From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Jacuzzi (MF, ws, enema) (MF, ws, enema)
Date: 20 Mar 1996 23:07:35 GMT

			     The Jacuzzi
				  by
			   The Stock Broker
			  San Francisco, CA
			     August 1990

	I was in Sacramento on business and had to stay over the
weekend in order to take advantage of the lower air fares. On Friday,
I called Joe at his office to see if he would like to have dinner with
me. I knew that he and his wife had split. He said that he would love
to join me for dinner; he also told me that he had met a woman in the
office whom he was now living with and he would like to bring her
along.

	They lived about a hour's drive away, so they came directly to
the restaurant from work, and I met them there. I was surprised that
they brought another very attractive woman with them. They explained
that we would all go to her house after dinner for drinks.

	During an excellent dinner, I found out that the extra guest,
Sue, was recently widowed; her husband was a very hard driving real
estate mogul who just drove himself too hard. He had been very
successful, however, and the young widow appeared to be quite
prosperous.

	After dinner, we drove in separate cars to her house - wow,
what digs. We had coffee and cordials (of which there were a very
large variety). Joe and his friend left rather early for their long
drive home. Sue suggested I stay for a night cap.

	Sue suggested a tour of the house. We started in the guest
bedrooms and then to the master bedroom suite, which had a large,
fenced in private patio. She then took me in the master bath. This
room was as large as a normal living room! It also opened to the
private patio, and the room contained many mirrors which made it look
even more spacious. There was a double sink (fairly common) but then
it became more unusual. The shower stall had dual showers facing each
other with plenty of room for two. There were two toilets facing each
other also! I looked quizzically at that arrangement, and Sue said
that maybe she tell me later about some games that she and her husband
used to play.

	In the center of the room was a large sunken Jacuzzi - clearly
designed for two people. It had a lot of features such as automatic
fill control, automatic temperature control, etc. "Would you like to
try it?" she asked. "Sure," I replied. So she started the automatic
fill and suggested we go in the bedroom to get undressed.

	We both started removing her clothes and hanging them up. When
she was down to her bra and panties, she asked me to unhook her bra,
which, of course, I did. She was facing the mirror, and before she
pulled my hands around to her tits, I could see the sharp nipples
erect on two neat looking breasts. We stood for a few minutes with her
hands over mine - and my very erect penis pressing her ass through my
Jockeys and her panties. Finally, she asked me to take her panties
off, displaying her full curly bush. She reached over and pulled down
my shorts, grasping my throbbing cock admiringly. "We had better jump
in that Jacuzzi," she said.

	In the warm, swirling water, we both completely relaxed.
Occasionally she would tweak my totally limp member with her toe just
to remind me she hadn't forgotten it! After about a half an hour, we
both got out and dried each other off. She took my hand and led me to
the king sized bed.

	Her skin was so soft and warm - I started gently kissing her
neck and working down her chest. I went down each arm, including the
arm pit and the elbow, and then came back to those beautifully formed
breasts. I kissed each nipple, running my tongue around the slightly
swollen nipples. Then she stopped me and repeated the same pattern
with me.

	She turned over on her back, and I started kissing the nape of
her neck and working down her back, lightly kissing it in a zig-zag
pattern. I spent some extra time on her soft, fully shaped buttocks
before moving down the backs of her legs. She then repeated the
pattern on my back.

	I kissed, and tickled, the soles of her feet, then the tops of
her feet and started up the front and insides of her legs, moving back
and forth from leg to leg. I slowed down as I approached her very
moist cunt, but as inviting as it was, I kissed her all around it and
moved up to her abdomen. After tickling her stomach with my kisses, I
moved back to her womanhood.

	She was now dripping wet - I gently started kissing and
tonguing her clit and working my tongue into her vagina. She asked me
to moisten my second finger with her juices and work it up her ass
while I continued to stimulate her clit and vaginal area. As I got my
finger into her tight asshole, I could feel the throbbing from her
vagina, and soon the expansions and contractions began to trap air and
make popping sounds as I continued to kiss and massage her clit with
my tongue. As she finally exploded in ecstasy, I could feel the
reactions in both ends.

	Now it was her turn. When she worked up to my crotch, she
pushed my legs up in the air and started kissing behind my balls,
reaching my asshole. She spent a lot of time there before coming back
to my stomach. Each time she touched my ass with her lips or tongue, a
shiver ran through my entire body. Finally, she got to my penis. She
kissed up and down the shaft several times before kissing the tip and
running her tongue around the rim. Just as she pulled my cock into her
mouth, I could feel her finger push into my ass. As she worked on the
solid shaft of manhood in her mouth, it wasn't long before it
exploded!

	As we lay in her bed, almost completely exhausted, she told me
about the reasons for the two toilets. It seems that she and her
husband used to give each other enemas and have a contest to see which
one could hold it the longest. They would sit facing each other,
holding hands until one would give up with a splash. Then the winner
would get to choose his or her reward. Sometimes, the loser would be
required to conduct analingus on the winner; sometimes the loser would
get spanked (followed by profuse kisses on his or her behind), etc.
Sometimes the loser would get a second enema. I told her that sounded
interesting, so she said that, tomorrow morning after breakfast, she
was going to get out the equipment.

				* * *

	The next morning, she put a pan of water on the stove and
brought it to a boil. She then put two most unusual enema nozzles into
the boiling water. Each one had several raised areas along the length
so you would feel each lobe pass through the anus. The final raised
area was extra large so the nozzle wouldn't slip out and would seal
all of the water in. (There was a cross piece at the end so it
wouldn't all go in.) She said they were purchased at a sex store in
Germany.

	She got out the enema bags and was washing them out (or so I
thought) and then she filled each with the same amount of warm water.
She put some towels on the bed (in case we leaked). We lay on the bed
in the 69 position on our left sides and spent a long time lubricating
each other's asshole with some vaseline on our fingers. The bags were
hung on the bedposts, and we each took each other's nozzle and slipped
it in, a notch at a time. Then came the flow of warm, relaxing water -
at least it was relaxing until the pressure began to build!! She
seemed to be taking it much faster than I.

	After we finally got all of the water in, we slowly pulled the
nozzle out, feeling each indentation pass the anal sphincter. We lay
on our backs for a minute or so, massaging each other's stomach to
work the water around. After two or three minutes, we went into the
bathroom and sat facing each other on the toilets, with our legs
slightly apart. The pressure in my abdomen was really strong now. I
didn't see any way I could win this contest, and I didn't. Like an
upside down geyser, the contents of my bowels spurted out. "HA HA, I
won," she said, with a big grin. "We are going to have some fun this
morning!!" She still held hers quite a while longer, before exploding
into the toilet. We both wiped off and went into the bedroom.

	When I saw her bring out four scarves and a wide leather belt,
I began to worry.

	"Lie down on your stomach."

	She tied my arms and legs to the bedposts, in an upside down
spread eagle.

	"I don't want to disturb the neighbors."

	So she took the panties she was wearing yesterday and, with
the crotch side in, stuffed them in my mouth. They had all of her
odors and flavors trapped in them.

	And then came the not too gentle (but not really hard) pops
with the leather strap across my buttocks. I don't know how many times
she hit my ass, but it was really stinging. Although I couldn't see
them, I'm sure my buttocks were bright red! After she was satisfied
that this stage of the punishment was complete, she sat on the side of
the bed and gently rubbed my sore ass.

	She then turned me over, and tied me spread eagled on my back.
The combination of the feminine odors and tastes in my mouth and her
stimulation of my behind kept my penis at full height, and there was a
small damp spot on the bed were some fluid had leaked out. I still had
the gag in my mouth. She just sat there, teasing me all over my body
with her finger.

	"You are probably getting a good taste of me from the panties;
now it's time for the real thing."

	She pulled the gag out and moved her cunt right over my mouth.
For quite a while, she moved her cunt all around my mouth, like a
kitten (pussy) rubbing against a post. While her clit was almost in my
mouth, I tweaked it vigorously with my tongue, causing a strong, noisy
reaction from her red, dripping vagina.

	Then she turned around and pressed the small red button that
was her asshole right against my mouth.

	"Use your tongue - massage my asshole and see how far you can
push it in."

	While holding her ass against my face, she massaged her clit
with her finger to bring herself to climax. Then, with my arms still
tied and her asshole in my face, she started teasing my cock with her
fingers and her mouth and tongue until it erupted, squirting warm
semen over my stomach. She let me lie there for a while longer - we
were both exhausted. Then we both jumped back into the Jacuzzi.

	It was about time to go - I hadn't even been back to my hotel
since yesterday. As we said our goodbyes (and thanks for some unusual
experiences), she told me that the contest really wasn't. She had
loaded my enema with the same ingredients that Fleet uses to give you
a real urge. Secretly, I was glad she won; but I was a bit pissed off
that she cheated. I think she had a lot more practice than I had, and
I'm sure she would have won anyway.