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.
