Thanks to everyone wrote me feedback for this story, be sure to keep it coming. I probably should have stated in the first chapter that this story is a spin-off of another of my stories, "Mother's Shining Example". It might be helpful to read it first, but not essential. Enjoy.
Ch. 2
My thoughts were scattered. I hadn't been given the opportunity to ask many questions, and as a result, I was trying to assimilate everything at once. I was scared at the thought of being made to accept his penis in my anus, but for the period of a year at least, it seemed I had little choice. I knew instinctively that that would be very uncomfortable at best. It came down to trust. Did I trust this new husband of mine? He seemed determined for me to be able to make a clean break if this didn't work out. I couldn't see him doing something that would be horribly scarring in some way. I determined then to be the best wife that I could be in the next year and put myself at his feet, both literally and figuratively. Only then could I be totally satisfied that I had done my best to make the marriage a happy one.
Paul came into the room as I was setting my toiletries in the shower. I was still shy at being naked in front of him, but he just grinned and motioned for me to sit on the toilet seat. He had some kind of rubber contraption with tubes that I had never seen before. It gave me tingles in the pit of my stomach.
"This is an enema kit," he told me. "I am going to use it to clean out your bowels." The tingling deepened and moved lower. "You you are going to accept this tube into your rectum. Then I am going to open this nozzle," he indicated, "and it will let the cleansing solution from the bag into your body. When it is empty, I am going to remove the nozzle and replace it with a small plug so that none of the solution escapes." The plug that he held looked so small, but I knew that it was going to take getting used to. He continued.
"Of course you realize that you must be cleaned out before I can put my cock in your anus," he said, and he couldn't quite keep the leer out of his voice. "I will sometimes do this to you and you will sometimes do it for yourself. There are times when a full cleansing may not be required. You will eventually learn to read and monitor your body and know when an enema is necessary."
It all sounded so clinical to me, but the tingling sensation had turned into full blown panting lust at the thought that I would soon be accepting all manner of intrusions into my rectal cavity.
As he set the enema kit on the counter, I stared at the huge cock that strained the khaki shorts right in front of my face. He paused momentarily to look down at me as I gazed at his bulge. I suspect now that he was savoring the moment as it would be one of the last that held pure innocence and lust combined.
He reached down and slowly undid the zipper of his shorts to reveal his cock. I shivered slightly having never been so close to one in person. The sight filled me with dread and desire simultaneously. I was so horny for this but I thought that I would be split apart by his huge manhood. I looked up at him and he smiled at me as he took his now stiff member and lightly stroked it. I stared as he brought himself to full attention only inches from my lips and the urge to touch it was almost too powerful.
He seemed to sense my desire. "Do you like what you see?" He asked me. I could only nod as I continued to stare. "Kiss the crown. Feel the velvet head and taste the salt water from earlier," He directed me.
I leaned forward slightly and breathed in his scent. He smelled sandy and salty and manly. I puckered my lips and placed them on the underside of the crown of his luscious cock. Next I let my lips part slightly to snake out my tongue and taste the saltiness that had collected there. He moaned and his cock bounced up and brushed my cheek. I remember wondering how something could be so soft and so hard at the same time. I knew I wanted more.
He took a hold of it by the base and directed it towards my mouth. I kissed it again this time directly on the peak of the head, and swirled my tongue around some to savor the salty flavor. He was delicious. I looked up at his hooded eyes and knew that he was enjoying it too.
"Suck it into your mouth and use your lips and tongue like it was a popsicle," he instructed me.
I did as he said, and sucked the head gently into my mouth as I swirled my tongue under the ridge. I felt like such a slut sitting here learning how to suck cock, but instead of being ashamed, I was incredibly turned on! I had never felt anything but distain for the girls on campus that bragged about sucking off someone on the football team or whoever. In that moment, I felt such pride and arousal that I could give Paul this pleasure, it was incredible. Paul was murmuring under his breath and as I sucked, I caught fleeting noises about good little girl.
Suddenly, his hands came up to the sides of my head, and he stilled my movements and looked down at me. "I am going to press further into your mouth now, and I want you to take it into your throat as deep as you can. Hold your breath and do your best not to gag."
I nodded and opened my mouth wider to accommodate him and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes as I felt his cock slide slowly in over my wet lips deeper into my mouth. He was in charge now, holding my head steady as he pushed his hips forward to lodge the head of his cock in my throat. My throat muscles strained and worked around his dick as I tried to hold off my gag reflex. He held it there until finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I pushed back against the hands holding my head as I tried to come up for air.
He let me go and I gasped for breath. I could see his grin through the tears that had gathered, and I could tell he was pleased. "That was wonderful, pet. I am very satisfied with your cock sucking effort so far," he told me as I smiled up at him. "Did you like that?"
I considered for a minute. "I liked the taste and feel of you," I told him. "I liked how it made me feel to pleasure you."
He grinned and buckled himself up as he turned back to the counter. "Now, for the enema. I will teach you how to do this for yourself later, but tonight, I want to administer this myself. Bend over the counter while I prepare the bag."
I did as I was told, and watched him at work. He turned on the tub spout and set the water to warm. I could not believe that I was going to submit to this, that I actually wanted it by this time. I wasn't sure how it would feel, but my pussy was literally throbbing with pent up desire and I would have agreed to just about anything at that point. There was a tube of lubricant and the small anal plug on the counter next to me in preparation.
He came up behind me again. "Hold your cheeks open for me," he ordered.
Oh, God, how humiliating! Not only was I about to receive my first enema, but I was required to hold my ass open for him to administer it! My pussy pulsated as I reached around to spread my cheeks open to his view. He brought his hand up to my core and gently stroked until the moist lips parted to reveal my clit standing up and begging for attention. When he stroked his finger across my clit for the first time, I thought that my world would shatter.
"Have you ever had an orgasm before?" he whispered in my ear.
I nodded, too embarrassed to speak. I had masturbated some, but it had brought only temporary relief.
