by Helen Fromme
Jenni Halstead graduated college in 1955, got her very first job and found a cute little efficiency apartment. Life was good and its promise full as she looked down the road to a career she'd wanted since she was in the fourth grade. Jenni was fortunate not to be born with drop dead good looks. Alas, all too often that's a curse that has women believing they're entitled to a lot more than their due. When they fail to collect what they believe the world owes them, they hit major frustration that often lasts a lifetime. No, Jenni Halstead was born not beautiful, but not unattractive, either. In fact, she was more than passably pretty. Some would describe her as having an extra layer of fat all over. Since she was round and full where runway models were flat and angular, one could say that was an accurate description. With a round bottom and full round breasts she was soft and, with an oval face from which violet blue eyes looked out and a modestly full mouth smiled, she was a delight to behold.
A few weeks after she started her career, she met Rob, a guy in another department who was two years her senior and, at six feet two, ten inches taller than she. While Rob was smart in a geeky kind of way, and nice, he wasn't overly articulate and, unless the subject was Literature, Mathematics or the restoration of antique cars, he didn't have much to say. The longer Jenni knew him, the more his broad vocabulary impressed her and the more surprised she was that he didn't use it for better communication. Well, she decided, Rob just didn't like to talk much. But, as I said, he was a nice guy. With his various projects, he didn't have a lot of time, but managed to take Jenni out three times in four weeks. At the end of their third date, Rob tried hard to get Jenni to allow him to spend the night. She made him a counter-offer. If he'd date her one weekend day a week, either Friday or Saturday, and they'd alternate the treat, she'd allow him to stay the night. "All right!" Rob said, and that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. It wasn't and wouldn't be anything more than a beautiful friendship. Rob didn't have the time and Jenni didn't have the interest in a full-blown relationship.
The dates, which were dinner and a movie, play or concert, were delightful. Remember this was 1955 when men wore suits or sport coats and ties, they shaved every day and they wore leather shoes which they spit-shined to a mirror gloss. Jenni looked great, too, with her beautifully coifed shoulder-length dark brown hair, in her full skirt, blouse or pullover, saddle shoes, and an ankle bracelet Rob had given her with her initials on the front and his on the back.
After the first date under this new arrangement, Jenni, true to her word, had Rob as her guest. To ease their nerves, Jenni made Irish Coffee, pouring a very generous slug of Bourbon in each of two mugs. As the whiskey eased in, the two got better acquainted and, one by one, articles of clothing were removed. Jenni opened the convertible sofa, pulled down the covers and encouraged Rob to get naked and slide in. As he managed that, she adjourned to the bathroom where she squeezed a generous amount of spermicidal jelly on a diaphragm and inserted it neatly up against her cervix. Wearing a bathrobe she'd had hung on the back of the bathroom door, she emerged into the dim light, moved to her side of the sofa bed, sat down, shed the robe and slid in as close to Rob as she could. My Lord, Rob was in Seventh Heaven!
"Gently, Rob, honey," she said as he pressed his lips to hers and rammed his erect penis against her leg. As she felt a jewel of pre-cum, she knew Rob was almost beyond gentle. Nevertheless, he tried and she made allowances for the probability he hadn't been with a woman in a while. She rolled on her side and pressed her tummy against him while she kissed him deeply. His English Leather after shave, her very favorite, was an aphrodisiac. Like Rob, she hadn't been in a sexual situation in a while. When Rob touched her center, they both knew she was more than ready.
"Now, honey, please," she said as she lay on her back, spread her legs and made his entrance easy.
"Oh, my God," he said as he thrust deep into her.
Her head was swimming, but she asked, "Can you hold with me for just half a minute?"
"I'll...I'll try...Oh, hell! Oh, godammit! I can't...I can't...Oh, I'm so sorry! I can't help it." He came immediately. "I hate it when I cum so fast. It's not fair to you."
Jenni thought he was close to tears. "Don't move out, Rob. Stay. You're big enough in there that you won't fall out." She tightened the scissors grip on his legs. "It'll be all right."
"Really? You're not mad at me?"
"No, sweetheart, I'm most certainly not mad at you. Just stay here with me and we'll hold each other close. Okay, sweetie?"
"Well, yeah. If that's all right."
She could feel the tension easing out of the man and, in another minute, she could feel tension going back in in a very special place.
"Oh, my," he marveled, "it's coming back up."
"Of course it is. All you have to do is relax."
He moved, gently at first then more rhythmically for long moments until...
"Now...Now Rob, Oh yes! Yes!" She let out a kind of keening sound followed by some small grunts as her insides spasmed and her walls heated and squeezed against her man. "I'm cumming! I'm cummmmiinnnnggg!!!"
In flaming passion Rob stopped moving and jammed up tight inside her. This time he felt no guilt as he splashed his essence up against her diaphragm. From deep in his manhood he came and, from deep in his chest could be heard a most satisfied low rumble.
She held him to her until the muscles in her legs began to ache then, gently, she pushed against his shoulder and he rolled onto his back. Jenni lay her head in the hollow of his shoulder and went to sleep. For an hour. Rob woke her and they made love again, this time for such a long time, Rob began to worry that he'd cum at all. She knew he would and she also knew her orgasms would be more like tremors than major quakes. On Jenni's third little rippling orgasm, Rob came in volume. Then they slept for the night.
In the morning, Jenni declined another round of good sex and fixed breakfast after which Rob went happily home.
It went that way for several weeks until, one Friday night, after dinner and a concert, as Jenni asked Rob up, he said he didn't feel well and thought he'd better go home.
"What on earth is the matter?" she asked.
"It's sort of...well, embarrassing."
"What could possibly be embarrassing between you and me?"
"Oh, I don't know," he said as he looked away.
Jenni said nothing, but kept looking for an answer.
"I guess I shouldn't be embarrassed. It happens to everyone once in while."
"What happens, Rob?" she asked directly.
"Well, this morning I took some Milk of Magnesia. It usually acts by around noon, but today it didn't act at all and I'm feeling miserable."
"Why didn't you say something? We didn't have to have dinner."
"I know, but I didn't want to disappoint you."
Her tummy flipped in excitement at what she was about to say. "Oh, Rob. I'm sorry. I didn't know. But I do know, if Milk of Mag doesn't work, you need an enema."
"Indeed, I do and I plan to stop at a drugstore on my way home, get an enema set and do just that."
"If you don't have enema equipment, how do you know how to use it?"
"My mom gave me enemas as a kid and I'm sure I haven't forgotten. Besides, I guess it's pretty straight-forward," he smiled.
"It is, but if you don't know much about it, you can have a pretty bad time. Come upstairs. I have enema equipment and I know how to use it."
"Really?" he asked in mild surprise.
"You bet. I have an enema every Sunday afternoon and more often if I get constipated."
"Really?" He was even more surprised.
As they climbed the stairs, the tension building in Jenni was palpable. For this kind of excitement she was glad her sexual parts were hidden inside. She was going to give Rob an enema!
"This will go really well, Rob," she assured him as they reached her floor. "I gave enemas to my little sister as she was growing up. In fact, she'd ask Mom if it was all right for me to give them to her and Mom was always pleased." Once inside, she told him to strip down to his shorts as she undressed and put on a pair of pajamas. The PJs were navy blue with white checks here and there and they fit perfectly over her soft, round bottom and full breasts. She couldn't help notice the pajama tops showed her erect nipples. Well, sooner or later, she'd tell Rob her interests in the enema amounted to more than just good health.
She went into the bathroom, closed the door, voided her bladder then opened the door. Next, from the little linen closet, she removed her hot water bottle combination and hung it by its stout metal hook on a towel bar while she filled the washbowl with very warm water into which she rolled a bar of Ivory over and over in her hand until the water was milky. The hose, which wasn't connected to the bottle, hung across the towel bar. At the end of the tubing was a black, curved vaginal nozzle. Five inches from the tip was a baby bottle nipple-shield. With a metal tumbler, she filled the hot water bottle to the brim. As she was connecting the adapter, she noticed Rob standing in the doorway with his jockey shorts folded and pressed against his front. Did he have an erection? My heavens, yes! He had an erection!
"Why the modesty?" she asked kindly as she allowed a little water to flow through the tubing. After she'd hung the bag back on the towel bar, she took a jar of Vaseline out of the medicine cabinet.
"Oh, it's an old problem. Goes back to when my mother used to give me enemas years ago. I thought I'd outgrown it."
"You have an erection." It was more like a question.
"I'm afraid so. My mom wouldn't give me an enema when my father was home because he insisted - and these are his exact words, ‘anything stuck up a boys ass will make him queer' and I thought...well, you know.
By Jenni's expression, Rob could see she didn't know.
"Well...I thought, since I got a hard-on, I must be queer. That's why I haven't had an enema since Mom gave me my last one. I've always taken Milk of Magnesia."
"I'm so sorry, Rob," she said with genuine sympathy. "Although there's often nothing to explain some of the stuff we pick up from our parents, I doubt you have any homosexual interests."
Rob was thoughtful and, as usual when it came to talking about himself, taciturn.
"Let me assure you that I wouldn't make any judgment if you did. We're all born different and some guys just prefer guys. That's fine, but I don't think you're one of them."
"No, I'm not. In fact, the very thought of getting an enema from a guy is..." He hunted for he right word. "Insufferable."
"I believe it. Now, let me tell you a lot of guys get erections with enemas." Since she could see he didn't believe her, she went one step further. "And a lot of women get excited, too."
"You're kidding."
Her facial expression told him she wasn't. "There are a lot of special nerve endings all around people's middle areas and filling somebody's rectum with warm water is usually a stimulant for men or women."
"But, you don't have prostrate glands. I think that's my problem."
"Prostate," she corrected him.
"Right. Prostate. Prostrate is what I enjoy being with you," he laughed.
"Thank you, Rob, I'm highly complimented." She smiled broadly. "But I don't think having an erection with an enema is a problem. In fact, I think it's an advantage. Think of the people who don't like enemas and then think about how good they really feel to you. Since the enema is the best treatment for constipation, think how lucky you are to be able to really enjoy it. If you could just relax and accept that."
"I'll try, but do me a favor."
"Sure."
"Take off those pajamas and get naked like me." With that he tossed his shorts in a corner of the bathroom and stood there with his hard penis in full view. With no extra fat, as he stood there tightening his abdominal muscles, he looked terrific!
Jenni took off her PJs and hung them on the back of the bathroom door. Her round breasts were firm and, no doubt about it, the nipples were erect. She looked luscious. Next she placed two folded towels on the floor and spread another in front of the second one.
"I'm ready, Rob. Are you?"
"Yes, I am. Really."
"Then place your knees on this folded towel and get your shoulders down low."
He did as she commanded and she got on her knees on the folded towel next to him.
From the jar of Vaseline, she took a gob on her fingertip. "I'm going
to lube your bottom, Rob," she said a second before she smeared the
stuff on his anus. Back and forth she massaged his rosebud then took
another gob and said, "you'll feel my finger inside you." In another
second, that's exactly what he felt as Jenni fingered his rectum and,
with her fingertip, found his prostate and applied enough pressure to
cause a jewel of pre-cum.
"Now the nozzle, sweetie."
Gently but surely she placed her left hand against his bottom and, with her fingers, spread his buttocks. The tactile sense was electric. Again, her tummy flipped and she imagined vaginal juices oozing over her labia. With a pushing and screwing motion she insinuated the shaft to its nipple hilt.
As Rob felt the curved pipe enter him and, very slowly, slide...slide...slide until he felt the shield press tightly against his anus, his penis expressed another jewel of pre-cum.
"You must admit, Rob, that feels good."
"I must," he answered, breathlessly.
"Now, you're gonna get it," she said as, click!, she opened the metal clamp. At first the water wasn't warm but, in a few seconds, it came in very warm.
Rob took a quick breath.
"Feel all right, honey?" she asked.
"Wonderful. I must admit. Just wonder...oh, hell. Oh, Jesus, Jenni...Oh, my God, here comes my hair trigger..." He could say no more as his prostate and all his other seminal organs pumped, pumped, pumped seminal fluid onto the stretched-out towel. Besides his small grunts, the sound of his sperm dropping onto the towel was all that was heard.
Allowing Rob a little time to recover, Jenni had stopped the flow.
Remaining in the knee-chest position with the nozzle in his rectum, he said, "That never happened before. I can hear my father now."
"Rob, please don't be ashamed. There's nothing - I hate the expression, but it's your father's, not mine - queer - about you or about getting excited with an enema. Would I be doing something perverted with you?"
"Well, no."
"Of course not. Now, I'm gonna start the enema again." Click! And it was flowing.
As the enema infused the man's bowel, Jenni said, "With all due respect to your father, Rob, he had a flawed view of enemas. I suspect he experienced erections with enemas and just couldn't handle it. Do you think?"
"Possibly." Rob hadn't thought of that.
As they
discussed these complicated ideas, the bag drained. At about half way,
she asked, "how you doing, sweetie."
"I'm pretty full."
Click. She closed the clamp. "We'll wait for a minute. You take some deep breaths through your mouth. Did your mom tell you about that?"
Again, he did as she told him and, after a very few breaths, said, "no. That's a trick she didn't know. Oh, that's neat! I think I can take the rest. I just wish I hadn't cum, though."
"It's perfectly all right, Rob."
"Oh, I don't mean that. I mean the enema would have been easier and felt a whole lot better of I had stayed hard."
"I see. And I agree, but you're doing so well. In fact, you've got the whole two quarts. Can you hold it for a few minutes?"
"I'll try."
He did try, but he struggled, taking puppy dog breaths. In another minute, a little water leaked down the inside of one of his legs.
"I really gotta go," he insisted. Jenni removed the nozzle, Rob got to his feet, turned around and sat on the toilet.
"I'd like to stay for just a few minutes to make sure you won't get dizzy," she said.
"That's all right. My mom stayed well into my bowel movement and, surprisingly, I wasn't the least bit embarrassed."
At first only a little water dribbled, but in a few minutes the man was passing solid stuff. In a few more minutes, he bent forward with a cramp. "Oh, boy. I should have taken the Milk of Mag three days ago."
"Have you been constipated for three days?" she asked, incredulously.
"I'm afraid so," he replied, hesitantly.
"Next time, you get constipated for two days - at most - you tell me and, if you like, I'll give you an enema."
The more cramps hit the man, the more excited he became and his erection began to return. A little then a little more. Half way and, finally, full length, red and hard!
"Do the cramps feel good, honey?"
"For some reason, it's a pleasurable pain. I can't understand it."
Jenni ran some warm water into the washbowl, mixed some Ivory over and over in her hand and then grasped his penis. "Does this feel good?" she asked as she began stroking him.
"Oh, does it ever!"
"I imagine, as the tummy aches come on, your hot insides flip over and over." In a softer voice, as she masturbated the man, locking her dark blue eyes on his brown ones, she said, "Jenni's giving you an enema." Her face had taken on an ever-so-slight blush and her nostrils flared. "You must always tell Jenni when you need an enema. You must never get so constipated again." She paused then continued in her soft voice as she stoked his erect penis. "Enema. Isn't it a lovely word? I'm giving you an enema, a good, warm soapy enema that's gonna get all that nasty stuff out of you. Jenni's giving you an enema..."
That did it. His penis shot one spurt and Jenni leaned over, opened her mouth and caught each of the next shots until the last little one that didn't rise high enough to reach her open mouth. She swallowed. It was sweet and salty.
"You're doing really well, Rob. Since the smell is becoming strong, I can tell you it's a successful enema. That's always a good sign." She excused herself, left the bathroom and closed the door.
Sitting in the little dining alcove which was just outside the bathroom door, she could still hear Rob's sounds of evacuation. She enjoyed every one of them. Finally, the toilet flushed and air spray was heard masking the odors. Next were the sounds of Rob washing his hands. Jenni made her way to the sofa bed and lay down.
With all the sincerity he could command, Rob said as he emerged, "That was so good. I feel like I've had an overhaul. If I may be indelicate..." He smiled.
"Please do," she encouraged.
"My rectum burns so nice. The soap, I assume?"
She nodded and smiled.
"I now want you so badly, but it'll be a while before I'll be up again."
"Let's sleep on it."
Wordlessly, he slid into the sofa bed next to her, she shut off the light, put her head on his shoulder and went immediately to sleep. He followed only minutes later.
Ninety minutes later, he pressed his erect penis against her leg, she woke and turned on the light.
"Look up at the ceiling," she pointed.
At first he didn't see it, but then, "A screw hook. In the ceiling," he pronounced.
"I hang a straight length of wire on that. At the bottom of the wire is a length of lightweight chain. On that chain I hang my enema bag and I lie here on a towel with a plastic bag under it and take my enemas."
"Wonderful! You don't have to lie on the floor. It must be so easy here on the bed."
"It is and, in a few minutes I'm gonna make myself a nice, soapy enema just like I gave you and I'm gonna lie here and take it all in and you know what I'd like you to do while I take it?"
"Make love to you?" he asked, clearly confused.
"No. I want you to give me oral pleasure. Would you like that?"
"While you're getting an enema?"
"While I'm getting a nice, warm, very soapy enema."
"All right!"
Rob sat on the edge of the sofa bed as Jenni rigged up the wire, made up her enema and hung it on the chain. The bottom of the bag was just two feet above the bed. She wiped a bit of Vaseline on her anus, lay down and inserted the nozzle. Next the clamp was opened and, as she partially closed her eyes, the enema started filling her bowel. Without a word, Rob got in between her legs, moved his mouth to her folds and, with his tongue, found her clitoris.
"Take it easy, honey. Go slow. I don't want to cum until I have the enema."
Rob took his cue and tongued only her labia as she watched the bag drain. Because she wasn't constipated, she didn't have to stop. She felt the skin across her belly stretch as her abdomen distended. When the bag was empty, she said, "Now, Rob. Eat me!" And he did, aggressively for very few minutes.
When Jenni came this time, all the world shook. She made no effort at being quiet as she let out one howl after the other and gently lifted her pelvis against Rob's face. It was a long, long intense orgasm and, when it was over and she asked Rob to kiss her, she tasted herself on his tongue. Then she noticed the towel under her bottom was warm and wet. Because she always leaked when she had an enema-induced orgasm, that wasn't unexpected. When she went into the bathroom, Rob asked if she wanted him with her, but assuring him she took all her enemas alone, she declined. Could he sit just outside the bathroom door and listen? After all, turn about was fair play. Smiling, Jenni assured him that would be just fine. It was the first time Rob had ever heard a woman expelling an enema and he savored every sound.
When she was finished she, too, felt like she'd had an overhaul. When Rob heard the room spray swish, he went to bed and was asleep before she'd finished washing her hands. The next morning, she made an exception to the rule and made love to Rob before breakfast.
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