3 comments/ 118040 views/ 10 favorites Lesbian Enema Ch. 01 By: bi susan I had never had any lesbian relationships before that night. Not anything that could even been considered that sort of experience. Well, maybe when I was very young and another girl my age compared chests to see if our tits were growing yet. They weren't but she rubbed my chest and I rubbed hers in the hope that might get things started. About all I remember was the funny feeling it gave me when she did it. I had been out with Marty and we got a little drunk. Nothing serious but we both had the giggles when we left the club and went back to her apartment. I hadn't seen Marty in a couple years and had finally accepted her invitation for a visit. We'd been the best of friends when she left to take a new job. It seemed that we talked non-stop for hours and in the process I had too much to drink. When we finally got to her apartment we were still giggling like a couple school girls. "Let's get out of these clothes and into something more comfortable," she suggested. My jeans were new and tight and my feet hurt so it sounded like a good idea. At her suggestion I got a robe and followed her to her bedroom. I'm a little modest but still didn't hide my eyes when Marty started taking her clothes off. She had a stunning figure like I wish I had. I remember watching as she stepped out of her jeans and pulled the sweater over her head. Tanned all over and her tits were really straining against her push-up bra. I just sat on her bed looking at her a minute before I realized I could see her slit through her ultra thin panties and wondered if she shaved all her pubic hair. "God but you're pretty," I said, still looking at her. "Come on, get out of those clothes and get comfortable," she prodded with a laugh as she unhooked her bra. It wasn't that I was sexually attracted to Marty but more that I admired a woman with a figure like that. While I slowly started to undress I couldn't help but gaze at her tits. They stuck straight out from her chest without even a hint of a sag. I had my jeans off when she hooked her panties and slid them over her butt and stepped out. I was right. She did shave and her mound was completely bare. When I caught myself looking at her puffy labia it made me blush. "Do you shave your puss?" she ask when she saw me looking. "No. I've never done it." "You should try it. Feels a lot better and you can wear anything." "Maybe sometime," I said, getting a little embarrassed. I wasn't ashamed of my body but as I slipped on my robe I couldn't help but know Marty was a real knock-out and much sexier looking that I was. Before long we were sitting on her bed laughing and telling stories while we drank a bottle of wine. We talked about our love lives. Mine wasn't too exciting compared to hers. We talked about what our big turn-ons were and what had excited us the most. It seemed that the whole conversation was about sex. I'm sure not a prude and recently had a torrid relationship with a man until I found out he was screwing a couple of other women. Since then I hadn't had much activity along those lines. We were well into the second bottle of Merlot when Marty jumped up. "I've got a great idea!" she exclaimed and left the room. I just sat there, a little wobbly, wondering where she went. A few minutes she returned carrying a basin of hot water. There was a wicked little grin on her face as she set the basin next to the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later she returned with some towels and other things. "I'm going to shave your puss!" "Oh, Marty, I don't know," I responded with great hesitation. "Come on. It'll be fun!" I gulped down the rest of my wine and tried to think rationally, but before I knew it Marty had everything spread out and was opening my robe. I'm not sure if I was really drunk or the excitement of doing something like this got to me but I didn't resist. My brain was reeling and I know my speech had become slurred. I sat numbly while she untied my robe and opened it fully exposing me completely. "You look great," she said as her eyes roamed over my body, "but this won't do at all. Take the robe off." Like a little robot, I shucked the robe and sat naked on her bed. With a little urging I lay back with my knees up and feet on the edge of the bed. I felt Marty's hands under my butt, raising me to put some towels under. That was the first time any woman had ever touched me. It was like a dream or maybe a nightmare. I was laying there naked and letting another woman touch me and the fact that she was, or had been, my best friend didn't matter. Still, for some reason I didn't resist. Marty pulled my knees up farther. "Now spread those pretty legs for me. You're gonna love this," she cooed as I felt her hands between my knees and spreading my legs. I knew Marty could see everything and I closed my eyes tight. I really didn't want to do this but maybe because of the wine or the thrill of doing something naughty I didn't fight it. Slowly, she spread my legs wide apart. "Here comes the shaving cream," I heard her say. Her voice seemed far away as I suddenly felt her hand between my legs, spreading something cold on me. I jumped and tried to close my legs for an instant but let them open again. I could feel her hand on my belly, spreading the cream, massaging me. Then the sound of more cream coming out of the can. Another touch, this time between my legs and cupping my labia. I know I groaned and squirmed as she rubbed it in. More cream and more rubbing. I could feel myself getting warm and even though this was the last thing I wanted to do, I wasn't resisting. In fact, as I kept my eyes closed and try to imagine it was someone else, I found some perverse pleasure in what she was doing. I could also feel heat building in my breasts and a wave of shame swept over me. "Your nipples are getting hard," Marty whispered. "Does this feel good?" I groaned something but probably nothing coherent. The massaging continued. "My God," I thought. "What am I doing? I'm laying here letting another woman stroke my pussy and shave me! What if she puts a finger inside me?" A shiver went through my body. "There. That should do it," she said matter of factly. "You really have to get the shaving cream rubbed in." She giggled, "Softens the fur." I opened my eyes and looked down. My whole crotch was covered in a thick lather. Then I realized I was breathing hard. A quick look at my boobs...Marty was right, my nipples were jutting out, stiff and hard as a rock. Marty giggled again as she squirted some more cream on her hand. "A little artistic touch," she smirked as she put a dollop of cream on each of my nipples. The touch of her finger sent another shiver through me and I felt my tits getting hot. Marty held the razor up and told me to lay perfectly still. I felt her touch me again, then the sound of the razor as she deftly started shaving me. Her fingers worked over my most sensitive parts as she pulled the skin tight so the razor wouldn't nick me. I know I shuddered when I felt her working around my lips. "Hold very still," she whispered. Her fingers went inside me, just a little, as the razor worked around between my slit and my legs. Nothing in my life had felt like this. It started as a girlish stunt but her movements had taken on a erotic character and, try as hard as I could to avoid it, I was slowly responding. I hated that too, but I could feel myself getting aroused. My breathing was becoming ragged and I moaned softly as she fondled me under the pretense of shaving all my hair off. Her fingers would lightly brush my clit, then briefly slip just inside me making me moan and sending a shock wave through my body. If I moved I thought she might cut me and I struggled to hold as still as I could. I knew I was getting wet and I couldn't help it. My hands pressed flat on my belly then slipped slowly up over my breasts, smearing the shaving cream on my nipples. God, but my tits felt hot and my nipples were sticking up like little fingers. Without realizing what I was doing I began rubbing my tits while I made little mewling sounds. Then it was over. Marty stood back to view her handy work. "Clean and smooth as the day you were born. Here, feel for yourself." She took my hand and pulled it down to my crotch. Yes, smooth. There was a tingling sensation when I touched myself. My lips were puffy and felt swollen. I was ashamed to admit it to myself but I knew it was from the way Marty had worked on me. I lay there panting, not knowing what to do. "You sure look cute," she said with a smile. "A clean snatch is very sexy don't you think?" I guess I never really thought of it. "I'll get a cloth and clean you up," she continued. Marty switched off the lights leaving only a small night light that dimly lit the room. Gathering up the basin, towels and razor, she was but a shadowy figure as she quietly went into the bathroom. I lay there on my back with my eyes closed trying to regain some measure of control and didn't see her return. The next thing I knew she was sitting on the bed next to me. I felt a warm wet cloth on my chest as she began wiping the cream off my breasts. "You sure smeared my art work," she whispered. "You have really nice tits too." I felt myself blushing. Now she was stroking my tits with her bare hand, lightly touching the nipples. "What are you doing to me?" I mumbled. "Just getting you cleaned off." She rolled a nipple between her fingers and I could feel it getting hard. "Does that feel good?" My chest heaved and I murmured something. Jesus, but I hated my body responding to what she was doing. Her fingers traced down my belly and stopped just above my mound. "Spread you legs so I can wipe you off." I did. "That's better. We don't want it to dry on you." I held my breath knowing she would touch me again. The warm cloth felt good as she wiped the remaining cream from between my legs but it made my breath start coming in little gasps when she spread my lips with her fingers to wipe inside my slit. "I'm going to put some oil on you now so you won't itch." I couldn't really see anything and Marty was like a soft shadow that moved about the room. "This will feel really good," she said. An instant later I felt her gently massaging something oily on my tits. Her palms just brushed my nipples at first but then she applied more pressure and started rolling them between her fingers. The heat I had felt returned immediately and I knew my nipples were getting hard. I moaned softly as she continued to roll my nipples and pull at them. I don't know how long she did it but my tits were really getting hot from something in the oil and the only thing that made them feel good was her rubbing them. A whiff of the scented oil reached my nostrils. "What is it?" I managed to say. "It feels so hot." "Kama Sutra oil. It has some cinnamon and clove. That why it feels hot to you. Nice isn't it?" It did feel nice but I couldn't let myself say so. What was happening terrified me and I couldn't stop it. Marty's fingers worked their way down my belly then she spread the oil over my cleanly shaved mound. I felt her hands between my knees, spreading my legs and I started whimpering. It felt like a shock when she tenderly spread the oil into my slit, letting it run into the opening of my pussy. The heat from the oil spread quickly up through me. I knew she would do it but I still wasn't prepared when her fingers slipped inside me, turning back and forth and pulling in and out, while more oil went up inside. My pussy felt like it was burning and my moaning and whimpering grew louder and my head was lolling back from side to side. I hated what she was doing to me and making me do. The thought of having another woman fondle my most intimate parts was almost repulsive but I couldn't stop my body from reacting nor could I deny my growing excitement. My pelvis was pushing up against her hand to increase the pressure on my burning pussy. "Marty," I gasp, "I'm burning up." "This will help," she whispered as she moved next to me. Her tongue flicked the nipple of my left breast then the right one. My ex-boy friend had kissed and licked my tits but this was different. I could feel my nipples getting even harder, to the point they began to hurt, and knew they were jutting out from my tits. My chest heaved up and I cried loudly as she cupped my left tit in her hand, took my nipple into her mouth and suckled me. Then she did the same to my right tit and I thought I'd die. All the while she was still finger fucking my burning snatch. Between the wine and what she was doing, my brain was spinning and I felt like I was drifting in a fog, unable to control my body. Marty could move my limbs as she chose and I seemed helpless to stop it. About when I knew an orgasm was approaching, she removed her hand from my pussy and rolled me on my side facing her. My top leg was pulled over her and my knees bent. I felt her fingers probing me from behind, again slipping into my dripping pussy and I started whimpering again. Then her finger pressed on my ass and I jumped. Nobody had ever done that. "Relax," I heard her say, "It will feel good." Her finger was covered with the oil and pushed through my pulsing hole and into my rectum. I thought it would hurt but it really didn't. For a couple of minutes Marty ran her finger in and out of my ass while I lay there moaning and whimpering. The Kama Sutra oil was making my ass feel hot and I was squirming around. At last she took her finger out of my ass but she was still holding me on my side. My mind was reeling as I lay there half in shock at what she was doing to me and barely able to grasp the realization that I was somehow letting her do it. Suddenly I felt something hard pressing on my ass hole. My anus puckered again as it tried to resist another intrusion. Then whatever it was penetrated me. It was hard and I felt it sliding inside. Involuntarily I gasp and tried moving my hips away from her but she held me tightly. "What are you doing to me?" I groaned. "I'm going to give you an enema," she said softly. I was horrified. "Noooo don't," I pleaded. "I don't want that." Then I felt it go in farther and I started to cry. Marty pushed it in deeper and I could feel in way up inside me. I knew what an enema was but had never been given one before, not even as a little girl. "Please don't do it to me, Marty," I sobbed. "I've never had..." She cut me off. "You've never been given an enema?" "Noooo," I wailed through my tears. "You'll love it. Make you feel nice and warm inside. We'll go very slowly for you the first time." I heard a click. Suddenly I felt something warm going deep inside me. Actually, I think I could hear it going in. I tried pulling away but she held me tight. My lower back and inside my ass started feeling warm and I could feel the water going in. I struggled again, more out of fear than anything, but Marty wouldn't let me go. I could feel the warm water hitting the sides of my rectum and then working its way deeper inside me. I felt an odd mix of panic, fear and utter humiliation as the warmth spread up into my lower belly. Marty began turning the long pipe back and forth, then pulling it almost all the way out of me before pushing it back in. I twisted my hips every time it went in and I could feel it clear up inside me. "Don't fight it," she said. "Just let it go in." I'd never felt anything remotely like it as my first enema flowed slowly into my bowels. A few minutes later I stopped struggling and just lay in her arms softly crying, tears streaming down my cheeks, while the warm water continued filling me. I have no idea how much went in before Marty rolled me onto my back while holding the nozzle firmly in place. She kissed each of my throbbing breasts then gently rubbed my belly before pulling my legs apart. I felt her finger moving up and down my oily slit then stroking my clitoris. A wailing moan escaped my lips as once again her fingers dipped into my vagina making my hips arch upward and I spread my legs wide apart. The enema continued as still more warm water worked its way slowly into my intestines. I was starting to feel full and a sudden cramp shot through my stomach. Marty softly kissed my belly. "This will make it feel better," she whispered. Like a streak of fire, her tongue traced a line down my belly before slipping into my crack. "OOOOHHHHHH, GOD. MARTY, DON'T", I screeched. "Noooo. Please, noooooo." I gasped, then screamed, as she sucked my clit into her mouth, pulling it with her lips then flicking it with her tongue before sucking it again. Then her mouth covered me. I felt her sucking the inner folds into her mouth and her tongue darting in and out of my vagina. The Kama Sutra oil had so sensitized my body that it was like sending electric shocks through me as I lay there twisting and thrashing on the bed. Every breath ended in either a scream or a long wailing cry. The pressure from the enema was quickly building and I began to struggle but Marty's torment was unrelenting. I knew I was nearing an orgasm and she knew it too. "Let yourself go," she murmured. "Just let it happen." It felt like she was sucking my insides out when my climax came crashing down. I jerked momentarily before every muscle in my body contracted. Desperately, I clutched at her head pulling her hard against my throbbing pussy. I felt I was suffocating and tried to scream but couldn't. Vaguely, I heard a click as Marty clamped the enema hose and pulled the nozzle out of my ass. The pressure in my bowels welled up again as I came down from the most shattering orgasm of my life. For a minute or two I lay there, legs splayed wide, gasping for breath and trying to deal with the need to expel the enema. I couldn't hold it anymore and with Marty's help got up and ran to the toilet. Just as I sat a painful cramp gripped me and suddenly the enema I carried began gushing out. When I was finally empty and had cleaned myself I returned to the bedroom, totally exhausted, and literally fell on the bed. Marty cradled me in her arms and kissed me. Her body felt so warm and soft next to mine. In spite of knowing I had let another woman make love to me, I felt good. She held me close to her for the longest time. I could feel her breasts pressing on my back, so very warm and her nipples hard like little fingers. Her hand was around my body and cupping my left tit. "Tomorrow it's my turn," she whispered. I pushed my butt against her belly and held her hand tightly on my tit as I nodded my head just before falling asleep. Lesbian Enema Ch. 02 I was alone in the bed when I woke up the next morning with a slight wine hangover. As the fog cleared I became aware of a sticky feeling between my legs and raised the sheet to look. The shock of seeing my shaved pubic area and realizing the sticky feeling was from my own juices that caked my inner thighs brought it all back. Another woman had fondled the most intimate parts of my body and made love to me. It was humiliating to think I not only let Marty do that to me but she had driven me to an soul wrenching orgasm in the process. My tits ached and my nipples were sore but there was an odd sweetness to the fatigue that I felt. Probably the most unerving memory of last night was when she gave me the enema and how utterly humiliated I felt. Not that it hurt, actually it wasn't even unpleasent and I finally had to admit it gave me oddly erotic feeling of deep warmth. But just the idea of being given an enema like she did was still hard to deal with. The whole night with Marty was almost like being raped yet ashamed to admit you had enjoyed it. The smell of fresh coffee filled the room a moment as Marty came in carrying a two big mugs. She was wearing only a little thigh length robe that provided an ample view of her shapely legs as she moved and when she sat on the bed the top opened enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of her tits. I could feel myself blushing. "Marty...," I couldn't look her in the face and lowered my head, "I'm so embarrassed at what happened last night. I've never done anything like that before." She hugged me and I could feel her tits pressing against me. "I know," she said softly. "I enjoyed every minute and I think you enjoyed it too. How do you feel?" "Still a little hungover from the wine I think." She smiled at me, then started massaging my shoulders and I thought I'd melt right then and there. Marty kissed the back of my neck before saying, "I know just what you need to make you feel like a million. You lay still and I'll take care of you." There was a seductive tone to her voice that sent a shiver through me. Without another word, she went into the bathroom. I heard water running but paid no attention as I lay there with my eyes closed. A moment later she returned with a hot washcloth and some towels. "First I'm going to clean you up a bit," she whispered as I was rolled over on my back. In spite of what happened last night, I offered no resistance when she spread my legs and began cleaning my dried juices from my thighs. "Doesn't that feel good?" It did feel good and I nodded my head but knew I was blushing as she gently wiped my crotch, spending extra time working on my still swollen labia. "Feels nice being shaved too, doesn't it," she whispered. It did feel good but it had made me so sensitive that I started getting wet very quickly. Marty rolled me back over on my tummy and I closed my eyes. "I'll be right back," she whispered. I assumed she was getting another warm cloth to wipe the back of my legs when she got up and I heard water running in the bathroom again. When she returned she started rubbing my back with lotion. It felt so good I quickly relaxed as she spread the lotion farther and farther down my back and then over my buns. Her finger glided smoothly over my anus with just a little pressure. "Marty......" It was more like a soft groan and my hips twisted under her. As she rubbed my anus with increasing pressure I knew what she was going to do and began whimpering softly. "Ohhhh....Marty....I....please..." I don't know if I really wanted her to stop, it started feeling good but it frightened me. I felt her finger penetrate me slowly and gently but I gasp as it went in and my body tensed up. "Just relax," she murmured. Slowly she started stroking my twitching ass, each push going deeper until her finger was buried. I could feel her finger going all the way into my rectum. The same feelings from the last night came back. I was ashamed at letting another woman do this to me but more so that it felt good. For several minutes I lay there while Marty deeply fingered my ass. Each time she penetrated me she ran another finger through my slit and into my pussy. I was getting very wet, my body twisted slowly each time she entered me and I couldn't help it. That's what made me embarrassed again. Slowly she removed her finger and a sigh escaped my lips. Then I felt it again, like last night, cold and hard pressing on my anus. I knew what it was and started crying softly as I felt it sliding into me. "Nooooo...don't, Marty. Please don't...give me another enema." I couldn't look at her and screwed my eyes tightly closed as she rolled me onto my back, drew my legs up and pushed the nozzle deep in my ass. "I don't want an enema," I sobbed. "I don't need one." Even though I dreaded the thought of her giving me another enema, I couldn't stop it. I don't know, maybe I wanted to feel it again. "This will make you nice and warm and feel very good. It has some baking soda to get your system back to normal. Don't fight it. Just relax and let it go in. You'll see how good it feels." This time I heard the click. An instant later I felt the first surge of warm water enter my rectum. At first my hips jerked and twisted as the enema started but with her urging I started to relax. I could feel the nozzle inside me and feel the warm water hitting the walls of my rectum. It must have been going in very slowly because I could gradually feel the warmth spreading up into my body and there was no cramping like before. I stopped crying, except for a little whimper every now and then as a pleasent feeling crept through me. Marty was gently rubbing my belly. Her hand went from the base of my tits down to my clean shaven mound. It was like she was teasing me and I couldn't stop my body from responding. She stroked the nozzle in and out of my ass. My tits felt so hot and my nipples were on fire. I could feel the juices in my pussy start to trickle out on my buns. Every time her hand went low on my belly my legs spread by themselves. As the enema continued, Marty was driving me to an orgasm and I couldn't stop it. She cupped my left tit, then rolled the burning nipple between her fingers. My chest heaved up to her and, like a voice far away, I heard myself begging her to suck me. While she drew my nipple into her mouth her hand slipped between my legs. I started wailing and gasping for breath when her finger slid up into my sopping wet pussy. My hips started bucking and I thrashed around on the bed. I had never been so overwhelmed by sensations in my life. Relentlessly she sucked my rock hard nipples and finger fucked me while the enema continued forcing its way deeper into my bowels. Gone was the humiliation I had felt about letting another woman do this to me. The torment reached its peak and I went crashing over the edge with a piercing scream. The next thing I really remember was Marty slowly pulling the nozzle out of my ass and being suddenly aware of the pressure in my belly. "Try to hold it," she whispered as she massaged my belly. I tried but the pressure was too much. I'd expel the two quarts of warm water I held on the bed if I didn't get to the toilet quickly. Marty helped me up and into the bathroom while I clutched my aching belly. I sat panting on the toilet for a few seconds before the enema exploded out of me in a powerful gush that took my breath away. When I was finally empty I eased into a hot bath that Marty prepared. I don't remember how long I lay there soaking in the tub before Marty hung the rinsed out and refilled bag on the curtain rod. It seemed all my modesty and inhabitions were gone as I let her spread my legs and slip the nozzle into my pussy for a warm soothing douche. I hated to admit it but I felt refreshed and clean when I got out of the tub and dried off. I was tired but it was a nice kind of tired. For quite a while we lay together on the bed before Marty got up and went into the bathroom. When she returned she was carrying the full enema bag and hung it up. "Okay, kiddo," she giggled. "Now it's my turn for a nice rubdown and to get cleaned out. With that she stretched out on the bed. In spite of my feeble protests, Marty had made love to me twice and clearly wanted me to return the service to her. Further, she wanted me to give her an enema. Enemas had always been, in my mind, what someone got when they were badly constipated and were of the utmost privacy. They were something you absolutely never talked about and even the notion that a periodic enema was pleasing had never crossed my mind. Something else, it was obvious that to her enemas also had a very erotic nature. Marty had given me two enemas and in spite of my inhabitions and the humiliation I felt, I couldn't deny I had been sexually stimulated...far more than I'd ever admit. I started on her shoulders and back the way she had done. As my hands worked closer to her firm buns I started trembling. Marty was starting to purr like a kitten as I rubbed the lotion on her ass. My hand was shaking so much I had trouble squirting some of the lotion in her crack and it ran down over her hole. I had never touched another woman in my life and this was the moment of truth. Mustering my courage I began gently rubbing her anus with my finger. "Mmmmmm...that feels sooo good," she murmurred. I could feel her muscle relaxing and while I closed my eyes I gave a tentative little push and my finger slipped in. It was so warm inside her, not what I expected. Before I really knew what I was doing I started stroking my finger in and out of Marty's anus while she moaned with delight. "Put the nozzle in," she gasped. "Do it slowly." I was scared I'd hurt her or do something wrong but I managed to slip the long douche pipe part way in. I saw her anus flex slightly as it penetrated her and then it seemed to grip the nozzle. "I love that feeling," she sighed. "Don't start it yet." Marty rolled over on her back, spread her legs and pulled her knees up. Her cleanly shaved pussy glistened from the juices that were already seeping from her vagina. "Push it all the way in," she whispered as she arched her back a little. I was terrified at what I was doing when I started massaging her belly with one hand while holding the nozzle firmly up her ass with the other. My hand drifted up her firm stomach until I touched her breast. Marty's nipples were hard as rocks and she moaned softly as I rolled them between my trembling fingers. Slowly, I leaned forward until her heaving chest in front of me. I heard myself whimper briefly and my whole body was shaking as I opened my mouth, took her nipple between my lips and suckled her. I couldn't explain how I felt. For the first time in my life I was making love to another woman. Fondling her body and sucking her tits like a baby. It was an odd mix of shame and incredible excitement that I had never known. Her nipples were so hot and they swelled even more between my lips as I suckled her. Marty was moaning something I couldn't understand but obviously I was giving her great pleasure. Suddenly she gasp loudly and her body lurched as she started to climax. "Oh God!" she screamed. "Open the clamp! Start it now! Oh Jeeze, give me the enema!" There was a frantic desperation in her voice. I fumbled for the clamp and managed to open it. Marty's hips thrust upward as the warm water surged into her body. I rested my hand on her belly and could feel the enema rumbling inside her as she filled. I remembered Marty rubbing my belly to ease my acceptance of the enema she had given me, so I did the same to her. She hadn't set the bag very high so it flowed into her slowly...I guess she wanted the sensation to last. As the enema flowed slowly into her bowels she mumbled how good it felt and moaned with pleasure. Her hips gyrated slowly and as I massaged be belly and I could feel it getting tight under my hand. Marty pushed my hand off the nozzle and began pumping it in and out of her ass as the enema continued working its way deeper into her body. Her moaning got louder and I could see the juices oozing from her pussy and crusting on her buns. "I'm almost there!" she panted and I knew her climax was near. With my hand on her lower belly I could still feel the water churning in her bowels as it continued going in. I had never sexually touched a woman before in my life but I had already fondled her lovely firm breasts and suckled her nipples. All this while I was at least an active participant in giving a woman what was clearly an erotic enema. The musky smell of her sex was intoxicating and without much more than a slight hesitation I let my hand drift between her legs. For the first time I felt another woman's clitoris, swollen and protruding from its hood. God, but she was wet and it felt like my finger was in a bath of warm oil as it slipped down the crack of her cleanly shaved pussy. "Oh, yes! Please...please do it," she begged as my finger lingered on her labia while I mustered my courage. This was against everything I believed in. I'm not a lesbian and even the idea of making love to another woman made me shudder a little but I was doing it. My finger slipped easily into her vagina. It was enough to send Marty over the edge. She briefly arched her back, then suddenly reached up with both hands and grabbed my head. I struggled as she pulled my face between her legs, her flooded vagina covering my mouth, as I heard her scream. I could feel her hot juices on my lips as she pushed her hips up against me. She was holding me so tightly I couldn't move. Finally I stopped struggling. I know I was crying and tears trickled down my face as I let my tongue slip into her vagina and taste the juices that now covered my face. I don't know how long her orgasm lasted but we were laying together, locked in each other's arms, gasping for breath. The enema nozzle was still firmly embedded in her ass and the bag was flat. Marty's normally flat stomach now had a slight bulge from the enema she carried. "That was simply wonderful," she purred as she reached back to pull the nozzle out. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I feel sooo much better." A few minutes later she kissed my forehead. "I think its about time," she said with a giggle and went into the bathroom. A moment later I heard her expelling the enema amidst several "Ohhhs" and "Ahhhs" as the water splattered into the toilet. When she returned she had that glowing look on her face...the kind a woman has when she has been totally satisfied and loved every second. Marty knew it was a new and frightening experience for me. She cradled me in her arms and I felt the warmth of her body next to me. "Do you want another one?" she asked pointing to the enema bag. If Marty insisted, I knew I'd be given another enema but I shook my head. I stayed with Marty for two more days before heading home. She gave me an enema in the morning and again at night and I did the same for her. I no longer resisted when she hung the bulging bag and slipped the nozzle up my ass. In fact, though I still hate to admit it, I came to enjoy the feeling as the warm water spread up though my body. And, of course, we made love too. "Marty," I said quietly as I prepared to leave, "please don't tell anyone what we did." She kissed me gently and nodded her head. I've never been with another woman.