With Friends Like These, Who Needs Enemas?

After an international sales trip that took him through several time zones in a five day
 period, Bob fell into bed after midnight on Friday vowing to sleep until Saturday
 afternoon. He woke up late on Saturday afternoon and realized he hadn't had a bowel
 movement for the past three days. He showered and dressed, and went down to his corner 
drug store to find a cure. "HI Bob," waved Betty, the attractive well-endowed owner, from 
behind the pharmacy counter. Bob waved back, and headed for the laxative section. Betty 
walked from behind the counter and joined Bob in the aisle. "Anything I can help you with?" 
she asked, smiling. "I hope so Betty," replied Bob, "I just got back from a hectic trip and 
I'm constipated. It's been about three days now." "Oh, poor dear. I bet you need relief 
right away." offered Betty. "Yes, it's not very comfortable. How fast do these laxatives 
work?" "Not very fast at all Bob. I'd recommend an enema instead. It's nearly instant 
relief, and it's better for you than a laxative." Bob's mind immediately flashed back to 
the enemas he'd received as a child, and he protested, "No thanks, I'd rather wait. I hated 
those enemas as a kid." Betty smiled, "Then it probably wasn't given properly Bob. A 
properly administered enema can be a very pleasant experience, and certainly no more 
uncomfortable than the way you're already feeling. Sandy and I use them all the time." Said 
Betty as she gestured to her daughter in her mid 20's who was also a pharmacist. "Giving 
yourself an enema is a very awkward experience, Bob. We're closing the store in another 
half hour, so why don't you get an enema outfit and bring it over to our place in about an 
hour. We'll get you fixed up in no time." Bob was so uncomfortable, that he was ready to 
agree to anything that might have him feeling better quickly. Betty's professional manner 
also helped put him at ease. "OK, I'm anxious to feel better soon, as long as I'm not 
putting you to any trouble." "It's no problem at all Bob. Let's get the equipment you'll 
need." said Betty as they walked over to a section with hot water bottles, douche equipment 
and enema bags. "This is the best value Bob," added Betty as she selected an open top enema 
bag. "We really ought to get you an enema bulb as well in case you have to be loosened up 
with some warm mineral oil, but I'm all out of them. One of these bulb douche syringes will 
work just as well." Bob took the items back to the counter where Sandy rang up the sale as 
Betty told her, "Bob's coming over in an hour and we'll show him how comfortable an enema 
can be." Sandy broke into a big smile and added, "Bob, you're going to feel better in no 
time at all." Betty wrote down their address as Sandy put the equipment in a bag. Bob went 
home and sat, half dreading the experience and half looking forward to Betty and Sandy 
being so intimate with him. The 37 year old Bob had always found himself attracted to the 
mid-40'ish Betty who was just a bit chubby but who had a remarkable figure. He had also 
flirted with Sandy who was fairly thin except for her large breasts. Bob awoke from his 
daydream just in time to grab the bag of equipment and walk over to their home. He rang the 
bell and Sandy opened the door. "Hi Bob! Come on in." She smiled. Bob noticed that Sandy 
was wearing a white nurse's dress, and Sandy quickly noticed his surprise. "I changed into 
this, which was left over from when I first studied nursing prior to going into pharmacy. I 
thought it might put you a little more at ease. Mom's just getting everything ready for 
you. She tells me that you've always thought enemas were painful and unpleasant." "Yes, 
I've always hated them". Replied Bob. "Fortunately I stopped getting them before I was a 
teenager." "That's a shame Bob. They ought to be pleasurable and make you feel a lot 
better." Said Sandy. "Mom and I really enjoy a good gentle enema." Just then Betty walked 
in. "Oh, Hi Bob." Bob noticed that Betty was still wearing her white coat from the 
pharmacy. "Why don't you come into my bedroom and you can change privately. I've left a 
hospital gown for you on the bed." Bob was surprised, but then thankful that they were 
going to allow him to preserve some of his modesty. He quckly changed and opened the door. 
"Since we're an enema oriented family, Bob, we have a special setup just for enemas. Come 
on in." Invited Betty as she held the door open to another bedroom. Bob was surprised to 
see a physician's examining table in the middle of the room, along with a stand obviously 
designed to hold an enema bag. There was a sink, a bed pan, and a cabinet with other 
equipment and supplies. "Just hop up here." invited Betty, patting the table. "We'll get 
your enema all ready." Sandy brought in the bag from the pharmacy, and started running the 
water, and Betty donned a pair of latex gloves and lubricated them with K-Y jelly. "Bob, 
I'm going to gently feel around inside you to see if you're terribly impacted before we 
start. I'll try to be really gentle if you'll just relax. Could you turn on your left side 
please?" Bob turned, and then felt Betty's finger slowly teasing the outside of his rectal 
opening. He tried his best to relax as Betty coaxed him, "That's a good boy, open up a 
little more, that's a good boy." Bob winced as he felt a bit of pain and Betty announced, 
"Yes, there's an impaction there Bob, we're better off starting with a little warm mineral 
oil." Sandy went off to the kitchen and came back in a couple of minutes with warm mineral 
oil in a bowl. "Bob, if you can get up on your hands an knees, we'll try to get a little 
oil in there." Bob watched as Betty dipped the end of the douche bulb in the mineral oil 
and squeezed. The bulb filled slowly, but when it was full Betty held it upright, squeezed 
again, lowered it into the bowl, and filled the bulb again. "Now try to relax again Bob." 
coaxed Betty, as Bob felt the warm nozzle slide into his rectum. "Squeezing now, Bob" 
announced Betty as Bob felt the oil ooze into him. After about a minute, Betty withdrew the 
nozzle. "You can roll over and lie down now Bob." Offered Betty. "How do you feel?" "Not as 
bad as I thought it would be, Betty. I really appreciate this. It's so embarrasing, you 
know." "Nonsense Bob. Are you afraid you'll get an erection?" "I uh..." Bob stammered, then 
blushed. Betty walked over and put her hands on the sides of Bob's face. "Bob, you're a 
good looking man. If you got an erection, Sandy and I would be flattered. Besides, an 
erection sends blood to the pelvic region and that's good for the muscles you need to 
evacuate properly. You also ought to know than an enema puts pressure on the prostate 
gland, which leads a lot of men to get an erection when they have an enema. So, an erection 
is good for you. It also helps take your mind off the enema and concentrate on the good 
feelings. In fact, maybe I ought to help it along." Bob relaxed, and then smiled as Betty 
ran her gloved hand on his semi rigid member. She stroked him casually for a couple of 
minutes while Sandy stroked his head. Betty glanced at her watch and asked, "Can we help 
you to the toilet now Bob?" The ladies helped bob to the toilet and shut the door as he 
strained away. Finally he passed a rather large one, and a few smaller pieces before the 
oil started coming out. Betty came to the door and asked about the results, and Bob told 
her. "Sit for a couple more minutes, then we'll try a warm water enema." announced Betty. 
Bob flushed, cleaned himself, and went back into the enema room. Sandy had already filled 
the enema bag, and he hopped up on the table. "I'll give you this one." Said Sandy as she 
slipped into latex gloves and lubricated her index finger with K-Y. "Get on to your left 
side and relax as I grease you up." Bob felt Sandy's finger slip into him, and then feel 
around. "This is your prostate, Bob," she told him as she pressed gently. Bob felt the 
pleasure as she rubbed it gently. "If I massaged it properly, I could make you ejaculate, 
but I won't do that now. I'm taking out my finger and putting in the nozzle." After the 
nozzle was firmly seated in Bob's rear, Sandy walked around and looked into Bob's face. 
"Are you ready for your enema? If it gets too fast, or if you get too full, just let me 
know and I'll stop it. OK?" Bob nodded and Sandy went around behind him. No sooner did he 
hear the click of the clamp on the tube, he felt Sandy's hand on his now erect member. She 
stroked him lightly and gently as Bob felt the warm water flow into him. Betty, who had 
been in another room, came in and pulled up a stool on the side of the table right in front 
of Bob. She stroked Bob's head, and asked, "Is you enema comfortable Bob?" Bob nooded, and 
then a cramp came along. "That hurts!". "OK Bob, we'll stop for a bit." replied Sandy as 
Bob heard the clamp click into the stop position. "Let me rub your stomach." As Sandy 
rubbed, Betty put her arms around Bob's head and pulled his face into her bosom. She leaned 
over and whispered "Do you like my breasts, Bob? Would you like to play with them to take 
your mind off your enema?" "Yes" murmured Bob. Betty licked Bob's ear and continued, 
"They're really big Bob, they're 40 DD, and my nipples are real hard and just aching to be 
sucked. Would you like to do that?" Again, Bob murmured "Yes.". Betty stood up and opened 
her white lab coat to reveal only her bra and panties underneath. She hung the coat on a 
hook and reached behind her to open her bra, pulled the straps off each shoulder, and hung 
the bra over the coat. Bob stared at the huge dark nipples as Betty sat down again and 
lifted her right breast up to his lips. Bob immediately clamped his mouth on the nipple and 
as he began to suck Betty stroked his head with her other hand. "I'm starting your enema 
again, Bob." said Sandy as he heard the click of the release clamp on his enema hose. Bob 
continued to suck as the warm water filled him. With Sandy's had stroking him, and Betty 
pushing her nipple hard against his mouth, Bob paid little attention to the minor 
discomfort of the enema. "You're doing so well at taking your enema, Bob" cooed Betty as 
she continued to stroke his head. "It's almost finished." Sure enough, Bob soon heard the 
gurgle of the last water leaving the bag, and the click of the clamp as Sandy shut it off. 
She removed her hand from Bob's organ and told him, "I'm taking out the nozzle now, so try 
to hold the water inside you." Bob clenched his cheeks together as he felt Sandy slowly 
remove the nozzle. "Just lie like that for a couple of minutes if you can, to let your 
enema do its job." Asked Sandy. Bob continued to suck Betty's nipple as he felt the 
pressure of the warm water inside his bowels. Betty withdrew her nipple after a couple of 
minutes, saying "OK Bob, let's get you into the bathroom." The women helped him up and 
guided him onto the toilet. "Try to hold it a couple more minutes if you can, Bob." Urged 
Betty. "I can't hold it any more!" Exclaimed Bob as the toilet filled with a spray of warm 
water. The women closed the bathroom door and left him to evacuate. Bob spent a good half 
hour on the toilet, with the women asking him from time to time if he was all right. 
Finally, when he felt he was finished, Bob flushed and cleaned himself up. Bob walked back 
into the enema room, where the women were waiting for him, and told them, "Wow! I feel a 
hundred percent better now. Thank you very much. I never realized how pleasant an enema 
could be. Not only do I feel great, I'm suddenly very hungry. Can I take you two ladies out 
to dinner?" "Sounds great Bob. I'm hungry too." said Betty. "Me too." Said Sandy. Let's get 
changed. Bob went into Betty's bedroom to change back into his clothes, and found he didn't 
seem surprised when Betty followed him into the room and began changing as well. "How about 
the new Italian place that opened down the street?" asked Bob. "Sounds good to me, Sandy 
and I have been meaning to try it." Replied Betty. As they left the house and began 
walking, Sandy suddenly exclaimed, "Bob! Guess what we forgot?" "What?" asked Bob. "We 
forgot to bring you to a climax." Excplained Sandy. "That must be horrible to be sexually 
stimulated during your enema, and then not be brought to climax afterward. Can we make it 
up to you after dinner?" "I'd have to be a fool to turn that down, Sandy." Answered Bob, 
"But I really wasn't expecting it." Betty piped up, "Bob, we didn't want to bring you to a 
climax during your enema, because that would have made it hard for you to hold it all, but 
it's not healthy to be aroused like that and then not come to orgasm. But," she added with 
a twinkle in her eye, "It will give you something to look forward to during dinner." During 
the dinner they chatted about Bob's trip, about Betty's divorce and how Sandy decided to 
follow her mother into pharmacy. When coffee was served, the conversation turned back to 
enemas. Sandy was the first to speak. "Bob, mom and I have at least one enema a week. We 
usually give them to each other, and neither one of us seems to get colds or any other 
problems. Dad wouldn't have anything to do with them. You're the first man we've given an 
enema to in our special room. If you enjoyed it, we'd love to have you come back. Mom and I 
talked it over, and we both like you, and we'd like you to join our little weekly enema 
club. Will you?" Bob blushed and stammered "S sure." "Good." Said Betty, reaching over to 
squeeze Bob's hand. "The first meeting will be later tonight ..."