By Nick
Patricia called me Saturday afternoon. She’d had some oral surgery Friday and was having a lot of pain.
“What did your doctor give you for pain, patty?”
“Motrin and Tylenol, but they aren’t doing much good. And my jaw is swollen. I called his office just now but he’s gone for the weekend and no one’s covering for him. and I have to give a talk on my research at seminar next Friday I’ve just got to be able to work on the talk.” She was working on her PhD and I was doing a fellowship in medicine.
“Do you have a fever ?”
“I don’t know, and I don’t have a thermometer.”
“OK. I’ll be there in twenty minutes with a thermometer and something stronger for your pain.”
I found a thermometer in my medicine chest. It was a rectal one. The oral one had broken some time before and I’d not replaced it. I grabbed a jar of Vaseline and a dozen vicodin tablets and headed over to patty’s apartment.
She greeted me wearing a bathrobe. Her face was swollen.
I looked in her mouth. The surgical site was swollen but not bleeding.
“First I want to take your temperature, Patty. I have only a rectal thermometer but it will give us a more accurate reading than the oral kind”.
“Oh, do you have to? This is so embarrassing.”
“No time to be coy, this is important. It will indicate an infection if you have one. You’re a grown woman and I’m a doctor who happens to be a family friend.
“OK. What do you want me to do?”
“Just lie face down on the couch. I’ll do the rest.”
Patty did as I told her. I lifted her robe and lowered her panties. She had a glorious bottom. I dipped the thermometer in the Vaseline, spread her cheeks, and inserted the thermometer into her rectum, twirling it as it went in.
“That feels funny, sort of ticklish”
“Am I hurting you?’
“No, it feels sort of nice. I like the sensation, surprisingly. It’s actually very pleasant.”
So I continued to twirl the thermometer as patty’s breathing became more rapid. She was getting sexually aroused. So was I. but I was not about to push my advantage. Not yet.
I withdrew the thermometer. Her temperature was normal.
Flushed, she turned over. We looked at each other and said nothing for a minute or so. Something was growing between us. My penis in particular.
“I’m going to leave you a dozen vicodin. Take one every six hours as needed. They should get you through till Monday when your doc will be available. If you feel worse, call me.
I should warn you that vicodin contains an opiate, and can be addicting. So take no more than is necessary for pain. Some people get nauseated on the stuff, but it passes. And all opiates are constipating, so don’t be surprised if that happens. If so, we can deal with it. Stay in touch. I’ll try to attend your talk in any case.” I left before I had to yield to temptation.
I heard nothing more from her and assumed she’d improved. I did get to her talk. Her work was very interesting and showed promise. It was well received and there were many questions. After the attendees had left I walked patty to the square. “how are you feeling /”
“The doctor gave me more vicodin and the pain and swelling are gone. The only problem is the vicodin made me very constipated, as you said. I’m headed for the drug store to get a laxative.”
“No, patty. You’ve been blocked up too long for a laxative to work well. It may give you cramps and no relief. I think you need an enema. Do you have a fountain syringe?”
“Yes, I have a combination hot water bottle and the tubing . I use it sometimes for douches. But I’ve never taken an enema with it. I’d be afraid I’d hurt myself.”
This sounded unmistakably like an invitation. “I’ll be glad to do the honors. I promise there’s nothing to fear. It won’t hurt.” I was getting very aroused, and hoped she was too.
By now we were headed to her apartment.” What will you do?”
“I’ll start by giving you a couple of very small soap suds enemas to unblock your lower bowel. Then we’ll follow them with at least one large soapy enema to clear out the cecum, and then we’ll wash out the soap with a couple of salt water enemas. The soap may produce some mild cramps, but they’ll go away quickly. And I’ll try to make it a pleasant experience.”
Her pleasure when I took her temperature suggested that she likely was anally erotic. If so, her pleasure would be real and intense. As would mine. Patricia was a very attractive blonde, tall with a great figure. And she did need the enemas.
Patty produced the fountain syringe with the douche tip attached. The enema tip had disappeared.
I filled the bag with warm water and shook a small bar of ivory soap in it to produce a lot of suds.
I put patty on her stomach on the couch and had her rise up onto her knees. I hung the bag on a nearby coat hook. I lifted her dress to her waist and carefully pulled her underwear down and off.
I dipped the douche nozzle into Vaseline and smeared it around her anus. Then with my finger I inserted a gob deep into her rectum. Patty took a deep breath and said “that feels exciting. I like it. that’s your finger isn’t it ? I never thought having something in my rectum would feel so good. I thought it would be awful. Will the enema feel as good?”
“Yes, and now I’m going to give you the first small enema”
I inserted the douche nozzle as far as it would go and opened the clip. As the water began to rush into patty she exclaimed. “ I like the warm feeling filling me up. I’m surprised it’s so pleasant. I’m getting excited.”
I stopped the flow and she sat on the toilet. She expelled quite a lot and immediately felt better.
I repeated the enema, emptying the bag into her slowly. As I did, I felt for her cunt, which was very wet.
“Put your finger in there too.”
I inserted two fingers into her wet hairy pussy and moved them in and out. Then I began to massage her clitoris. Patty bucked wildly and came, long and hard. I nearly did too.
After she expelled the enema we lay on her bed and kissed and fondled each other. After a half hour I led her back onto the couch, but had her stand, bending far over with her hands on the couch. I slipped the douche nozzle deep into her and gave her a full bag of soapy water, my penis in her vagina from the start. When she began to cramp I masturbated her clitoris.. When the bag had emptied I redirected my penis deep into her rectum, making her hold the enema for a few minutes until I came within her as she climaxed.. Then she had to sit on the toilet.
Later That afternoon I gave her two large salt water enemas. By this time she was even more sexually voracious. I never would have guessed. She insisted on more anal intercourse. She loved the sensation of her rectum being filled, either by my penis or an enema. She found a large wide decorative candle and asked me to insert it. It went in with little resistance and I manipulated it in her rectum until she orgasmed again. We spent the night together and had vaginal intercourse twice.
The following day I bought her a penis-shaped enema nozzle at a sex shop. For the next few months we continued our enema escapades experimenting with various rectal objects and every position in the book. It was a fantastic time for us both.
Then Patricia had to move on to continue her research at another institution, but I knew she would return in six months.
