she remarked.
"That's your splenic flexure." Marsha reached for the clamp and
snapped it shut. "Its where your transverse colon becomes your
descending colon."
Jennifer rolled onto her back. "This is a lot more comfortable
than lying on the floor. Where can I get a stand like that?"
"We'll figure something out." Marsha snapped open the clamp and
Jennifer resumed her deep breathing. "If you massage your tummy
sometimes it helps distribute the enema." She worked her fingers
in a clockwise motion from Jennifer's left hip, up, over and
down.
"I forget to do that," Jennifer admitted. "I like feeling your
hands on me. You have a nice touch."
"Thanks..." Marsha picked at the bottom button of her shirt.
"May I?"
"Go ahead."
Marsha unbuttoned the shirt from the bottom to Jennifer's
sternum and spread it open. She regarded her smooth, flat
abdomen with a cute, oval navel; and she forced her gaze from
lingering on Jennifer's demure, neatly trimmed bush of curly,
light brown hair. Marsha ran her fingers along the same path
from left hip, up, across and down.
"I think that does help," Jennifer remarked.
"I can feel your colon filling up." Marsha looked up at the
reservoir, now nearly empty. "Yes -- it looks like you're nearly
done."
"Shall I roll over?"
"I think you're doing fine like this." The bag emptied and
Marsha closed the clamp. "Lift up and I'll take the nozzle. When
it's time to sit on the toilet, you can rub your tummy in the
opposite direction to coax the fluid up and out."
"Okay... It goes much better when you're involved, Marsha. It
really does."
"I'm pleased." She leaned over and gently kissed Jennifer's
cheek.
Jennifer grimaced. "It's working..." Marsha took her hand and
she tightened her grip. "Oh! If I were by myself I'd be on the
toilet already. I don't want to wimp out in front of you, I
guess."
"I think the mistake most folks make is rushing the procedure.
Filling slowly, holding it to let it work ... those are the
secrets to success. And, relaxing. It's so important to relax
during the procedure."
"Another cramp..." Jennifer grimaced and squeezed Marsha's hand.
"Uhhn... I think I'll go, now."
Marsha watched Jennifer head toward her bathroom. She rolled her
eyes, drew in a breath and released it sharply. "Whew!" she
gasped Touching Jennifer's belly had felt electric and her clit
was throbbing. She knew she'd need to do something about that
when she got home.
She busied herself in rinsing the last of the soapsuds from the
apparatus. Jennifer approached from the bathroom. "I'll say one
thing, Marsha," she said.
"What's that?"
"You definitely get better results than I can on my own. You
have a magic touch."
"Like I said, it's a question of going slowly. The two factors
of a good enema are enough volume and holding it to let it
work."
"It definitely worked." Jennifer regarded the clear silicone
apparatus as Marsha rinsed it. "Do you use that bag?" she asked.
"It's brand new. You're its first customer. Of course for the
time being, for me enemas are out of the question."
"Why?"
"Until my surgery heals. At least, the big, five-pint ones I
like are off-limits."
"Tell me about your experience," Jennifer asked.
"Well... I came home from work feeling poorly ... actually had
been feeling poorly for the second half of my shift. I went to
bed and an hour later was in the bathroom, throwing up. The last
time I threw up was when I was seventeen. I went fifteen years,
can you believe it?"
"I think I get a stomach flu at least twice a year," Jennifer
replied. "It always makes me throw up."
"Then, in the wee hours the pain started. I realized right away
what it probably was, so I drove myself to the emergency room.
The doctor on duty was reluctant to diagnose it as appendicitis
without tests. "It's my appendix," I told them. "Just take the
damned thing out!"
"They should've listened to you," Jennifer remarked.
"Indeed they should've. Anyway, they performed a CT scan ...
and couldn't find my appendix. He even accused me of already
having it out -- which was nonsense. I showed him I had no
scar..."
"You have one, now?"
"Indeed, and it's a beauty..." Marsha lifted the hem of her
scrubs and top lowered the waistband of her slacks.
"Whew..."
"So, the next test was a barium enema."
"What's that involve?" Jennifer asked.
"They administer an enema that's a slurry of barium chalk -- and
a big one, at that -- so they can image your colon by x-ray. Of
course, you need to be empty, first. Normally you go through a
regular bowel prep..."
"Like for a colonoscopy?"
"Right. In an emergency they rely on good, old-fashioned, warm
water enemas ... a few of 'em. Can you imagine? Me? Putting me
through all that? I could've given the nurse some instruction."
"And?"
"Nothing to rule out appendix. By now I was really miserable and
the doctor figured they had ruled out everything else, so they
assembled a surgical team. I learned afterward that my appendix
was retrograde -- folded under my cecum."
"But -- they found it and took it out."
"Exactly."
"How long before you risk an enema?" Jennifer asked.
"Well... I didn't ask the surgeon, but I figure when this is
healed..." She pointed to her abdomen. "...I should be healed
enough inside. I like big enemas, Jennifer. I suppose I'll have
to take it easy at first." She turned on the faucet. "Enough
about me. You need your clear-water rinse."
Marsha filled the reservoir, flushed air from the hose and
carried the apparatus to Jennifer's bedroom. "This really is a
cute place -- for a dump," she remarked.
Jennifer lay on the bed on her left side so Marsha could insert
the nozzle. She rolled onto her back. Her shirt still was
unbuttoned from the bottom from the third button down.
Marsha snapped open the clamp. Jennifer's eyes drifted closed
and she drew in a breath. "I really like how the second enema
feels ... the water flowing in so easily ... no pressure ... no
cramping ... just warmth and fullness reaching deep into me."
"Would you like me to rub your tummy?"
"I liked how that feels."
Marsha opened Jennifer's shirt and began her gentle, counter-
clockwise massage. "I can really feel you getting full, now,"
she remarked.
"Maybe I should roll over..." Jennifer rolled onto her right
side.
Marsha ran her hand between Jennifer's belly and the bedspread,
massaging her abdomen with her fingers. "Wow -- look at that
enema bump forming."
Jennifer caressed her stomach. "It's getting huge... I can't
imagine taking five pints ... four is plenty."
"For someone as slim as you, it certainly is." The reservoir
empty, Marsha closed the clamp and slipped the nozzle from
between Jennifer's buttocks.
Jennifer rolled onto her back and ran her hands along her sides.
"Definitely full ... definitely huge... I'm bulging from here to
here." She ran her fingers down her abdomen from her sternum to
just above her mons; then she swung her feet to the floor and
stood, regarding herself in a full-length mirror, holding the
shirt behind her to expose her bulging belly. "Wow..."
Marsha watched her trot into the bathroom. She began rinsing
and disassembling the equipment and packing it into her black
bag. Jennifer returned from the bathroom, buttoning her shirt.
"Definitely empty... Marsha -- you've treated me to tea and a
snack. Maybe I can reciprocate."
"All right. It's not too late yet."
"Would you like a drink? I have a bottle of Grey Goose vodka in
the freezer."
"I've never had super-cold vodka. Are you having some?"
"No," Jennifer replied. "I don't drink."
"Then, I'll pass. I don't like drinking alone."
"You're not alone. You're with me."
"I don't like being the only one imbibing."
"How about some hot chocolate, then?"
"That would be perfect," Marsha replied and sat at Jennifer's
kitchen table. "So, why the tea-totaling? Some religious
reason?"
"No. I don't like the taste of the stuff. I don't like strong
liquor. Beer is too bitter and wine is to tart for my taste. If
I drink anything with sugar in it -- it gives me a pain in my
stomach."
"Nausea?"
"No -- it's a real pain ... an ache that takes half an hour or
more to go away."
"I know what you're describing," Marsha remarked. "I have
something like that when I have a drink that's too sweet ...
like Japanese plum wine. I had it once and I was miserable for
half an hour. Fortunately for me, I like the taste of beer and
wine -- and I enjoy a stiff drink once and then, also. I do
think beer, wine and whiskey are acquired tastes."
"That's my problem," Jennifer replied, "I never acquired them.
My palate never grew up. I still like grape soda, peanut butter
and jelly sandwiches on white bread and macaroni and cheese, out
of a blue box."
"If that's your diet -- it's no wonder you need weekly enemas."
Jennifer laughed. "No, I eat better than that. I consider those
special treats."
"My idea of a special treat is lobster or a perfectly done,
medium-rare <I> fillet mingon</I>. What about using diet soda as
a mixer?"
Jennifer turned up her lip. "Yuck -- I don't like diet soda,
either. It tastes ... artificial." She set a mug of hot
chocolate before Marsha.
"Thanks, hon. So, what's a girl like you doing with a bottle of
Grey Goose in your freezer?"
"I won it in a raffle at a holiday party some co-workers
organized. I've never opened it. I keep it in case I want to
serve it to some guest ... not that I have many of those, these
days." She picked up her mug sipped from it. "So, here I am,"
Jennifer continued, "twenty-seven years old and I've never been
drunk. I don't know what it feels like."
"Believe me," Marsha replied, "I've been drunk. I think getting
drunk is a lot more fun than being drunk."
"It's an experience that will be forever lost to me," Jennifer
added.
Marsha regarded her. "It doesn't have to be. If you can't take
the stuff by mouth, try putting it in the other end."
Jennifer stared at her. "Alcohol in an enema? That sounds
crazy!"
"Your colon will absorb some drugs quite readily," Marsha said,
"including alcohol. I think every enema lover wants to try it,
at least once, somewhere along the way. The same goes for coffee
enemas."
"Have you done it?" Jennifer asked.
"I have ... more than once. It's actually quite a pleasant
experience ... different from drinking."
"You know ... ever since you turned me on to enemas I've become
a voracious reader on the topic. I'll power up my laptop and
search the web for enema stories. I saw one about some college
kid who died of alcohol poisoning from a vodka enema."
"Well," Marsha replied, "the practice will never win anyone's
seal of approval. If you use some sense, it's really no more
hazardous than drinking the stuff -- all other factors being the
same, that is. That is the critical qualification. All other
factors must be the same."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean if you consume too much, you'll find yourself in
trouble. It doesn't really matter into which end you put it.
I'll bet that college kid had been drinking before the vodka
enema."
"Probably..."
"Too much alcohol in your butt is the same as too much in your
gut. How much do you weigh, Jennifer?"
She looked at the ceiling. "One twenty."
Marsha took her smartphone from her bag and stroked the screen.
"One twenty ... female..."
"What's that?"
"Oh, it's a little app that computes your BAC based on how much
you weigh and how much you drink."
"It sounds like something every serious drinker should have,"
Jennifer replied.
"Sometimes a few of us will go out for some drinks after a
particularly difficult shift. I like to know my limit..." She
turned the screen toward Jennifer.
"Three drinks?"
"For a little girl like you, three drinks will take you to a BAC
of 0.15. That's twice the limit and a real buzz. We're talking
three serious mixed drinks, not light beer. If you take the same
amount of alcohol in an enema -- you'll get just as drunk.
You're not taking any prescription or over-the-counter meds, are
you?"
"No. Nothing..." Jennifer regarded Marsha for a long, long
moment. "What you're saying does make sense," she finally
replied. "I do find the notion..."
"Intriguing?" Marsha suggested.
"Irresistible."
"The rectal route is one we use for drug administration and we
use it all the time. I don't know how many pediatric patients
I've sedated with rectal methohexital."
"What's that?"
"It's a rapid-onset barbiturate. Some kid comes in with an
injury and needs a CT scan. We give him a squirt in the rectum
and within five minutes he's out ... long enough for a squirm-
free scan. There's no needle, no poke ... the kid doesn't need
to leave his mama's arms. Did you know that, in the first half
of the twentieth century, maternity patients were given ether
enemas to dull the pain of labor and delivery?"
"Ether enemas? That sounds so ... primitive," Jennifer replied.
"Up until epidurals were invented in the late fifties it was
routine. It's how my grandma delivered my mother." She looked
into Jennifer's brown eyes. "So, what do you say? Are you game?
Want to try it? You said tonight's your Friday ... that makes
tomorrow your Saturday, and I have nothing planned."
Jennifer bit her lip and stared at Marsha. "I have never done
any intoxicants ... never smoked weed or done pills ... only
enough drinking to know it's something I can't tolerate..."
"Aren't you curious?"
Jennifer nodded. "I definitely am curious."
"Do you trust me?"
Jennifer nodded. "Yes, I trust you... Okay ... we'll do it."
"I'll explain everything," Marsha said, "so there'll be no
surprises. Tomorrow? Same time?"
Jennifer nodded again. "Okay... I said I wanted to discover
myself. I guess this is another step along that route of
discovery."
Part IV
In her left hand Marsha carried her black bag and in her right a
paper sack. The weather had turned warm so she wore a light
blue, halter-top sundress and sandals. Marsha approached
Jennifer's apartment building and pressed her call button.
"Jennifer -- it's me," she said into the intercom and the lobby
door buzzed open.
Jennifer waited for her in cut-off jeans and a black tank. "No
scrubs," she remarked.
"It felt like we've moved beyond a practitioner-patient
relationship," Marsha replied.
"That dress is cute. It looks good with your eyes. You look
good, Marsha... I like you with your hair down."
"You look sensational," Marsha replied. "You certainly have the
legs for those Daisy Dukes." Marsha set her black bag on the
floor and carried the sack to Jennifer's kitchen. "Kung-pao
chicken for you and Hunan shrimp for me." She dumped the
contents of her carton onto a plate and scooped rice from
another.
Jennifer sat across from her and picked up a pair of chopsticks.
"You use those like a pro," Marsha remarked.
"I should -- I'm one quarter Japanese."
Marsha's eyes widened. "You are?"
"Yes -- my grandmother on my father's side is Japanese. When we
had dinner with my grandparents she made sure we knew how to use
chopsticks."
"I can't see Asian characteristics in your features."
"Look close -- my eyes."
Marsha regarded Jennifer's face. "I think I do see a hint of
Asian influence in your eyelids. It's subtle, Jennifer -- but
very striking."
Jennifer used her chopsticks to herd and pick up the last grains
of rice. She pressed her hand to her abdomen. "That was a good
idea, Marsha. I love Chinese and this really hit the spot."
"Is that all you're going to eat? No wonder you're so slim."
"I'll save the rest for lunch tomorrow. My mind's not on my
dinner, anyway."
Marsha finished hers and carried the plates to the kitchen
counter. "So -- shall we get started?"
"Shall I change?" Jennifer asked.
"First you need a cleansing enema."
"I still feel pretty empty from last night."
"Nonetheless, we need to start with a full-volume enema. It'll
relax your colon and make it easier for what comes next. I think
a single, clear-water enema will do the trick. Here -- I have a
couple of things to show you." She opened her black bag and
removed a box. From it she took her black douche nozzle. "This
is my favorite. It came from the fountain syringe my grandmother
used when I was a child. When I was a teen I expropriated it and
used it myself."
"You were into enemas in your teens?" Jennifer asked.
"Indeed I was. When Grams passed I attempted to rescue the
trusty Rexall, but it had split a seam and I had to toss it. I
salvaged this nozzle and have used it ever since."
Jennifer regarded the nozzle. "What's it made of?"
"Hard rubber. I think it's a superior material to the plastic
they use today. It's so smooth -- no mould marks. We won't be
using it tonight, but I thought you'd get a kick from seeing
it." Marsha opened another box. "Check this one out."
"It's made of metal?"
"Polished aluminum," Marsha replied. "It really conducts the
heat. I thought you might want to try it."
"It looks so big."
"It's really no larger than a douche tip." She held the black
nozzle beside it. "Just a bit thicker, but not excessively so."
"Okay -- I'll try it."
Marsha removed the folding stand and carried it into Jennifer's
bedroom. "It'll only take me a minute to set this up," she said.
"Then I'll get your enema ready."
"Don't rush on my behalf."
Jennifer stood facing away from her. She unsnapped her cutoff
shorts and stepped from them; then she lifted her tank over her
head and unfastened her bra. She slipped into the same man's
dress shirt she wore the evening before, then reached under the
tails to strip off a pair of yellow knit briefs.
She turned toward Marsha, buttoning the top three buttons and
leaving the rest open. Then, she spread a towel on the bed.
Marsha ran water in the kitchen sink and measured two quarts
into the same clear, silicone rubber bag she used the night
before. She carried it into the bedroom, hung it on the stand,
affixed the aluminum nozzle and flushed air from the hose.
Jennifer hopped on the bed, rolled onto her left side and drew
up her knees. Marsha worked surgical lube into her anus and
gently eased the thick, shiny nozzle into place. Once the
thickest part was past her sphincter, Jennifer's rectum
swallowed the rest and her anus tightened around its narrow
waist. "How does that feel?" Marsha asked.
"It feels okay ... a bit bigger than I'm accustomed to but
okay."
"I think you can take this one on your back."
Jennifer stretched her legs. Marsha opened the clamp and the
water began to flow.
"I really can feel the heat," Jennifer remarked. "It's quite a
sensation."
"Do you like how it feels?"
"I do ... and I like feeling the water flowing in." She reached
for the hose and pinched it closed for a moment; then, she
released it.
"A little tightness?"
"Just a little."
"Want me to rub your tummy?"
"Okay ... I like how that feels."
Marsha massaged Jennifer's abdomen in a counter-clockwise motion
while eying the bag. When it was down by two-thirds she closed
the clamp. "This is another little trick, Jennifer. You know
holding an enema helps it work."
"Yes..."
"If you stop the flow before it's all inside, then it's easier
to hold." She gently palpitated Jennifer's abdomen. "I can feel
the fullness."
Jennifer pressed her palms against her belly. "Yeah... I like
how it feels. How long should I hold it?"
"Oh, just a few more minutes and we'll finish up." Marsha sat on
the bed and caressed Jennifer's leg. "You are such a pretty
girl..." She stood. "Well -- let's finish up. Roll onto your
right side. We want to make sure that cecum is filled up."
Jennifer rolled over and drew up her knees.
Marsha opened the clamp and then worked her hand under
Jennifer's right side. "Yep. I feel it."
Jennifer probed the right side of her abdomen with her fingers.
"It feels like that football again," she remarked.
The bag emptied and Marsha plucked the nozzle from Jennifer's
bottom. "Go ahead and go. I'll get set up for the alcohol."
"Help yourself to some Grey Goose," Jennifer called to her on
the way to the bathroom. "We can get drunk together."
"I will take you up on that."
Marsha carried the apparatus to the kitchen. From her black bag
she removed a small measuring cup, a bulb syringe and a bottle
of vodka. Then, from a cabinet she found a juice glass. From the
freezer she removed the Grey Goose, broke the seal and poured
herself a generous serving.
Jennifer emerged from the bathroom. "How did you make out?"
Marsha asked.
She pressed her hand against her stomach. "I'm good and flat ...
it felt like it all came out."
"Lie on the bed." From her bag, Marsha removed her stethoscope
and inserted the earpieces. She spread Jennifer's shirt and
couldn't keep her eyes from glimpsing her demure bush. Marsha
pressed the bell of the stethoscope against Jennifer's belly.
"Rock back and forth a bit... Hmm... I can hear some still
inside."
"Hear it? I can feel it."
Marsha replaced the stethoscope in her bag. "I have a little
trick that ought to bring down the rest of that enema." Jennifer
followed her to the kitchen. "This is cold water, cold from the
tap. I'm only using a pint or so." Marsha poured the water into
the reservoir, attached a plastic douche nozzle and flushed air
from the hose. They returned to Jennifer's bedroom and she lay
on the bed.
"I want you on all fours on the floor," Marsha instructed.
Jennifer got on her hands and knees. Marsha folded back the tail
of Jennifer's shirt, lubed her anus and inserted the nozzle
deeply into her rectum. "Now, sit back on your heels, back
straight. That will keep the enema down low. This cold water
should stimulate your colon into contracting."
Marsha held the bag up high and snapped open the clamp. "Oh, my
God!" Jennifer exclaimed. "It IS cold ... and a bit crampy."
"It's almost gone ... Okay, done." Marsha closed the clamp.
"Lean over..." She pulled the nozzle out of Jennifer's anus.
"Walk around until the urge is strong."
"It's strong, now..." Jennifer headed for her bathroom in a fast
walk.
Marsha carried the apparatus into the kitchen. Jennifer joined
her from the bathroom. "Well -- your trick worked," she said.
"First the cold water came out ... then, for a while, nothing. I
started having a dull, crampy feeling and then the rest of the
enema. I could feel the temperature change as I pushed it out
... and now I have that familiar, mellow, empty feeling."
"Are you ready for the alcohol?"
"Yes but ... I'm a little nervous," she said.
"So am I. I've never given an alcohol enema to anyone."
"But you have taken them yourself."
"Yes, indeed." She opened the bottle she had brought. "You said
you weigh one twenty?"
"Yes..."
Marsha took her cell phone from her back and poked the screen.
"I'm going to give you one hundred twenty-five millilitres of
this."
"You brought that? Why not use the Grey Goose."
"It's too good for an enema," Marsha replied. She picked up the
glass and sipped from it. "Smooth ... and, cold going down...
This is cheap, generic vodka and perfect for this application."
Marsha poured from the bottle into her measure and dumped it
into the bag. "I'm going to dilute it with two hundred mils of
water... Voila!" She swirled the bag to mix the solution.
"That's all?"
"That's all. It should give you a pretty good buzz."
"How good? How do you know?"
Marsha held up her cell phone. "My BAC calculator app. According
to this, one hundred twenty mils of eighty-proof vodka should
give you a BAC of between 0.10 and 0.12."
"That's above the legal limit," Jennifer remarked.
"True ... but you're not driving anywhere, are you? Since you're
not accustomed to it, I wouldn't give you any more than this.
Trust me -- I know what I'm doing."
"I trust you."
Marsha filled the measure with tap water. She squeezed the bulb
syringe and sucked water into it. "What's that for?" Jennifer
asked.
"Alcohol is irritating to your colon," Marsha replied. "You have
more nerve endings down at the lower end, near your rectum. The
trick is to get the alcohol up high and away from the nerves."
She held up the syringe. "Once the alcohol is in, we'll use this
to flush any out of your rectum and lower colon, up high where
we want it. It'll also dilute it and make it easier to retain.
Any questions?"
"Yeah. How long will I have to hold it?"
"If we do it right -- forever. Your colon will absorb the
alcohol and your body will metabolize it."
"What about the water?"
"Your colon will absorb that, too -- and the hydration will do
you good. Ready?"
Jennifer swallowed hard. "Ready."
Marsha carried the bag and bulb into the bedroom. She hung the
reservoir on the stand and set the bulb on the dresser. "We'll
use a different nozzle," she said and affixed a green, plastic
one onto the hose. "This is a barium nozzle. Barium is thick
slurry so this has larger outlet holes. We want to get the
alcohol into you as fast as possible."
Jennifer lay on the bed on her left side. "For this," Marsha
said, "we want you on your right side.
"Right side? Okay..." Jennifer rolled onto her right side.
Again, Marsha worked lube into her anus and then slipped the
nozzle into her rectum. "Shall I like on my back?" Jennifer
asked.
"We're going to use a position called reverse Sims," Marsha
explained. "It's like regular Sims but on your right side
instead of your left. It'll put your colon mainly downhill so
the enema will flow in deeply."
Jennifer stretched her right leg and slipped her right arm
behind her back. Then, she rolled halfway onto her belly, and
bent her left leg. "Like this?"
"Perfect," Marsha replied. "Here comes the alcohol. Prepare
yourself -- you will feel it going in." She opened the clamp.
"Oh! It burns."
"Take deep breaths," Marsha coached.
Jennifer took deep, deliberate breaths. "My God! I feel it all
the way down the backs of my legs. I feel it in my feet!"
"It'll be done in a few seconds ... going ... going ... gone."
She closed the clamp and slid the nozzle from Jennifer's rectum.
I could feel it flowing in ... it felt like liquid fire inside,
tracing the shape of my colon..."
"Hold still," Marsha said as she picked up the bulb syringe.
"This will help put out the fire." She spread Jennifer's
buttocks, eased the tip into her anus and gave the bulb a firm,
slow squeeze to force its contents into her rectum.
"Oh, that does help," Jennifer remarked.
Still squeezing the bulb Marsha pulled it from Jennifer's bottom
and released it. "Now, onto your right side and massage your
tummy to work it in deep."
Jennifer rolled onto her right side. "It doesn't burn any more."
"Stay on your right side until your colon becomes accustomed to
the alcohol." She climbed onto the bed and lay alongside her,
reached under her and massaged the right side of her belly.
"Let's try to work it down into your cecum. Feel here..."
Jennifer pressed her fingers against her belly. "Feel the
fullness?"
"Yeah..."
"That's what we want -- the fluid in your cecum." Marsha
caressed her hair. "How are you feeling, Jennifer?"
"My stomach feels fine," she said. "I think I'm starting to feel
the alcohol already."
"It doesn't take long -- just a couple minutes and you start
feeling it." Marsha drained her glass. "I know I'm feeling
this," she said and set the glass on Jennifer's nightstand.
"I think I can taste it in the back of my throat ... my lips are
tingling. You said this is a different kind of buzz than
drinking."
"It is," Marsha replied as she ran her finger through Jennifer's
dark blonde hair.
"Why?"
"Because you absorb it faster through your colon than your
stomach. Your BAC spikes up more quickly and it makes it more of
a rush."
"I see..." Jennifer closed her eyes. "Mmm... This does feel
good, Marsha ... floating, drifting..."
"After a bit you can try lying on your back," Marsha said gently
as she stroked Jennifer's hair and cheek. "That will let the
alcohol flow lower down and expose more of your colon to it.
You'll absorb it faster, but you might feel some cramping or
burning if it goes too low. If that happens, you can roll onto
your right side until the discomfort passes."
Jennifer rolled onto her back. Marsha sat on the bed. "I wanted
to say," Jennifer began, slurring her words slightly, "that I
like having you give me the enemas. I like it better than doing
them myself. I'm not sure what it is... You're a good coach,
Marsha, and a good nurse. I like your manner ... you're gentle
and patient. I like feeling your hands on my tummy. I feel cared
for and I need that."
Marsha slipped her hand under Jennifer's shirt and caressed her
belly. Her shirt fell open again exposing her hips and mons.
"How is that tummy doing ... with that intoxicating brew
swirling around in there?"
"It's doing fine." She pressed her palms against her abdomen.
"I'm really feeling it, now ... feels warm inside..."
Marsha poured more Grey Goose and sipped it. "I'm really
feeling this..." She regarded Jennifer. "Tell me ... does an
enema make you horny? Don't be ashamed to admit it. Lots of
folks find there's a sexual aspect to them."
"I hadn't thought of it... I guess they do, in a way ... feeling
the water reaching deep into me ... the fullness. I do find them
arousing. Is that ... weird?"
"It's not uncommon," Marsha replied. She made a slight laugh. "I
have a patient ... a very nice young man who's gay. He makes
appointments when he has a hot date that evening. Every time the
enema gives him an orgasm. I ended up giving him a kit like I
gave you and told him to go enjoy it. He told me that he turned
his partner onto enemas and now they incorporate them into their
sex life." She sipped more vodka. "Enemas make me horny. I'm not
ashamed to admit it. I like giving them and I like taking them."
"I even like feeling the nozzle in my bottom."
"I like how that feels, too." She chuckled. "I wouldn't be
telling just any patient that ... but you're not just any
patient, Jennifer." She sipped some more vodka; then she leaned
over and kissed Jennifer's forehead. "You feel moist."
"I do feel warm ... inside and all over..."
"The alcohol will do that, Jennifer hon."
"You call me Jennifer. It sounds so ... formal."
"What would you like me to call you?"
"My friends call me Jen."
"I'd like to think I'm more than a friend," Marsha replied. "Can
I call you Jenny? I've always liked that name."
"I do, too."
"Well, Jenny -- I think your cheeks are getting a little pink."
"I'm sweating."
"Girls don't sweat. We perspire... Here..." Marsha unbuttoned
the rest of the buttons on Jennifer's shirt and opened it. "Is
that better?"
"Mmm..." Jennifer drew in a breath and released it slowly. "This
is an amazing sensation, Marsha ... mellow and drifting... If I
close my eyes I feel like I'm floating. I feel like I'm sinking
deeper and deeper into a meditative state."
Marsha continued caressing Jennifer's abdomen. The shirt fell
open wider, exposing her breasts. They were round and firm, B-
sized with tan areolas the size of quarters and small, perky
nipples.
Her heart pounding, Marsha slid her hand up and cupped it over
Jennifer's left breast. "I can feel your heart," she said,
"strong, healthy rhythm." With her fingers she stroked
Jennifer's nipple and it began to firm.
Jennifer shook her head. "Marsha ... please, no. It makes me ...
uncomfortable."
Marsha began stroking Jennifer's knee, gradually working her
hand up her thigh until she was brushing her fingers against her
labia. Jennifer shook her head again. "Please..."
"You feel wet," Marsha replied. "This really does turn you on
... doesn't it?"
Jennifer nodded. "Yeah ... guess it does..."
Marsha placed her hand on Jennifer's belly, below her navel and
caressed her, sliding her fingers down her mons. She encountered
Jennifer's engorged clit, peeking between her labia. "Oooh...
That's one firm little clitty. It's not healthy to let tension
build without releasing it." She began stroking Jennifer's
clitoral shaft. "Does that feel good?"
"Mmm..." Jennifer nodded. She closed her eyes and lifted her
face. "Melty ... floating..." Her lips parted and her breathing
grew heavy.
"Feels good with the alcohol, doesn't it?
"Mmm..."
Marsha reclined beside her, propping herself on her elbow.
Jennifer closed her eyes and began making soft whimpers in the
back of her throat.
Then, Marsha lifted her hand and smoothed it along Jennifer's
soft, flat abdomen. "You stopped," she said.
"Just giving you a rest."
"It was starting to feel really good..."
"So you want more? I wanted to build some anticipation.
Anticipation is good -- isn't it?"
"I guess..."
Marsha pushed back Jennifer's shirt and rested her hand on her
chest. She began teasing Jennifer's small nipples and they began
to firm. "Mmm... Pretty boobs ... Perky little nipples," Marsha
remarked. She caressed Jennifer's cheeks. "You are so pretty,"
she said and kissed her lips.
Jennifer's jaw dropped, she regarded Marsha with an expression
of incredulity and shook her head. "Please..."
"You want this," Marsha replied. "I know you want this. You know
you want this." She kissed Jennifer's lips, caressed the back of
her head and slipped her tongue against her teeth. Jennifer
relaxed her jaw and Marsha explored her mouth with her tongue.
They kissed long, passionate kisses. Then, Marsha covered
Jennifer's chest and breasts with soft kisses. "Oooh... You are
moist," she remarked as she tongued Jennifer's nipples.
Marsha slid her hand down Jennifer's belly and ran her fingers
through the tangle of light brown pubic hair on her mons.
Working her finger between Jennifer's labia Marsha resumed
stroking her clit.
Jennifer lifted her knees and let them fall to the sides,
spreading her thighs. "You're not in quite the right spot ...
here..." She adjusted Marsha's fingers.
Marsha held her thumb against Jennifer's clitoral shaft and
stroked it with a back and forth motion using her index finger.
"Feel good?" Marsha asked.
"Mmm..." Jennifer drew in a deep breath and released it. "Mmm
... melting ... floating..."
"That's it, hon," Marsha said. "Just relax and go with the
sensations. Don't fight it ... just let it happen..." She leaned
over Jennifer, kissed her breast and began sucking and tonguing
her small, firm nipple. Marsha could feel Jennifer's heart
pounding through her flesh. Soon it was racing and Jennifer's
breathing became loud, vocal panting.
Jennifer drew in a breath, closed her eyes and clenched her jaw.
She let out a long, low moan as she lifted her legs, her thighs
quivering and her belly jerking.
Abruptly, she rolled onto her right side and pressed her hand
against her belly.
"Cramps?" Marsha asked.
"Burning ... inside my bottom."
Marsha stroked her hip and thigh. "Just lie like that 'til it
passes. She continued caressing Jennifer's leg. "Feeling
better?"
"Yeah ... starting to..."
"That's it ... let it find its way back high in your colon."
"I'm okay, now," Jennifer replied and eased onto her back.
Marsha stood, untied her halter and then lifted her dress over
her shoulders. Then she slid her briefs down her legs.
Jennifer was still lying on her back. Marsha straddled her on
all fours, cradling Jennifer's head in her hands. "Go ahead and
touch me, Jenny. It's all right..."
She felt Jennifer's hands on her sides. Jennifer ran her thumbs
across Marsha's nipples and they began to harden. "Feels good,
Jenny ... mmm ... more like that..."
"You're toned," Jennifer remarked. "You have muscles ... I can
feel your ribs."
"Being a nurse gives you upper body strength ... lifting
patients and all."
"You're so fit and lean," Jennifer continued. "I don't think you
have any fat at all..."
Marsha took Jennifer's hand and pressed it against her mons.
"I'm horny, too."
"You're shaved ... shaved clean," Jennifer remarked.
"And you have a beautiful, natural bush," Marsha replied. "To
each their own."
"I'm not sure what to do."
"I'll show you..." Marsha guided Jennifer's hand. "Right there,"
she said and began moving Jennifer's hand rhythmically. "I like
a little heavier hand. Touch me with your other hand."
Jennifer ran her thumb across Marsha's firmly erect nipple."
You're wet, too," she remarked.
"I told you ... giving you an enema makes me horny."
"Just to me?" Jennifer asked.
"Just to you..." Marsha's heart was accelerating and her
breathing deepened as her arousal built in her loins. "No other
patient has affected me the way you do. That's the truth."
Jennifer continued thumbing Marsha's nipple and Marsha gazed
into Jennifer's light brown eyes. "You are so beautiful..."
Marsha could feel her climax was within reach. She closed her
eyes and flexed the muscles in her pelvic floor. Then, a
powerful orgasm exploded in her pelvis.
She opened her mouth and panted and gasped. "More -- don't
stop..." A second orgasmic wave washed over her and she moaned,
her legs trembling. "Oh, God ... enough." She collapsed atop
Jennifer and the two women kissed. Marsha thrust her tongue into
Jennifer's mouth and each covered the other's face with kisses.
Marsha rolled onto her side. Jennifer arched her back and cupped
her hands under her breasts. Marsha interpreted this as an
invitation. She began tonguing and nursing Jennifer's nipples,
alternating from left to right. Then, she covered Jennifer's
chest and belly with kisses. "Did that make you want more?"
Marsha asked.
"Mmm... More..."
Marsha lifted Jennifer's knees and let them fall to the sides.
She lay between them and nuzzled her lips between Jennifer's
labia, licking the slick inner surfaces, her face tickled by
light brown pubic hair. Jennifer's clit was a firm lump and
Marsha began tonguing it, transitioning to a sucking motion.
With one hand she held Jennifer's labia apart and with the other
she clutched and stroked her slender thigh.
"This feels so good," Jennifer purred, "so good ... so good."
Marsha looked up at Jennifer's face, past her pubic thatch and
her heaving belly and breasts. Jennifer's eyes were closed, her
head rolled to one side and her mouth open as she panted. Marsha
reached up and cupped her hand over Jennifer's left breast.
Jennifer placed her hand on Marsha's, pressing it into her
flesh. Marsha could feel Jennifer's heart pounding.
"Oh, my GOD!" Jennifer gasped. Her legs shook, her belly jerked
and she flailed at the bedclothes. Marsha could feel Jennifer's
pelvic muscles throbbing and pushing against her lower lip. She
cupped her hands under Jennifer's buttocks and increased the
tonguing of her clitoral glans. Jennifer moaned again and let
out a warbling cry, a red flush covering her cheeks and neck.
She lifted up on her elbows, arched her back and rocked from
side to side.
"Oh, stop!" Jennifer cried and rolled onto her right side,
clutching her belly.
"More burning?"
"Inside my bottom ... better, now..."
"Here ... stay on your side. I'm going to turn down to covers...
Now slide in." Marsha eased herself between the sheets and
coaxed Jennifer against her. "That's it ... cuddle. Tummy feel
okay?"
"Yeah... Marsha ... I am so drunk ... so drunk... can't focus
... seein' double..."
"I can see it in your eyes," Marsha replied. "They're
wandering."
"When I close them ... feel the room spinning."
"Hang on tight. I won't let you fall off."
"Marsha I don' like bein' drunk like this ... don' like how it
feels ... gonna be sick..."
"You didn't have enough to make you sick," Marsha replied.
"You're not accustomed to it -- that's all. You'll be fine. You
just need to sleep it off."
"'Kay..."
"That's it ... relax and cuddle. Close your eyes and go to
sleep. "
"You're right about one thing," Jennifer said.
"What's that?"
"Iss more fun gettin' drunk than bein' drunk..." Jennifer
snuggled against her.
"Sleep it off, hon. I'll rub your back."
"That feels really good ... mmm ... mmm..."
"Go to sleep..." Marsha ran her hand along Jennifer's back and
shoulder blade. Jennifer's breathing grew deep and regular as
she drowsed. "Jenny ... Jenny my beautiful girl."
Marsha reached for the lamp on the nightstand and switched it
off.
Part V
Morning light roused Marsha. She realized she was alone in
Jennifer's bed. She swung her feet to the floor and walked,
nude, into the living room. Jennifer was in the kitchen, wearing
a short robe and washing dishes. "Good morning," Marsha said.
"How are you feeling?" Jennifer continued her kitchen chores,
putting dishes and pans away and noisily slamming cabinet doors.
"How are you feeling, Jenny?" Marsha repeated.
Jennifer regarded her with narrowed eyes for a long moment. "I'm
feeling like you took advantage of me," she replied curtly.
"That's how I'm feeling."
"I ... took advantage of you?"
"Last night ... in bed. You took advantage of me."
"That's not how I sensed it."
"I was intoxicated."
"You were uninhibited," Marsha replied. "I didn't give you
enough alcohol to impair your judgment. You have to admit it,
Jenny -- you were not impaired."
"All right, all right -- it was consensual ... at the time,"
Jennifer retorted.
"Consensual? It was mutual."
"Was this part of your plan? Groom me so I'd agree to an alcohol
enema so you could seduce me?"
Marsha's jaw dropped. "What happened last night was spontaneous.
It was spontaneous, consensual and mutual. That's how I read it.
No -- I didn't plan on seducing you. One thing led to another. I
respect you enough to know that no means no. And, I had alcohol,
too."
"Why? Why me?" Jennifer asked.
"I'm attracted to you," Marsha replied. "I'm falling in love
with you."
"I had no idea you were a lesbian."
"I'm not, really. I'm bisexual, Jenny -- I can be attracted to
the right sort of man. You're everything I admire in a woman.
You're pretty and sexy ... smart and strong. I can't help but be
attracted to you." Her eyes began to fill. "If I did anything
last night to hurt you or cause you distress -- I am profoundly
sorry. I do want you in my life, Jenny."
"It can't work."
"Why not? It worked last night."
"I am not a lesbian ... at least, I wasn't until you turned me
into one."
"I didn't make you a lesbian. I can't do that. No one can. The
most I can do is to help you discover who you already are."
"Oh, God... What will my folks think?"
"If they love you then they'll accept you, unconditionally, for
who you are ... and, they'd be delighted to know you have
someone in your life who cares for you."
"I doubt it."
"What did your folks think when your relationship with your
boyfriend went sour and you showed up with two black eyes, a fat
lip and bruises on your throat?"
"Marsha ... I think you had better leave."
"Right... Right ... I'm on my way."
Marsha headed into the bedroom and pulled on her clothes. Her
heart was in her stomach and tears streamed down her face.
Dressed, she returned to the living room. "Jenny..." Jennifer
regarded her. "I want you in my life -- if not as a lover then
as a friend. I'm sorry I said what I did about your ex-
boyfriend. It was wrong of me to use that knowledge as a
weapon."
"No, Marsha. I needed to hear it."
"No matter what sort of relationship we have, that is something
I would never do. I would never lift a hand to you, Jenny. I
would never intentionally cause you pain -- not physically and
not emotionally. All I want to do is to make you happy."
"Make me happy?"
"Yes. You make me happy and I think I can make you happy."
Marsha began stuffing items into her black bag. "I know this is
a lot for you to assimilate. I'll give you a call in a few days
... maybe we'll both be in a better mood to talk ... see what we
can work out." Marsha picked up her bag and headed for the door.
"Marsha -- wait." Marsha turned toward her. "No one has ever
said they wanted to make me happy. Did you really mean it?"
"Oh! It's all I want to do. Jenny -- no one has affected me the
way you have. I thought I was a committed spinster ... until you
came into my life. I've fallen head-over-heels in love with you.
I can't explain it ... I didn't anticipate it. It just happened
and sparks flew. I just want to give to you ... give you
whatever makes you happy."
"Give to me?"
"That's what true love is, Jenny -- it's giving and trust. You
give one hundred percent of yourself to your partner and you
trust..."
"Trust?"
"... you trust your partner to do the same. The result is better
for both ... the whole is more than the sum of the parts."
Marsha's tears began flowing again. "I know it takes time to
build trust. It's not something you can just ... bestow."
Jennifer regarded her for a long moment. "I hear the truth in
what you say," she replied. "I've never thought about love that
way."
"That was what I felt flowing between us last night, Jenny --
trust and giving. I was sure you were feeling it, too."
Jennifer's eyes started to fill. "I did feel it. I don't know if
I wasn't understanding it or simply not believing it."
"Believe it and embrace it, Jenny. Who cares what two
consenting adults do when they're alone together?"
"Exactly... You haven't uttered a single untruth, Marsha; and I
do trust you. Maybe this truly is my destination."
"In your journey of discovery?"
"Yes... Marsha -- I have something to give to you." Jennifer
untied the belt to her robe and threw her arms back, letting it
fall to the floor. She stood, naked, before Marsha. "Me. I'm
yours." Marsha approached her and embraced her, sobbing, holding
her tight. Jennifer began kissing tears from her face. "Hey ...
hey... Those waterworks are unbecoming a woman of your dignity."
Marsha began wiping tears from her eyes. "Oh, Jenny -- the
thought I had done something to hurt you was tearing me up
inside."
"You didn't do anything -- it was my thinking that was wrong,"
Jennifer replied. "I understand that, now."
Marsha hugged her again. "I'm so happy..."
"Wait a minute... There's a slight problem." Jennifer reached
around Marsha's shoulders and untied her halter top.
"I just put this back on..." Marsha lifted the sundress over her
head and then stripped off her briefs.
The two women embraced and kissed, each caressing the other's
back and buttocks. "I love feeling our naked bodies together,"
Marsha said, "pressing tight against each other. You have such a
sexy body."
"So do you. I love your muscles. Your arms and legs and abs
would look good on a man, Marsha. I mean that as a compliment.
No one would ever mistake you for a man, but I admire your
physical strength ... your fitness. I think it's very sexy.
You're not overly muscle-bound, either. You're ... lean and
strong ... just right."
"The same way I admire your softness and curves," Marsha
replied. "You're just right." She led Jennifer to the sofa and
sat on it. Jennifer sat on her lap and they kissed long,
passionate kisses and caressed each other's faces.
"I want to talk about last night," Jennifer said.
"I thought we already did."
"No -- we were talking about this morning. Marsha -- I had a
really good time last night. Everything was wonderful ... the
Chinese carryout ... the first enema with that metal nozzle..."
"Did you like feeling the heat in your bottom?"
"Oh, I did ... and the water rushing in. You're right -- enemas
do arouse me. I never expected they would, but they do."
"They do for me, too. When I see you lying with the hose plugged
into your bottom ... it makes me want one. And, it makes me sooo
horny. This hasn't happened with any other patient, Jenny --
only you. From the day you first stepped into my clinic, I could
feel something special, something electric between us."
"And the alcohol," Jennifer continued, "nothing you could've
said would've prepared me for how it felt -- the burning... I
could feel it all the way down my legs and into the soles of my
feet."
"It didn't last long -- only a few seconds," Marsha replied.
"Yes, the burning passed, but those were seconds that felt like
minutes. Then, I started feeling the effects ... swirling into a
different mental state."
"Would you do it again?" Marsha asked.
"I don't know ... maybe ... sometime. Last night wouldn't have
been possible without it -- I know I would've been way too
inhibited. The alcohol lowered a barrier." She kissed Marsha's
lips. "And the sex... " They kissed again. "I wasn't expecting
that..."
"I told you -- it was spontaneous. Your Grey Goose put me into
an altered mental state, too. I don't think I would've ... if I
hadn't been..."
"A little drunk? It's all right, Marsha. You were so tender.
You've always been tender with me. It's how I know you care for
me."
"I do care for you, Jenny. I care for you more than I have for
anyone in my life."
"I know you do, Marsha. I know. I feel it."
"I love you."
"I love you, too. Now you're crying again..."
"It's such a relief being able to say it ... I love you. You
mean so much to me."
Jennifer kissed more tears from Marsha's face. "Last night was
the best sex I ever experienced. Best ever. I had never
experienced oral sex before."
"Never?" Marsha asked.
"Never. My ex thought pussies were ... icky. Those were amazing
orgasms I experienced. I think the realization that I enjoyed it
so much is what triggered my cognitive crisis this morning."
"We're past that," Marsha replied.
"I wanted you to know how good it all felt. Something else...
Both times when I was orgasming... I think the spasms made the
alcohol move down. I could feel warmth from it inside my
bottom."
"That's why you rolled onto your side afterward," Marsha
replied. "I can see that happening. All those nerves down there
are interconnected."
"I think it made my orgasms stronger -- feeling the warmth, that
is."
"You might be a bit anal-erotic."
"Maybe I am."
"Nothing wrong with that. I think I'm that way, too. There are
other ways to incorporate enemas into love play."
"I'd love for you to show me how."
"Would you do it again?" Marsha asked.
"Yes I would ... I'd love a repeat of last night..." Jennifer
kissed Marsha's lips. "...without alcohol this time. This is all
so new and exciting to me and I want to experience it with a
clear head."
"It's new for me, too. We'll need to feel our way around."
"It'll be difficult, with you working second shift and my crazy
schedule."
"It means the times we can be together will be that much more
precious."
Jennifer caressed Marsha's cheek. "No more tears?" she asked.
"Not for now. Have we cleared the air?"
"I think we have..." Jennifer traced Marsha's lips with her
finger. Marsha parted them and drew it into her mouth, caressing
it with her tongue. "So -- do you have plans for today?"
"None," Marsha replied.
"Want to go back to bed?"
Marsha broke into a broad smile. "I thought you'd never ask."
"Just talking about last night was making me want more. Just one
thing," Jennifer added.
"What's that?"
"I want you to give me an enema ... to put me in the right
mood."
"I'd love nothing more. Any special requests?"
"Only that it's big and hot," Jennifer replied.
"They used to call them the triple-H in hospitals -- high, hot
and a helluva lot."
Marsha opened her black bag and removed the clear reservoir, its
hose and a cardboard box. These she carried to Jennifer's
kitchen, ran water to warm it; then she filled the bag with two
quarts and flushed air from the hose. She carried the bag and
box to Jennifer's bedroom.
Jennifer had straightened the covers and was lying, nude, on a
towel. "Should I put something on?" she asked.
"No. Taking an enema in the nude is the best way."
"What about administering one in the nude?" Jennifer asked.
Marsha laughed. "You know -- this is the first time I've ever
given an enema in the nude." She hung the bag on the stand.
"Careful..." She steadied the stand. "It's a bit heavy this
time." She opened the box and removed the black antique hard-
rubber douche nozzle and affixed it to the hose.
"You're using your special nozzle?" Jennifer asked.
"Yes... I think it's appropriate. I take good care of it, Jenny.
It's clean."
"Before we start," Jennifer said, "can I play with you a bit?"
"Certainly."
Marsha lay on the bed and felt Jennifer's hands caressing her
body. "I love those sturdy arms," Jennifer said and began
caressing Marsha's compact breasts. "Your nipples are so thick
and firm."
"Oh, Jenny -- this feels so good."
Jennifer caressed Marsha's knee and thigh. "Your legs and butt
are rock hard," she remarked. "I love your shaved pussy."
Marsha spread her legs. "It's all yours." Jennifer kissed the
insides of her thighs. Marsha pressed her fingers against her
vulva and pulled back her labia.
Jennifer moistened her finger on her tongue and began tracing
the structures of Marsha's clit. "I've never seen one up close,"
she remarked. "I've never really looked at mine..." She
tentatively licked Marsha's clit and then began stroking it with
her tongue.
Marsha placed her hand on the back of Jennifer's head. "That's
it ... little firmer, little faster. There's nothing in the
world better for stimulating a clit than the human tongue..."
Her arousal was building rapidly. Marsha placed her free hand on
her sternum so she could tease her nipples. By spreading her
fingers she could reach both sides at once with her thumb and
little finger.
Marsha's heart was pounding and her breathing heavy as her
climax approached. She tensed muscles in her pelvis and vulva to
bring it closer. She was on the brink. Closing her eyes and
clenching her jaw she concentrated on the sensations building
low in her pelvis.
Then, she fell over into the abyss as orgasmic pleasure swept
over her. "Ohhh!" she groaned. "Oh, don't stop...." Again she
tensed muscles attempting a second orgasm. Then it happened -- a
second one, stronger than the first, that left her flushed,
gasping and sweating. "Oh, stop," she panted. "Stop stop
stop..."
Jennifer knelt near her as Marsha regained her breath. Muscles
in her abdomen jerked as orgasmic aftershocks washed over her.
She reached up, hooked her arm around Jennifer's shoulders and
drew her face closer. They kissed tender, lingering kisses.
Jennifer stroked Marsha's cheek. "I'm ready for that enema,
now," she said.
"I'm ready to administer it. The water in the hose has gone
cold. Let me flush some to warm it up." She aimed the nozzle
into the measuring cup she had retrieved from the kitchen and
flushed cool water from the hose.
Marsha slipped on an exam glove. "Do you really think at this
point a glove is necessary?" Jennifer asked. "I don't use one to
self-administer."
"I wear one so I don't accidentally irritate your delicate
tissues with a rough nail." She picked up the tube of lube and
snapped it open. Jennifer rolled onto her left side and drew up
her knees.
Marsha squeezed a blob of gel onto her finger. With her left
hand she parted Jennifer's buttocks. "You have such an adorable
bottom and cute little anus," she remarked as she worked in the
lube. After spreading more gel onto the nozzle Marsha again
spread Jennifer's bottom and touched the tip to her orifice.
Slowly and gently she worked it in, watching her favorite nozzle
disappear into Jennifer's rectum until only the hose and fitting
were visible. "I think you can take this one on your back,"
Marsha said.
"I want to feel your hands on me as it fills me." Marsha snapped
open the clamp. "Make it slow," Jennifer requested. Marsha
adjusted the stand to lower the bag for a gentle flow.
"Can you feel it?" Marsha asked.
"Mmm... I feel the warmth ... reaching deep into my body."
"Is it too warm?" Marsha asked.
"Uhn-uhn," Jennifer said and shook her head. "It feels really
good ... no cramping, no tightness ... just warmth invading my
belly."
Marsha knelt near Jennifer and began caressing her body, making
long strokes from her shoulders, down across her breasts to her
abdomen and then back up again. Jennifer reached for Marsha and
she leaned down. Jennifer kissed her friend's breast, drawing
Marsha's nipple into her mouth and tonguing it.
Marsha teased Jennifer's nipples with her fingers until they
were firmly erect. She smoothed her hand along her friend's
belly and was beginning to feel firmness under her abdominal
wall. "Little more than half done," Marsha remarked, glancing
at the bag. "I'm starting to feel fullness in your belly."
"Feels wonderful," Jennifer replied. "I'm just starting to feel
some fullness." She drew up her knees and let her thighs fall
open, the soles of her feet touching.
"Is that an invitation?" Marsha asked.
"Maybe..."
Marsha tucked some hair behind her ear. She lay between
Jennifer's thighs. "I do love that demure little bush," she
remarked. Caressing Jennifer's labia, Marsha spread them and
nuzzled her lips between them, giving the firm lump she found
there a rapid back-and-forth motion with the tip of her tongue.
Jennifer ran her hands along her abdomen. "Starting to get
full," she remarked. Marsha glanced upward and could see the
beginning of distention in Jennifer's belly. Working her arms
under Jennifer's thighs she caressed her partner's abdomen and
could feel the fullness of her colon under her abdominal wall.
"Mmm... That feels sooo good," Jennifer said softly. "The warmth
and the volume from the enema is so arousing..." Jennifer
caressed her swelling abdomen with both hands; then, she shifted
her left hand to her chest and began stroking her right nipple.
Her eyelids drooped and her lips parted as her breathing became
panting.
Jennifer ran both hands from above her breasts down, her fingers
across her nipples, then further down her distended abdomen to
her hips and then back up again. She repeated her stroking. "I
really can feel the structures of my colon," she said softly.
"It all feels so good ... my nipples are firm, my clit feels
like it's about to pop and my womb is throbbing ... I have never
been this aroused..." Marsha lifted her face. "Hey -- you
stopped."
"I needed to adjust my position," Marsha replied. With her left
hand she spread Jennifer's labia and regarded her now stiffly
engorged clit. Keeping one hand on Jennifer's belly Marsha
resumed her tonguing, pulling back Jennifer's clitoral hood to
stimulate her glans. She reached beneath her and grasped the end
of the nozzle. Marsha began rocking and rotating it and sliding
it in and out of Jennifer's rectum.
"Feels good," Jennifer panted. "Keep going keep going keep
going..." Then she gasped loudly. "Marsha!" she grunted. "More
... MORE!" Marsha stepped up the force of her tonguing and
rammed the nozzle in and out of Jennifer's orifice.
Jennifer grimaced. "Coming coming coming!" she cried through
clenched teeth, grasping both her nipples, squeezing and tugging
on them. She drew in a breath and released it as a stifled cry;
then she gasped and moaned. Her thighs trembled and she bit her
thumb to stifle herself.
Slipping her hand over her mons, Jennifer lifted Marsha's face
from her pussy. Her panting eased and she began to regain her
breath. She drew in a deep breath, released it as a contented
sigh and smiled. "Is the enema done?" she asked.
"It's been done," Marsha replied as she snapped closed the clamp
and slid the nozzle out of Jennifer's bottom. Extending her hand
Marsha helped Jennifer sit and then stand. "Let's see that enema
tummy," she said.
"Full belly," Jennifer remarked as she ran her hands along her
distended abdomen. Then the two women embraced and kissed.
Marsha smoothed her hand along the small of Jennifer's back and
buttocks.
"Did that feel good?" Marsha asked.
"It was amazing," Jennifer replied. "When you started wiggling
that nozzle -- it put me over the edge."
"It was a sexy show you put on," Marsha added.
Jennifer kissed her. "Well... Now I have to go. Come with me?"
"You want me with you?" Marsha asked.
"Why not? It's apt to be mostly water after last night."
Marsha gave Jennifer her hand and helped her stand. "Let's look
at that enema bump."
Jennifer smoothed her palms along her distended abdomen.
"Definitely huge ... right on the border of pleasure and pain."
Marsha pressed her palms against Jennifer's belly. "Wow -- full
and hard. They say a well-done enema hurts so good."
Holding hands they walked into the apartment's small bathroom.
Jennifer sat on the toilet, drew in a breath and bore down,
expelling a long gush into the bowl. She closed her eyes and
lifted her face. "Mmm... Feels so good pushing it out."
"Like I said -- expelling an enema is half the fun." Marsha sat,
cross-legged on a bathmat and held Jennifer's foot in her lap
and caressed her shin.
"I like feeling your touch," Jennifer said.
"That's good ... because I can't keep my hands off of you."
Jennifer drew in another breath, closed her eyes and bore down
to expel another long gush. "You know you're cleaned out when
they come out like that," Marsha remarked.
"I can feel my belly shrinking and my colon deflating," Jennifer
replied. "It's such a wonderful feeling." She leaned back,
massaged her belly and expelled more. "I think I'm about done."
"Don't be in too much of a hurry to get up," Marsha replied as
she continued caressing Jennifer's shin.
"Your touch does feel good..." Jennifer pressed her hand to her
belly. "More's coming -- I feel a sort of almost crampy
sensation..."
"It's your colon pumping the last of the enema up against
gravity."
"I can feel it ... sort of a gurgle inside..." She leaned back
on the seat and rubbed her belly from right to left. Then,
sitting up straight she closed her eyes, bore down and expelled
another long gush.
"Now, I'm done," Jennifer said and reached for bathroom tissue
to clean herself. "I have that wonderful mellow, empty feeling
in my belly. I love that feeling."
"You're really getting to know your colon," Marsha remarked. The
two women strolled, hand in hand, toward the bedroom. They
paused in the living room, embraced and kissed. "I can't get
enough of you," Marsha said.
"Nor I of you," Jennifer replied. They stepped into the bedroom.
Jennifer picked up the towel, folded it and placed it on a
chair. Together they turned down the covers and lay facing each
other, each caressing the other's face.
Marsha coaxed Jennifer to sit on the mattress, cross-legged and
facing her. They kissed and caressed each other. Jennifer cupped
her hands under her breasts and leaned toward Marsha so their
nipples touched.
Marsha let out a slight laugh. "You're getting the hang of this
girl-on-girl lovemaking."
"Just doin' what comes naturally."
Marsha coaxed Jennifer up on her knees and they knelt, facing
and embracing each other. She reached between Jennifer's legs
and began stroking her clit. Jennifer reached down and returned
the favor.
Each gazed into the other's eyes as they drove each other toward
orgasm. Jennifer held Marsha around her shoulders, cheeks
touching and each panting into the other's ear.
Then, Marsha pressed her lips against Jennifer's and drove her
tongue between her lips. She synchronized her breathing with
Jennifer's and together they panted, sharing airways.
Jennifer broke loose, lifted her face and let out a groan, her
thighs shaking. Half a moment later Marsha's orgasm exploded in
her loins. "God, don't stop," she gasped and Jennifer increased
the vigor of her stroking. Another orgasmic wave washed over
Marsha, and she fell over onto the mattress. Jennifer lay beside
her and they held each other, covering each other's faces with
kisses.
Marsha lay on her back in Jennifer's bed and holding her partner
under her arm. She smoothed her hand along Jennifer's buttocks,
her finger probing her crevasse and the puckery skin around her
anus. Jennifer rested her palm on Marsha's breast.
"Marsha?" Jennifer said drowsily.
"What, Jenny?"
"Thank you for teaching me about love." Marsha felt Jennifer's
muscles relax and her breathing turn deep and regular. Then, she
closed her eyes.
Part VI
Marsha spotted her luggage on the carousel and grabbed it. She
accompanied Jennifer outside the airport to the rental car desk.
Jennifer completed paperwork and the two women placed their bags
in the trunk of a black Ford sedan.
Jennifer sat behind the wheel and they headed away from the
city. "Beautiful scenery," Marsha remarked. "Maybe now you can
reveal where we're headed."
"There's a brochure in my bag," Jennifer replied.
Marsha opened Jennifer's purse, removed the brochure and began
reading it. "Quincy Springs Resort," she remarked. "Jenny --
this place looks awfully expensive."
"I thought we deserved a splurge," Jennifer replied. "I've been
saving what I would've spent on rent now that I've moved in with
you and you won't let me help with the mortgage. Besides, one of
the perks of working for an airline is deep employee discounts."
"Yeah, we saved a bundle on airfare, thanks to you."
"You do know what this weekend is, don't you?" Jennifer asked.
"Yeah... What?"
"It's our anniversary."
"Anniversary?"
"Yes -- it was a year ago that you yanked me kicking and
screaming out of my closet." Jennifer reached for Marsha's hand
and squeezed it.
"It seems ages ago," Marsha replied.
"And, it seems like yesterday. You've changed my life, Marsha --
you gave me a brand new one and I love it. I love the security
of living with you; I love the giving and trust..."
"I love how your family has accepted me," Marsha added. "I feel
like an adopted daughter. It means a lot to me, since my family
is all gone."
"I remember that weekend vividly. It's seared into my brain. I
remember you saying that if my folks loved me they'd accept me
for who I truly am. You were so right. My mom absolutely loves
you, Marsha. For the first time in my life I truly feel on-
track."
"I'm really pleased and happy for you, Jenny."
"Mom told me something else. She said that when I was in high
school she suspected I was more interested in girls than guys."
"What made her suspect?" Marsha asked.
"The fact I wasn't into dating ... the way I interacted with my
friends ... my time on the swim team."
"You're a swimmer?"
"Not a particularly good one," Jennifer replied. I realize now
I joined the swim team because I liked being around girls in
swimsuits. You were right, Marsha -- you didn't turn me into a
lesbian. You opened my eyes to who I am. I'm forever grateful to
you for that." They approached a large, brick structure. "Here
we are," she announced.
"Have you stayed here before?" Marsha asked.
"Never ... but one of my co-workers recommended it. The spa was
built around natural hot springs more than two hundred years
ago. It's been renovated recently with modern amenities."
"It's a beautiful setting," Marsha remarked.
Jennifer parked the car under a <I>porte-cochere</I> and Marsha
accompanied her to the main desk to check in. A bellman carried
their bags to a deluxe room.
Marsha regarded their accommodations. "Look at that view," she
remarked. "And, there's a big jetted tub ... king sized bed ...
two-person shower. Jenny -- this room must be costing you a
fortune!"
"Well worth it, don't you think?" She approached Marsha and they
embraced and kissed. "With our work schedules, this is a real
treat, don't you think?"
"It would've been a treat at home," Marsha replied between
kisses. "This is an extra-special treat."
"Well," Jennifer said, "we could go down to the spa and sit in
natural mineral water. Or, we could just stay here and shag."
Marsha kissed Jennifer again. "How long are we here for?"
"Two nights."
Marsha began unbuttoning Jennifer's blouse. "The hot springs can
wait. I can't keep my hands off of you." She slid Jennifer's
blouse off her shoulders and then slid her denim skirt off her
legs. Jennifer undressed Marsha and, nude, they embraced again
each caressing the other's back and buttocks.
"Aren't we getting ahead of ourselves?" Jennifer asked.
"How so?"
"What about an enema?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Marsha replied. "I packed all the
necessities."
"So did I," Jennifer replied slyly.
"Oh?"
"Because I wanted to give one to you. Don't you think your
appendectomy has healed enough? It's been over a year."
Marsha looked down at her abdomen. "It's still a bit red."
"It's pink," Jennifer replied, "and, it's fading fast. You're
certainly healed on the outside. Don't you think you are on the
inside, too?"
"Probably..."
"You told me giving me an enema makes you want one." Jennifer
opened her bag and took out a combo syringe sealed in its box.
"I want to experience giving one to you."
Marsha bit her lip, her eyes wide. She nodded. "All right. Yes,
I've been wanting to start up with them again ... I just wasn't
sure I was ready."
"You are ready, now?"
"Ready and willing."
Jennifer opened the box and removed the contents. "I brought
some liquid castile soap," she said. "Since it's been a while
for you, maybe you'd like some soapsuds."
"Good idea," Marsha replied. "I like strong soapsuds."
"How strong?" Jennifer asked. "I thought I'd make the first one
a quart and a half or so."
"Put in a tablespoon. I'll grab a towel for the bed."
Jennifer ran water to warm it and filled the bag. She measured
the liquid soap in a small measuring cup and added it to the
bag. Then she capped it with the hose adapter, shook it to mix
the soap and affixed the hose and attached the douche nozzle.
Holding it over the tub she opened the clamp to flush air from
the hose. She carried the apparatus and a tube of surgical lube
to the bed. "I like this closed-top enema bag because I can set
it down."
Marsha spread the towel on the bed and lay on it. She rolled
onto her left side.
Jennifer approached her and began caressing and kissing Marsha's
buttocks. "Look at that lean body ... those sturdy legs. You
can't have an iota of surplus fat anywhere." She ran her hand
along Marsha's thigh. "I love that butt of steel of yours," she
remarked as she massaged Marsha's bottom. "Now I get to slide a
nozzle into that cute little pucker." She planted another kiss.
"This is going to be fun!"
Marsha felt Jennifer's fingers spreading her buttocks and the
cold lube on her anus. "Wow," she remarked, "I'm not used to
receiving enemas, only giving them."
"You received enemas as prep to your appendectomy," Jennifer
replied.
"Yeah, but then I was in such agony I was willing to undergo
anything to get it over with. This is different. I'm realizing
how much submission is involved in receiving one."
"Hmmm," Jennifer replied, "I suppose you're right. Maybe that's
part of why I enjoy having you give them to me, rather than
giving them to myself."
Marsha felt Jennifer's finger working lube into her orifice.
Then she felt the hard nozzle against her anus. Jennifer gently
eased the lubricated tip past Marsha's sphincter. Marsha could
feel the object penetrating her rectum and Jennifer slide it all
the way in until its hilt was against her pucker. "How's that?"
Jennifer asked.
"You did it like a pro -- I couldn't have done better."
"Now, get into the Sims position," Jennifer instructed. She
held up the bag and snapped open the clamp.
Marsha felt the onrush of water deep in her pelvic bowl.
Jennifer was pinching and releasing the hose to deliver the
enema in short bursts. Marsha could feel pressure build in her
colon so she reached under and massaged the lower left quadrant
of her abdomen. She began breathing deeply and deliberately,
her abdominal muscles flexing her colon to help the enema flow
in deeper.
"Cramp?" Jennifer asked.
"Just a mild one." Marsha felt the pressure release and the
fluid working its way deeper into her colon. "You have the
temperature just right," Marsha remarked. "And just the right
technique."
"I have a very good teacher," Jennifer replied. "I think you can
roll onto your back now."
Marsha rolled over and stretched out her legs. She pressed her
fingers against the left side of her belly under her ribcage. "I
can feel the water here," she said. Jennifer snapped open the
clamp and continued holding the bag aloft. "It's flowing in
easily, now ... it's downhill once the enema reaches here."
Continuing her deep breathing she watched the bag deflate and
as she began to feel fullness develop in her abdomen. Marsha
leaned to her right and rubbed her belly as the last of the
enema drained into her.
Then, with a soft gurgle the bag emptied. Jennifer closed the
clamp. Marsha lifted her knees and Jennifer plucked the nozzle
from her bottom. "Now I'm going to massage your tummy," she said
and began palpitating Marsha's belly. "I can feel the fullness."
Marsha was feeling something else -- an indistinct but growing
sense of discomfort in her lower abdomen. "I can feel the
soapsuds," she said. "The enema definitely is working." Jennifer
continued massaging Marsha's abdomen. This and the soap was
stimulating strong peristalsis in Marsha's colon. Soon a
cramping sensation and a strong urge to evacuate built low in
her belly. Marsha grimaced and tensed the muscles in her bottom
as the cramp built and then subsided. "I have to go," she said.
"You always tell me the longer you hold it the better it works."
Marsha groaned as another peristaltic wave built in her colon.
"It's working fine. I had better go before I have an accident."
She bit her lip, closed her eyes and grunted as the wave peaked
and subsided.
She hopped off the bed and trotted into the bathroom as a third
cramp formed in her belly. Marsha slammed shut the door, lifted
the lid and sat on the toilet as a third cramp peaked. She bore
down, expelling the enema. More cramps followed, along with
irresistible urges to bear down. Folding her arms across her
abdomen she pushed down, grunting from the exertion and beads of
perspiration formed on her forehead and upper chest.
The cramping subsided. Marsha sat on the toilet for several
moments in case more of the enema started coming down. Then she
cleaned herself off, flushed and washed her hands.
Jennifer awaited her outside the bathroom door. "Well? How did
you make out?"
"Oh, it was a workout," Marsha replied. "I needed it. After a
year, I needed it."
"How did you like being on the receiving end?"
Marsha smiled. "Since it's you Jenny -- I loved it."
"I have your clear water enema ready." Marsha noticed the red
bag hanging from some clothes hangers hooked together and
attached to one of the rails of the canopy bed. "We packed the
collapsible stand, but the bed is too high ... so I came up with
this."
"Very clever," Marsha remarked as she lay on her left side.
Again she felt Jennifer's fingers probing her bottom and working
lube into her anal canal. Then came the nozzle and once
inserted, Marsha rolled onto her back.
Jennifer opened the clamp and Marsha felt the incoming water.
She sat on the bed and ran her hands along Marsha's muscular
legs. "Water's flowing in fast," Marsha remarked.
"I want to see that belly swell up," Jennifer said and began
running her hands along Marsha's abdomen; then up and across her
breasts, teasing her nipples and back down again. Jennifer
repeated the motion and her fingers stroking Marsha's thick and
firm nipples elicited murmurs of passion from her lover. "You're
starting to fill up -- I can feel it in your tummy."
"Feels really good -- your touch ... the warmth and the pressure
... seeing your beautiful nude body ... so arousing..."
The reservoir's contents drained into Marsha's rectum and a soft
gurgle indicated the bag was empty. Jennifer closed the clamp.
She ran her hands along Marsha's swollen abdomen. "That's one
full tummy," she remarked. "Can you hold it for a while?"
"I think so -- it's not too much volume ... just enough. No
discomfort but very arousing."
"Good..." Jennifer knelt on the bed and began covering Marsha's
breasts and belly with kisses. She ran her hands along Marsha's
lower abdomen and could feel the bulge of her sigmoid colon.
"Mmm..." Marsha hummed.
"You like touch here?" Jennifer smoothed her fingers along
Marsha's hips and inner thighs. Marsha lifted her knees to
spread her legs and Jennifer began stroking her bald mons.
"Oooh, she is so wet down here..."
"God, I can't remember being this aroused," Marsha replied.
"It's flooding out of me."
"I remember you telling me that tension like this needs to be
released." Jennifer knelt between Marsha's thighs. "Let's get
this out of the way..." She grasped the hilt of the nozzle and
began rotating it and sliding it in and out of Marsha's rectum.
She eased the tip out and set it on the towel.
With her left hand Jennifer spread Marsha's labia and stroked
her now firmly engorged clit. She leaned in and began tonguing
Marsha's clitoral shaft using an up-and-down sucking action.
With her right hand she slid a finger into Marsha's vagina. It
was a hot cauldron of slick juices.
Jennifer dragged some of Marsha's fluids down to her anus and
began stroking its slick, puckery skin. Then she slid her finger
in to the second knuckle. "Marsha," she said, "I can't feel the
walls of your rectum. It feels like it's inflated like a
balloon." Jennifer resumed tonguing Marsha's clit.
Marsha lifted her face and closed her eyes as the stimulation
from Jennifer's tonguing drove her toward orgasm. She placed her
hands on her breasts and began pinching and pulling her nipples.
Already her heart was pounding and her breathing deep and heavy.
She began panting loudly as her heart began to race.
Then, a strong orgasm exploded in her loins. She drew in a
breath and held it, clenching her teeth as she worked her
internal muscles to amplify and prolong the sensations. Her
orgasm peaked and she felt release, letting out a long, low
moan.
Jennifer removed her finger from Marsha's anus. "I felt you
come," she said. "I felt muscles in your bottom contracting and
squeezing my finger. It felt like a good one."
Marsha opened her arms and Jennifer embraced her. They kissed
long, tender kisses. "It was the most powerful, emotional orgasm
I can remember. Maybe the best one ever."
"That enema probably wants out," Jennifer said and offered
Marsha her hand. Marsha stood and the two women embraced and
kissed again. "Let's see that tummy." She ran her hands along
Marsha's abdomen. "Wow -- that is sexy."
"If you'll excuse me..." Marsha headed for the bathroom. She
admired her bulging belly in the mirror and then sat on the
toilet.
The enema practically came out on its own -- Marsha barely
needed to bear down to expel long, pleasurable gushes. She felt
her colon relax and deflate as it emptied. She pressed her palms
against her abdomen and massaged it to coax more water lower
into her colon so she could push it out.
Finally, the fullness in her belly was replaced with a mellow
feeling of relaxation. <I>It has been a long time</I>, she
thought as she smoothed her hands against her now flat belly.
<I>Too long a time</I>...
Marsha cleaned herself, flushed and washed her hands. Jennifer
met her outside the bathroom door and they embraced. "How did
that one go?" Jennifer asked.
"I feel so good, so relaxed. The second one always feels so
good. You make a great enema nurse, Jenny."
Jennifer pressed her palms against Marsha's abdomen. "Look at
that flat tummy."
"Yeah -- flatter than before. I needed this Jenny. I didn't
realize how much I needed it. Thank you." She kissed Jennifer's
lips. "Now, shall we give you one?"
"The enema can wait," Jennifer replied. "Administering one to
you made me so horny now all I want is sex." She pressed her
lips against Marsha's and drove in her tongue. Marsha drew back
and caressed Jennifer's tongue with her lips.
Then, Marsha scooped Jennifer in her arms and carried her across
the room to the canopy bed. Jennifer had taken down the red bag
and set it atop the towel on a chair. Together they turned down
the covers and slid between them. Facing each other they kissed,
tongues touching and caressing the insides of each other's
mouths.
"This bed is so luxurious," Jennifer remarked, "and with all the
pillows."
Marsha plumped pillows and sat up, leaning against them. She
coaxed Jennifer to sit between her legs, her back against
Marsha's chest. Marsha pressed her lips against Jennifer's head
and inhaled. "I love the scent of your hair," she said and
covered Jennifer's neck and shoulders with kisses. "And, I just
love the taste of your skin."
"What do I taste like?"
"Mmm... Jenny..." Marsha wrapped her arms around Jennifer and
held her tight. She placed her hands under Jennifer's firm, B-
sized breasts and with her thumbs fondled Jennifer's small,
perky nipples, which soon became firmly erect.
"Mmm..." Jennifer drew in a breath and released it with a
contented sigh. "Mmm ... feels really good, Marsha... Mmm...
Your pacing is just right. I love how you're holding me ... I
love your kisses and your touch." She grasped Marsha's thighs
and drew in another deep breath. "Mmm..."
Marsha could feel Jennifer's heart pounding through the flesh
of her breast. She continued caressing Jennifer's nipples,
ending each stroke with a pinch. Jennifer's breathing grew heavy
and she dug her nails into Marsha's thighs, as her own twitched
in response to Marsha's touch.
Smoothing her left hand along Jennifer's smooth belly Marsha
began running her fingers through Jennifer's demure natural
bush. She worked her middle finger into Jennifer's slit. "Oh, so
wet," Marsha remarked as she worked her finger into Jennifer's
vagina, coating it with the hot, slick juices she found there.
Then she began stroking Jennifer's long, slender clitoral shaft.
Marsha felt Jennifer's clit become firm. She focused her
stroking on the ball-bearing sized lump that was forming. At the
same time with her left hand she pinched Jennifer's nipple as
she stroked her clit, and she felt Jennifer's heart accelerate
until it was racing.
Jennifer continued to clutch Marsha's thighs. Her breathing was
now loud panting. "Marsha!" she gasped. "I think I'm gonna
come..."
Marsha nuzzled Jennifer's neck. "Just let it happen," she
whispered into Jennifer's ear.
"I'm coming! OH!" Jennifer's legs shook and she let out a moan.
Marsha pinched and tugged on her nipple. Jennifer cried out
again and then her body relaxed. She sat forward and turned
around, kneeling and facing Marsha.
Jennifer held Marsha's face and covered it with kisses. "You
have such sweet orgasms," Marsha remarked as she kissed
Jennifer's lips. Then, Marsha reached between Jennifer's legs so
she could press a thumb against her clit.
Jennifer lifted her face, her legs trembled and she let out a
gasp. "Too much!"
"I wanted to make sure you were done coming," Marsha said with a
smile.
"I'm done ... for now..." Jennifer lay between Marsha's legs.
She grasped Marsha's compact breasts and with her thumbs and
forefingers worked their thick, fleshy nipples until firmly
erect.
Marsha put her hand on Jennifer's head and caressed her dark
blond hair. Jennifer's eyes met hers. "You are so pretty,"
Marsha said. She could feel arousal building her loins, her clit
becoming engorged and her vagina getting wet.
Jennifer slid down, sliding her hands along Marsha's lean sides
and abdomen. She began stroking Marsha's smoothly shaved mons
and pussy, kissing it and licking the slick inner surfaces of
her labia.
Marsha reached down and stoked Jennifer's hair. "How would you
like to try some sixty-nine?" she asked. "It's something we
haven't tried yet."
Jennifer looked up and smiled. "I'm always up for something new
with you," she replied. "Tell me how I should be."
Marsha coaxed Jennifer to lie flat on her back. Then, Marsha
knelt over Jennifer's face and Jennifer adjusted pillows under
her shoulders. Marsha coaxed Jennifer's legs apart. Supporting
herself on her elbows she caressed and spread Jennifer's labia
and began tonguing her clit.
Jennifer returned the favor, stroking Marsha's clit with her
tongue and caressing her thighs. Marsha widened her stance to
press her pussy more firmly against Jennifer's lips, and she
worked her own lips deeper between Jennifer's labia, feeling the
curly pubic hair against her face.
Marsha's arousal was building from the rhythmic stimulation
Jennifer was giving her clit. She reached under herself and
began pinching her own nipples, alternating from side to side as
she continued her tonguing of Jennifer's clit. Her breathing was
turning heavy as she strove to continue her tonguing.
Sensing her climax approaching, Marsha began tensing her pelvic
muscles to bring it nearer. Then, on the cusp of an orgasm
Jennifer broke free. "COMING!" she gasped and, squeezing
Marsha's thighs she let out a shriek.
Marsha rolled off of her and held her face. Jennifer's cheeks
and neck were flushed red and they covered each other's faces
with kisses. "Did you have one?" Jennifer asked.
"I was close ... and then..."
"Oh, Marsha -- I was trying not to come. I was trying to hold it
back until you had yours. It got to be too intense and I
couldn't stop it... I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Jenny."
Jennifer coaxed Marsha onto her back and knelt between her
thighs. "Let me help you finish up..."
Jennifer spread Marsha's labia and kissed her clit. Then she
drove two fingers deep into Marsha's vagina and began massaging
its roof. She pressed her thumb against Marsha's clit and
caressed her firm, thick nipples.
Marsha stretched her arms out straight and gripped the
bedclothes. "Oh Jenny -- this feels so good ... so good... I
love seeing your naked body ... you are the prettiest girl."
"No, I'm not..."
"You are in my eyes." Marsha closed her eyes as Jennifer's
stroking was ramping up her arousal. Her heart was beginning to
pound and her breathing became open-mouth panting. "Jenny --
don't stop, don't change it. Don't change anything..." Marsha's
belly and breasts heaved with her deep and vocal panting. "I'm
... on the verge ... of a strong one.... keep going, keep
going...."
An orgasmic wave washed over her. Marsha drew in a breath, held
it and moaned. "Don't stop!" she gasped as she tensed her pelvic
muscles. Another, stronger orgasm washed over her, her legs
trembling and her fists pounding the mattress. "Enough!" she
gasped.
Jennifer threw herself atop Marsha and they kissed long, tender
kisses. "Good one?" Jennifer asked.
"Oh, Jenny -- it was perfection. Each time with you has been
perfection. And each time is better than the last."
Marsha eased Jennifer from atop her and held her tight.
Jennifer snuggled against Marsha's shoulder. Marsha kissed her
hair and caressed her back. Then, closing her eyes, she drifted
into slumber.
Awakening, she saw Jennifer gazing into her face. "I'm not
asleep," Jennifer said.
"Were you?"
"For a while. I woke and was just lying here, watching you
sleep." Jennifer's eyes filled.
"Something wrong?" Marsha asked.
Jennifer shook her head. "Nothing wrong. I'm just in awe at how
much in love with you I am."
Marsha stroked a tear from Jennifer's cheek. "Believe it ...
accept it. Because I'm just as deeply in love with you."
Jennifer smiled. "What time is it?"
Marsha looked at the clock on the nightstand. "Eight thirty.
It's twilight outside." She looked at Jennifer. "Are you
hungry?"
"A bit."
"So am I. But I don't feel like getting dressed for dinner."
"That is why room service was invented," Jennifer replied. "I'll
go get the menu. We can place an order and make plans for
tomorrow."
Part VII
Marsha held Jennifer's hand as they strolled toward the resort's
dining room. She wore a floor-length, backless dress in pale
pink with gray trim and embroidery while Jennifer wore a short
black sleeveless dress. "That was quite the experience, earlier
-- soaking in the hot spring water," she remarked.
"Yes," Jennifer replied. "The water was so hard I felt buoyant
in it. People have been coming to this resort for nearly two
hundred years to soak in the waters for their healing
properties. At least, that's what they say."
They reached the restaurant and the hostess showed them their
table. A woman wearing black slacks, white blouse and a black
apron embroidered with the resort's logo approached. "I'm
Tammy," she said, "and I'll be your server. Would you like
something to drink right away?"
"Water is fine," Marsha replied.
"I'll give you a few minutes to look over the menu, then.
Tonight's specials are listed on a sheet clipped to the menu
cover."
Jennifer looked into Marsha's eyes. "Tonight I'm sorry I can't
drink," she said. "It feels like a night for Champagne."
"You have really pulled out all the stops this weekend," Marsha
replied.
Tammy returned. "Have you decided?"
"I'll have the seafood mixed grill," Marsha replied.
"I'll have the trout," Jennifer added.
"Very good..."
Jennifer reached for Marsha's hand. "I love you so much," she
said.
"I know you do, Jenny. It goes without saying. I love you, too."
"I'm so happy being with you," Jennifer continued. "I love us
living together. I love the giving and trust we have."
"You've said so before. I love being with you."
"There's only one thing that could make me happier."
"What's that?" Marsha asked.
"If we were married."
Marsha's eyes widened and her lips parted as she regarded
Jennifer. She hesitated responding, knowing that mis-speaking
could ruin a tender evening. "You want us to be married?" she
finally replied.
"Oh, I do. Don't you?"
"To be truthful, I never thought it would even be possible. Now
that you bring it up..." She smiled and nodded. "Whatever makes
you happy makes me happy. Yes, Jenny -- let's get married."
"You're not afraid of the commitment?" Jennifer asked. "It
daunts me a bit but I'm sure it's the right thing to do."
"I don't see how it changes how I'm committed to you or you to
me," Marsha replied. "You've made me happy as well, Jenny. There
were times I despaired having anything like what you and I
enjoy."
"I knew that's how you'd feel. I don't need or want a big
ceremony," Jennifer said. "Something small and private would be
perfect. I don't want or need an engagement ring, but I'd be
delighted to wear your wedding band."
"I feel the same way."
"It's amazing how our minds run in the same channel," Jennifer
remarked. "Do you know what I would like to do?"
"What?"
"Return here a year from now. We can have the ceremony here and
our honeymoon. Wouldn't that be special?"
"Very special."
Tammy returned with a tray, which she set on a folding stand.
"Here's the mixed grill ... and the trout. Can I get you
anything else?"
"I think we're good," Jennifer replied.
"Are you celebrating anything tonight?"
"Well," Marsha said, "we just got engaged."
"Congratulations. I think you make a cute couple."
* * *
Marsha and Jennifer held hands as they strolled toward their
room. "I can't believe you told our server we got engaged,"
Jennifer said.
"Are you angry with me for it?"
"No... I was just surprised."
"I'm pretty sure Tammy is a member Team Sappho," Marsha
remarked.
"What made you think that?"
"She pinged fairly high on my gaydar ... and, the way she was
eyeing you up and down. I know I'm not much to look at..."
"That's not true," Jennifer objected. "I think you're pretty and
sexy."
"Think what you like... You, Jenny, in that little black dress -
- you're a knockout."
Jennifer unlocked their room with a pass card. She followed
Marsha inside and they embraced and kissed.
"Last night you had a special evening planned for me," Marsha
said between kisses. "Now, I have a special one planned for
you."
"Would it perhaps involve a Saturday night enema?" Jennifer
asked.
"It might just."
"Should I go change?"
Marsha kissed Jennifer's lips. "You look so adorable in that
little black dress. For starters, why don't you leave it on?
Just lose the undies."
"What about the stockings?"
"They look good on you, too. Why don't you relax ... it'll only
take me a few minutes to get ready. Hmm... Maybe I'll avail
myself of that red bag you brought. It's closed-top and like you
said, you can set it down."
Jennifer slipped off her shoes and lay in her clothes on a towel
on the bed. "It's in my bag -- help yourself."
Marsha filled the bag and added a small amount of liquid
Castile. Then, she capped it, affixed the hose and carried it
along with a measuring cup holdings a tube of surgical lube and
the plastic douche nozzle to the bed. By blowing into the end of
the hose she inflated the bag a bit and clamped off the hose.
"What did you do that for?" Jennifer asked.
"With a closed-top bag I like to have some head-space so it'll
drain better," Marsha replied as she shook the bag to make sure
the soap was well-mixed with the warm water, and then she
affixed the nozzle to the hose. Holding up the bag she snapped
open the clamp to flush air from the hose, draining it into the
measuring cup. "Hard water," she remarked, "not many suds. That
won't impact the soap's effectiveness. At least it didn't last
night."
Marsha set down the bag and knelt on the bed to caress
Jennifer's legs, running her hand along the smooth nylon of her
stockings. "You have such pretty legs," she said as she explored
the shapes of her calves. "Let's get down to business, shall
we?"
"Let's," Jennifer replied. "It's funny -- watching your
preparations and anticipating the enema makes my tummy horny for
one."
"I feel the same way." Marsha lifted the hem of Jennifer's
little black dress and regarded her slender legs. She smoothed
her hand along Jennifer's thigh, running her palm across the
stretch lace tops of Jennifer's stockings. Exposing Jennifer's
buttocks Marsha caressed and kissed them.
She picked up the tube of lube, squirted some onto her finger
and, parting Jennifer's buttocks with her left hand began
working it into her now exposed pinkish-brown anus.
"I'm glad you gave up on the exam gloves," Jennifer said as
Marsha worked lube into her anal canal. "I like feeling your
finger in me skin-on-skin."
"I do need to keep my nails filed," Marsha replied as she coated
the nozzle with more lube. "You do have a delightful little
pucker. Here comes the nozzle..."
Marsha again parted Jennifer's buttocks and pressed the rounded
tip against her orifice. After giving it a gentle twist she
watched it disappear into Jennifer's rectum. Once clear of the
sphincter muscles Marsha eased it in, pointing the tip toward
Jennifer's head, until the hilt was against her bottom.
Automatically, Jennifer rolled partway onto her left side,
slipping her left arm behind her banc and bending her knees to
assume the Sims position.
"Ready?" Marsha asked.
"Ready."
Marsha held up the bag with her left hand and with her right she
snapped open the clamp. Then she reached down and held the hose,
keeping the nozzle deeply embedded in Jennifer's rectum and the
hilt pressed against her anus.
"I feel it," Jennifer said. "I love that feeling ... the water
in the hose is cool and it feels like a cold fountain spraying
inside my bottom." She began breathing deeply and deliberately.
"Now it's warming up..."
"Are you having any cramping?" Marsha asked.
Jennifer shook her head. "Uhn-uhn... I can feel it working its
way up my left side ... pressure builds and releases ... then a
bit further up it builds and releases again. No cramping,
though." She took more deep breaths. "It's up under my ribcage,
now."
"It's almost down a third," Marsha said. "Just a little more and
I'll have you roll over... There." She snapped closed the clamp.
Jennifer rolled onto her stomach. "I want to try it this way for
a change," she said, "instead of on my back."
"Your weight will add pressure to your colon," Marsha advised.
"I know, but this bed is sooo soft. If I start feeling
discomfort I can always lift up on my elbows to ease off the
weight."
"Okay... I'm starting the flow again." Marsha snapped open the
clamp. She regarded Jennifer's firm, round buttocks with the
hose between them; and Jennifer's long, slender legs and how her
sheer, black stockings emphasized the curves in her calves.
"This is a delightful view I don't see often enough."
"No real pressure on my tummy," Jennifer replied and resumed her
deep breathing. "I can feel it filling my transverse colon."
"It's going in fast," Marsha replied. "I think we were fighting
some back-pressure at first but your colon is taking it in
easily, now."
"Probably because I'm so comfortable and relaxed," Jennifer
added.
"Relaxation is the secret to a good enema. Almost time to roll
over again."
Marsha snapped shut the clamp. Jennifer rolled onto her right
side. "I felt it flow in deeper," she said. "I felt bubbles
inside."
"Then, let's get the last of it into you pronto before the
soapsuds induce contractions." Marsha held the bag up high and
snapped open the clamp.
Jennifer changed her breathing to shallow panting through parted
lips. "Feeling fullness?" she asked.
"Yeah ... I feel like I'm getting filled up."
"Well -- you are, hon. The bag's almost empty." Marsha heard the
telltale gurgle of the bag emptying. She closed the clamp and
removed the nozzle from Jennifer's bottom.
Jennifer rolled onto her back. She lifted the hem of her dress
to expose her belly and ran her hands along her visibly
distended abdomen. "Really full ... and I'm starting to feel the
soap's effects."
Marsha set the bag onto a chair and knelt on the bed. She
caressed Jennifer's thigh and looked into her light brown eyes.
"Just hold it as long as you can," she coached. "You are such a
good enema patient, Jenny. You were the first day you walked
into my clinic -- you cooperated and I'm sure that's why you had
a good experience that first time."
"I'm reminded of how good I felt after that first appointment
every time you give me an enema, Marsha." She reached for
Marsha's hand and squeezed it. "I so prefer having you give them
to me over taking them myself." Jennifer closed her eyes and
clenched her jaw. "Cramp -- strong one mmmph..." She drew in a
breath and released it. "It's passed ... another starting. Maybe
I'll go after this one passes."
Marsha watched the expression of concentration on Jennifer's
face as she fought the cramp. It was a sensation she knew well -
- pressure building along the length of her colon and being
stopped only by a sphincter held shut through sheer willpower.
Jennifer grimaced and Marsha heard a gurgle come from deep in
Jennifer's belly. "Okay, I'm going," Jennifer said and headed
for the bathroom.
Marsha rinsed the red bag in the room's wet bar sink and hung it
in the shower to drain. From her own bag she removed her open-
top, three-quart clear silicone enema bag and the collapsible
stand. Then, she turned to the large whirlpool tub and began
filling it.
"Jenny, honey," she called through the closed door to the water
closet, "I'm going to fill the tub. Maybe you'd like your robe -
- I'll set it outside the door."
"Okay," she heard Jennifer reply.
"How are you doing in there?"
"These soapsuds enemas are always a workout," came the reply.
"This one is no exception."
While the tub filled Marsha slipped out of her dress and into a
terry-cloth robe provided by the resort. It was cream-colored
with the resort logo embroidered on the left breast.
Marsha adjusted the temperature of the water in the tub and
tested the whirlpool jets. Then she filled her enema reservoir
with a generous two quarts of very warm water. She set the stand
near the tub and hung the bag from it. Then, she attached her
special, black, hard rubber douche nozzle to it.
Jennifer remarked as she stepped from the water closet and
approached Marsha in the robe, carrying her dress, stockings and
bra over her arm. She regarded the stand near the tub. "Am I
taking an enema or a bath?" she asked.
"Both. Have you ever had an enema in your bath?"
"Never."
"There's a first time for everything." Marsha slipped out of her
robe and stepped into the tub.
Jennifer joined her. "Wow -- I feel like I'm floating away," she
remarked.
Marsha turned the jets on a low setting. "Now I feel like we're
in a glass of Champagne," she said. "Stand up and bend over.
I'll get your enema started. I can't do it when your bottom is
under water 'cuz the lube will get washed away." She held the
nozzle over the tub, opened the clamp and flushed air from the
hose.
Jennifer stood and bent over. Marsha spread her, lubricated her
anus and then smeared lube onto the nozzle. "I see your using
your special nozzle," Jennifer remarked.
"It's a special night. Just relax..." Marsha worked the smooth,
black object into Jennifer's rectum. Then, she lay, sitting up
in the tub and coaxed Jennifer to sit between her legs and lie
against her.
"The water feels soft ... and smells so nice," Jennifer
remarked.
"I put in some bath salts," Marsha replied, "to soften the water
and for the fragrance. It's Lily-of-the-Valley."
"I love that scent. Mmm... Feels so nice... The tub's so deep -
- the water's almost up to my neck and I feel so light in it..."
Marsha reached for the hose. "I'm going to start the enema now,"
she said as she snapped open the clamp and then stopped it down
a notch. "Can you feel it?"
"I feel the warmth ... no cramping, just the warmth reaching
into me."
Marsha resumed holding Jennifer around her waist and nuzzling
her neck. She cupped her hands under Jennifer's breasts and
began stroking her nipples. "That feels nice," Jennifer said
softly. "When you touch my breasts they start feeling warm and
engorged ... with the warm water and the jets your touch is
doubly arousing. Mmm ... your pacing is perfect, Marsha ... and
the enema flowing in ... mmm..." Jennifer placed her hands on
Marsha's legs and let her head roll to one side.
With her right hand Marsha reached down and caressed the inside
of Jennifer's thigh. She kept her left hand against Jennifer's
breast. Marsha liked feeling Jennifer's heartbeats -- not only
did they indicate the level of her arousal, but feeling her
heart accelerate was sexy. Marsha continued stroking the inside
of Jennifer's thigh, sliding it and against her mons.
Marsha regarded the water level in the transparent silicone
reservoir. She had the clamp stopped down for a slow fill and
now the level was down about a third. Jennifer touched Marsha's
left hand. "Switch side?" she said in a near whisper. "Right
side is feeling left out."
"We don't want that," Marsha replied and shifted her hand to
Jennifer's right breast.
"Mmm..." Jennifer let out a contented sigh each time Marsha
switched sides. Marsha stroked Jennifer's labia with her right
hand and then worked a finger into her slit. She began languidly
stroking the firm clit she found in there. "Oh, that feels
good," Jennifer purred.
Now, Jennifer's heart began to accelerate and her breathing grew
heavier. Marsha watched the water in the reservoir drop below
half-way.
Jennifer ran her hands along her abdomen. "Starting to feel some
fullness," she remarked. "The warmth and fullness deep inside
... so arousing ... little faster?" Marsha increased the cadence
of her stroking. "Mmm... Perfect ... just like that..."
By now Jennifer's heart was pounding and Marsha could see a
pulse point on her neck throbbing. Jennifer lifted her face and,
eyes closed, panted through wide-open mouth. Her legs began to
twitch with Marsha's stroking.
Marsha watched the last of the water drain out of the reservoir.
Jennifer let her head roll to the other side. "Is the enema
done?" she asked.
"It's been done, Jenny, hon." Jennifer reached for the hose and
shut the clamp. Then she rested her back again against Marsha's
chest and placed her hands on her partner's legs. "Can you hold
it for a while?"
"It's such a different sensation," Jennifer replied. "I can feel
the fullness but not the weight. She ran her hands along her
abdomen. "I can feel the distention but there's no discomfort,
no urge to expel -- just warm fullness floating inside me."
"It's joyance from the bath water," Marsha replied.
"It all feels so good..." Jennifer touched Marsha's right wrist.
"Just a little more now... Keep it just like that..." Marsha
could feel Jennifer's heart racing. Her breathing became loud
panting and her legs shook with Marsha's stroking. "Oh my God oh
my God oh my G - O - D!" Jennifer gasped. "Marsha! More! MORE!"
Marsha stroked Jennifer's clit vigorously. Jennifer drew in a
deep breath. "I'm coming..." she said through clenched teeth and
dug her nails into Marsha's thighs.
Jennifer drew in another breath and moaned. "Keep it going keep
it going," she panted and then moaned again, her legs and belly
shaking. Then, she eased her hand between Marsha's and her
pussy. She relaxed against Marsha, drew in a breath and released
it as a contented sigh. "Oh, God, Marsha -- that was amazing ...
am-MAZ-ing."
"Are you ready to get up and expel?"
"I think I had better."
Marsha switched off the whirlpool jets. "I'll get out and give
you a hand." She climbed out of the tub, helped Jennifer out and
wrapped a towel around her.
"Mmm... Towel's warm."
"That towel rod is a towel warmer," Marsha remarked "Let's see
that enema tummy."
"Oh, it is so huge. How much water was that? Two quarts?"
"Two and then some."
"I'm feeling the weight now ... and it's making me need to go."
Jennifer headed into the water closet.
Marsha drained the whirlpool. She set about straightening up the
room by putting away the collapsible stand and hanging the
silicone bag in the shower along with Jennifer's red one.
Jennifer stepped from the water closet. "How did you make out?"
Marsha asked.
"It was such an easy and satisfying expulsion. I think it all
came out in three long gushes. Now I feel so relaxed and so
mellow -- I think I'm glowing. Did you ever take an enema like
that in a bathtub?"
"Yes, but not in a tub like that," Marsha replied.
"Well, you must try it. Maybe we can make time tomorrow morning
before we need to check out."
"Maybe," Marsha replied.
"Right now all I want is to make love to you," Jennifer said.
She embraced Marsha and they began kissing passionately.
Jennifer led Marsha to the bed and coaxed her onto her back.
Then she lay atop Marsha, supporting herself on her elbows.
Jennifer cradled Marsha's head in her hands and covered her face
with kisses. Then, Jennifer began caressing Marsha's compact A-
cup breasts, stroking them from back to front and squeezing her
thick nipples.
Marsha closed her eyes and lifted her face as Jennifer's
stimulation of her nipples began to arouse her. She could feel
her loins relaxing and her clit begin to engorge.
"I love watching your face as you get aroused," Jennifer
remarked. "I can see the tension drain from around your mouth."
Marsha smiled and stroked Jennifer's cheek with the backs of her
fingers. "You have a sexy O-face yourself," she said. Marsha
drew in a deep breath to expand her ribcage. She pulled back her
shoulder blades and pressed her breasts against Jennifer's
hands. "Feels so good," she said and gazed into Jennifer's brown
eyes. "You are so pretty, Jenny ... so pretty..."
Jennifer gathered the flesh of Martha's right breast in her hand
and drew its nipple into her mouth. Marsha ran her fingers
though Jennifer's light brown hair. Her arousal was growing --
her clit was firming and throbbing with anticipation.
Then, Jennifer slid down, covering Marsha's firm and muscular
abdomen with kisses. She kissed and caressed Marsha's lower
abdomen and her smoothly shave mons. Smoothing her hand along
Marsha's firm thigh she coaxed her legs apart and began kissing
them from her knees up to her mons.
By now Marsha's pussy was a cauldron of anticipation and she
felt as if hot juices were flooding out. Her clit was now fully
engorged and stiff enough to protrude from between her labia.
Jennifer grasped Marsha's legs behind her knees and lifted them
up and back, fully exposing her pussy and bottom. "You're not
only strong, your flexible," she remarked as she lay on her
stomach, her lips near Marsha's vulva. She began low, rimming
Marsha's anus with the tip of her tongue. "Your bottom is so
fragrant from the bath," she said and resumed her rimming.
Marsha felt the moist and soft tip of Jennifer's tongue running
in circles across the puckery skin of her anus. Then, she felt
her tongue moving up, licking the slick inside surfaces of her
labia and probing into her vagina.
"You are so wet," Jennifer remarked. She planted her lips
against Marsha' clit and began a sucking motion, pushing her
clitoral hood up for contact directly against her glans.
Jennifer let go of Marsha's legs, reached around them and began
pinching both of her nipples. She was using a languid sucking
rhythm and pinching Marsha's nipples in time with her tonguing.
Marsha's arousal from the combination of nipple and clitoral
stimulation was rapidly building. Each stroke and pinch sent an
electric charge directly to her loins, and her clit was so hard
and engorged it felt like a marble between her lips.
Her orgasm hit her with little warning. "Jenny!" Marsha gasped.
"I'm..." Before she could get the word out she drew in a breath
and let out a shriek. "Oh, God," she gasped.
Jennifer let go of Marsha's breasts and instead held her
buttocks. She pressed Marsha's pussy hard against her lips and
continued her vigorous tonguing of Marsha's clit.
Marsha alternated moaning, gasping and panting as Jennifer felt
her bottom pulsing against her lower lip and chin. Finally
Marsha slipped her fingers against Jennifer's jaw and she lifted
her face.
Jennifer regarded Marsha. A deep flush covered her cheeks, neck
and upper chest. She lay flat on her back, her arms outstretched
and was breathing heavily through parted lips to recover her
breath. "Was that good?"
"You are becoming an expert at oral," Marsha replied. "Now let
me do you."
"I'm still glowing from earlier," Jennifer replied. "Let's just
cuddle."
Marsha lay on her back and Jennifer cuddled under her arm. She
put her hand on Marsha's chest and gently stroked her breast.
"Are you suggesting you want more?" Marsha asked.
"No -- I was just looking at your breast. You have such sexy
nipples, Marsha." Jennifer ran her fingertip around the edge of
Marsha's areola. Then she rested her palm on Marsha's sternum
and absent-mindedly ran her fingers across Marsha's firming
nipple.
Marsha began stroking the side of Jennifer's breast with the
backs of her fingers, her nail crossing Jennifer's small areola
and nipple.
The two women rolled to face each other and kissed. Then,
supported by the pillows against the headboard, Marsha put her
left leg over Jennifer's right one. She put her left hand on
Jennifer's abdomen. "I just love that tummy," she said. "I love
seeing it get big from an enema.
Jennifer placed her hand on Marsha's belly. "Seeing yours get
big was a real thrill for me." Jennifer ran her fingers across
Marsha's bald mons while Marsha fingered Jennifer's natural
bush. Then, each slipped a finger into the other's slit and they
stroked each other's clits.
Marsha turned her head to face Jennifer. "How did you know I
needed more?" she asked.
"The same way you knew I needed more, too. I told you I love
watching your face as you become aroused."
"And I told you I love watching your O-face, too."
Marsha could feel the muscles in Jennifer's thigh begin to
twitch from her stroking. Her heart was beginning to pound and
she placed her right hand on own breast and stroked her nipple
with her thumb.
Jennifer's lips parted. She began stroking her nipples with her
left hand while keeping deep eye contact with Marsha. Marsha
increased the cadence of her stroking and Jennifer responded
with the same.
Marsha knew she was nearing orgasm. Watching Jennifer's response
was augmenting her own arousal. Her breathing became vocal and
turned into loud panting. Jennifer was breathing heavily, her
jaw clenched and making grunts in the back of her throat with
each exhale.
Jennifer's cheeks began to flush. Marsha was on the verge of
climaxing but was trying to hold it back until she knew
Jennifer' climax was upon her. They each continued vigorous
stroking of the other's clit.
The tension became more than Marsha could bear and she reached a
point of no return. As a powerful orgasm washed over her she
drew in a breath and moaned. A split-second later Jennifer cried
out.
As the sensations began to fade Marsha began a gentle caressing
of Jennifer's pussy, and Jennifer reciprocated. "We came
together," Jennifer said as she caressed Marsha's face.
"I was trying to hold back until you had yours," Marsha replied.
"So was I," Jennifer replied. "This is the first time we've
climaxed simultaneously. We try when we do sixty-nine, but one
of us always comes first."
"I think you're right," Marsha replied.
"Do you know what I think is the reason why we could tonight?"
"Why?"
"Because we could watch each other's faces. Watching your
response added to mine."
"Watching yours added to mine," Marsha replied. "I think you're
on to something."
"One thing I know for sure," Jennifer said.
"What's that?"
"I'm so looking forward to our life together -- because I know
it's only going to get better and better."
THE END
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