I pulled into a stall in the visitors' lot, put it in park and reached for my cane. Gingerly I eased myself from the driver's seat and hobbled toward the building. Upon reaching the vestibule I pressed the button.

"Yes?" came a voice through the intercom.

"It's Nick."

"Be right down."

Leaning on my cane I waited for her. Soon I saw Cindy appear. "Is this okay?" she asked and modeled her outfit -- a little, black sleeveless dress.

"Lovely," I replied as I regarded her. Cindy was petite and slightly built. She had unruly red hair that extended down her back, green eyes and freckles on either side of her nose. Her complexion was peaches-and-cream, with a slight ruddy mottle; and broader freckles covered her shoulders and upper arms. Although not most folk's idea of beautiful, she was by no means unattractive. Her forehead was high and broad, and her nose and chin were strong. Her lips naturally formed a sort of permanent pout; however, she had apple cheeks and a pretty smile. We had been dating for about three months.

Together we headed back to my car. I pressed the button on the key fob to release the door locks. She slipped into the passenger seat and I eased myself behind the wheel.

"I'll take that," she said and held my cane.

"Thanks." After backing out of the parking space I headed for a boulevard that, once out of town, became a county trunk highway.

I turned onto a town road. We were headed for The Reef. It was a historic building -- originally a stagecoach inn, once on a busy canal but now out in the middle of the country. Nonetheless it had a well-deserved reputation for excellence.

"Have you been here before?" Cindy asked me.

"Often ... as a kid," I replied. "They have some game items on the menu. I was fascinated with the idea of eating frogs' legs or grouse."

"I hope they have some good old domestic chicken." I hate the idea of frogs sitting in little wheelchairs."

"Right... Here we are."

I parked in front of the establishment. Cindy handed me my cane and helped me out of the car. "Your knee still bothering you?" she asked.

"Yes and especially today."

"What does your doctor say?"

"He said give it another week or so and if there's no improvement he'll send me to a specialist ... for a laproscopic look-see."

Cindy grimaced. "Let's hope you get some improvement. I hate seeing you..."

"Disabled? Maybe there's a silver lining. Maybe I qualify for a cripple tag so I can park in the handicap spots."

We were shown our table and handed menus. "I see the frogs' legs and grouse," she remarked. "Also eel ... rabbit stew... I think I'll go with the lake perch almandine."

"Maybe I'll just go with a salad."

She reached across the table and took my hand. "Nick -- what's the matter? You've been down all evening. Is it your knee?"

"My knee is the least of it. Let's leave it at that." I squeezed her hand. "Sorry, babe. I'm not feeling myself and I don't have an appetite."

"I understand. You can't predict when you'll get sick..."

"Or blow out your knee?"

"That either. You were so patient with me when I was sick ... I guess I need to be patient, too."

We headed back into town. Cindy held my hand. "Nick -- what is it? What's wrong? I'm a nurse..."

"I know you're a nurse."

"Maybe I can suggest something to help."

"It's this pain medication I'm taking."

"Which is?"

"He has me on oxy."

"Oxycodone?"

"That's the stuff."

"Is it not working?"

"Oh, it helps ... helps with the pain. But -- there's this side effect... I'd rather not talk about it."

"Don't be shy."

"It has me ... bound up. Okay?"

"As in ... constipated?"

"That's the technical term for it," I replied with some sarcasm.

"Opioid induced constipation ... OIC. We see it all the time. Have you discussed this with your doctor?"

"Of course I have. He's suggested laxatives and softeners. It's just been getting worse as time goes on. He had me try something specially formulated for this..."

"Methylnaltrexone?" she suggested.

I shrugged. "Coulda been."

"Did it help?"

"I dunno. I was on it for only two days -- the stuff neutralized the oxy and the pain was back."

"That can happen. When was the last time you were able to..."

"Four days ago. I seriously felt like I was shitting a brick ... sideways."

"Did your doctor mention taking an enema?"

I drew in a breath. "He did suggest it as an option. It's not an option I relish."

"Why not?"

"I know nothing about them and I'm not about to go to a clinic and have some stranger poking around back there."

"Let me help you take one," she replied. "Speaking as a nurse, it's something I know a fair bit about; and, speaking as your girlfriend and frequent bed mate -- I'm no stranger."

"Geez ... no thanks."

"I guarantee that not only will you get relief, but afterward you will feel better than you've felt in a long time."

"You can guarantee that?"

"Double your money back."

"It's an easy guarantee to make."

"You really will feel better, Nick. Tell you what... If we do this and you don't feel great afterward -- you can ask me to do anything and I won't turn you down."

"Anything?" I glanced toward her in the passenger seat.

"Anything."

"Hmmm... All right. Seems there's nothing to lose."

We reached her apartment building. She opened the main lobby door with her passkey and we rode the elevator to her floor. I followed her into her apartment.

Cindy was a neat freak, so her place was spotless. From a closet she withdrew a bath towel. "Give me a few minutes to get ready. In the meantime, spread this on the bed."

"Okay..." I spread the towel and sat on her bed. She disappeared into her walk-in closet and by now I was seriously regretting that I had agreed to this. Then, Cindy reappeared dressed in maroon scrubs instead of the little black dress. "Do you really need to dress for the part?" I asked.

"I'm more comfortable doing this in these." From her closet she produced a folding, portable I.V. stand that she set up near the bed. "Have you ever had an enema before?" she asked.

"When I was a kid... My mom gave them to me whenever I had a stomach flu or the like. I think the last one I had was when I was nine or ten. I don't remember much ... except I dreaded them."

"Don't fret -- I am an expert at this," She said. "You are in good hands."

Cindy stepped out of the bedroom and returned with a tray containing a box of facial tissue, a tube of surgical lube and a box of exam gloves. She left and returned carrying a fountain syringe, its red reservoir full and bulging. From it was a plastic hose terminated with a hard plastic nozzle. This she hung on the I.V. stand and adjusted the height.

"We need access to your bottom," she said.

"Right..." I slipped out of my pants and briefs and sat on her bed, eyeing the bulging red bag. "How much is in that?"

"Two quarts," she replied.

"Looks like a lot."

"Two quarts is your standard, adult dose. It's tap water with a small amount of castile soap added."

"Soap? Why soap?"

"It gives the enema a bit of a kick ... and if you're as bound up as you say you are, you're going to need all the help you can get. Now -- lie on your left side. I'm going to put some lube on you."

Cindy pulled an exam glove onto her right hand and picked up the tube of lube with her left. After snapping open the cap she squeezed some onto her finger. "Now, just relax. Relaxation is critical to success."

Her fingers spread my buttocks and I felt the cold lube on my skin. Then, she pushed her finger inside me. "Wasn't expecting that," I remarked.

"Just checking for anything that would counter-indicate what we're doing. You look perfectly normal back here. Now, I'm going to insert the nozzle." I felt the hard tip easing into my anal canal. "Everything feel okay?" she asked.

"So far..."

"I'll describe what you should expect," she said and I could tell she was in full Nurse mode. "When I start the flow, first your rectum will fill and expand. This may give you a sense of needing to go. You'll need to resist that urge and hold it back. In a little while the enema will begin to flow higher into your colon. It might be an unfamiliar sensation but it should not be unpleasant. I have the bag hanging kinda low so we'll be going slowly at first. You might feel pressure or cramping. If you do, let me know and I'll stop the flow until your colon relaxes and the pressure eases. Understand?"

"Understood."

"You shouldn't feel any real pain."

"That's a relief," I interjected.

"Any cramping we'll deal with by slowing down the flow. As the enema progresses you may begin to feel fullness in your belly or a sense of bloat. That's normal. Understand?"

"Roger dodger."

"Our goal is to fill your entire colon from end-to-end. Now, I want you to bend your right knee..."

"That's the one I can't bend."

"Oh, right... Oh, well ... roll halfway onto your stomach and slip your left arm behind your back. I'm going to start the flow..."

I heard the snap of the clamp and the next sensation brought back a flood of memories. It was a sudden cool spray deep in my pelvic bowl and it was a sensation I remember vividly from the enemas my mother administered. "Wow... That brings back memories," I remarked.

"What?"

"Cool flow inside ... it's warming up, now."

"The water in the hose lost its heat," she said.

"I feel pressure build and release," I remarked, "low on the left side of my abdomen."

"Take long, deep breaths," Cindy coached. "Use your diaphragm. The movement will flex your colon and help distribute the enema."

I did as instructed, flexing the muscles in my abdomen. I could feel the water penetrating deep inside my belly. "Bubbles inside," I remarked. I felt something else -- despite myself the sensations were giving me a hard-on. I hoped Cindy wouldn't notice.

She pinched the red reservoir and closed the clamp. "I want you to roll onto your back," she said. "It'll make it easier to fill your transverse colon." She drew a line across her belly with her finger from left to right.

I complied and tugged on the hem of my shirt to cover as best I could my stiffening manhood. "I'm going to re-start the flow." Cindy reached for the clamp and snapped it open. "I'm also going to raise the bag a bit..." She turned a knurled fitting on the stand and raised the bag about twelve inches.

I could feel more bubbles and gurgles inside, now high in my belly between my ribcage and navel. Cindy saw me glance at the red bag. "About half done," she said. "How are you feeling?"

"Actually, okay," I replied. "There hasn't been any discomfort."

"Good. You're doing really well, Nick. You're a good patient."

"I am beginning to feel fullness."

"Let me feel..." She pressed her palms on my belly. "Yes, I can feel your colon getting firm." She began unbuttoning my shirt from my sternum down, and before I could object she had spread it wide open. "Oh, my," she remarked on spotting my firm erection.

I let out an exasperated sigh. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice."

"Don't be embarrassed. The nerves down there are in close proximity and it's not unusual for this sort of stimulation to result in arousal."

"Reminds me," I said with a little laugh, "of a joke. God must be a civil engineer because only a civil engineer would run a toxic waste pipeline through a recreational area."

Cindy laughed at my joke. "I'm going to give your belly a gentle massage -- to work the enema into the nooks and crannies." I felt her fingers against my abdomen. She would press on one side and I'd bulge out the other.

She glanced at the bag. "Roll onto your right side now so gravity will help the enema flow high into your colon."

"Starting to feel really full, now," I remarked.

"Take shallow breaths," she suggested. "Pant like a dog using your ribcage. Relax your belly and let it fill. Just a little more..." The bag emptied with a soft glug. "You're done. I'll take the nozzle." I felt her pluck it from my bottom.

"Now, roll onto your back and hold it for as long as you can. Holding it helps the enema work." She sat on the bed and ran her hand along my thigh.

"How long do I hold it?"

"Ideally, for fifteen minutes or so," she replied. "I know when holding an enema, especially one with soapsuds, each minute feels like ten. Hold it until you have a strong urge to go."

"I'm beginning to feel a ... an indistinct ache..." I put my hands on my abdomen. "...here."

"You're feeling the soapsuds," she said.

"Pressure inside," I said.

"The enema is stimulating peristalsis in your colon," she said.

"Indeed it is."

"It should be coming in waves, starting high in your colon and moving down. Hold it back."

Grunting I tightened the muscles in my bottom. The peristaltic wave crested against the inside of my anus and dissipated. Then I felt another one beginning, stronger than the first. "Another," I said.

"After one more passes you can get up and go sit on the toilet," she said.

"I don't think I can hold back another one," I gasped. "I almost lost it on that one."

"I'll help you." She picked up a washcloth, folded it over and pressed it hard against my anus. With her other hand she squeezed my buttocks together.

A third, powerful wave was building. One good thing -- the cramping had neutralized my erection and I was flaccid again. Biting my lip and closing my eyes I concentrated on tightening the muscles in my bottom to hold back the enema that my colon desperately wanted to be rid of. A gurgling groan came from somewhere in my belly. I let out a gasp as the wave dissipated.

"Get up and go," Cindy said.

I eased myself from her bed. Bent over and with my arms folded across my belly I headed toward the bathroom as fast as my gimp knee permitted. Another peristaltic wave was building in my gut and it was essential I reached the loo before it hit because I knew there would be no holding this one back.

I made it to the bathroom and closed the door. Then it was lid up, seat down and as I sat the enema exploded from my bottom. Groaning, I bore down with each wave after crampy wave, pushing out enema water and solids -- hard ones at first, followed by softer stuff. I was getting sweaty from the exertion. Cindy, you lost your bet, I thought.

Then, as I expelled the last of the enema the cramping began to subside. I realized I had found relief -- the bound-up sensation I had suffered for two weeks was gone. Reaching for the tissue roll I cleaned myself off and glanced into the bowl before hitting the flush lever. It was full of what had ailed me.

I washed my hands and returned to the bedroom. "Well," Cindy said with a slight smirk, "everything come out okay?"

I put my hand against my abdomen. "It was a gut-wrenching experience," I replied, "but I do feel better. Not better than ever ... but, better than before."

"It's not over 'til it's over," she replied. "Lie down and relax for a while and let your colon rest ... before your second enema."

"Second?"

"Soapsuds are irritating to the colon. You need a clear water rinse to get rid of any remaining. Otherwise you could experience some discomfort."

"All right ... you're the expert."

I stretched out on her bed and she sat on the mattress, running her hand along my leg. "Poor knee," she said. "I hope you feel better. I hate seeing you suffer." Cindy leaned over and kissed my knee. Then, she smoothed her palm along my thigh. "I'm glad you're not too hairy. I don't like hairy guys. And, I've always been partial to blonds."

"I always thought my hair was more sandy than blond," I replied.

"A difference without a distinction," she remarked.

"Tell me -- do you give enemas like this in the hospital?"

She shook her head. "Almost never. If a patient needs an enema more likely than not it's a squeeze-bottle phospho-saline one. Time is money. Setting up something like this takes half an hour when a squeeze bottle is thirty seconds. Closest is when I give a patient barium for an X-ray series." She spread open my shirt and gently palpitated my abdomen. "How are things feeling in there?"

"Much better, thanks. To be honest, the experience wasn't nearly as bad as I was anticipating. It was a bit grueling in the bathroom..."

"Blame that on the oxy," she retorted. "The enema was merely the catalyst."

"I feel better than when I started the oxy."

"I know what you mean. I always feel good after an enema," she said.

"You use enemas?" I asked.

"Why do you think I have all this equipment?" she replied.

"Never thought about it ... professional accoutrement, maybe."

"I've used them on a regular basis all my life," she continued. "My grandmother raised me and she was old school. Enemas once a week and more often if I was sick, sluggish or had a fever. She thought regular, large-volume enemas were good for you -- they have a tonic effect on the colon. The distention and expulsion strengthens its muscles, she thought. I can't disagree. Enemas were commonplace in homes up until mid-century. Then they fell out of favor."

"I wonder why," I remarked.

"Yeah, I wonder why, too. I wonder why something that's cheap and easy to self-administer got replaced with expensive prescription drugs and procedures."

"You sound cynical."

"Maybe I am. It think the longer I work in that hospital the more cynical I become."

Cindy stepped into her bedroom carrying the red bag, again bulging and hung it on the I.V. stand. "I made this one a little bigger," she said as she pulled another exam glove onto her right hand.

"How much bigger?"

"Up to the top. This bag holds just under five pints, so it's maybe two quarts plus four or five ounces. Since there's no soap in this one, we're relying on the mechanical distention of your colon to stimulate motility. The secret to a successful enema is two words -- sufficient volume. Time for some lube..."

I rolled onto my left side and felt her spreading me. Her finger spread the cold lube onto my pucker and then I felt her finger sliding inside me. Again the sensations were giving me the start of an erection. I didn't fight it this time.

Glancing over my shoulder I saw her coating a long, bulbous nozzle with lube. "Is that a douche nozzle?" I asked.

"It is. It's also better for enemas."

"How so?"

"It's bigger and longer -- easier to hang onto and the bulb on the end makes it harder to slip out. Just relax -- I'm going to inset it."

I felt the round tip against my orifice. Cindy rocked her wrist and I could feel its bulb slide past my sphincter. "I'm going to tilt it up so it's pointing toward your head," she said. "Your rectum lies along the base of your spine. If I pushed it straight in, it would bump against the wall of your rectum. This way I can slide it in all the way..."

I felt her push the nozzle all the way in until the hilt was against my bottom. The shaft felt thicker in my orifice and I could feel the length of the thing inside me. The sensation was oddly arousing.

"You can take this one lying on your back," she said. I rolled onto my back, my knees slightly flexed. "This one should flow in easier than the first one. And, it should come out easier, too." She snapped open the clamp.

Again I felt the initial rush of cool water low in my pelvic bowl. As water from the reservoir flushed through the hose I could feel warmth penetrating deep into my abdomen. Cindy sat on the bed and caressed my thigh. I couldn't believe how arousing the sensations were -- the onrush of water, the warmth and the fullness in my belly. By now I was stiffly erect.

"It's going fast," she remarked, glancing at the red bag. She put her hands on the sides of my abdomen. "Starting to feel fullness in there."

I put my hands on my belly. "Yeah... I can feel it." Running my fingers from my ribcage to my pelvis I could feel the fullness building inside me. Then I began to feel it -- a fullness, a bloating sensation. "Feeling full, now," I said.

"Roll onto your right side," Cindy coached and I complied.

"Really full, now," I said and began the doggie-panting she had advised.

"Almost done. Relax that belly. Let it fill..." I heard her close the clamp on the hose and pull the nozzle from me. "You're done."

I rolled onto my back and ran my hands along my belly. "God, I feel full."

"You look full," she replied. Sure enough, my belly wasn't flat but rounded from my sternum to my mons. "Feel," she said, guiding my hands. "You can feel the structures of your colon ... your sigmoid here..."

"Yeah..." I could feel a bulge low on my left side, just inside my pelvic bone."

"... your descending colon ... transverse ... ascending." She guided my fingers to the right side of my abdomen. "This is your cecum. That's the furthest reach of your colon."

"Interesting... How long do I need to hold this one?"

"However long you want to."

"I think I'll go now..." Cindy helped me off her bed and I limped to the bathroom. Pulling back my shirt I regarded my belly in the mirror -- I definitely could see the distention.

Sitting on the toilet I bore down to expel the enema. This one came out in long gushes. I could feel the water moving down, my colon deflating and my belly returning to normal. Toward the end what must've been residual soapsuds came out, along with some sour-smelling, soupy matter. Then, confident I was done, I cleaned off, flushed and washed hands.

Cindy was right, I had to admit. I did feel good -- relaxed and empty inside. It was a wonderful sensation, especially after the past week of feeling miserable.

I headed back to the bedroom. Cindy met me wearing a sheer, black baby doll nightgown and a black satin G-string. I scanned her up and down. Her gown left little to the imagination.

She had compact, B-cup breasts, their twin charms visible through the filmy fabric. Her legs were short but shapely, with well-formed calves and cute, dimpled knees. Her arms were slender with sexy muscle definition in her deltoids; however her hands and feet seemed a bit large for her frame and I knew she was sensitive about being a petite, five-foot-four girl who wore size nine shoes. Her bottom was sexy and round -- too round for her liking, but I thought it really cute.

"You look super sexy in that gown," I said.

"I thought you'd like a reward for being such a good patient," she replied. We embraced and kissed. I held her tight against me and nuzzled the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her red hair.

Holding hands we approached her bed. The red bag hung, flaccid, on the I.V. stand and the towel was still spread on the mattress.

"Cindy," I said, "I was wondering ... if I could have another."

"You want another enema?"

"Now that I know what's involved ... I want to explore the sensations. I've always been open to new experiences."

"I know -- one of the things I like about you is your open-mindedness."

"So -- would that be all right?"

"No harm," she replied. and took the bag from its hook.

I followed her into her kitchen and watched as she ran water to warm it. "Make it bigger and hotter," I said.

"Bigger?"

"Yeah... How much can a person take?"

"Depends on the person," she replied. "I like large volume enemas. I fill the bag to the top."

"I'll bet your tummy gets big from that much water."

"It does -- I look three months pregnant."

"That is something I'd really like to see."

"Play your cards right..." She regarded me. "Since you're an enema newbie, you should work up to the volume you can handle." She filled the reservoir and then added water to a plastic measuring pitcher. "Here's a full bag and another pint I can dump in along the way. You can see how that much feels, okay?"

"Okay..."

I headed into her bedroom, pausing to remove the shirt. "I guess no need for this," I said, setting it atop my jeans and briefs on a chair.

"Excellent," she replied. "Enemas are always best taken when nude. It's how I like to take them."

"That's something else I would like to see." This time the mere anticipation was making me hard. I lay on my left side, eagerly awaiting Cindy's finger and the nozzle.

She spread me and coated my anal canal with the cool, slick lube. Then, in one smooth motion she slid the douche tip into my rectum, pushing it all the way in.

I rolled onto my back and reached under, feeling where the hose terminated in the nozzle. The hilt was firmly lodged against my anus, and I could feel its shaft lodged deep in my rectum. She released the clamp and sat on the bed. I regarded her in her gown. "The view from here is fantastic," I remarked.

Cindy watched the bag deflate. She stood, dumped the extra pint from the pitcher into the reservoir and returned to sitting on the bed. She ran her hands along my thighs, up past my hips and caressed my abdomen. The water indeed was hotter than the last one. The inrushing warmth reaching deep into me; and, feeling her touch was giving me a powerful erection -- and a wet one. Cindy wrapped her fingers around my stiff organ and squeezed some clear drops onto my lower belly.

"I can't keep my hands off you," she said, running her fingers through my chest hair.

"I'm not complaining." She brushed the soft pads of her fingers over my nipples. "That feels good," I said. Her touch was increasing my arousal and my organ was becoming so hard it almost hurt.

She continued teasing my nipples. Now my glans began to throb. My heart was beginning to pound and I was breathing heavily through my mouth.

Cindy ran her fingers in circles around my nipples, drawing her nails across them. Then, suddenly and without warning I experienced a powerful climax. All I could do was let out a groan as I ejaculated hot blobs onto my chest and belly. I drew in a breath and let it out as a gasping sigh.

"Oh, my," Cindy remarked. "I didn't see that coming."

"Neither did I" I replied, panting.

She picked up a blob on her finger, put it in her mouth and smiled. "Enema's done," she said and closed the clamp. "You took it all."

"I guess I did. I hadn't noticed -- I was distracted." I ran my fingers along my distended abdomen. "I'm really bulging, now."

Cindy placed her hands on me. "Wow -- full belly," she said. Reaching between my legs she slipped the nozzle out of my rectum. With some facial tissues she cleaned the blobs of sticky semen from me.

"If you'll excuse me..." I headed once again for her bathroom.

"Wait," she called. "Let's see that tummy." I turned sideways to her. "Very sexy"

"This enema really does want out, and it wants out, now," I replied and headed toward the bathroom. Expelling this one was much like the last -- long gushes, and the feeling of fullness being replaced by one of empty, mellow relaxation. I cleaned myself off, flushed and headed to the bedroom.

Cindy ambushed me, still wearing her baby doll. She leapt up and wrapped her arms and legs around me. I held her thighs. She covered my face with kisses, then she kissed my lips and rammed her tongue into my mouth. I pulled back, caressing it with my lips.

"That was the sexiest enema I ever administered," she said. "It made me so horny."

"Administering an enema makes you horny?"

"This one did. When I'm at the hospital administering one, I wall off those feelings. Since you and I are ... intimate..."

"You didn't feel a need for that professional separation."

"Exactly. Not only did it make me horny, it made me want one, too."

"You want an enema?"

"Oh, God -- I want one so badly!"

"Then, let's give you one."

"I can't..." She lifted the hem of her gown to expose her still quite fresh appendectomy scar. "I don't risk one until this has healed."

"Oh, that's right. You never told me about your appendix."

"It wasn't my appendix."

"What was it, then?" I asked.

"One night at the hospital they were short-staffed in the E.R. and I was asked to help out. The cops brought in a guy who was delirious and violent -- totally out of control."

"What was he on?" I asked. "PCP?"

"Something like that -- maybe some of the synthetics floating around. Before we could get him sedated he got hold of a scalpel and jabbed me with it."

I winced. "How deep did it go?"

"Deep enough to make a gash in my colon. I needed emergency surgery to repair the cut and flush the area. I was on heavy antibiotics -- I could've developed peritonitis."

"What happened to the guy who did this?"

"I was told they kept him sedated until he cleared whatever he was high on, then they turned him over to the authorities. Beyond that -- no idea."

"When did this happen?"

"About six weeks before you and I met," she said.

"Gee... I had been thinking it was your appendix. The scar looks like one -- it's in the right place."

"Yeah, I guess. I'll never wear a bikini again."

"That's nonsense, Cindy. You have a great figure and that scar won't detract from it an iota. How long do you think it'll be before it's fully healed?"

"I asked the surgeon that and he said six to nine months should be safe. Of course I didn't tell him the reason I wanted to know. I intend to play it safe. Rupturing that wound would require a very embarrassing trip to the E.R."

I counted on my fingers. "So, basically -- six months from now."

Cindy nodded. "Yeah, that sounds about right. I can't believe I haven't had an enema in three months. I never go that long and my tummy is hungry for one."

"From its location that wound has to be pretty high up your colon."

"He nicked my cecum," she replied.

"How about a small-volume enema that's not enough to stress your wound?"

She turned up her lip. "If I'm not filled end-to-end, it's not a real enema and it's not satisfying," she replied. "I'll just have to wait it out."

"It was major surgery," I replied, "and healing takes time. Does it still bother you?"

"Not much -- just enough so I know I'm not a hundred percent inside."

"In the meantime, you can enjoy enemas vicariously by giving them to me." I kissed her lips.

"You'd do this again?"

"I feel so good," I replied. "I can't believe it. I can't believe something so simple can make me feel this good. You've convinced me."

"I told you so," she replied.

"I'm astonished at how good an enema feels. I never suspected an enema could be ... foreplay."

"After I went through puberty I recognized a sexual aspect to enemas," Cindy said. "I get aroused by them."

"By taking and giving, I see."

"Indeed. When I do an enema series, sometimes I'll finish the last one with the help of my vibrator. Then, I get a good night's sleep."

"Hmmm... I can't wait for those six months to be up."

She kissed my lips. "Me, neither."

"You're wrong about one thing," I said.

"What's that?"

"This isn't my reward for being a good patient. It's yours for being such a good enema nurse." I scooped her up and carried her toward the bed.

"Are you okay with your knee?"

"I'm fine," I replied and set her on the bed. She knelt on the mattress and I sat behind her, slipped my arms around her and began nuzzling the base of her neck.

"Mmm..." she purred. I caressed her breasts through the fabric of her gown; then, I tugged on the ribbon holding together her bodice. Her gown fell open and I eased it off her shoulders.

Cindy spun around and faced me. We embraced and kissed, and I caressed her with the backs of my fingers. Her compact breasts were adorned with round, pinkish-tan areolas the size of poker chips. Centered in each was a thick, perky nipple. Cindy's nipples were pierced with stainless steel, barbell piercings. I grasped the ends of one and tugged and rocked it.

I eased her onto her back and began stroking her breasts from back to front, ending each stroke with pinching her nipples. "Mmm ... feels good... Deeper," she said softly. "Mmm... Feels good ... feels like you're milking them..." She lifted her arms, grasped the headboard and rocked her torso to press her flesh into my fingers. I watched her belly heave as her breathing deepened.

She eased me onto my back and lay atop me with her breasts over my face. I guided her left one to my lips, drew it into my mouth and nursed, exploring the hard knobs of her piercing and her firm nipple. She shifted so I could mouth her right breast and fondle her left nipple, still wet with my saliva. Cindy pressed her mons against my thigh and rocked her hips. "Is this a sign you're ready for some action down below?" I asked.

"Almost..." She rolled off of me and knelt by my hips, running her hands along my legs and abdomen. "Flat tummy," she said and covered my belly with kisses. She wrapped her fingers around my somewhat flaccid member. "Still recovering?" she asked.

"I envy women and your ability to have orgasm after orgasm."

"This woman has yet to experience that," she replied. She covered my chest with kisses and stroked my nipples with her tongue.

Then, she rolled onto her back. I ran my hand along her thigh and caressed her labia through the satin of her G-string. "Oh, you are wet," I said. "This is soaked."

"It's just pouring out of me," she replied. "I don't think I've been this aroused in my life."

I grasped the waistband, Cindy lifted her hips and I slid the garment down her legs, exposing her full, natural, red bush. I placed my hand high on her thigh so I could languidly run my fingers down her slit. Her belly and legs jerked each time I touched her clit.

Lifting her knees I eased them to the mattress, spreading her thighs. Helping myself to her copious fluids I slipped two fingers into her vagina, pressed my thumb against her clit and began an in-out motion, combined with up and down stroking her clitoral shaft.

I cupped my left hand over her breast, working her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Cindy's breathing grew deep. Her eyes drifted shut and her face rolled to the side. "Feels really good, Nick," she panted. "Little faster, now..."

I upped my cadence. She became vocal, making hoarse grunts with each breath. I watched her belly and ribs heave with her panting.

Sitting up, I slipped my hand from between her legs. "Why did you stop?" she asked, petulantly. "I was getting close!"

"I want to do something else," I replied and lay on my belly with my face between her thighs. With my thumbs I spread her labia. "Oh, she is SO wet," I remarked and began licking the slick inner surfaces of her labia and inhaling her musky scent. When I reached her clit I teased it with the tip of my tongue; then I began sucking it. Slipping my arms under her thighs I grasped both her breasts and began pinching and rolling her nipples.

Cindy let out a groan. "Oh, this feels GOOD!" she gasped and stretched her arms out so she lay spread eagle before me. She began loud, heavy panting through open mouth and soon each stroke of my tongue on her clit reverberated in her thigh muscles.

I released my grip on her left breast and eased my right hand back under me. Sliding it between her thighs I probed her opening, helping myself to more of her juices and dragging some lower. I coated the puckery skin of her anus with her slick fluids and rimmed it with my finger.

"Oh, God," she gasped. "Feels SO good. Please don't stop... I'm on the verge ... of a strong one..."

I increased the vigor of my tonguing her clit and pinched her nipple with my left hand. Then, I drove my right index finger into her anus, up to the second knuckle and moved it in and out in synch with my tongue.

Cindy exploded into orgasm. She pounded the mattress, arched her back and let out a cry. I could feel orgasmic spasms in her pelvic muscles throbbing against my finger. Normally by now she'd tell me to stop but not tonight. She let out a shriek and then bit her finger to stifle herself. I felt more spasms in her bottom.

"God, stop," she panted. "Stop stop stop!"

I eased my finger from her bottom and came up from between her legs. She was panting through wide-open mouth. A deep flush covered her face, neck and upper chest and thin, wet lines ran down the sides of her face from the corners of her eyes.

Her belly jerked and she gasped. "I still feel it," she panted and gasped as her belly jerked again. "Like aftershocks..."

"Babe, you okay?" I asked.

Slowly she regained her breath and her lips turned up in a smile. She shook her head. "I am so far beyond okay... I have never come that hard or that long. Never. I never thought I could."

"Are you ready for me?" I asked.

"Depends... Are you ready?" I guided her had to my stiffly erect shaft. "Mmm... Meaty ... remarkable recovery."

"After the show you put on? That was the sexiest orgasm I ever witnessed."

"How do you want me?" she asked.

"How do YOU want me?"

"On top." She spread her thighs wide, hooked her hands behind her knees and drew up her legs.

I knelt between them on my good knee. Holding my shaft near its base I aimed my glans at her entrance and pushed into her. She was still very wet and slick and I slid into her tight pussy with no effort. She held me across the small of my back with her legs. I slid my arms around her shoulders. We embraced and kissed.

"I think this is my favorite moment," I said. "I love feeling myself inside you. I love the intimacy."

"Mmm... So do I. I like to savor"

We kissed again. She released her grasp on me and I lifted onto my elbows, looking down on her firm, compact breasts and her pierced nipples. She put her hands on my sides and pressed her thumbs into my nipples.

I began a gentle in-out thrusting with my hips. Cindy responded with a complementary rocking and rotating of hers. She held me around the small of my back as I ramped up the vigor of my thrusting. Soon I was grunting from the exertion and trying to drive myself toward climax. Two in one night had become hit-or-miss with me -- I'm not as young as I once was -- and the special circumstances of the evening meant I didn't want to disappoint.

Then, unexpectedly, I felt something cold in my crevasse. Cindy was working lube onto my anus; then she drove her finger into my hole. It was what I needed and a half-dozen more thrusts and I was there. I closed my eyes, thrust my hips hard against hers and grunted as I pumped my fluids into her.

Spent, I lay limp atop her for a few moments. Then, with me still inside her we held on tight and I rolled onto my back so she was lying atop me. I ran my hands along her shoulder blades and down her back, caressing her smooth, round buttocks. "That..." I started to say.

She pressed her finger to my lips. "Don't say anything. Nothing needs to be said. Just hold me." I held her, smoothing my hand along her mane of red hair. "Nick... I love you."

Part III

I glanced at Cindy, her unruly red hair blazing from a morning sunbeam streaming through a crack in the shutters covering her bedroom window. She was still sleeping, her arm across my chest and her leg wrapped around mine. I lay on my back, gazing at her ceiling and letting thoughts of last night swirl through my mind.

She stirred. "Morning," I said.

"Mmmph ... morning ... been awake long?"

"Not long." Cindy rolled onto her back. Now the sunbeam fell across her breasts, illuminating her peaches-and-cream complexion and glinting off the piercings in her nipples. "You said something last night."

"What?"

"Right before we fell asleep, you said I love you. You haven't said that before." Cindy's lower lip trembled. Her eyes brimmed and a tear ran down the side of her face. "Not that it's something I didn't know already ... in my heart. I enjoyed hearing it, though." She sniffled and brushed away more tears. "Babe -- what's wrong?"

"Tears of joy, Nick. You can't know what a relief it was, being able to say it. I do love you -- more than anyone. And I can say it! I can really say it!"

"What was stopping you?" I asked, coaxing her onto her side so I could look into her pretty green eyes. She bit her lip and shook her head. "Come on, Babe -- you can tell me. You can tell me anything."

"Oh, I know..." She drew in a deep breath. "Oh, Nick... Enemas have been such a big part of my life. I never imagined it was a part me that I could share."

"You were afraid others would think it ... a peculiar avocation," I suggested.

"At the very least."

"You should give us a bit more benefit of the doubt," I replied. "I was pretty tolerant of other folks' kinks before last night ... even more so, now. I might've thought it odd, but I'd accept it."

"You're too sweet. I always thought my ... peculiar avocation was an impediment to a relationship. It's not something I'm willing to give up ... I mean, I'm on hiatus while my surgery heals but I have every intention of resuming them when I can."

"Keeping something like that from a partner would certainly put a crimp in things," I remarked.

"Indeed. Whenever I dated someone ... and it reached a certain seriousness ... a certain stage..."

"Do you mean like, the living-together stage?" She nodded. "Do you think we're at that stage? Not that I would disagree."

"I felt we were heading that way. Nick -- last night... I was prepared to break it off with you. I didn't want to... I was afraid I had to and it was breaking my heart..."

"You didn't show it."

"I've become really good at not showing my emotions," she replied. "In fact, baring my soul to you like this feels a little strange to me ... but at the same time tremendously liberating."

"You can share anything with me, Cindy. Anything. I'll share everything with you."

"Oh, Nick!" We embraced and I held her face against my shoulder as she sobbed, her shoulders quaking.

"There, there... It's okay, Babe."

She regained her composure and we kissed. "On the ride home," she said, "when you told me what was bothering you and I suggested the enema... I was so nervous. My heart was pounding. You can't imagine my surprise ... and relief ... when I realized you might have been getting into it."

"You can imagine my surprise that I was getting into it. I'm still astonished that enemas can be therapeutic, relaxing and arousing -- all at the same time."

"I was probably more nervous than you were, administering the first one. I wasn't sure how you'd accept it ... I was keeping my professional distance..."

"Hence the scrubs."

She nodded. "You seemed more relaxed for the second one. When you asked for a third... That's when I knew. And, then I knew I could open up to you about what they mean to me."

"And the sex..."

"OH! It was AMAZING! For the first time in my life I felt totally uninhibited. It was like doors had been flung open and fresh air was coming through." Her eyes brimmed again.

"Babe... More waterworks."

"Oh, God, Nick -- I love you. I love you so much!"

"I love you, too."

We kissed, tenderly at first and then with passion building. We covered each other's faces with kisses. I kissed her neck and upper chest, working down between her breasts. I ran my tongue in a spiral around her left breast, ending by teasing her nipple until it began to firm.

"I haven't gone to the bathroom yet," she said as I began nursing her left breast.

I looked up. "Neither have I. They say that sex on a full bladder enhances the sensations."

"That's well and good so long as neither of us has an accident. I might be into enemas, but I'm not into pee."

"You want to go?" I asked.

"I don't want to kill the passion," she replied "I'm game if you are."

I kissed her breast and again drew her flesh into my mouth. Cindy held my head and ran her fingers through my hair. "This feels so good," she said softly. I massaged her nipple against the roof of my mouth, feeling the hard steel knobs of her piercing against my tongue.

She eased me onto my back and lay atop me, lifting her shoulders on her elbows. Cindy ran her fingers across my chest. "I like playing with you, too," she said as she ran her hands across my breasts. "I like this little patch of blond hair."

"Sandy," I replied. "I'm not blond."

"I like this patch of sandy hair."

I put my hands on her sides, massaging her nipples with my thumbs. "I like these sensational breasts," I replied. "Tell me about your piercings."

"I got them during my wild child days," she replied. "I had others but took them out. I had one in my eyebrow and one in my nose ... and quite a few in my ears."

"I thought I saw the scars."

"When I went to school to become a nurse I figured they weren't professional."

"But you kept these," I said as I continued massaging her breasts with my thumbs.

"They don't show. I like how they feel..."

"Like now?"

"Mmm...." Cindy nodded. "I've had them so long I can't remember what it was like without them. They remind me of a time in my life that formed me. I did some questionable things in those days, Nick ... but I've grown up."

Cindy slipped one of her legs between mine and pressed her mons against my thigh. I ran my hand along the small of her back and caressed her buttocks, slipping my finger into her crevasse and sliding it down until I encountered the wrinkled skin of her anus. Languidly I stroked up and down and then in circles, exploring the pucker surrounding her orifice.

She rocked her mons against my thigh. "You like this, don't you?" I asked as I continued rimming her with my finger.

"I do ... and I like that I can share that with you."

I eased her off of me and onto her back. Then I began caressing her with both hands, starting under her arms, down her breasts to her flat but soft abdomen, teasing her little round navel, and then back up to her breasts. "I'm surprised you don't have a navel piercing," I remarked.

"I did but it got infected. I had to take it out and I never had another one."

I continued my full-body caressing, ending each stroke with a pinch on her nipples.

"Oh, this feels so good," she purred and lifted her arms, crossing the above her head. Her belly and thighs jerked when I fondled her nipples, telling me she was ready for some action down below.

Holding her around her shoulders I smoothed my hand along her thigh until I encountered her vulva. Slipping a finger into her slit I encountered a pool of her slick juices. "Mmm," I remarked, "plenty wet again."

"You're pushing all my buttons and in just the right order," she replied.

Coating my finger I slid it up and began stroking the length of her clitoral shaft.

"Off to the side ... that's it ... perfect." She kissed my lips and I gazed into her green eyes. "Slow at first," she said. "Hold me ... hold me tight ... mmm ... it's building..."

"You can touch me," I said. She ran her fingers across my breast. "I love watching your face as you get aroused."

"Feels really good." Her gaze grew distant and her eyelids drooped. Cindy's breathing slowed and deepened. Her lips parted and I could feel her breath on my skin. "Little more now," she said and I increased the cadence and the force of my stroking. "Don't stop," she panted. "I'm getting close and I want you to hold me."

"You want me to hold you as you come?" I asked.

She nodded and looked into my face. "I love you, Nick. I can really feel the love flowing." I could see her breasts and ribs heaving as her breathing grew heavier.

I kissed her, open-mouthed. Cindy held the back of my head, then broke loose, gasping. I kissed her again and held it. We were breathing together, sharing airways. By now I was stroking her clit as hard and as fast as my finger could deliver.

Cindy pulled back and let out a cry. She drew up her knees and her belly jerked. I continued stroking. "OH!" she gasped. "Oh, God! Stop!"

I lifted my hand from between her legs and regarded the flush that had formed on her face and neck. "Good one?"

"Really good one," she replied.

"Full bladder help?" I asked with a smile.

"It didn't hurt."

"Are you ready for me?"

"Mmm... How do you want me?"

"How do YOU want ME?" I replied.

"Your call this time."

"Then I want you on top." I lay on my back.

Cindy knelt by my hips. "I want to savor some Nick," she said and stroked me from my thighs to my chest, teasing my nipples and kissing my body. She wrapped her fingers around my stiff shaft. "Nice... It has a pulse." She squeezed. "Good and firm ... and juicy, too."

She lifted her knee to mount me. I grasped my organ at its base and pointed it upward, aiming my glans toward her entrance. She lowered herself onto me and I felt my shaft easing into her; but instead of lying atop me she knelt, her spine upright and her buttocks and thighs atop my hips.

Cindy lifted her face, eyes closed. "Mmm... You're in deep ... feels SO good." She put her hands on my chest. "This way I can touch."

"This way I get a great view," I replied. I smoothed my hand along her thigh. Then, turning my wrist I was able to press my thumb against her clit and began a circular massage of it.

She closed her eyes and lifted her face. "Feels good... How long can you do that?"

"It's a little awkward..." By repositioning my hand I could deliver a firm stroke.

"This feels so good ... you deep inside me ... your touch..." Cindy sat up straight, her hands on her knees. Her eyes were closed and her face upturned. She lifted her left hand and cupped it under her right breast, stroking her nipple with her thumb. "It feels like you're getting bigger and harder," she panted.

"With this view ... how could I not?"

Cindy began making soft whimpers in the back of her throat as her breathing deepened, and a flush formed on her cheeks. I could see a pulse point at the base of her neck throbbing.

"Nick -- I'm gonna come. More ... MORE!"

I stroked as vigorously as the angle of my thumb permitted. Cindy grasped the ends of her nipple piercing, tugged on it and rocked it. Her jaw clenched. She drew in a deep breath and held it.

She let out a groan and fell forward, supporting her shoulders on her outstretched arms. I eased my hand free and she began riding me up and down. "Uhn ... uhn ... uhn," she grunted from the exertion. I added complementary rocking of my hips. In no time my own climax approached. I held her on her hips, pushed mine hard against her and grunted as I ejaculated.

She lay flat against me, her legs folded under her, and covered my face with kisses. "You are one flexible girl to lie like that," I remarked. "Do you do yoga?"

"Once upon a time," she said between kisses. She sat up, lifted herself from my hips and reached for a box of facial tissues. "Here," she said, handing me some to clean myself off.

"Sex is a hot, sweaty, sticky proposition," I remarked.

"Done right it is," she replied and lay beside me to cuddle.

I caressed her shoulder. "Need to whiz?" I asked.

"Not enough to leave." She snuggled closer. "I could stay here all day."

"So could I."

"Unfortunately I have to go to work -- I'm second shift today."

"I could never work an irregular schedule like yours," I remarked.

"I'm going to savor this while I can," she replied. "I'm trying not to fall back asleep..." She pressed her hips against me. "Mmm... I'm having little twinges. Oh, Nick -- you were inside me so deep..."

"I thought it felt like I was up against something firm ... your cervix maybe?"

"Maybe... When you squirted your sperm into me ... I think some might've gone inside."

"I hope all of it went inside," I remarked.

"I mean ... into my uterus. I'm feeling something I haven't felt before -- a warm, tingly fullness deep in my pelvis."

"Is it uncomfortable?"

She kissed my cheek. "Mmm... Not at all. I'm sure if I weren't on the pill, we'd be making a baby right now."

"Do you want to make a baby?" I asked.

"The notion has some appeal," she said with a sly smile. "I know we're not ready. I know we may never be ready. Does this talk bother you, Nick?"

I shook my head. "To be honest -- I never thought much about kids. Now that you mention it -- the notion has some appeal to me, also."

Cindy reached across me, dug her fingers into the sheet and pulled herself tight against me. "I love you, Nick -- but I'm scared."

"Scared of what?"

"I've never felt this close to anyone, and it's frightening me. I'm afraid I'll do something or say something ... or, that you'll learn something about my past and you won't want to have anything to do with me."

"Not likely." I stroked her cheek, regarding the patches of freckles on either side of her nose. "I think you're over-analyzing."

"It's how my addled brain operates," she replied. "I can't help it."

"Just enjoy it while it lasts -- and I hope it lasts a long, long time."

"Mmm... So do I. Now I have to get up," she said. "Don't want to but have to."

"Bladder too full?"

"What's with you and bladders? No -- I need to get up and take a shower so I can get ready for work."

"This early?"

"My shift starts at three. I need to shower, dress, have lunch, pack a dinner and be out of here by two fifteen. It's after eleven already."

"It's that late? Time flies when you're having fun," I remarked. "How about we shower together?"

"It's not a big shower," she replied.

"I think we can squeeze in."

"A notion with some appeal..." She swung her feet to the floor and stood. I stood and we embraced. "Since you're my guest, go ahead and use the facilities," she said.

I did my business and headed into her living room. "Next," I said. Cindy stepped through the door and closed it. Shortly I heard the shower running.

Cindy cracked open the door and called to me. I stepped inside and joined her in her shower stall.

Squirting some bath gel into my palm I lathered her back. "This is a luxury," she said as I stooped to run suds up and down her sleek legs. I worked lather into her pubic patch and slipped my fingers between her labia. "Ever consider a piercing down here?" I asked.

"Eww... No."

Holding her tight against me I soaped her buttocks and ran my finger between them, past her anus and back up. Then, I reached between her thighs and began stroking her clit.

Cindy held me around my shoulders and pressed her cheek against mine. I kissed and nuzzled her shoulder and the base of her neck. She began making soft moans with her breathing.

"Mmm... More," she said. "I'm gonna come now ... oh, yeah ... MORE!"

I stroked her clit hard. Her legs shook and she dug her nails into my shoulders. "Oh, God! Stop!"

She grasped my face in her palms and covered it with kisses. "I envy you," I said. "It seems the more orgasms you have the easier it is to have another. I'm just the opposite."

"We'll see about that." Cindy took the bath gel and used it to build a head of lather on my legs and buttocks. Then, her hand full of slippery suds she began stroking my firm shaft. "I thought so," she said. "There's more life in it than you'd like to admit."

"Giving your partner an orgasm is about the most arousing thing you can do -- don't you think?"

"Like giving your partner an enema," she replied.

Her intentions were good but her touch was wrong. "Here, Babe," I said and coaxed her behind me. She put one arm around my chest. I guided her right hand to my organ and positioned it so her thumb was against my glans. Then I moved it up and down at the right cadence. "Like that," I said.

"You're quite particular," she replied.

"Let's say I've had a lot of practice..."

"I don't want to know..."

"And, I know what it likes..." Her stroking was having the desired effect. I guided her left hand to my breast and she began stroking my nipple.

"You're getting bigger and harder," she said.

"Yeah... Feels good, Cindy."

After a few more strokes I could feel my climax approaching. Tensing muscles in my loins I brought it closer, and then it happened. "Uhn," I grunted as I came.

"Good?" she asked.

"I'm surprised after this weekend I had any left. It feels like I'll need to wear it in a sling for a week."

"Poor baby." We embraced and kissed. "If you'll excuse me... I need to do my hair and I need all the elbow room for that job."

"That is quite a mane," I replied. "I love it but it must be impractical."

"You get used to it," she replied as she flipped her hair over and under the shower. "It's why I need to get ready at eleven for a three o'clock shift."

"Ever consider cutting it short? Like, say an Annie Lennox look? I like Annie Lennox."

"So do I but I wouldn't want to look like her."

While Cindy finished her shower I dressed in the clothes I had worn the night before. She emerged wearing a short, terry-cloth robe and pulling her fingers through her wet hair. "While you were in there," I said, "I took the liberty to call for delivery of a couple of sandwiches from the Sub Station -- Italian combo with the works, mayo and hot sauce."

"You're reading my mind."

"Should be here any minute."

"I'll take that minute to get dressed. My keys are on the counter."

Cindy approached me. She was wearing her maroon scrubs and her red hair was pulled back in a ponytail. "Sandwiches are here," I said.

"I thought I smelled the onions," she replied. I embraced her, kissed her lips and caressed her cheek. "What was that for?" she asked.

"Nothing. Now do something to deserve it." I stroked her cheek again. "I love your hair. I love seeing you wear it down so it frames your face. I also like it pulled back. It accentuates your high and broad forehead."

"So?"

"It makes you look smart ... intelligent. I think intelligent is very sexy."

She kissed me. "I don't think any other guy has ever said anything like that to me."

We sat across from each other at her kitchen table. "This really hit the spot," she said as she finished her sandwich. "I was kinda hungry."

"So was I."

"You hardly had anything to eat last night."

"Yeah... I didn't have much of an appetite, then..." I reached across the table and took her hand. "But, I do now."

"I wish I didn't have to work tonight," she said. "I can't get enough of you."

"Me, neither. What time are you off?"

"Ten thirty and it's a half-hour drive."

"I can come over at eleven," I suggested.

"I'll be too tired. I'll just want to collapse in bed."

"Collapse into my arms, instead. We can sleep together and have the morning. It's a Sunday after all."

"Hmm... A notion with some appeal. Will you promise no talk of bladders?"

"I promise ... scouts' honor."

Part IV

I parked in the visitors' lot outside Cindy's apartment building. Leaning on my cane I hobbled to the lobby and pressed her button.

"Yes?" came her voice through the speaker.

"I'm here for my treatment," I replied.

The door buzzed open. I rode the elevator to her floor, approached her door and rapped on it. The door swung open and I stepped inside. "Chilly today," I said as I removed my jacket and set it on her sofa. "I..." Turning around I glimpsed her and stopped in my tracks, my jaw slack.

Cindy was wearing a nurse's costume, but not your standard nurse costume. This was a novelty costume consisting of a cropped, white, midriff-baring blouse, tied in front; and a white miniskirt. Her skirt barely covered her buttocks and was slit on one side almost to the waistband. She also wore a small, white apron embroidered with a red cross, a white old-style nurse's cap with a matching red cross, white, semi-opaque stockings that extended to the upper thirds of her thighs, and white high-heels. "Where ... where did you get that outfit?" I asked.

"It's a Halloween costume," she remarked.

"You wore THAT on Halloween? A nurse would wear a costume like that? I'm a purchasing agent, but I would never go as a sexy purchasing agent to a party."

"I've had this since before I became a nurse," she replied.

"Is it from your wild child days?" I asked.

"I guess you could say that. It served its purpose."

"Which was?"

"To get laid. I had the hots for a guy who never paid any attention to me."

"I'll bet that got his attention. It's too bad nurses don't dress like that. I'd never want to be discharged."

"Actually, it's a good thing we don't."

"How about for special patients?" I asked.

"Hmmm... Well -- I'm dressed like this and you're here..."

"I guess so."

"Everything's set up," she said. "You know where to go."

Indeed I did. I hobbled to her bedroom and stripped to my briefs. The I.V. stand was set up and a towel lay upon her bedspread. Cindy stepped into the bedroom carrying a transparent enema bag equipped with a clear vinyl hose. "That's new," I remarked.

"Yeah -- the old red bag was beginning to show signs of wear."

"They wear out?"

"They deteriorate, especially if you sanitize them with bleach after every use like I do. So, I figured I'd splurge on this new one. It's made of silicone rubber and won't deteriorate like the old one -- and, it holds three quarts. I thought that might intrigue you."

"Intrigue me it does."

"It's transparent so you can see the level go down."

"I can see the soapsuds," I remarked.

"So you can..." She hung the bag on the hook.

"I wish our schedules meshed better," I said. "We never have time together."

"Well, I'm second in line for a first-shift assignment. If two first-shift nurses leave..."

"What's the turnover rate there?"

"Not high enough, I'm afraid. I'm thinking, maybe ... six to eight months." Cindy slipped an exam glove onto her right hand. "Tell me, how have you been this week?"

"After last Friday I felt great ... until about Tuesday or so and then I started feeling sluggish. Now it's Friday again and I'm back to square one ... square minus-one, actually. It's worse than last week."

"Did you see your doctor?" She picked up the tube of surgical lube and snapped it open.

"Yes. I have an appointment with the surgeon next week. I tell you -- I'm not looking forward to it."

"Look forward to having your knee back," she replied.

"I am, I'm just dreading the journey there."

"You know the drill -- left side and lose the briefs."

I slid them down and off my legs, then rolled onto my left side. I felt Cindy spread me and work the slick gel into my opening.

"Here comes the nozzle," she said. "I'm using an enema tip I swiped from the hospital."

"Why?"

"Why not? This is what we use when we need to administer a large-volume enema ... which, these days, mainly means a barium one. They're considered disposable so they're dirt cheap."

"Which means, they cost the hospital a buck but they charge the patient ten."

"About right... Now, relax." I felt her work the tip against my orifice and slide it into my rectum. "How does that feel? she asked.

"It feels like a cross between a straight enema pipe and a douche nozzle," I remarked.

"That's a fair assessment," Cindy replied. "Now, roll halfway onto your tummy."

"What's the reason for this posture?" I asked.

"We're trying to get you into Sim's position -- it positions the lower third of your colon downhill and it straightens out some of the bends." She snapped open the clamp. Again I felt the initial onrush of cool water; then, warmer water followed. I felt pressure building in the lower left quadrant of my belly. "Cramp," I called out.

Cindy responded by shutting off the flow. "Remember your breathing," she coached.

I took deep breaths, deliberately flexing my abdomen. The pressure subsided and I felt the soapsuds moving up the left side of my lower abdomen. "Better," I said. "...Another cramp..."

"Let's go real slow," she replied. I watched her close and open the clamp, admitting the enema into my colon in short bursts followed by long pauses.

She reached under me and massaged the lower left quadrant of my abdomen. "That helps," I said. I continued my deliberate, deep breathing.

"The colon is a finicky organ," she said. "Going slow reduces the cramping. On the other hand, the soapsuds will stimulate motility and we don't want to be battling that, also." She continued releasing the solution into me in short squirts. "Sometimes you simply have to stop, expel, and start over."

"It's like it has a mind of its own," I remarked.

"Oh, it does. Your entire digestive system is autonomous and works with very little input from your brain."

"Bubbles inside ... under my left ribcage."

"At your splenic flexure," she replied, glanced at the bag and shut off the flow. "Time to roll onto your back. This puts your transverse colon horizontal."

I complied. "I get it -- gravity is your friend."

Cindy released the clamp. "It should flow more easily, now."

"Yeah... I can feel it moving across here." I touched my stomach under my ribcage." I can tell when you switch to professional nurse mode, Cindy. You're really good at this."

She smiled. "Thanks. You're a good patient, Nick. I do believe that in order to be good at administering enemas you need to have received a few ... so you understand what the recipient is experiencing at each stage of the procedure."

"And, you've had more than a few."

"Quite a few more than a few," she said and put her hands on my belly to give me a gentle, all-over massage. "Yes -- I am starting to feel the fullness."

"So am I," I replied.

She glanced at the reservoir. "Roll onto your right side, now," she instructed and I obeyed.

"More gurgles inside."

"You're doing well, Nick. I know the first enema of a series can be the most challenging."

I was feeling bloat in my belly; and, the I could begin to feel the soapsuds. "Getting a belly-ache," I said, "from the soap."

"You are almost done... There. You took it all." Cindy closed the clamp and retrieved the nozzle from between my buttocks. "Well done, Nick."

I rolled onto my back. "Now, we wait for the cramping," I remarked.

Cindy began palpitating my belly. "You are full... Sometimes massage helps get things moving."

"Yeah... I'm beginning to feel it." Crampy pressure was building in my belly, starting high and becoming more distinct and more intense as it moved down toward my rectum. Tensing the muscles in my bottom I held back the first one. By then a second was forming -- more intense and harder to suppress.

I grimaced as it passed. "Do you need help holding it?" she asked. "Don't be shy if you do."

"Better safe than sorry."

"Roll onto your right side." I rolled over and felt her pressing a cloth between my buttocks and pinching them together.

A powerful peristaltic wave was forming and I strained to contain it. "Where's a butt plug when you really need one?" I grunted, and then let out a sigh of relief as the cramp dissipated.

"Okay -- go," she said.

I hobbled as fast as I could to her bathroom. Expelling this one was much like the first one from last week: powerful cramps and involuntary urges to bear down. I grunted and groaned and I could feel a week's worth of accumulation being purged from my colon. However, this time the sensations were so intense I truly felt like I was turning green.

Then, the cramping subsided and the discomfort in my belly dissipated. Like the week before, now I felt relief. I cleaned up and headed back to the bedroom.

"That was a workout," I said as I returned to her bedroom. "I'm sweating."

Cindy was awaiting me with the clear reservoir about two-thirds full. "Time for your clear-water rinse," she said. "Any nozzle preference?"

"I like the douche tip."

"Mmm... So do I."

I rolled onto my left side. Cindy lubed me and I felt her ease the bulbous end into my anus and slide it deep into my rectum. "How's that?"

I rolled onto my back, my left knee flexed and reached under to feel the hose and nozzle. It had slid out a bit so I pushed it back into me until the hilt was firmly lodged against my pucker.

"I really can feel that thing inside me," I remarked. "I'm surprised it can go in so deep."

"Some folks can get the tip all the way past the rectum and into their sigmoid colon," she said. "It all depends on your anatomy. The length of this nozzle is about the same as the average length of a human rectum."

"I like the sensation," I replied. "I imagine it's an approximation of what a woman feels when a man penetrates her."

"An approximation," Cindy agreed. She reached for the hose and snapped open the clamp.

I felt the onrush of water -- warmth flowing up my left side. "This time I think that nozzle is up into my sigmoid," I said.

"Why do you say that?"

"Normally I feel initial pressure right inside..."

"In your rectum?"

"Yeah, then I feel it relax and the water move up. This time was different -- the water seemed to go straight into my colon."

Cindy sat on the bed, crossed her legs and placed her hands on my belly. She stroked my left side from my pelvic bone upward.

I regarded her in her costume. Her blouse was low cut, showing plenty of décolletage. Cindy wasn't big enough on top to show much cleavage; nonetheless I was enjoying the view. I put my hand on her thigh and caressed her, my palm running along the nylon of her stocking, past the elastic lace, onto her bare skin and then back the other direction.

I could feel the enema flowing across my abdomen above my navel. The heat and volume of the enema , the sensation of the water flowing, and the long, hard nozzle in my rectum were powerfully arousing -- not to mention Cindy's touch and her sexy costume.

She caressed my abdomen. "Feeling definite fullness," she remarked and wrapped her fingers around my stiff shaft. "I suppose that wasn't a very professional thing to do," she said coyly.

"Depends... Were you in nurse mode or girlfriend mode?" She shrugged. "At any rate, I won't complain to your boss."

"Time to roll onto your right side," she said.

"Definitely nurse mode..." I rolled over and stopped about halfway. "Look..." I ran my hand along my abdomen. A lop-sided bulge was forming on my right side.

"Gravity is causing the enema to flow into your cecum," she said and smoothed her hand along my belly. "Here -- you can feel it." She guided my fingers so I could feel the structure.

"Starting to feel full," I remarked. "The thing I still can't believe is that there's so little discomfort."

"Other than the fullness," she added.

"But, that's not discomfort. It's just ... fullness."

She glanced over my shoulder at the reservoir. "Just a little more," she said. I heard the bag empty with a soft gurgle. "You're done." Cindy closed the clamp and eased the nozzle from my bottom.

As I rolled onto my back I felt more gurgles moving around inside my abdomen. I ran my fingertips up and down both sides of my stomach. "Very full," I said.

Cindy placed her palms on my abdomen. "You are, indeed." She caressed my abdomen from sternum to mons. "You have an enema bump."

"So I do." She gave me her hand and helped me stand. I modeled my distended abdomen for her and headed to the bathroom.

The sense of relief from expelling the second enema is difficult to describe. Like last week, this one came out in long gushes, each one relieving pressure and volume in my colon. I decided my colon liked it. When I was done, the fullness was replaced by a sense of relaxation.

I headed back into the bedroom. "I had my treatment," I said. "I feel relief after the first one and great after the second. I cannot believe how good I feel, compared to when I walked in here. Another satisfied customer."

"Interested in a playtime enema?" Cindy asked., holding up the bulging reservoir and its clear hose.

"I thought you'd never ask..."

"I thought you might like to try three quarts," she said, hanging the clear silicone rubber bag onto the I.V. stand. It was filled to the top.

"I tried two and a half last week," I replied. "I'm game."

"You don't need to be a hero, Nick. If it's too much -- well it's no shame to say so and not take it all."

I started to lie on her bed when I regarded a tray sitting on her nightstand. It held an oblong cardboard box and a very large hypodermic syringe. "What's that for?" I asked. "You're not thinking of injecting me with something, are you? I don't like needles, Cindy."

"No needles. I thought you might get a kick out of this." She picked up the box and removed a long, thick object. It had a rounded tip with a single outlet hole and a latex band around its middle. On the other end was a hose fitting, and another, thin tube.

"What is that?" I asked.

"It's a retention nozzle."

"Did that come from the hospital, too? That one doesn't look dirt cheap."

"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies..." she said with a sly smile. She demonstrated it by connecting the large syringe to the thin tube and pressing the plunger. The latex band inflated and expanded. "Once it's inside, we inflate the collar and it prevents leaking." She looked into my eyes. "We don't have to use this, Nick, if you don't want. I thought..."

"I told you I'm up for new sensations." She pulled back on the plunger to deflate the nozzle's collar. "Do I need to do anything different?"

"Nope... This may feel a bit different."

I lay on my left side. Cindy worked a double dose of lube into my orifice and slathered the nozzle with even more. I felt her fingers spreading me and the object's blunt business end pressing against my pucker. "Relax... Bear down a little."

I tensed the muscles in my belly and grunted. The thick nozzle began to penetrate my canal. Cindy rotated it and slid it in along the angle of my rectum until I felt its base against my buttocks. It wasn't quite as long as the douche tip, but its shaft was about twice the diameter. It felt three times that size in my butt. "It does feel big inside."

"I'm going to inflate it, now..." She pressed the plunger and I could feel the collar expanding.

"That is an odd sensation," I said. "Feels like I want to push it out."

"Good luck with that," she said with a smirk. "Lie like that for a few minutes to adjust to it," she said. She tugged on the end. "See -- it's in there to stay."

"Beginning to feel not so strange," I said. "Actually feels kinda good." I rolled onto my back, my legs straight and my phallus firmly erect.

"I'm going to start the water," she said and opened the clamp. Then she stopped it down a notch. "This is for a slow fill..."

"It's warm," I said.

Cindy knelt by my hips and ran her hands up and down my legs. "You have nice legs, Nick." She kissed my bum knee. "I do want to see you back to normal..."

She caressed my hips and abdomen. "Not too full, yet," she remarked. Then, she wrapped her fingers around my almost painfully stiff organ. "Giving you these enemas makes me so horny, Nick. Hornier than giving them to myself."

Cindy lifted skirt, swung her leg over my hips and eased herself onto my firm manhood. This confirmed what I had suspected -- she wasn't wearing anything under her costume. Rocking her hips she settled onto mine with my shaft firmly embedded in her and enveloped by her warm tissues. "You must be plenty wet for me to slide in so easy," I remarked.

"Oh, God -- I thought it would be running down my legs." I put my hand on her thigh and caressed it. "Touch me like you did last week."

I reached under her skirt and worked my thumb into her slit, pressing it against her clit. It was has hard as a marble and I began a circular massage of it.

She continued gently caressing my abdomen. "Starting to feel some fullness." She let out a little giggle. "I watch your belly raise and fall with your breathing. It seems each time it falls a little less... God, Nick -- seeing and feeling your tummy get big ... your touch ... so arousing... Makes me want one so bad."

She placed her left hand onto her chest and caressed her nipples through the fabric of her blouse. Then she tugged on the tie to loosen the knot and it fell open, dangling from her shoulders. Cindy began rocking the ends of her piercings and pinching her nipples.

By now I was feeling seriously full and was trying to avoid a premature ejaculation. Cindy's breathing became panting. "More!" she gasped. "I'm gonna come, Nick." She closed her eyes, lifted her face and moaned, her thighs trembling. "Oh, God! Stop."

I lifted my hand from under her skirt. Cindy sat atop me her eyes closed as a slight flush on her face faded and her breathing slowed and returned to normal. She pressed her palms against my abdomen. "That's one full tummy," she said. "There's about a pint left. Do you want to stop?"

I could see the distention in my abdomen and I placed my palms against my sides. "No. I think I can go the distance." I looked up at her, regarding her pretty breasts and her slender arms.

"Just relax and let your belly fill," she said as she tenderly caressed my abdomen. I switched from deep breathing to doggie panting -- I could visualize my colon inflated like a balloon.

Cindy moved her hands up from my belly and stroked my breasts, her fingers running across my nipples. "You just got bigger and harder..."

"It's what you do to me."

She curled her fingers and ran her nails across my nipples. Almost instantly a powerful orgasm exploded in my pelvis. I let out a groan and lay, limp as I pumped fluids into Cindy's depths as the enema filled mine.

She lifted herself off of me as I started to regain my breath. Cindy began to slip her blouse from her shoulders. "Leave it on," I said. "You look cute in it."

"Okay..." She re-tied it and looked up at the reservoir. "Enema's all in," she said and snapped off the clamp.

I ran my hands along my swollen abdomen, feeling for the internal structures making up my colon. It felt like I had a football inside.

Cindy caressed my belly. "That's what I look like after two and a half quarts," she said.

"Probably looks better on you than me," I replied.

"To each his own. I think it looks pretty damn sexy on you."

"The funny thing is -- this actually feels pretty good ... not that I'd like to hold it all day. But it does feel pretty good." Cindy leaned over and covered my abdomen with kisses. "I do think I'm ready to get up and go. Take this thing out of me?"

"It's best to do that while sitting on the toilet," she said, unhooking the reservoir from the I.V. stand. "Here -- you take this and I'll take the inflation syringe." She handed me the clear enema bag.

Gingerly I eased my feet to the floor as Cindy tended the large syringe and its thin tube connecting it to the apparatus in my rectum. Slowly we edged our way to the bathroom. I sat on the seat with the hose and thin tubes between my legs.

Cindy pulled back on the syringe to deflate the retention collar. I could feel the pressure in my rectum subside. Then, she reached between my legs and grasped the hose. "Bear down a little," she instructed.

I complied. She gave the hose a tug and the nozzle popped out, along with a torrent of water. "I'll leave you to your business," she said.

"You don't have to leave unless you want to," I said. "I don't mind."

She pulled a stepstool near the toilet and sat, running her hand along the top of my left foot. I sat, waiting for enough more water to move down to push it out. "Mmnn," I grunted as I bore down to expel another long gush. "I really can feel my colon deflate." I expelled more water. "Feels really good."

"Expelling an enema is half the fun," she replied. "Once you learn what an empty, relaxed colon feels like -- you'll be hooked."

"I am hooked already," I replied as I pushed out more. "I think I'm almost done. I'll wait and see if any more decides to come down -- but right now I have a mellow, empty, relaxed feeling."

"I'll go straighten up in the bedroom," she said.

She stood to leave. I grasped her hand and squeezed it. "I love you," I said.

"Oh, and I love you, too Nick." She gave me a little wave as she headed back to the bedroom.

I was about to get up when I felt a slight cramp in the middle of my belly. More water moved down making a gurgle in my gut. I bore down and expelled another long gush. Then, I knew for sure I was empty, and I had a warm glow in my abdomen.

I headed into Cindy's bedroom. She had cleared away the enema gear, removed the towel and turned down the covers. The lights were low and she had lit candles on the nightstands. "Smells nice. Gardenia?"

"Jasmine," she replied. "I love jasmine."

Sitting by one nightstand was a bottle in an ice bucket. I picked it up. "Champagne?" I asked.

"Something Spanish," she replied. "Can you do the cork? I don't like the pop."

"Sure..." I removed the foil and wire basket and eased the cork out with a soft hiss. Cindy handed me a pair of wine flutes and I filled them. We clinked rims and sipped. "Mmm ... nice," I remarked.

"I'm feeling it already," she said. "It always goes straight to my knees."

I sat on her bed. "Take a load off those knees." Cindy sat on my lap and we kissed.

I ran my hand along her thighs. Those stockings do look sexy on you," I remarked.

"You like?"

"I do like your legs."

"I'm happy with them," she replied. "They're short but they look okay."

I stroked her breast through the fabric of her top. It fit her tightly enough I could see bumps from the balls on the ends of her nipple piercings. I traced her nipples and areolas with my fingertip.

Cindy emptied her glass. I refilled it and topped mine up. "Slow down," I said. "You're gonna get tipsy."

"I hope so. I love sex when I'm a little drunk." She drained her glass halfway.

We kissed again. I traced my finger along the neckline of her blouse and then slid it under the fabric and across her nipple. She held me tight and I nuzzled the base of her neck.

Cindy drained her glass. "Any more left?" she asked.

"A dribble..." I emptied the bottle into her glass and she knocked it back. "I think I want to lie down, now," she said.

I helped her from my lap and she stretched out on the bed. "Better remove these," I said and slipped her white heels from her feet.

"Mmm ... wine feels really good... I have a warm, melty feeling. Am I flushed?"

"No, not really," I remarked.

"If I drink too much I get flushed," she said. "My parents always knew when I'd been drinking because I'd come home with red cheeks."

I lay beside her and we traded passionate kisses and played tongue games. I kissed her neck and chest, and then tugged on the ties to open her blouse. Caressing both her breasts I stroked them from front to back, tugging on her piercings.

I glimpsed a pump bottle on her nightstand and reached for it. It was some jasmine-scented hand lotion. I squirted some into my palm and smeared it onto her nipples. I began a deep massage of her breasts, her skin now slick from the lotion.

She drew in a breath. "Oh, God! That feels so good, Nick ... the sensations are deep..." She lifted her arms, crossing her wrists above her head and arched her back. "Oh, more ... more..." She began rocking her hips.

I smoothed my palms along her ribs and sides, caressing her abdomen with my thumbs. Reaching under the small of her back I found the tie to her little apron, release the knot and lifted it from her. Then, I stroked her legs. "Ready to lose these?" I asked, tugging on the lace of her stocking.

"Okay," she replied. I slid it off her leg and then the other. Lying between her thighs I lifted the hem of her skirt to expose her full, red bush. With my left hand I spread her labia. Then, I drove two fingers from my right into her vagina and began massaging her hard pebble of a clit with my left thumb.

"Mmm ... mmm ... mmm," she purred. I looked toward her face -- her eyes were closed and her head rolled to one side. Her lips parted and she began to pant, her breasts and ribs moving with each breath. "It's building fast," she gasped.

"The wine have anything to do with that?" I asked.

"Might... Almost there ... don't change it... Oh, GOD!"

Cindy drew in a deep breath and held it. Her face turned red and the flush spread to her neck and upper chest. She let out a groan, her thighs shaking and her belly jerking. "Stop!" she gasped. "Stop stop stop!"

I lifted my hands from her as she lay on her back, gasping to regain her breath. "Your face is red, now," I said.

"It's not from the wine."

I grasped the hem of her skirt. She raised her hips and I slid it from her. "How do you want me?" I asked.

"Your call."

"You on top ... lying this time."

I lay on my back. Cindy lay atop me. Grasping my erect shaft I guided it into her and she rocked her hips to drive it in fully. We embraced and kissed. "God, I love how this feels," I said.

"Mmm... So do I."

We began complimentary thrusting of our hips. Cindy began grunting from the effort and I could feel the small of her back become moist. She raised up on her elbows and ran her fingers across my breasts. A few more strokes and I came, pressing my hips against hers and grunting from the spasms.

We both fell limp, Cindy still atop me. I held her and caressed her as my erection began to fade. "You okay?" I asked.

"Think I drank little too much," she replied. "Room spinning..."

"You going to be sick?"

"Don't think so ... juss kinda dizzy..."

Part V

Cindy sat across from me at a table at The Reef. She was wearing her little, black dress and was wearing her wavy, red hair in a black headband.

She reached across the table and grasped my hand. "I don't know what to order," she said, reviewing the menu.

"Sky's the limit, Babe. If you feel like lobster -- order the lobster. Hell, if you want two of 'em, order two."

She smiled and made a little snort. "Right... I'm looking at the game items on the menu. I'm not much of a gourmet, Nick. What's guinea fowl?"

"My grandfather had them on the farm. They're a bird, about the size of a turkey. He had them because they'd make a noise if a raccoon or coyote got into the barnyard."

"Oh... Eww -- rabbit, duck, lamb..."

"What's the matter with those?"

"I couldn't eat bunny."

"I see. You can't eat a rabbit but you can a chicken."

"Rabbits are cute."

"You can't eat cute food?"

"No... What's a capon?"

"A capon," I replied, "is a rooster that's been ... how to say it ... cut off from temptation."

Cindy's lips formed a knowing O. "Maybe I'll try that."

"I think I'll have the venison sauerbraten."

"I'm glad YOU can eat a deer."

"I'm sure it's a farm-raised deer."

"But, they're cute."

A middle-aged man approached our table. "Oh, hello Mr Kane," he said. "We haven't seen you here in a while."

"Lorenzo -- it has been a while." I beckoned him close. "I put a call in earlier..."

"I will check on it." Lorenzo spoke to another waiter and gave me the thumbs up.

"What's going on?" Cindy asked. "Do you have something planned?"

"I do..." I reached and squeezed her hand. "Do you remember the last time we were here?"

"Yeah... You didn't have much of an appetite."

"That was in April. Now it's October. The leaves have turned... A lot's happened, hasn't it?"

"I'll say... You got your knee fixed."

"I don't think I could've survived without your support, Cindy. Those were tough times for me. I don't know which was worse -- the physical therapy or quitting the oxycodone, cold turkey. Now I understand how folks get hooked on that stuff. It's a matter of sheer willpower to resist simply popping a pill and making the withdrawal symptoms go away."

"But, you made it. I'm proud of you, Nick."

I gazed into her green eyes. "What is it, Nick?"

"Do you know what really helped me get through it?"

"What?"

"Knowing your face would be the first thing I'd see every morning..."

Lorenzo approached with an ice bucket, the neck of a bottle protruding. He lifted the bottle and showed me the label. "Veuve Cliquot, as you ordered."

I looked up at Lorenzo. "Let's keep it on ice until the entrees arrive."

"Very good, Mr Kane." Are you ready to order?

"I think so. The lady will have the capon and I'll have the venison sauerbraten."

"Excellent choices." Lorenzo slipped his order book into his apron and headed toward the kitchen.

Cindy sat in the passenger seat as we headed back to my condo. "I'm having trouble believing tonight," she said.

"How so?"

"Dinner at The Reef -- with Champagne."

"It's a special weekend," I said. "It's the first in weeks in which your days off align with mine. I could never work your schedule. I can barely figure it out."

"It's really quite simple," she replied. "We alternate five day and four day weeks. Our days off rotate through the week. It's fair for everyone."

"It doesn't seem that simple. Last week you were off Sunday and Wednesday."

"Well... We also trade shifts. That's how I could take off the day of your surgery."

"You need a nine-to-five job ... like mine."

"Any day now a first shift position will open up and I'll be first in line for it."

"It can't happen soon enough." I turned onto a county highway leading into town. "Do you know what else makes this weekend special?"

"What?"

"Yesterday you worked first shift due to that training assignment. It's almost like we have a three-day weekend."

"We used last night to our advantage ... didn't we?"

"I always like getting the treatment from Nurse Cindy. Especially when she wears that sexy little outfit. You know -- even though I'm off the oxy... I still love how good I feel after the enemas you administer."

"I'm happy to hear that," she said.

"But, there's even something more that makes tonight so special."

"What's that?

"It was six months ago tonight that you gave me my first enema."

"Really? I hadn't been keeping track."

"I have. Do you know why?"

She shook her head. "Uhn-uhn. Why?"

"You said it would take six months for your colon to heal enough from your surgery for an enema. It's been six months. I think it's time."

She regarded me, slack-jawed. "I think you're right. It'll take forever to heal completely ...but it hasn't bothered me in weeks."

"It's time," I replied, "and I want to do the honors. Are you willing?"

Cindy bit her lip and her eyes widened. She nodded. "I am. Ready, willing and eager." She gripped my hand and caressed my forearm.

"Are you nervous?" I asked.

"I am... Not really nervous but giddy with anticipation. You?"

"I am a little nervous. I'm afraid I'll screw up."

"You know the drill as well as I do by now," she replied.

"This is the first time I have ever administered an enema to another human being."

"It's been a while since anyone has administered one to me," she replied.

"When was the last time?"

"In nursing school -- we had to give each other enemas as part of the training."

"Oooh... I hope it was a straight-A student who gave you yours."

"Book learning is no substitute for natural bedside manner," she said. "It wasn't the best experience I ever had."

"What went wrong?" I asked.

"Everything. My partner had never given nor received an enema in her life. She had trouble inserting the nozzle, had the water temperature too cool and the flow too fast. I had the worst cramps ever. My colon still shudders when I recall the incident."

"I shall endeavor to do better, then."

She lifted my hand and pressed the back of it to her lips. "I'm sure you will."

"I have an excellent tutor."

We reached my condo. I parked in my designated space and opened the front door. "Shall we make ready?" I asked.

We headed to the master bedroom. The sleigh bed from Cindy's apartment graced the chamber we now called ours. From the closet I retrieved Cindy's portable I.V. stand and a plastic case containing the clear, silicone rubber reservoir.

"I'm sorry I don't have a sexy male nurse outfit for tonight," I said as I carried a plastic tackle box into the bedroom. "I wouldn't know what that costume would look like."

She giggled. "Neither do I. I think you're sexy in your running shorts. You have nice legs, Nick."

I stripped off my shirt and changed into the shorts. "How's this?"

"Mmm..." Cindy approached me wearing her short, terrycloth robe and we embraced. We kissed and she ran her hands along my back.

I opened the box. It contained a myriad of enema nozzles -- hospital grade barium tips, plastic douche nozzles, the retention one as well as some I had purchased off the web. One was polished aluminum, its profile looking like an elongated ace-of-spades with a girth thicker than my thumb and a narrow waist.

"You've become quite a collector," Cindy remarked as she spread a towel on the bedspread and adjusted the height of the I.V. stand.

"What's your pleasure?" I asked, presenting her with the nozzle collection."

"Your choice," she replied. "You're the one in charge."

I picked a barium tip and affixed it to the clear hose. Then I carried the reservoir into the adjoining master bathroom. From a cabinet I took a bottle of liquid castile soap.

"How warm should I make it?" I asked as I opened the tap.

"Use your wrist," she replied. "If it feels too hot, it's too hot."

As the water ran to warm up I retrieved a plastic measuring pitcher from under the sink. "How much soap?" I asked.

"A teaspoon per quart is what I use," Cindy replied. She handed me a small measuring cup of the sort that accompanied a bottle of cough syrup.

"We'd better start you off easy -- three pints. We can work up to a larger ones." I measured one and a half teaspoons of soap into the little measure and adjusted the water temperature. After filling the pitcher to the quart-and-a-half mark I dumped in the soap and stirred the mixture. This went into the reservoir. Holding up the bag I aimed the nozzle into the pitcher and opened the clamp to flush air from the hose. The outflow went back into the bag.

"I think we're ready," I said and carried the apparatus into the bedroom.

Cindy slipped off robe and lay, nude on the towel. I hung the bag on the I.V. stand and slipped an exam glove onto my right hand.

My heart was pounding with anticipation of what I was about to do. I opened the tube of surgical lube and squeezed a blob onto my finger. Cindy had rolled onto her left side and drawn up her knees. With my left hand I spread her buttocks and regarded her pinkish-tan anus surrounded by a triangle of more deeply pigmented skin. As she was a natural redhead short, red hairs -- the savanna to her pubic jungle -- surrounded the area. Her little pucker was perfection -- crinkly, pigmented skin radiating from her small, circular orifice.

I smeared lube onto her and then worked my finger inside. Even through the glove I could feel the soft tissues of her rectum enveloping my digit.

Then, I squirted more lube onto the nozzle and with my finger evenly coated it. "I'm going to put it in," I said.

"Remember, insert it along a line from anus to navel," she coached. "Once it's in you can turn it upward."

"Got it..." I spread her again and touched the tip to her orifice. Rotating my wrist I eased it into her anal canal. When I sensed the tip was past her sphincter I turned it to align with the base of her spine and slowly pushed it in, up to the hilt. "Okay?" I asked.

"Feels normal," she replied and rolled halfway onto her abdomen. "Done like a pro." Cindy assumed a classic Sims position -- her left leg straight with a slight bend at the knee, her right thigh perpendicular to her body and the instep of her right foot tucked behind her left knee. Her left arm was straight behind her back.

Looking at her lie, nude, in that position with the hose plugged into her bottom was about the sexiest thing I had seen. The proceedings so far had given me a powerful hard-on -- and a wet one. I could feel my juices bubbling out of me.

"I'm going to start the flow, now," I said and opened the clamp.

"I feel it," she said. "Mmmph -- cramp." I closed the clamp. "Okay -- it's passing."

"I'll give it to you in short bursts," I said and feathered the clamp to moderate the flow.

"Feels good," she said. "It's working its way up there... First enema of a series is always the most difficult for me..."

"Then, we have one thing in common."

"One thing of many in common..." Cindy worked her right hand under her belly to massage the lower left quadrant of her abdomen.

I watched the level in the reservoir drop. "I think you're down about a third."

"Okay..." She rolled onto her back and lay with her knees bent. "Let it flow normally, now."

I opened the clamp and regarded her supine body, her compact breasts, flat tummy and natural, full bush. Lying like she was her labia were parted enough so I could regard her short clitoral shaft and her small inner lips. Below that I could see her anus constricted around the shaft of the enema nozzle.

I could see an expression of concentration on her face. Cindy ran her fingers along her abdomen as it filled. She glanced up at the reservoir and then rolled onto her right side, massaging her abdomen with her left hand.

I watched as the last of the soapy solution drained into her. "You're done," I said and closed the clamp. "I'll take this..." Grasping the hose I slid the tip from her rectum.

Cindy continued lying on her right side. "How are you feeling, Babe?" I asked.

"All right ... starting to feel the soap." She looked up at me. "You did well, Nick. I couldn't have done better."

I sat on the bed and ran my hand along her thigh. I understood exactly what she had meant when she said that giving enemas to me made her horny -- and, made her want one. I could almost feel the fullness and pressure in my belly that I was sure she was feeling in hers. My arousal was building to a point where I wasn't sure I could contain myself. And, indeed, I wished I could be experiencing what she was, even though my turn had been the prior evening.

I could see her tense her face and imagined the peristaltic cramps that were forming in her belly.

Her face relaxed and tensed again. This time she grimaced and let out a slight groan. "I usually try to hold them for five minutes," she said and grimaced again.

"Sorry -- I wasn't timing it."

She bit her lip and shut her eyes. A vein in her neck protruded and I could hear a gurgle coming from her belly. "I think I'm ready to go," she said and swung her feet the floor.

Cindy sprinted into the master bath, closing the door behind her. I sat on the bed to wait for her. Ten minutes passed, then fifteen. Finally I heard a flush and she stepped back into the bedroom.

"How'd you make out in there?" I asked.

"It was a good purge," she replied and lay on her back on the bed. "I want to rest a few minutes ... and give it a chance to air out in there. I turned on the fan."

"That bad?"

"That bad..." Cindy made a gesture with her lips that I recognized as a request for a kiss. I leaned over her. She hooked her arm around my neck and drew my face to hers.

"Must feel good, being back in the saddle again," I remarked.

"Oh, it does." She pressed her palms against her abdomen. "Starting to settle down inside."

I regarded the scar from her incision. It was fully closed by now -- a thin, pink line about three inches long. "Did this give you any trouble at all?" I asked as I stroked it.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "Nothing I could detect."

"Ready for a clear water rinse?" I asked.

"Mmm..."

"Two quarts this time?"

"Let's go for it."

I carried the clear bag into the bathroom, ran water and rinsed the suds from it. I flushed clear water through the hose. Then, water up to a comfortable warmth I measured two quarts and filled the bag.

Hanging it on a towel bar I replaced the barium tip with a white, plastic douche nozzle. Then I flushed air from the hose, carried it into the bedroom and hung it on the hook.

Cindy lay on her right side this time. Again I donned an exam glove and worked surgical lube into her cute pucker. "Here's the nozzle," I said and watched the bulbous tip with its outlet holes disappear into her rectum. Turning it upward I gently eased it in all the way.

"That's in deeper than I usually go," she remarked.

"Is it too deep? It's how I like them."

"No, no... It feels fine. I kinda like how the fitting feels between my cheeks."

"Yeah, I like that feeling, too."

Cindy rolled halfway onto her stomach, this time with her right leg straight and her left bent. "What's that position?" I asked.

"It's a reverse-Sims," she replied. "This one puts most of the colon downhill so the enema flows in deep."

"I get it -- it's sort of like filling it from the top down rather than bottom up."

"Sort of."

"Hmm... I think I'll want to try that sometime." I regarded the hose leading to between her buttocks. "Looks like the nozzle is slipping out.." With my left hand I pressed the fitting firmly against her bottom and held it in place, embedded deeply in her rectum. "Ready for the flow?" I asked.

"Yeah ... ready." I snapped open the clamp.

Cindy stifled a little laugh. "What?" I asked.

"You know how the water in the hose loses its heat and you feel a burst of coolness when you start the flow?"

"I sure do."

"I could feel the coolness move up my left side and across under my ribs."

"Then, I definitely want to try that position sometime," I replied.

"Mmm ... flowing fast. I had almost forgotten how good this feels."

"I doubt it."

"I said, almost..." Cindy began deep breathing. I watched her ribs and belly move as she used her diaphragm and abdominal muscles to flex her colon internally.

Again I regarded her nude figure, her shapely legs and her round bottom with the hose leading to the nozzle embedded deep in her rectum. Glancing at the reservoir I could see the level was dropping rapidly. It would empty itself into her in no time.

Cindy rolled onto her right side and ran her hand along her now visibly distended abdomen. "Almost done," I said. "Doing okay?"

"Doing fine..."

The bag emptied with a gurgle. I closed the clamp and eased the douche tip from her. Cindy rolled onto her back and smoothed her hands along her abdomen. I sat on the bed and pressed my palms to her belly. "Wow -- one full tummy. I really can see the distention. Looks bigger on your right side than your left."

"It usually does that -- must be how my anatomy is inside."

I gave her a hand so she could stand. She stood by the full-length mirror to examine her swollen belly. Then, she headed into the bathroom.

While she was in there I made ready. I slipped out of my shorts and briefs and into a satin, mid-thigh length robe that Cindy had sewn for me. In the kitchen I filled the clear reservoir with two and a half quarts of quite warm water and flushed air from the hose.

Back in the bedroom I selected the polished aluminum nozzle and affixed it to the hose. Then, I lowered the lighting and lit candles on the nightstands.

Cindy emerged from the bathroom smoothing her palms along her belly. "Oh, God -- I feel soo good," she said. "I haven't felt this good since..."

"Since before your surgery?" I suggested.

"Exactly. Look how flat my tummy is."

"It's always flat," I replied.

"Not this flat... At least, it hasn't been since..."

"Before your surgery?"

"Exactly."

"Ready for another?" I asked. "Two and a half quarts this time?

Part VI

Cindy regarded the bedroom. "Looks romantic," she remarked.

"What's more romantic than two and a half quarts of hot water?" I asked.

"I can't think of anything. Can you?" I held up the aluminum nozzle. "You want me to use THAT?"

"I do. I think you'll like it. I've tried it -- the thing heats up with the warmth of the enema water. The aluminum conducts the heat and the size of it... It feels really good, trust me -- and it's kinda like the retention nozzle."

"Looks like a cross between a nozzle and a butt plug," she replied.

"I suppose it is. You game?"

"I suppose I am..." Cindy lay on the bed on her left side and drew up her knees.

I worked a double dose of lube into her anal canal and smeared more on the nozzle. "Okay, relax," I said and touched the tip to her orifice. Twisting my wrist I eased it into her, slowly, and watched her anus dilate as I eased the widest part into her. Turning it toward her spine I pushed the thickest part past her sphincter. Then, the thing slid into her by itself and her rectum swallowed it whole, with her sphincter closed tight around its narrow waist. "How does that feel?" I asked.

"Big... But, okay." She rolled onto her back.

"Ready?"

"Ready." I snapped open the clamp and stopped it down a notch. After about two seconds Cindy's jaw dropped and her eyes popped. "Wow -- it does heat up," she remarked.

"Too hot?"

"Just right... You're right, Nick. It does feel good. The warmth, the flow... It feels like heat radiating from my bottom into my tummy. Very arousing..."

I sat next to her and put my hands on her belly. Smoothing them along her abdomen I caressed her, moving my hands up past her ribcage to under her arms, caressing her breasts with my thumbs. With long strokes I caressed her entire torso, ending each up-stroke with fondling and pinching her nipples. Then I reversed course and stroked downward to her hips, caressing her mons and lower abdomen with my thumbs.

I could feel the fullness developing in her belly. In the expression on her face I also could see arousal building -- her eyelids drooped, her head rolled to one side and her lips parted. I turned my attention to her breasts, fondling them, pinching her nipples and tugging on her piercings.

Then, I began kissing and caressing her smooth legs. I ran my hand along the inside of her thigh and let my fingers probe between her labia. She was very wet down there. I slipped a finger into her vagina to coat it with her hot juices and then began stroking her clitoral shaft. With my other hand I gently caressed her belly. By now it was distended visibly and at least a pint of water remained in the reservoir.

Cindy's jaw dropped and she began breathing heavily through her wide-open mouth. She closed her eyes, placed her left hand on her right breast and began stroking her nipple with her thumb. "Move the nozzle," she panted. "Move it around inside me."

While stroking her clit with my right hand I lifted my left from her belly and grabbed the nozzle where the hose attached. With a combination of in-out and circular motions I stimulated her anus. "Like this?" I asked.

"Just like that..." I continued to work the nozzle in her anus while rubbing her clit. "Oh!" she gasped. "I'm gonna come now..."

Cindy clenched her jaw, closed her eyes and lifted her face. She let out a series of panting, gasping moans as her thighs shook and her belly jerked. Then, she reached down and lifted my hand from between her legs.

Her lips turned up in a broad smile. "That felt really good."

"Enema's done," I said and closed the clamp. "Can you hold it for a little while?"

She ran both hands along her bulging abdomen. "For a little while I guess..."

"Good." I slipped out of the robe -- I was experiencing about the strongest erection I could remember. Then, I grasped her legs and turned her so she was lying across the bed, her buttocks on the edge of the mattress.

Spreading my legs and bending my knees I adjusted my height so my manhood was aligned with her pussy. Holding my shaft at its base I pushed it into her. In this position I got good penetration without putting any pressure on her belly.

Cindy lifted her face, her jaw slack. "Nick," she gasped, "you feel so much bigger."

"You feel so much tighter," I replied. "It must be the pressure from the enema distending your rectum."

"And, that big nozzle. God -- feels so good," she panted.

I pressed my thumb against her clit. "Can you come again?" I asked as I began stroking her.

"Maybe... Little more..." Cindy pressed her palms against her abdomen and ran her fingers up and down from her ribs to her pelvis.

"Yeah -- you can come again." I vigorously rubbed her clit with my thumb. "That's it, Babe ... come. Come to Nick... Come!"

Cindy grasped her breast and tugged on her nipple. "Oh, God!" she gasped. "I'm coming! More, Nick. MORE!"

I stroked her clit furiously. Her thighs trembled and she grasped the towel on the bed. Cindy clenched her jaw and closed her eyes. A deep flush spread across her face and a vein her forehead began to protrude.

Then, she drew in a deep breath, held it and let it out as a strangulated shriek. "Oh, GOD!" STOP!" she gasped.

I put my hands on her hips and began taking my pleasure. The evening's events had me so aroused it took less than a half-dozen strokes before I climaxed. I lifted my face and panted as I ejaculated.

Cindy was regaining her breath as I eased from her. "That was the strongest one ever," she said. "Everything -- the heat, the nozzle, the pressure ... your touch... I have never come harder than just now."

"It looked like you had a good one," I replied.

"Good for you?"

"Great for me."

"Now... I have to go."

"I think, like the retention nozzle, this one is best removed on the toilet." I disconnected the hose from the reservoir and helped Cindy stand. We worked our way to the bathroom.

She paused to examine her swollen belly in the mirror. "Don't I look three months pregnant?" she asked.

"I've never seen you three months pregnant."

"Neither have I -- but this is what I imagine I'd look like."

"One way or another -- you look really sexy, Babe."

I followed her into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and spread her thighs. I reached between them to grasp the hose at the base of the nozzle. "Okay -- push down." I watched Cindy close her eyes and tense the muscles in her abdomen. With a tug the nozzle popped out of her, clanging against the bowl. Lifting her face in an expression of relief she expelled a long gush of water.

"Please stay," she said. I sat cross-legged on the floor and caressed her legs and the tops of her feet. "Feels so good to push this out," she said as another long gush hit the porcelain. "Nick -- I never thought I'd ever have something like this. I was so afraid the surgery would put me out of commission forever. For us to share something like this... Words can't describe."

"I feel the same way." I leaned toward her to kiss her knee and she placed her hand on my head and ran her fingers through my hair. "I love you, Babe," I said.

"I know you do. I know. I love you, too."

Cindy continued expelling long gushes, some accompanied by moans of contentment. "Feels good, doesn't it?" I asked.

"Feels really good. I think I'm almost done."

"I'll go turn down the bedcovers." I stepped into the bedroom, removed the towel and folded it. I reattached the hose onto the clear reservoir and hooked it onto the I.V. stand. This I pushed to the side.

I neatly turned down the corners of the bedspread and sheet. Cindy emerged from the bathroom, smoothing her palms along her flat belly. "God, I feel so good. I love that mellow, relaxed, empty feeling from a cleaned-out colon. I haven't felt this good..."

"Since your surgery. If you had told me how good you feel after big enemas -- I wouldn't have believed you," I replied. "If you told me a big enema felt good in your belly -- I'd have thought you were crazy. I had to experience it to appreciate it."

"Understood. Enemas are very much an under-appreciated procedure."

I approached her and we embraced, pressing our nude bodies together and caressing each other's backs and buttocks. Then, I slipped one arm behind her knees and the other around her shoulders and scooped her off her feed. "Whoa," she exclaimed. "Wasn't expecting that."

I carried her to the bed and eased her between the sheets. Then I climbed in beside her, plumped the pillow and sat with my back against the headboard. Spreading my legs I patted the mattress.

Cindy scooted over and sat between my thighs, her back against my chest. "Aren't you going to blow out the candles?" she asked.

"Not yet. I want to look at you in this light." I slipped my hand between the mattress and headboard to confirm the object I had hidden there was still within my grasp. Slipping my arm around her waist I began kissing and nuzzling her shoulder and the base of her neck.

"That feels nice," she said softly. "I like your arm around me. Nick -- I don't need any more. Tonight was amazing -- more than fully satisfying. I will if you want it ... but I'm good."

"I'm appreciating your body," I replied. "I don't get to very often. I love the freckles on your shoulders and arms."

"Oh, God -- I hate my freckles. I wish I were blond -- like you -- not a redhead."

"I'm not blond. I have sandy hair. I think you have the prettiest eyes. I like it that you don't wear makeup -- you have a clean, natural look."

"I do wear makeup ... but not so anyone would notice."

"You don't wear much jewelry, either. Just that chain now and then."

"Jewelry isn't practical," she replied.

I ran my hand along her arm. "You have sexy arms, Cindy. I love the shapes of your deltoids."

"I guess they're okay..."

"I like your hands..."

"I hate them," she replied. "They're too big. Look..." She guided my left hand onto the mattress and laid hers atop it. "My hand is almost as big as yours. I have a man's hands. And, my fingers are thick and awkward. One of the nurses has nice, delicate hands with long, slender fingers. I'm so envious."

I picked up her hand, kissed the back of it and examined it. "Hmm... Well, I like it. I think it could use just one bit of improvement."

"It could use a lot of improvement," she replied.

"Let's see if this helps." I reached down and retrieved a small, velvet box, flipped it open and withdrew a ring. It was of white metal and with a solitary diamond. I slipped it past her first knuckle. "Of course, if you wear this, it comes with some strings attached." She turned and looked into my eyes, hers wide. "You willing?"

Her jaw dropped and her lips attempted to form words. "Oh, God, yes! I'd be crazy not to." I slid the ring past her second knuckle to the base of her finger. "It fits! How did you know the size?"

"I have ways of discerning these things."

"Is it white gold?," she asked.

"I know what jewelry you have is silver. I thought you'd like this."

"I think yellow gold is old-fashioned ... and I can afford silver."

"Well -- this isn't white gold."

"No? It doesn't look like silver."

"It's platinum. Cindy -- will you marry me?"

"In a heartbeat, Nick. In a heartbeat."

She nestled against my chest and I nuzzled her hair to inhale her scent. Cindy held out her hand and admired the ring. "It's perfect, Nick. It's so beautifully simple."

"Yeah. They showed me rings with engraving and a Florentine look. It just needs to be a simple band that holds one perfect diamond."

"I love it and I love you. I especially love it because you picked it out and it's exactly my taste."

"We are in tune with each other."

"Yes, I think we are," she replied. I cupped my hand under her left breast. "Trying to start something?" she asked.

"No. I was examining your piercings. I haven't looked at them, close up. It's not your nipple that's pierced -- it's your areola."

"There's more skin to hold it in place." I touched the ball of her barbell piercing. "One end unscrews?"

"Yeah."

"Just thinking about it makes me cringe. It must've hurt."

"Let's just say... I wasn't feeling any pain that day."

"Understood," I said with a smile.

It did take a long time to heal, though."

"Do you ever take them out?"

She shook her head. "They're part of me." I held the ends of the piercing in her right breast. Cindy made a soft noise in the back of her throat. "Feels nice," she said softly.

"I've heard piercing makes them more sensitive..."

"Uh-huh," she replied with a nod and drew in a breath.

"You said you had other piercings but took them out. Did you ever consider having anything done down below?"

She shook her head. "That was too cringe-inducing even for me. These took long enough to heal." I continued my gentle manipulation of her surgical steel implants. "I like what you're doing. The sensation is both subtle and intense at the same time." Cindy drew in another breath. "Both sides?" I grasped the ends of both piercings and rocked them. "Mmm... Like that."

Cindy lifted her face, her eyelids drooping and drew in another breath. "I thought you said you didn't want anything," I remarked.

"I guess I just can't get enough of you."

"I will accept that explanation," I replied and nuzzled the base of her neck. Then I began pinching her areolas so I could feel the shafts of her barbells under her skin.

Cindy grasped my thighs and panted. "Oh, that feels so good. Mmm..."

I watched her ribs heave under her flesh as her breathing turned heavy. Then I eased myself from behind her and positioned the pillow under her head and shoulders. I caressed her shapely legs, running my palms along her thighs. Grasping her knees I lifted them and lowered them to the sides, spreading her wide. I lay between her thighs, my face inches from her vulva. With my left hand I spread her labia. Her clit was engorged and firm and I pet it with my fingertip. "Think about what a piercing here would feel like."

"Uhn-uhn," she replied. "These took long enough to heal."

Holding her labia apart I rested my thumb on one side of the hard pebble of her clit. With my index finger I began hammering it, using my thumb as an anvil. I moved up and down her clitoral shaft until I found the spot for which each stroke triggered a twitch in her thighs.

Cindy pounded the mattress. "Nick!" she gasped. "That is so intense!" I continued hammering her clit and her belly began to tremble. "Oh! Too much!" she cried.

"This better?" I softened my blows and counted under my breath 1, 2, 3, 4... On each one-count I tapped her clit hard and her thighs would twitch. From my vantage I could see a pulse point in her neck begin to throb. Cindy began loud panting. I switched to a three-count and then to a two-count.

Her cheeks began to redden. She drew in a breath and moaned, her back arched and the red flush spreading to her neck. Cindy pounded the mattress and let out a shriek. She bit her index finger and then flailed her arm. I continued stimulating her until she begged me to stop. Flushed, panting and with beads of perspiration on her forehead she slowly regained her breath.

"Good one?" I asked.

She hooked her arm around my neck and covered my face with kisses. "They get stronger and better," she panted.

"We're learning more and more about each other's response patterns," I replied.

"Oh, Nick -- you are a generous and giving lover. You always make sure I'm satisfied before you have yours. It's one way I know how much you love me." She kissed my lips. "I'm ready for you. How do you want me?"

My heart skipped a beat and I hesitated for a moment. "I'd like us to try anal."

"Anal? I've never done that."

"You mean, you put all manner of enema nozzles in there but never..."

"Never."

"Well, Babe -- you initiated me into the world of enemas. I can introduce you to back-door sex."

"You're an expert?" she asked.

"Let's say I'm experienced," I replied.

"So, you dated a girl who was into anal sex? That is, if you don't mind me asking."

"For a while I dated a girl who was trans-gender ... what you'd call pre-op. She was really cute and really passable. You wouldn't know what was between her legs if you saw her on the street. I learned all I know from her."

"What happened between you two? If you don't mind..."

"She was bisexual and got into a relationship with a trans-curious birth woman. So, we broke up. I still hear from her once in a while. We're on friendly terms."

Cindy regarded me. "I'd like to think I'm as open to new experiences as you are... But ... that's going beyond the pale for me -- dating a trans-woman. And, a bisexual trans-woman at that. I can't imagine dating a trans-man."

"Suppose you fell in love with him before you knew? She explained to me that sexual identity and sexual orientation are totally separate. She used to say, identity is whom you go to bed as; and orientation is whom you go to bed with. I like to think if two people wish to be intimate -- they'll find ways around the obstacles. She really was a lovely girl, Cindy. I was sorry to break up with her. But, if we hadn't split ... then I'd never have dated you. So, in the big picture -- it's a good thing."

"I suppose you're right. It's one of those experiences that formed you."

"Like your wild child days formed you," I replied. "I think you would've gotten along with Angie..."

"Angie's her name?"

"Yeah. She practiced something she called anal douching before our dates. It must have something in common with enemas."

"I know the term," Cindy replied, "usually in the context of small-volume enemas used to cleanse the rectum prior to anal sex."

"If that's the case, what we did tonight was anal douching on steroids. You ought to be clean as a whistle back there."

"I suppose I am. All right -- I'm game. After what you just told me, I don't want you to think I'm a wuss. Tell me what I should do."

"Let's do doggie style since you're a back-door virgin." Cindy knelt on all fours on the mattress and I caressed her delightful, round buttocks. "That is one first class ass," I said as I reached for the tube of surgical lube. "I've been wanting to do this since the first time I saw it. Get comfy..."

"As comfy as I can be like this," she replied.

I snapped open the cap on the tube. "First rule is, too much lube is almost enough..." I squeezed a generous blob onto my finger, spread her with my left hand and smeared it on her crinkly anus. "You have an awfully cute little pucker back here, too." I worked more into her anal canal. "I'm going to dilate you a bit," I said. "Just relax."

"I'm trying," she replied.

"You told me relaxation was essential for a successful enema. It's even more essential for good butt-sex." I worked my finger into her past the second knuckle. Then, I withdrew it part way and slid two fingers deep into her rectum. "Doing okay?" I asked.

"So far..."

I rotated my wrist and tried to make my fingers as wide as possible. "Okay, I think we're ready for the main event." After smearing more lube onto my stiff shaft I knelt behind her and adjusted my stance. Holding it at its base, I aimed its tip at her partially dilated orifice -- it was about three-quarters of an inch wide. Then I spread her buttocks wide and leaned into her. I slid in fairly easily to glans-depth. "I'm in," I said.

"So I can feel."

"I'm going in deeper. Tell me if anything feels wrong."

"Feels okay so far ... kinda good, actually."

"Feels great to me, Babe." I slowly eased into her about halfway and paused. Her rectum was enveloping my manhood like warm velvet. Hearing no objections I pushed in further until my mons was up against her bottom. "I'm in all the way."

"Feels okay," she said. "Doesn't hurt." I leaned over her and ran my hand along the inside of her thigh. Then I worked my finger into her slit and stroked her clit. "That feels good -- your touch and you inside me. Mmm..."

With my left hand I reached under her and cupped it around her breast. I began working her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, stroking it over the shaft of her piercing; and I could feel her heart beginning to pound. Cindy began making soft moans with each breath. I could feel her tense and relax the muscles in her bottom. "Feels good," she panted. "I'm almost there -- don't change anything."

I was deliberately trying to ignore the sensations in my loins. I wanted her to come first, but the warmth of her rectum and the tightness of her sphincter were difficult to dismiss, especially when she contracted it around me. I concentrated on giving her clit the strongest and most consistent stroking I could manage.

She drew in a breath and let it out as a guttural groan. I could feel the rhythmic pulsations from the muscles in her pelvic floor. Her thighs trembled and her heart was racing. "Stop!" she gasped.

I lifted my hands from her and placed them on her hips. Holding her pelvis I began the gentlest in-out action I could manage; pushing in slowly and taking friction on the draw.

Cindy tensed her sphincter. "Feel that?" she asked.

"I did ... felt good."

My climax was getting nearer and I increased the rhythm of my hips against her buttocks. Then, I felt my release starting to trigger. Holding her waist I pushed in deep and grunted. "Oh, Cindy, " I gasped.

"I felt that," she said. "I felt you get bigger and harder and then I felt you squirting your sperm into me. I've never felt your orgasms so vividly."

"I felt you come, too," I replied. "I could feel your pelvic muscles throbbing." Gently I eased back to pull out of her and sat on my heels. "I wish you could see what you look like back here. I can see straight into your rectum."

She reached behind and ran her fingers between her buttocks. "Holy..."

"Don't worry -- you'll go back to normal in no time." I blew out the candles but left the nightstand lamp on low; then I lay on my back, held Cindy under my arm and caressed her back. "So -- what did you think of that experience?"

"Well... I was anticipating more discomfort. It actually felt pretty good. I liked being able to feel your response."

"Not unlike my reaction to my first enema," I replied. "Would you do it again?"

"Mmm ... yeah... Not every time but I would do it again. Mmm..."

Part VII

Morning light streaming in from a part in the curtains fell across the bed. I looked to my side -- Cindy was gone. It was my Saturday but Cindy's Monday and I knew she would have to get ready for work. Looking up I saw the door to the bathroom was shut. Shortly it opened and she emerged, nude, and climbed back into bed. "I dealt with my bladder before it became an issue," she said.

"Let's see how that sparkler looks in daylight," I replied, took her hand and held it under the sunbeam. "Wow -- it'll put your eye out."

"It's a very pretty stone," she replied. "Thank you."

I rotated her wrist in the sunlight and noticed something I hadn't seen before. "Cindy..."

"What?"

I pointed to some tiny scars along a prominent vein in the back of her hand. "I hadn't noticed these. They look like tracks ... from injecting drugs."

She regarded me with parted lips and I could see panic wash over her. "It's from the I.V. I had during surgery," she stammered.

"All of them? So many?" She snatched her hand from me. I grasped her wrist.

"Let go of me!" She wrestled it from me.

"Show me the inside of your elbow."

"Why?"

"I want to look at it." She stretched out her right arm and ran my finger along the vein in the inside of her elbow. "I thought they were freckles or something ... but in this light... Are these from your wild child days?"

"I thought you said you weren't interested in knowing about those days," she retorted.

"This is different, Cindy. If you were injecting drugs..." She threw off the covers and dashed out of the bedroom. "Cindy..."

I followed her and found her kneeling on the sofa, her arms draped over the back of it. "We had an agreement about my past," she said, her voice agitated.

"Cindy... Intravenous drug use is how folks contract HIV."

"Do you think I don't know that?" Her eyes brimmed. "I've been tested. I'm clean. Do you think I wouldn't tell you if it were otherwise?"

"What drugs?" I asked.

"Opiates ... heroin, mainly."

"Heroin?" I regarded her -- the pulse point in her neck was throbbing.

"I've been clean for five years, Nick -- that's for four and a half years before you and I even met!"

"You've never had a relapse?"

"Never. That part of my life is behind me."

I approached to embrace her but she pulled away. "Would you like to tell me about it?"

"No."

I knelt beside her and placed my hand on her back. "I am sorry, Babe. You're right -- I should've trusted you."

"Yes, you should've."

"Forgive me?" I asked.

Cindy regarded me through narrowed eyes. "I dunno..."

"I would like you to tell me about it. How much or how little detail is up to you."

She drew in a deep breath. "I had dropped out of high school and was hanging out with a guy. He was my supplier and got me hooked. Then, one day I OD'ed. The state had a Good Samaritan law -- anyone could report an overdose without worrying about the cops. He called 911. The first responder was a female EMT ... her name is Laura. She gave me a dose of naloxone and it brought me right around. That scared me, Nick. It scared the shit out of me."

"So you decided to quit? Go into rehab?"

"No. When the other EMTs came in with the stretcher and other gear I was up and around ... lucid. Laura covered for me -- told them I was okay and that I didn't need any more attention. They started taking the equipment back to the truck. Laura stayed behind ... she gave me her card. Laura is a nurse who's also a volunteer EMT. She told me she lost a niece to an overdose ... and that I looked like her. She told me there was no need to involve the authorities -- this time -- and that I should call her and set up an appointment ... otherwise, next time she would call the cops."

"You called her?"

Cindy nodded. "She took me in ... offered her home to me ... and with her help I got clean going cold turkey."

"So that's how you were able to give me the support you did when I went off the oxy -- you went through it, too. You knew what it felt like."

"I don't want to diminish what you went through, Nick ... but I can assure you that what I experienced was ten time worse." She sniffled and wiped tears from her eyes. "There! Now you know. Happy?"

"I ..."

"It probably changes how you feel about me." She grasped the ring and began pulling it off her finger. "If you want this back ... I understand completely."

"Don't be ridiculous." I pushed the ring firmly past her second knuckle. "You're right -- it does change how I feel about you. To go through that sort of crucible and emerge as fine a woman as you are ... it's nothing short of remarkable. I admire you even more."

She looked up at me. "Really?"

"Really."

"Are you sure? Hearing it means a lot. You don't know how much self-loathing..."

I kissed her lips. "You are the most remarkable woman I have ever met and I'm so lucky to have you." Cindy smiled and we kissed again. "Forgive me, now?"

"You're forgiven ... this time." We kissed again. "I can't ever stay angry with you for long," she replied.

"Have you kept in touch with Laura?"

"She's like a mom to me. It's because of her I became a nurse. She helped me get my GED and helped me get into nursing school. She helped me reconcile with my real mother. She's my savior, Nick. I love her more than anyone in my life ... except you."

"I want to meet her. If she's that important to you then she's important to me. To answer your question -- I am happy to know this. It's part of what formed you, Cindy. Any time you want to share your past ... I guarantee there's nothing you can tell me that'll make me feel poorly of you."

"Nothing? Are you sure?"

I kissed her lips. "I'm positive. And -- I didn't hear a word you said."

"Understood. Nick -- I love you so much..."

"Come back to bed?"

She looked up at the clock on the wall. "I can't. I need to start my shower now or my hair won't be dry before I need to go to work."

"I can make some breakfast ... or, lunch. What's your preference?"

"I dunno ... brunch?"

"We have some English muffins and ham. I can make eggs Benedict."

"We don't have Hollandaise sauce," she replied.

"I can make a fair approximation of Hollandaise sauce with what we do have."

Cindy headed into the bathroom and I heard the shower running. I slipped into my robe and began boiling water to poach eggs.

She approached me in her short robe pulling her fingers through her wet hair. I set a plate before her and poured two cups of coffee.

"This is very good," she said. "How did you make the sauce?"

"My secret," I replied.

She reached across the table and took my hand. "There was something I was going to tell you this morning, but our talk of my wild child days drove it from my mind. It's big news."

"You got that first shift job."

She shook her head. "I'm giving my notice."

"You're quitting? Cindy -- you love that job."

"Yes, I'm quitting. The gastro-enterologist who performed my surgery wants me to work in his office. One of his nurses quit and he remembered me from my surgery and made me an offer. His office is in the professional building attached to the hospital."

"It's first-shift," I remarked. "It has to be first-shift."

"It's nine-to-five, Monday through Friday," she replied with a broad smile.

"That's wonderful news," I replied. "We'll need to celebrate. We'll come up with something nice."

"Let's celebrate the weekend before I start."

"Agreed. Let's plan something."

Cindy sat beside me as we drove home after dinner at Farley's Velvet Room. I placed my hand on her knee and she caressed my forearm. "So, which gives you a bigger thrill," I asked her. "Giving an enema or receiving one?"

"That depends on the recipient," she replied.

"Suppose your patient is yours truly?"

"Hmm... Hard to say. A big part of my enjoyment giving enemas to you is how you respond to them. I can feel how they arouse you..."

"Arousing your partner is arousing in itself," I remarked. "But you were plenty aroused from the enemas I gave you last night."

Cindy squeezed my knee. "Mmm... Last night was some of our best sex ever. I woke up still glowing. What made last night really special was how you planned it all ahead. I felt the love flowing."

"You haven't told me what you've planned for tonight," I said.

"Be surprised."

"Maybe I have a bit of a surprise myself." I pulled into my garage and we stepped into the condo.

Cindy headed for the master bedroom and I followed her. The I.V. stand was set up near the bed with the clear silicone reservoir hanging from it and a bath towel spread on the bed. She headed toward the closet. "I'll be just a minute," she said and disappeared inside. In the meantime I stripped naked and into a flannel, knee-length robe.

She emerged from the closet in her sexy nurse costume with the white miniskirt, midriff-baring top, white stockings and little nurse's cap. We embraced and kissed.

"Feels like something's coming between us," she remarked and pressed her palm against my already hard member.

"I had a tingle all evening anticipating this very event," I replied.

"Anticipation is good." She untied the belt of my robe and slid it off my shoulders. I lay on the towel on my left side and drew up my knees.

What followed were the usual preliminaries -- a hot soapsuds enema followed by a large-volume, clear-water rinse.

I approached her in my robe and we embraced. "Feeling cleaned out?" she asked.

"As ever. Feeling horny?"

"As ever," she replied. "Now, what is this something special?"

"I thought we'd like to try this," I said sheepishly and handed Cindy a cardboard box.

She slipped off the cover and picked up a three-foot long, slender tube made of translucent silicone. "A colon tube? Where did you get this?"

"Off the web," I replied.

She let out a sigh. "I'm not a big fan of these, Nick. I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"Why not? The blurb on the website said it's the ultimate penetration."

"If you can get it inserted, I suppose. The problem is, you can't put one of these into an empty colon -- it needs to be inflated with water to open channels and allow it to be inserted. If your colon needs to be full, what's the point? Unless a patient has some peculiar condition that indicates using one of these... Well, you can get just as good results with a simple rectal nozzle. How much did this cost you?"

"About twenty bucks."

"I wish you had consulted me before spending your money." I put the cover on the box and began placing it in the tackle box containing the other nozzles and equipment. "Oh, Nick..." Cindy approached me and caressed my cheek. "I could see the crest fall. If you want to try it, we can try it -- so long as you understand these things are difficult to use and I think over-rated."

"Understood," I replied. "Have you ever used one?"

"I tried inserting one once -- I don't think I got it in ten inches. I think you need a combination of luck and the right anatomy."

"I mean ... have you ever used one on a patient?"

"No," she replied. "I took the class but I've never had the opportunity to use one in the field."

"The website said this one is safe and effective."

Cindy examined it. "Closed end... It's probably safe enough. I don't see how you could accidentally puncture anything with it." She flexed the tube. "It's soft enough to go around corners but stiff enough not to fold back on itself. As for effective -- that remains to be seen. What else have you got in that box?" She opened the lid to the tackle box and moved items around. "You must be an impulse buyer when you visit those alt-med sites..." She retrieved a red bulb. "A Higginson's syringe?"

"That's a pretty slick device," I remarked. "It has one-way valves so if you squeeze it, it squirts from one end and if you release it, it sucks from the other."

"I know how a Higginson's bulb works," she retorted. "Hmm..."

"Hmm what?"

"I have an idea... I think we can put something together. All right -- we'll try the colon tube."

I watched as Cindy gathered items from the tackle box -- the Higginson's bulb, some lengths of hose and a hose clamp. These she carried to the bathroom and began running hot water in the sink to warm it. From the bedroom she brought the clear reservoir. This she filled with quite warm water, up to the top, flushed air from the hose and secured the clamp, leaving off the nozzle. She ran more warm water into a plastic pitcher. From a cabinet she produced a small cardboard box.

After assembling the items on a tray and setting them on the seat of a chair she produced a fabric square and lay that on the towel. "What's that for?" I asked.

"It's a waterproof pad. This might get messy."

"Oh..." I watched as she slid a clamp onto a short length of hose and attached it to the squeeze bulb. To the short hose she attached the colon tube and on the other end of the bulb another length of hose leading to the pitcher of hot water.

"Like I said, a colon tube needs to float around the bends in your colon. We'll use the bulb to inject water when we encounter an obstruction, with hopes it'll find a channel and carry the tip of the tube with it."

"Got it," I replied.

"I don't want to run the whole enema into you before we get the tube placed," she continued, "that I think would be counter-productive. With some luck we can get the tube placed and then..." Cindy glanced at the bulging reservoir.

"Now I get it," I replied.

She pumped the bulb until water emerged from the discharge holes in the rounded tip of the colon tube. "I think we're ready. Remember -- no guarantees."

"Right ... and, the likelihood of a big, fat I-told-you-so." I slipped off my robe and lay nude on the bed. Contemplating what was about to transpire was strengthening my already strong erection. "How do you want me?"

"The usual." I complied by lying on my left side and drawing up my knees. I felt Cindy's finger probing my anal canal to coat it with surgical lube. Then, she opened the small box and withdrew a plastic bottle with a long snout. She slipped off a sheath. "What's that?" I asked.

"This is a commercially prepared, drugstore variety, mineral-oil enema in a squeeze bottle," she explained. "I'm going to inject some oil into your rectum. It should keep the tube lubricated as it goes in. I can't lubricate it before it goes in because then it'll be too slippery to manipulate."

I felt the slender tip penetrate my orifice and the thick oil filling me. Then, Cindy inserted the tip of the colon tube and angled it upward. I could feel it sliding through my anal canal; then I felt it bump against something inside. "Can you feel that?" she asked as she moved the tube in and out.

"I do."

Cindy gave the bulb a couple squeezes and I could feel the pressure building in the lower left quadrant of my abdomen. It was a familiar sensation when starting an enema, and shortly I felt the pressure relax. At the same time I felt Cindy push more of the tube into me

She gave the bulb a couple more pumps. I could feel her working the tube in and out, and rotating it back and forth. This sensation in itself was arousing me and my manhood was becoming stiffer. "This is about as far as I could get when I tried one," she said and gave the bulb another squeeze.

I could feel more of the tubing sliding into me and the sensations were becoming powerfully arousing. "I think we slipped past an obstruction," she remarked. "Either that or the tube is folding or coiling back on itself. That can happen..." She pushed more of it into me and I could feel it sliding into my orifice. "I hit another stop." I felt her working it back and forth. "Can you feel that?"

"No, I can't. I can feel it sliding in my butt, but I can't feel the tip anymore."

"There are fewer nerve endings higher in your colon," Cindy and squeezed the bulb.

"I think it's here," I said, pointing to under my left ribcage. "When you pumped it I felt bubbles gurgling inside." Cindy manipulated the tube more, pulling and pushing it and rotating it. I pointed to my ribcage again. "I felt something here when you twisted it."

"It's at your splenic flexure," she replied. "I'm impressed, Nick. Let's see if we can get it around the bend. Even if we can't, it's quite an achievement."

"This must be a bit like having a colonoscopy," I remarked.

"Except that instrument has a camera and a headlight ... and, they can steer it ... and, they inflate your colon with air ... and, you're sedated."

"Sedated? That's not fair."

"Pumping a colon full of air and sliding in an endoscope isn't what most patients consider pleasant."

"What about those who do?" I asked.

"Those are the ones I'd want good and sedated," she replied with a smirk. "Now, roll onto your back and let's see if gravity will help move this thing around the bend. The deeper in it goes the harder it is to control."

"Yeah," I replied. "It's like pushing on a rope." I rolled onto my back and lay, my knees bent and my thighs spread. I could see Cindy holding the tube and figured by now she had slid a bit over half of it into me.

"Roll a bit more to your right," she said and pumped the bulb a couple times and then a couple more as she rotated the tube and worked it in and out. Then I felt the water bolus flow across my abdomen and Cindy pushing more of the tube into me. She stopped when the hose fitting was up against my orifice. "I'll be damned," she remarked. "It's in all the way. This whole thing is inside you, Nick."

"All the way to my cecum?" I asked.

"Hell no -- this tube is only three feet long. An adult colon averages five feet. There is quite a bit of variance from one individual to another, but I think yours is probably average."

"I'll have you know my colon is without a doubt above average," I replied with mock indignation.

"Average in length, silly."

"So that means it's in a little more than half-way. I didn't see longer tubes on the website -- thirty-six inches appeared to be standard."

"I'm sure longer ones are available ... just not from the sites you visit. You'd need lotsa luck to get one of those past your hepatic flexure and down into your cecum, that's for sure." Cindy closed the clamp on the hose leading from the bulb and disconnected it. She then attached it to the hose leading from the reservoir hanging on the I.V. stand and opened the clamp.

"How much water did you pump into me to set the tube?" I asked.

She glanced at the pitcher. "A little more than a pint. There are three quarts in the bag. You don't have to take it all, Nick. If it gets to be too much, tell me and we'll stop. Ready?"

"Ready." Grasping the clamp on the main hose she snapped it open. "OH!" I gasped and placed my hand on my abdomen above my navel. "I could feel the cold surge here. Normally I feel it down here..." I pressed my hand against the lower left of my abdomen. "...but this time it was up here ... now I can feel the warmth -- like it's radiating from the middle of my belly. It's such a different sensation."

"I'll slow the flow," she said and stopped the clamp down a notch. Kneeling by the bed she ran her hands along my abdomen as my colon filled from the middle, outward to both ends.

I was now powerfully aroused and becoming more so as the warmth and pressure built inside my abdomen. Cindy's touch and seeing her in her sexy costume added to my excitement. Glancing up I could see the level in the reservoir dropping.

"Tummy's getting big and hard," she said and wrapped her fingers around my stiff and throbbing shaft. "So is something else."

"This is an amazing sensation," I said. "We have to try this on you, Babe."

"I don't think I have the right anatomy," she replied.

"Or, maybe it's not something you can do by yourself."

"Maybe ... worth a try I guess..." She glanced at the reservoir. "About a pint left ... which means by now you've taken three quarts. Want to stop?"

I shook my head. "I want to see if I can do this."

She pressed her palms on my belly. "Oh, so full..."

I knew I was close to climaxing. Grasping her hands I placed them on my breasts. "Here," I said. Cindy began running her fingers across my nipples. "Harder," I panted and she began pinching them. My organ was throbbing and my glans felt like it was about to burst.

Then, a powerful orgasm washed over me and I ejaculated a long stream of hot semen onto my chest. "Uhn ... uhn ... uhn..." I grunted as more spurts followed. As the sensations faded I gasped to regain my breath.

Cindy climbed off the bed. She bent over me and covered my face with kisses. "God, Nick -- that made me so horny I can't stand it. Pushing that tube into you ... your descriptions of the sensations ... your belly getting big..." She stripped nude except for her white stockings and knelt over my chest, positioning her pussy over my lips. "I need this, Nick. I NEED it."

I grasped her hips and positioned her so I could tongue her clit. She rocked her hips to add to the stimulation and began pinching and rolling her nipples. Cindy closed her eyes and lifted her face, breathing heavily through parted lips. It didn't take her long to achieve orgasm, her legs and belly jerking as her climax peaked.

Her breathing slowed and the flush on her face began to fade. Cindy rolled off of me and attended to the enema equipment. She clamped the hose and began gently withdrawing the tube from me, wiping it with a facial tissue as she eased it out. I could feel its length sliding out of me, all three feet of it. With a triumphant smile she held up the rounded tip. "We'll have to try this again, some time," she said slyly.

"I'll say..." With my belly more bloated and distended than I had ever experienced I rolled over to swing my feet to the floor and stand.

"Let's see that tummy," she said and I turned sideways to her. "Wow... I have never seen you so big."

"Me, neither. Now, if you'll excuse me..." I headed toward the bathroom for a badly needed appointment with the porcelain throne.

The sensation of relief and relaxation that comes from expelling more than three quarts can't be described -- it must be experienced. With that mellow, empty satisfaction in my belly I strolled back to the bed. Cindy hand rolled the I.V. stand to the side and the towel was folded on a chair. She awaited me under the covers and I slid in beside her.

We faced each other and I caressed her compact breast with the backs of my fingers. "Still horny?" she asked.

"I dunno," I replied. "It was a pretty strong climax I had."

"I'll say. I've never seen such a squirt. You almost gave yourself a facial." She wrapped her fingers around my semi-flaccid organ. "Feels like there may be signs of life."

"Do you want more?" I asked.

"I like feeling you inside me ... the intimacy. If you can't -- it's okay."

"I think I can muster enough for that." I lay on my back and Cindy lay atop me. She was wet and slick enough so I could slip inside her despite not being rock-hard. I held her around her shoulders and the small of her back and she snuggled against me.

"This feels really good, Nick," she said. "How long can you stay like this?"

I smoothed my hand along her smooth, round buttocks. "For a while I think."

"Feels like you're getting stiffer," she remarked.

"I love that cute bottom of yours." I slipped my finger into her crevasse and stroked along the pucker of her anus. It was slick from her juices.

Cindy lifted up on her elbows and began stroking my nipples. "Hmm?" she asked.

"Mmm..." By now my manhood was firmly erect.

Cindy began rocking her hips and grinding them against mine. "Feels like I can have another," she panted. I slipped my finger into her anus. "That's good," she gasped. Her breathing deepened and I felt her breath against my face.

I put my left hand on her side of her breast, slipped my thumb under and pressed it against her nipple, pushing the hard piercing into her flesh. "How's this?"

"Good," she panted. "I'm getting close..." I locked my legs with hers and added my own thrusting to her efforts. Cindy's skin was becoming moist and her cheeks began to redden. "Nick!" she gasped. "I'm coming!"

She drew in a breath and moaned, her belly and thighs jerking. I could feel the spasms in the muscles in her pelvic floor against my finger in her anus, and I continued my thrusting against her hips, attempting to reach an elusive second climax.

Then, it happened. I grasped her buttocks with both hands and slammed my hips against hers as I ejaculated.

We both lay, limp, sweaty and panting, her atop me as we regained our breath. Cindy cradled my face in her palms and we kissed. "I love seeing your face get red when you come," I remarked. "It makes your eyes look even greener."

She cuddled against me. "Oh, God -- I love this," she said. "I love the enemas. I love the sex."

Part VIII

I sat near the concourse glancing up at the arrivals display. Cindy's flight was delayed due to local weather and I was hoping it wouldn't be diverted. Outside a line of thunderstorms had passed through and the skies were beginning to lighten. On the board an arrival time flashed: 3:45. My watch read 2:27 and I hoped this was a firm time, or else I would need to change plans for the evening.

I stood and strolled to the window overlooking the tarmac. Planes were beginning to depart and I took this as a good sign.

Time seems to drag under these circumstances. Finally the board changed and the arrival time switched to "Arrived". I watched as an Embraer regional jet parked at the gate. The jetway extended and docked with the craft. I stood near the security checkpoint and waited as the trickle of de-planed passengers turned into a mob.

I spotted Cindy's red hair before she saw me and I waved to catch her attention. Her eyes met mine and she broke into a trot, dragging her carry-on behind her. I reached to embrace her and she jumped up, wrapping her legs around mine. I held her and we kissed. "I missed you so much," I said.

"I missed you, too. Come -- let's get my checked bags."

"Bags? You left with one."

"I brought a bunch of stuff with me."

We headed toward the baggage claim. I spotted a bag I recognized as hers and snatched it from the belt. "Which is the other one?"

Cindy lifted up on her toes and watched the chute. "That one," she said as an old, red, hard-sided Samsonite case landed with a thud.

"This bag must date from the seventies," I said as I plucked it from the belt. "Heavy, too."

"It was my mom's," she replied and we hiked to the parking structure. I popped the trunk and we deposited her luggage inside.

Cindy sat in the passenger seat. I headed out of the lot and toward the condo. "How is your mom doing?" I asked.

"Better. She's up and around, although not out of the woods yet."

"Can she care for herself?"

"Basically. The county public health nurse will stop by twice a week to check up on her and let me know if she needs anything."

"Do you have a power of attorney?" I asked.

"I do. Mom's not feeble-minded. She's as sharp as ever. It's her bones that are fragile."

"You take care of your bones," I admonished. "Some of those problems run in families."

"Yeah, I know. It was a good visit."

"It was a long visit -- four plus weeks. I'm glad your employer is generous with leave time."

"They are ... though I had to use all of this year's leave and borrow against a week of next year's. I'm glad I had the time with her, Nick. We were estranged for a long time after I dropped out of high school. We were able to cover a lot of ground. I'll tell you, Nick -- when I first saw her in the hospital ... I really was afraid it was too late. In a way her recovery is a reprieve."

I parked the car in the condo's attached garage and opened the front door to the townhouse. Then I helped carry Cindy's bags inside and to the master bedroom. "Put the red one on the bed," she said. I complied and she snapped it open.

"What's all that?"

"Stuff ... from when I was in high school. Believe it or not, I was a fairly happy and well-adjusted student until ... well, let's say, until some bad decisions were made by all involved." She picked up a tartan kiltie skirt. "This was my favorite. I wonder if it still fits?"

Cindy stripped off her jeans and fastened the skirt around her waist.

"You look cute in it," I remarked.

"Here's the blouse I used to wear with it." She slipped out of her tee and into a white, short-sleeved blouse and examined herself in the mirror.

"Looks great on you -- though that would've been retro even in 2002." I glanced at my watch. "I'm going to change for dinner. We have reservations at The Reef."

"What should I wear?" she asked.

"What you're wearing."

"Really?"

"Really. You look great in it."

Cindy pulled the tails of her blouse from her waistband. She unbuttoned the bottom buttons, rolled the tails and tied them in a bow. "If I went to the mall after school I'd do this," she said. "What do you think?"

I regarded the glimpse of her flat belly and her cute navel her outfit now afforded. "Why not? It's a warm night."

We drove back toward the condo. "I was getting looks," she said.

"In the restaurant?"

"Uh-huh. One guy in particular. You had your back to him but he kept ... looking at me."

"Does that bother you?" I asked. "After all you were the best-looking gal there."

"Yes, it bothers me. I felt like an antelope being eyed by a cheetah. Does it bother you?"

"It bothers me if you're uncomfortable," I replied. "But does it bother me some guy thinks I scored a sensational woman? Not so much.

I put my hand on Cindy's knee and slid it partway under her tartan skirt. "So, what do you have planned for tonight?" she asked.

"What makes you think I have something planned?"

"I know you have something up your sleeve. All evening you've looked like the cat who ate the canary."

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Have you been haunting those alt-med websites again? Did you buy some new gadget you're dying to try?"

I shook my head. "No ... not really."

"You'll have to spill the beans -- we're almost home."

I parked in the garage and we went inside. "I do have something I want you to see," I said.

"What?"

"It's in the basement."

"I hate going into that basement. It's so dark and gloomy ... and, spider-infested." I opened the door and escorted her downstairs. To the left was the furnace and water heater. To the right was a wall with a door. "That wall wasn't here before," she remarked.

I opened the door and she stepped inside. I switched on the lights.

Cindy regarded the room with her jaw slack. "Nick!" she gasped. "The cabinets and counters... This must've cost a fortune!"

"I used stock cabinets," I replied. "I know a guy who's in construction. He was between jobs so I had him do the framing, drywall and cabinet installation. The plumbing was already roughed in. There's a commode over there." I pointed to another door.

Cindy opened it and looked in. "Like a powder room ... with a full-length mirror on the door." She closed the door and ran her hand along the counter top. She tested a faucet on a deep, stainless-steel sink.

"I put down carpet tiles on the floor," I explained and gestured to the centerpiece in the room -- a waist-high platform topped with a full-sized futon mattress. The platform itself was on a section of raised floor made from decking material. A chain hung from the ceiling and on that chain our clear silicone, 3-quart enema bag hung. "And, I took a week off to build this."

Cindy approached the platform. "You built an enema dungeon?"

"I prefer to think of it as a playroom," I replied. "Dungeon connotes BDSM and neither of us are into that." I patted the mattress. "The cover is waterproof. Just the right height for ease of administration, don't you think?"

"It's so tall..."

I reached down and unfolded a bench topped with a vinyl-covered cushion. "You can step up on this. And, it's the right height for taking an enema kneeling if you'd like." I pulled open a wide but shallow drawer. "Here are nozzles, tubes of lube ... all the accessories at your fingertips."

"You seem to have thought of everything. Why the raised floor?"

I gestured her to the other side of the platform and lifted two floor panels to expose a shallow basin with a drain. "Remember saying you were afraid you'd have an accident before making it to the toilet? Now you can expel right here."

"You're kidding!" She regarded the basin. "How..."

"It's a fiberglass shower pan," I explained. "I mounted over the existing floor drain." Opening a door in the platform I removed a length of hose. "We have hot and cold water right here so we can rinse down the basin ... and, refill the enema bag if we need to." I closed the door and the floor panels. "The raised floor is decking boards made from recycled plastics so it's waterproof and easy to clean." I faced her. "What do you think?"

"I'm ... speechless. How much did this cost?"

"Low five figures. I have been wanting to finish the basement. The cabinets provide some storage so the room is multi-purpose. I got a nice bonus this year and was ... inspired."

"I'll say, inspired," she replied.

"Care to try it out?" I asked.

Cindy regarded me, wide-eyed. She smiled, bit her lip and nodded. "I was looking forward... You obviously have something in mind."

I pulled open a drawer. "Interested in trying this?" I held up a bulb syringe that I had fitted with a standard douche nozzle.

Cindy held the object. "I've never had a bulb enema. Sure, why not?"

"It holds eight ounces. I figure six bulbs full of soapsuds would do for a three-pint first enema."

"I suppose," she replied. "I'll go change."

"No -- as you are."

"Why?"

"With your hair in that headband and that tartan skirt, you look like a teenager. Maybe that's why you were getting looks."

"What -- do I remind you of someone you knew in high school?" she asked.

"Only every girl who ever gave me the cold shoulder."

"Is this some sort of revenge fantasy?"

"No -- I always wondered what it would be like to get under one of those girls' skirts, though -- call it satisfying a curiosity."

"Oh. Okay, then. So long as it's nothing kinky."

"As if you and I ever engage in anything the least bit kinky..." I stepped to the sink and ran water. From a cabinet I retrieved a large basin into which I measured two quarts of water and a couple teaspoons of liquid castile soap. This I carried to the platform bed. "Kneel here," I suggested, pointing to the folded-out bench.

Cindy knelt, her chest on the futon mattress. She crossed her wrists and rested her cheek on them. "Comfy?" I asked.

"Comfy enough."

The hem of her skirt came a couple inches above her knees, and bending over lifted the back of it to expose more of her thighs. I scanned her legs up and down. I always thought the backs of a girl's knees were sexy and Cindy had very sexy legs.

This is going to be fun, I thought. I lifted the hem of her skirt and folded it onto her back. Grasping the waistband of her black briefs I slid them down her thighs to her knees. "That is one really sexy bottom," I remarked as I caressed her smooth, round buttocks and then gave each one a kiss. "I'm going to use Vaseline instead of the surgical lube," I said as I smeared some onto the nozzle of the bulb syringe. "This way the soapsuds won't wash it away."

"Good idea."

Spreading her buttocks I placed a blob of Vaseline on Cindy's anus and then worked it into her orifice with my finger. Then, I applied another blob to make sure her anal canal was thoroughly coated. Squeezing the bulb to express air I submerged the nozzle in the basin of soapsuds, released the bulb and let it fill. Holding it up-ended I squeezed it again until drops formed at the outlet holes; then I sucked more fluid into it.

"I'm going to insert the nozzle," I said. "Relax..." Spreading her again I worked the tip against her pinkish-brown pucker and watched the nozzle disappear into her orifice. With a firm, smooth motion I squeezed the bulb to discharge its contents into her rectum, folding the bulb onto itself to make sure it all went in.

"Mmm," she said, "nice and warm."

I eased the tip from her and dunked the tip into the basin for a refill. "Here comes number two," I said as I reinserted the tip into her rectum and squeezed more soapsuds into her. "How is this feeling?" I asked.

"Okay, so far," she said. "I feel my rectum filling up and while you're refilling the bulb it flows deeper into my colon."

"That should be one pint," I said as I worked the nozzle back into her opening. Again I emptied the bulb's contents into her depths. "Half done ... three more to go. How's the lube holding up? Any irritation?"

"No irritation," she replied.

I squirted the fourth, fifth and sixth bulbs full into Cindy's rectum. "How are you feeling?"

"Not too full," she replied. "I am starting to feel the soap."

"I'm going to give you one more," I said. "Just for good measure. Even though the bulb holds eight ounces I'm not sure I can squeeze everything out of it." The bulb sucked up more soapsuds. For the seventh time I held apart her cheeks, slid the nozzle into her and squeezed the bulb until it was empty. Then I slid it out and with some Kleenex I dabbed her bottom before pulling up her briefs. "How's that feel?"

"Definitely full now," she replied.

"Why don't you lie here until the enema does its magic?"

She climbed onto the mattress. "Here..." I reached under and raised the head of the platform. "This end lifts up." I hoisted myself onto the mattress and slipped my hand under her skirt to caress her thigh. "How are you feeling, Babe?"

Cindy pressed her palms to her abdomen. "Really feeling the soap now."

"Let me rub your tummy." I untied the tails of her blouse, unbuttoned it and spread it wide to expose her abdomen. With my fingers I gently massaged her belly starting at the lower left, up, across and down. "I can feel fullness in your colon," I remarked.

"It is working," she said and I watched her grimace. "I hope you're not expecting me to expel right here. I don't think I'm ready for that -- sorry."

"No, no -- I don't want to push you outside your comfort zone."

"Good... Another cramp..." She closed her eyes, clenched her jaw and groaned. A gurgle came from somewhere in her belly. "I think I'll go sit on the toilet." She sat up and let her blouse slide off her shoulders. Underneath she wore a black bra that matched her briefs. Cindy swung her feet to the bench. I held her arm as she stepped to the floor and headed to the commode.

I busied myself with washing the Vaseline off the nozzle we had just used. Then I filled the silicone enema bag with two quarts of hot water and hung it on the chain.

Cindy emerged from the powder room in her bra and panties, her tartan skirt draped over her forearm and her palms against her belly. "How did things go for you?" I asked.

"It was a really good purge," she replied, "felt good after all that time."

"What do you think about using the bulb?"

"Well... You certainly do get anal stimulation from it."

"Is that a complaint?" I asked.

"Not at all. I liked feeling the warm surge when you emptied the bulb into me and feeling the enema flow in deeper as you refilled it. It was a relaxing, gentle way to get filled." She approached me, put her arms around me and we kissed. "What I liked best was that you were doing it for me. I don't think it's something I could do by myself ... at least, it wouldn't be as satisfying."

"You'd do it again?"

"Mmm... I definitely would. Maybe you'd like to try it."

"I would."

Cindy patted the mattress. "You have the heights worked out perfectly. Kneeling on the bench put this at the right height. I was comfortable, no pressure on my abdomen and my body slightly downhill."

"You could take any enema like that," I suggested.

"Yes, we could." Cindy regarded the bulging reservoir. "I see you have something more traditional planned for enema number two."

"Your clear water rinse," I replied. "Two quarts of hot, plain tap water."

"I suppose you're expecting me to take this one in the nude."

"I haven't seen your naked body in four weeks."

She began unbuttoning my shirt. "Neither have I seen yours." Cindy pushed my shirt off my shoulders, unfastened my belt and undid my waistband. She slid my pants down my legs and I stepped from them. "Wow," she said, stroking my hard and throbbing manhood through my briefs. "That's a big one ... and a wet one, too."

"Using that bulb on you was a real thrill." I reached around her back and unhooked her bra. "You have a sensational figure, Babe. I love it."

Cindy stripped off her briefs. She struck a couple poses for me in the nude and then climbed onto the platform. "Maybe flatten this, now?"

I adjusted the platform and retrieved a pillow from a cabinet. "Here -- for your delightful noggin."

"Mmm... Thanks."

"I was trying to decide which nozzle to use. " I pulled open the shallow drawer.

Cindy peered over the edge of the mattress and let out a low whistle. "That's quite a collection. You've been busy. Who did you have in mind when you ordered these? You or me?"

"Both of us. Look at this..." I held up a nozzle that resembled a tapering string of small spheres."

"It looks like a cross between a nozzle and a set of anal beads," she remarked.

"Anything strike your fancy?"

"You know what I really want to do?"

"What?"

"Use the bulb again. This time I want to try it on my back."

"Sure -- if that's what you want." I procured the basin, measured two quarts and then some of very warm water and dumped it in. This I set on the mattress. Then I re-attached the douche nozzle to the bulb. "Lie like this, Babe," I said and turned her so she was cross-wise on the mattress with her buttocks on the edge and her feet resting on the bench cushion. "Now, lift your legs and hold them back."

"Like this?" Grasping the backs of her thighs she pulled her legs back.

"Perfect. Good thing you're so flexible ... must be the yoga you do." I regarded her bush and pussy, fully exposed and spread slightly open in this position. Beneath it was the delightful pucker of her anus. "That won't put pressure on your colon, will it?"

"I don't think so."

I opened the pot of Vaseline and began working some into Cindy's anal canal. "Two quarts will be eight doses from the bulb," I said as I smeared more grease onto the nozzle. Collapsing the bulb in the grip of my fist I dunked its snout into the basin and released it to fill. "Here comes number one."

Her posture had spread her buttocks leaving her anus exposed like a flower in full bloom. I eased the rounded tip of the nozzle past her sphincter and then turned it to follow the base of her spine. "Push it in all the way," she said.

I eased it in so the nozzle's flange was against her anus and then squeezed. Cindy closed her eyes and her lips formed a faint smile. "Feel good?"

"Nice and warm."

Still tightly gripping the bulb to prevent any backflow I slipped it from her bottom and dunked the tip in the basin. "We should have two bulbs," I remarked. "One could be filling while the other is squirting."

"I like the pause to refill," she replied. "It gives the enema a chance to flow in deeper. And, I like the anticipation of the next dose."

"Speaking of next dose." I began inserting the nozzle and watching its white shaft disappear into her pink pucker., up to its hilt.

"Can you squeeze it harder this time?" she asked. I complied, giving the bulb a mighty squeeze, emptying its contents into her rectum in under a second. Cindy drew in a breath and released it as a soft sigh. "Mmm. That felt good."

As I began inserting the nozzle for the third dose I noticed a trickle of clear fluid from between Cindy's inner labia. "This is turning you on, isn't it?"

"Oh, it's just oozing out of me. This is like foreplay, Nick. Especially after being away for so long."

"Maybe you'd like some of this action..." I began working the nozzle back and forth and in and out of her anus.

"You're teasing me, now."

"You said anticipation is good." I thrust the nozzle deep into her rectum and squeezed the bulb hard. Cindy closed her eyes and lifted her face as her colon absorbed the bolus of hot water. Refilling the bulb I again inserted the nozzle and this time worked it in and out making full, long strokes. Then I pushed it in and squeezed it. "That should be one quart more or less," I remarked. "How's that tummy doing?"

Cindy released her legs and pressed her palms against her belly. "Starting to feel some fullness."

I probed her abdomen with my fingertips. "Yeah... I think I can feel it. Ready for quart number two?" Cindy pulled back and held her legs. "I'm going to refresh the Vaseline -- wouldn't want to make you sore down there."

I worked another blob into her anus, refilled the bulb and slid it into her rectum, moving it around before driving it deep into her and squeezing it to deliver its load. Then came doses number six and seven.

For the eighth time I refilled the bulb and slid the nozzle into Cindy's bottom. Pushing it in deep I squeezed it. "That should be two quarts," I said.

Cindy released her legs and lowered them so her feet were on the bench. Her abdomen bulged from her sternum to her mons. She ran her palms along her belly. "Pretty full," she remarked.

I palpitated her belly and could feel her firm and distended colon through her abdominal wall. "I'll say."

She lifted her legs and held them back. "One more? Is there enough for one more?"

I squeezed air from the bulb and slid the tip into the basin. "Only just," I said and eased the nozzle into her rectum. I squeezed it hard and heard a short gurgle coming from her depths. "I think I might've injected some air ... sorry."

"It's all right -- won't hurt anything. Feel really full, now."

"Ready to expel?"

Cindy shook her head. "I'm ready for you. If you're half as horny as I am, I know you need it."

"I'm more than half as horny..." I folded back the bench and stripped out of my briefs. The height of the platform -- by design -- was such that I could take her standing. Holding my stiff and throbbing shaft I guided it to her entrance and leaned in as it penetrated into her hot and wet vagina -- she always felt tighter when her colon and rectum were distended with a large volume enema. Cindy released her legs and wrapped them around me as I grasped her buttocks to pull her tight against me.

I smoothed my palms across her distended belly and began working my thumb into her slit.

She shook her head. "Not now. Save it for our playtime enema."

"If you say so."

"Go ahead, Nick -- have one."

With my hands softly caressing Cindy's tummy I began gently thrusting against her, taking my friction. As my release approached I moved my hands to her waist and increased the vigor of my thrusting. Then, pressing my hips against her my climax peaked. I grunted as I pumped sperm into her.

I took a few deep breaths as my excitement faded. "That was quite the O-face," she remarked.

"It was quite the O." Reaching for some Kleenex I cleaned both of us off. "Ready to expel now?" I asked.

"Yes, I am."

"Want to try..."

"Not so bold, yet," she replied.

I unfolded the bench and helped her stand. Cindy headed for the commode, stopping to admire her bulging abdomen in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. Then, she went inside.

I drained the three-quart reservoir, figuring its contents had gone cold, and refilled it with two and a half quarts of hot water. This I hung on the chain. I glanced at the powder-room door and wondered if Cindy would insist on using the bulb again. Not that it wasn't fun, and I would happily give her whatever she wanted; but I had some other plans for enema number three.

Part IX

The powder-room door opened and Cindy emerged, pausing to examine her belly in the mirror. "Flat tummy," she remarked. "I'm always so much flatter after an enema."

"How are you feeling, Babe?" I asked

"Mmm... Wonderful ... mellow ... relaxed."

"It's amazing how good an empty colon feels."

"Yes, it is. More people should experience it."

"How's that little bunghole doing?"

"No worse for the wear." She approached me and ran her hand along my cheek. "I know you take good care of it. I love you so much..." We kissed. I slipped one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders so I could scoop her up, off her feet. "Whoa," she exclaimed, "wasn't expecting that." She put her arms around my neck and we kissed again.

"I won't disrupt your careful plans," she said. "Whatever you have in the works is fine with me." I deposited her on the platform. "So, what DO you have planned?"

"Be surprised," I answered. "FIrst, I want you to lie on your tummy."

"What for?" she asked as she rolled over.

"I want to rub your back ... give that colon of yours a little rest."

"Mmm... I like backrubs..." She lay with wrists crossed and her forehead resting on them.

I ran my hands along her shoulder blades. "You have a pretty back, Babe," I remarked as I stroked her the full length of her spine. "I like this birthmark on your shoulder."

"I want to have that removed," she said.

"You shouldn't. Imperfections are sexy. It's why I love your surgical scar."

"You have some odd ideas of sexy."

I ran my hands along her sides, feeling her ribs and the sides of her breasts. Then I slid them along her hips and down her shapely legs. "You have pretty legs, too."

"I'm happy with them," she replied.

"I think the backs of a girl's knees are sexy and yours are very sexy." I smoothed my palms along her calves and up her thighs and kissed her behind each knee. "And that is one terrific bottom."

"I suppose -- if you like oversized bottoms," she replied.

"It's the perfect size." I massaged her round, smooth buttocks, leaned over and kissed them. With my thumbs I spread them, exposing her pinkish-brown anus and planted a kiss on it.

Cindy giggled. "Nick -- what ARE you up to?"

"Just some preliminaries..." I nuzzled my face between her buttocks and began licking her from her vagina, up and across her anus, exploring her crinkly pucker with the tip of my tongue. I could taste her salty fluids oozing from her pussy.

"OH!" she gasped. "Nick -- that is so intense!"

I continued rimming her anus, working the tip of my tongue a short way into her orifice. Then, her pucker slick from a mix of my saliva and her own secretions I worked my index finger in, past the second knuckle while I continued caressing her bottom with my free hand. "You should feel what you feel like inside," I said, "warm, soft, moist..."

Sliding my finger out of her rectum I resumed rimming her and poking my tongue a bit further into her now somewhat dilated opening. Then, after covering her buttocks with kisses I coaxed her onto her back and positioned her athwart the mattress. "Lift your legs," I instructed and Cindy complied.

From the drawer I selected the retention nozzle and attached the large syringe used to inflate it with a short length of thin tubing. I made a circle with my left thumb and forefinger, inserted the nozzle and pressed the plunger to inflate it.

Cindy's eyes widened. "You want to use that?"

"We used it on me," I replied. "Have you ever experienced it?"

She shook her head. "No. I've only used it on patients."

"Come on, be a sport," I said as I tugged on the fitting end to demonstrate it would not pass back through my fingers. I pulled back the plunger to deflate the collar. "Do you have a problem using it?" I asked as I attached it to the hose leading to the full reservoir.

"Just a little nervous."

Pointing the nozzle's outlet into a pitcher I opened the hose clamp to flush air. The outflow I dumped back into the reservoir.

"Well... You can't stay a virgin forever..." I began smearing surgical lube onto the nozzle and them some on her anus, working it deep into her anal canal. I removed my finger and pressed the nozzle's tip to her slightly spread orifice. It slid in easily and I turned it downward before pushing it in all the way, making sure the inflation collar was well past her sphincter. "I'm going to inflate the collar," I said and depressed the plunger on the syringe. Cindy's eyes popped. "How does that feel?"

"Big inside me," she replied. "It takes some getting used to."

I tugged on the hose end of the nozzle to seat it firmly against the inside of her sphincter. "You can put your legs down," I said. Cindy lay with the soles of her feet touching, her knees bent and her thighs wide. The hose from the enema bag led between her legs to the nozzle in her bottom and the syringe to inflate the nozzle rested on the mattress. "Perfect. Now, relax..."

I stepped to the other side of the platform and slipped the pillow under her neck and shoulders. "Comfy?"

"Mmm..."

I reached over and snapped open the hose clamp, then stopped it down a notch to slow the flow. "Can you feel it?"

"I felt the cool surge and now the warmth. Feels good."

"Nozzle not too uncomfortable in your rectum?"

"Not too uncomfortable. Actually, I should've tried this earlier so I know what patients are experiencing."

"It's not something too easy to do on your own," I remarked.

"I suppose not ... like the bulb enemas." Cindy smoothed her palms against her belly. "The water's flowing in incredibly easily ... probably because I'm so relaxed." She pressed her hand on the right side of her abdomen above her scar. "I can feel the warmth reaching to here."

"So, the enema has already found it's way into your cecum," I remarked. "All it needs to do now is fill it up." From a shelf underneath the platform I retrieved a bottle of hand lotion, opened it and squeezed a big blob into my palm. I held it for a while to warm it. "Here's something to kill time while we wait for that to happen," I said and then coated Cindy's nipples with the lotion and began a languid but deep massage of her breasts. I stroked them front to back with frequent caressing and pinching her nipples.

Cindy's jaw slackened and her eyelids drooped. "Oh, God, Nick -- this feels so good. The warm water flowing in and filling me ... your touch is perfect. Mmm..."

She began running her fingers from her hipbone up to her ribs and down again. The level in the reservoir had dropped to the half-way mark and already I could discern swelling in her abdomen. "Getting full," I remarked. "I can see a bulge forming."

"Yes," she replied as she probed her abdomen with her fingertips. "The pressure, the volume, the warmth ... so arousing... Mmm..."

"Any cramping?" I asked.

"No. All I feel is the warmth and fullness."

I continued my slow and deep massage of Cindy's breasts, pinching her areolas so I could feel the hard shaft of her piercings. I could also feel her heart, its beating becoming stronger and faster. Her thighs twitched as I tugged on her piercings and rolled her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

"Getting really full," she said as she stroked her abdomen. Indeed, the distention was becoming very noticeable.

"Relax and let it all in," I said as I stroked and pulled her nipples. They had become very tall and firm. I watched the water level continue to drop until it reached the fitting at the bottom of the reservoir. "It's all in," I said and reached over to close the clamp. "With that retention nozzle you don't worry about leaking," I remarked.

"Yes, it's quite a luxury." Cindy pressed her fingers against her belly, tracing the structures of her colon through her flesh. I could see the bulge of her cecum on the right side of her belly, and distention in the lower left quadrant of her abdomen from her distended sigmoid colon. "Look how big my tummy is," she said as she ran her palms along her abdomen.

"It's as big as I've ever seen it. I think it makes you look sexy. Can you hold it for a while?"

"With that thing in my bottom I have no choice."

"You're not uncomfortable, are you?"

She shook her head. "Just very, very full."

"Good." I reached under the platform and retrieved the other object I had planted there -- a cordless Magic Wand style vibrator. Switching on to a medium-low setting I pressed its head between Cindy's thighs and held it against her pussy. I slid it up and down until I found a spot that caused her thighs to quiver and held it firmly against her there. With my left hand I continued my languid caressing of her left breast and nipple.

Cindy's jaw dropped. "Oh, God!" she gasped. "Feels so good!" I watched her ribs heave as her breathing deepened and she became vocal. "OH! OH! OH!" she gasped and I could feel her heart's throbbing become racing. "You're gonna make me come," she panted, as she continued to stroke her distended belly.

I kept the vibrator's head against her clit and continued slowly stroking her breast and pinching her nipple. Her breathing became loud gasping, then panting.

Cindy drew in a deep breath and groaned. Her legs shook and she drew back her thighs. "OH!" she gasped. Panting hard she pounded the mattress, then drew in another breath and yelped. "Oh, GOD!" she cried, "STOP!"

I lifted the vibrator from her. She lay limp, her face and neck red, her eyes closed and panting to regain her breath. Reaching between her thighs I placed my hand on her vulva, my middle finger between her labia and resting on her clit.

I watched as her panting subsided. Her belly jerked and her legs twitched. "I'm still feeling it," she said. "I had lots, Nick. Lots ... couldn't count ... but lots."

"Horns clipped then?" I asked.

"Yeah, until they grow back," she said with a smile. Cindy pressed her palms against her belly. "Really full ... really, really, really full..."

"Ready to expel?" I asked.

"Yeah... I'll try doing it here this time," she said, "since you went to all the trouble. No guarantees -- I'm pretty self-conscious about this sort of thing. Tell me what I need to do."

"Scoot down a little so your butt's on the edge. I'll take out the nozzle." I went to the other side of the platform and picked up the syringe. Pulling back the plunger I deflated the collar and then slid it from her rectum. I set the nozzle on a towel near her and opened the floor panels covering the fibreglass pan. "Lift your legs..." I watched her draw back and hold her thighs. "God, you're flexible. I couldn't get my legs back half that far. Now, just let'er rip."

"I'm trying..."

"Let the enema do it -- it's going to want out sooner or later."

"Oh, it wants out, now." Cindy drew in a breath, closed her eyes and clenched her jaw. Watching her bottom I could see her anus begin to bulge and her annular sphincter muscle began to protrude. Then, her orifice dilated and a trickle of water emerged from it, followed by a long gush that made an arcing trajectory hitting the pan dead-center.

"That's it," I said. "Relax and let it out." She drew in another breath and with a grunt sent another stream into the pan. "I'll rub your tummy." I went to the other side of the platform so I could lean over and massage her belly, this time from low on her right side up, over and down.

Cindy drew in another breath and I could feel the muscles in her abdomen harden as she tensed them to bear down and send more of the enema into the pan.

"I can feel your belly relaxing and deflating," I said.

"Feels really good pushing it out."

"You always tell me that expelling an enema is half the fun."

"Right... " She grunted and bore down with diminishing results. "I think it's stuck," she said.

"Give it time."

"Sometimes what it needs is to send some more in. Nick -- can you give me about a pint of cold water?"

"Cold water? How cold?"

"Cold from the tap is good enough."

I closed the floor panels and dumped about a pint of cold tap water into the reservoir. From the drawer I retrieved a douche tip, attached it to the hose and flushed the air. After dabbing her bottom with a Kleenex I lubed her anus, slid in the tip and opened the clamp.

"Mmm... It is cold," she said as the water emptied into her rectum. "Cold causes cramping but it also can bring a stubborn enema down in a hurry."

I closed the clamp, removed the nozzle and re-opened the floor panels. "Whenever you're ready," I said.

Cindy pressed her hand to her abdomen. "I think it's working ... I'll give it a little longer..." She held back her legs, closed her eyes, bore down and expelled a long gush, followed by another. "I can feel the temperature change from cold to warm as I expel it."

"At least you know for sure you've expelled it all."

"Yeah... It's much easier for my colon to move the enema lower when I'm on my back ... I'm not fighting gravity." Cindy closed her eyes and tensed the muscles in her abdomen. A third gush was punctuated with bursts of gas. "Oops, 'scuse me," she said shyly. "Actually when that happens I know I'm nearly done." She expelled a couple more squirts. "Yeah, I think I'm done."

"Stay put..." I opened the panel and retrieved the hose. Turning valves I ran water though it until it was warm. Then, I rinsed Cindy's bottom and daubed it with a towel.

"Mmm, thank you for that," she said with a smile.

I used the hose to rinse down the fibreglass pan. "That was quite the lady-like expulsion," I remarked. "Not much in the way of chunkage."

"That wasn't the case with the first enema," she replied. "My colon was full and in need of a cleanout."

"A cleanout it has had," I replied as I shut off the water, replaced the hose and closed the floor panels. Cindy sat up, her legs dangling from the edge of the mattress.

She pressed her hands against her flat abdomen. "Mmm... Really empty inside, now." I approached her and scooped her up. "Where are we going?" she asked.

"Upstairs to bed, little girl. You have had a busy day."

I carried her upstairs to the master bedroom and set her on the bed. She slid her legs between the sheets and I joined her. Holding her under my arm we cuddled.

"Going to turn the light off?" she asked.

"In due time. I want to savor the moment ... feel you in my arms ... let the fragrance of your hair fill my nostrils." I nuzzled her hair and inhaled her scent. "Going to bed alone was the worst part of you being away."

"For me, too. I need this so much and to think not so long ago I despaired of having anything like this." She pulled herself tight against me. "Nick ... how did you become inspired to build that dungeon?"

"Playroom," I replied. "It's a playroom." I ran my hand along her shoulder blade. "For a while I've been killing time by visiting enema websites and forums."

"You've been lurking in enema special interest forums?" she asked.

"Indeed. The amazing thing about the Internet is, no matter how outside the mainstream are your interests, you'll find a community of like-minded individuals ready to share and support your interests. In one forum a discussion erupted about what would be the perfect setting for enemas. I read the various replies and decided to build one."

"I can't find fault with it. I can't wait to try it with you on the receiving end."

"Neither can I." I continued stroking the small of her back and her round buttocks.

"Mmm...," she said. "It was different tonight."

"Different? How? I mean, I thought you were having a good one. You're usually not as vocal as you were tonight."

"That's because usually I need to work for one."

"What do you mean?"

"Once my arousal builds to the point that I think I can come, I need to concentrate ... focus. I can't just ... abandon myself to the sensations; otherwise it'll slip away. It's like meditating -- driving everything else from my mind and concentrating on one thing. I need to climb the hill. Once I feel my climax starting ... then I can ride the sensations down. Actually, achieving orgasm isn't that important to me. What I crave is the intimacy. I don't need a climax to be satisfied. If I don't feel I can reach orgasm -- that's okay with me."

"That would be frustrating to me," I remarked.

"What's frustrating is if I think I can -- if I'm trying to reach orgasm -- but can't. Now THAT's frustrating." She caressed my cheek. "This isn't about you or your lovemaking, Nick. You're a wonderful lover -- generous and giving ... and, patient. You're patient with me and I need that. Sex with you is one hundred percent satisfying and you've never left me frustrated or wanting more. No, this is about me and how I respond. At least, most of the time. But, not tonight."

"What was different tonight?" I asked.

"I was so aroused ... the first two enemas with the bulb syringe -- I never imagined I'd enjoy that. I loved the buildup, filling the bulb, the anticipation..." She looked up at me. "How you played with the nozzle ... and then the hot surge when you squirted it into me. It really was like foreplay, and even after expelling them I still had a glow from the stimulation. Talking about it now makes me want to do it again."

"I do believe you're strongly anal-erotic," I remarked.

"So are you," she replied.

"Not as much as you. It's okay -- it's simply how you're wired."

"Then, with the third enema ... the retention nozzle inflated in my rectum. You're right -- I hadn't experienced it before ... the warmth and the volume of the water ... how you were touching my breasts... You do good foreplay, Nick, though sometime I think you rush it a bit. Not tonight. Tonight was perfect. By the time all the enema was in me, I already was a hair's breadth from coming."

"Do you think being away for four weeks had anything to do with it?"

"Perhaps... When you put the vibrator on me, I knew I would come. It wasn't a matter of if, but of when. I just lay there, lost in the sensations ... and, it happened. I don't know if it was a string of orgasms or jus one long one. All I know is, it was wonderful."

"Maybe we just hit upon the formula that you need."

"Maybe..."

"Maybe we can work some of what we learned tonight into our regular lovemaking."

"Maybe..." Cindy snuggled closer to me. "Right now I feel mellow and relaxed and satisfied. I want to savor that feeling and hope it lasts until morning."

I reached up and switched off the light. Caressing her arm and back I held her as slumber spread over her -- her body relaxing, her breathing becoming deep and regular and her muscles making occasional twitches. Then I closed my eyes.

THE END