Author: Ron
The Saturday weather had turned nasty; freezing rain, snow, and gray gloom. I trudged the half-mile from the bus stop to the medical school. I was a senior in high school and had an after-school job doing various things at one of the department labs. I’d had to miss a few days because of exams, and being a conscientious nerdy kid I felt I needed to catch up.
I removed my rubber overshoes and hung up my coat and hat in the cloak room. To my surprise dr. Blank emerged from the ladies room. “Why, Ronald, what on earth are you doing here in this terrible weather? I thought I’d be the only person daft enough to come in. I have an experiment I need to keep my eye on, but you?”
I stammered that I had to catch up on my work in the darkroom. Dr. Barbara blank was a British protein chemist on fellowship here for the year. She was of medium height, blond, attractive, and until this moment had icily ignored me whenever we passed in the hallway. Her chirpy greeting now was out of character. She was not known for friendliness or warmth among the scientists or staff. I was flattered, of course, and puzzled. I’d heard she was about 35, well-regarded as a scientist, and recently divorced.
“Well, it will be nice to have company and get to know each other. Tell me, what exactly is it you do in that darkroom of yours? I rarely see you outside of it.”
“I’m making contact prints of the glass slides the scientists use for lectures for a catalogue and file. It’s never been done and there are a couple thousand.”
“I don’t know what a contact print is. Could I join you in the darkroom later so you can show me how you make the prints?”
“Of course, anytime. Just knock.” I replied, still puzzled by her sudden interest in me, a 16 year old naïve and nerdy kid. But I did get excited at the thought of being in a small dark space with this older pretty woman. My fantasies went into high gear.
A half-hour later came a knock on the door.” Yoo-hoo, it’s me, Barbara. Can I come in?”
I opened the inner and outer doors and she entered. The room was not ventilated. It was warm and lighted dimly by a red safe-light. The atmosphere was close and intimate.
Barbara stood behind me as I explained the simple process of contact printing the slides. She drew closer as I estimated exposure times and asked how I did it. “Just trial and error, and soon it became easy.”
Then I felt Barbara pressing her breasts against me, first it felt accidental, then when she didn’t back away but pressed harder into my back I sort of froze.
She started to grind her pelvis into my backside and her breathing changed as she pressed harder and added forward thrusts to her movements. I rapidly got aroused, as a 16 year old with copious fantasies but no experience would do.
She turned me around and started to grind her crotch into my thigh, and grabbed me with both arms and delivered the first erotic deep kisses I’d ever had.
Next, she reached for my fly and unzipped it. She released my rigid penis from my underwear and held it while she turned around with her back to me and bent way over, leaning against a low shelf. She lifted her skirt to her waist and guided my penis around the edge of her panties far into her dripping cunt. My first time in a woman, and the thrill of feeling the wet warmth of a pulsating vagina was nearly unbearable. Then suddenly Barbara pulled me out of her vagina saying “you naughty boy! I don’t want you to make me pregnant. Come in this way!” She aimed my throbbing penis upward and I felt myself overcoming a slight resistance and then sliding deep into her rectum.
We stood there bucking back and forth until after a few minutes of ecstasy I shot my load into her. Barbara shuddered and moaned loudly. If anyone had been in the hallway they would have heard us climax.
We left the darkroom and went to her office. She perched herself on her desk with her knees at her chest. I couldn’t take my eyes off her bulging pussy, some brown hairs showing around the edges of her panties.
“Well, Ronnie, that was your first time, wasn’t it?” “Yes dr. Blank. It was.” “Call me Barbara. After all we’ve been as intimate as a man and a woman can be, haven’t we?” “I guess so” I stammered, very happy, relieved and somewhat embarrassed and scared.
“Since this was your first time and you gave me much pleasure I’d like to bring you to my apartment and teach you the many ways a man can pleasure a woman and vice versa. The prints can wait. What I can show you will stand you in good stead with your future girl friends. Will you come with me?”
“I like to very much” I said.
We walked through the storm the few blocks to her apartment building. We doffed our outer clothes and Barbara led me into her small bedroom.
“What you may have learned today is that a woman’s anus and rectum are very sensitive and erotic to her. Not merely her vagina. Do you know what a woman’s clitoris is and where to find it?”
“No, I don’t”
“It’s amazing how little men know about the pleasure women want and how to give it to them. The men are timid and few women are bold enough to ask for what they want. Sexual pleasure can be experienced many different ways, but most people are unadventurous or incurious, or just scared. That’s what I’m going to teach you and we’ll both have a lot of fun doing it!”
With that she lay down on the bed lifted her skirt, removed her panties and spread her legs wide. “Come here, Ronnie. Do you see this little nubbin of tissue above my vagina? That’s my clitoris, and it’s the most sensitive part of a woman’s anatomy. It’s analogous to a man’s penis. Now touch it and rub it and see what happens.”
I touched her clitoris gently, then started to rub it vigorously. Barbara began to gyrate her pelvis and moan. Her vaginal secretions wet the bed. She reached up and took my head in her hands and guided my mouth to her labia and then to her clitoris. I sucked and tongued her for several minutes until she had a long and noisy orgasm. We lay together in each others arms for a half-hour, quietly, fondling each other. I think I fell in love with her then.
“Come with me. I’m going to share with you a secret weapon.” We went into her small bathroom. She opened a closet and took out what I recognized instantly was a rubber fountain syringe with an enema tip attached. I was momentarily worried that she‘d want to use it on me.
“Did you ever play doctor with your little girlfriends when you were a kid ? Did you ever give them play enemas? And did they enjoy it?”
“Well, when I was 12 Lois, the girl upstairs, a year younger, and I often played doctor. She used to babysit and I’d keep her company. She never touched me but I would take off her panties and “examine” her. One night we were rummaging around the bathroom and found a rectal bulb syringe. I asked if I could give her an enema and she agreed. I filled the bulb with warm water and had a jar of Vaseline on the sink. I placed her over my lap, lifted her dress, pulled down her panties
And spread a gob of Vaseline around her pink little hole. She said “put some in me.” I inserted my finger and spread the Vaseline in her lower rectum. Lois was clearly enjoying this, so was I. Then I inserted the syringe and squeezed the enema into her. She squealed with pleasure. “Put more in” I refilled the syringe 3 times until Lois wanted to expel her enema.
We did this many times over the next year until her family moved to another city.
“Well, you certainly had an early sex life. did you ever put your finger into her vagina ? or try to insert you penis ?”
“No. we were both too scared. We knew what we were doing was wrong. But while she was getting her enemas I’d notice some sticky fluid between her legs, but we never mentioned it. We just played with enemas.”
“Well, Ronnie, now that you’re so experienced I want you to give me a nice big warm enema. You’ll be the first man to do it to me. To be honest, one of my girlfriends in London shared my love of enemas and we sometimes would give each other enemas and insert dildos—artificial penises –into each other’s vaginas and rectums. Will you favour me with your cooperation?”
“Of course, I’ll be glad to. I think I’m going to enjoy giving you an enema, Barbara. I really like you.”
With that Barbara filled the bag with warm water, added some liquid soap and shook it to make suds. She handed me the enema tip and a jar of Vaseline and dropped to her knees, her head resting on her arms. “You know what to do. Play with me first she said in an almost little-girl voice.
I got down on my knees and spread her cheeks, rubbing a large gob of Vaseline around her light brown anus. Then I inserted my finger as far as I could and spread the Vaseline around her rectal wall. Barbara began to breathe deeply and her voiced quavered: “give me the enema now”
I inserted the enema tip and began the flow. I inserted my fingers deep in to her vagina and moved them in and out. Her breathing accelerated. I withdrew my fingers and slipped my very turgid penis into her vagina, masturbating her clitoris with my hand. Just as I felt myself about to come I withdrew the enema tip and thrust myself into her rectum. She let out a “yes, yes, that’s just what I wanted you to do!” Her water- filled rectum embraced my penis in warm and pulsating contractions. We both came in moments. Barbara couldn’t hold the enema and sat on the toilet while I rested on her bed.
Later we lay in each other’s arms. It was amazing. Here I was a 16 year old ex-virgin with a mature pretty woman who shared my fascination with enemas.
At her request I gave her two more tap water enemas to wash out the remaining soap which was giving her cramps. Each time I had anal intercourse with her.
Complete vaginal intercourse had to wait. Only a few days, in fact… using condoms. We enjoyed each other, I always giving her enemas before intercourse. she taught me mutual oral sex, mutual masturbation, and once I let her give me an enema. She enjoyed this more than I did. Barbara seemed to revert to a little girl during our enema play, perhaps identifying with my old playmate Lois. There was no question that we enjoyed each other immensely, beyond our sexual relationship.
We had no untoward incidents. No one at the lab suspected anything. Barbara ignored me at work as she had before our encounter. She never missed a period.
And she taught me much about women and myself. Indeed it stood me in good stead when I got a bit older and started to date. I was able to pleasure women as they had never experienced until me. And several wanted to experiment getting enemas and having anal intercourse. I think I made a lot of them happy as they discovered what was possible in their sex lives.
For several months Barbara and I carried on, until she had to return to London.
That was many years ago. We corresponded until we both got married and started raising families. I think of her often, fondly and with gratitude.
