KAREN

            The readers of “Loretta and Jack” will recall the young drugstore clerk who showed some embarrassment and possible excitement when Jack bought the enema equipment to use on Loretta. In the ensuing chapters, Jack continues to flirt and seduce Karen. The story portrays adult consensual sex and enema practices. Check with a Doctor or a knowledgeable Health Professional before trying anything described herein. Anyone objecting to this kind of content should not continue to read. The description of a child getting an enema is consistent with accepted medical practice, and is the recollection of the child. In no way does it condone any erotic contact with children by adults.

            Jack saw and flirted with Karen every time he came into the store. Jack was always circumspect in his dealings with Karen, because he knew she was still only 17 years old. Jack  had a pleasing personality and always has a funny story to tell, but the stories are always in good taste; never vulgar or pornographic. Jack’s thoughts and ideas about young girls were: they are pretty to look at, but can be damaged emotionally quite easily. A grown man has a responsibility to treat young ladies as Ladies, even though they do not always act the part.

(Jack’s thoughts were not always so gentlemanly though, and he was mildly excited by Karen’s compact young body, - though smart enough not to ever let his feelings show. Karen was about 5’ 4” and weighed about 135 lbs. She had an athletic build, played sports, and had been a cheerleader. Her hair was a dark reddish brown, with brown eyes.)

Jack has a propensity for tall lithe women, with long sexy legs. Karen was shorter with chunky body, but had the most sexy eyes and smile on Earth. Jack was intrigued with the idea of giving Karen an erotic enema, because she had seemed flustered and aroused the evening Jack and Loretta purchased the enema equipment. Jack always had a kind friendly word for Karen, and flirted innocently with her. Karen seemed to like Jack a lot, though he was at least twice her age. Jack privately wondered if Karen was still a virgin. She had been seen dating Sam, one of the basketball team members, - a tall lanky boy who graduated with her last year. Jack couldn’t believe that Sam would have left that field unplowed all this time.

One afternoon, just after the early lunch crowd had gone, Jack entered his favorite restaurant a few doors down the block from the drugstore. There had been a test shoot for a local group of photographers, using a new type of film with which Jack was very familiar. Jack was there as a technical support person and as PR for his company. Preliminary studio testing on the film had exceeded all expectations, and the company was eager for professional photographers to use it in practical applications. Jack had missed lunch, and was hungry for some coffee, pie, and solitude. Jack saw Karen sitting by herself at a table near the back, and he walked over to ask if he could join her. As Jack walked toward her table he noticed she was wearing a white blouse, a red plaid short skirt, and heavy wool green stockings. She looked like one of Santa’s elves!

When she looked up, it was apparent that she had been crying. After receiving her permission to join her at table, Jack pulled up a chair next to her place, handed her a handkerchief, and began to comfort her. Jack signaled for a waitress and ordered berry pie and tea with lemon and honey, then turned to the unhappy young woman. “Karen, what’s wrong,” he whispered? Karen turned to Jack, buried her head in his shoulder and sobbed, “Oh Jack, I am so miserable!”

“What’s wrong Karen,” I asked again quietly? She paused for a moment and replied, “that damn Sam…the son-of-a-bitch!” “What did he do to you,” I asked? Karen replied, “he said he was tired of waiting for a teasing virgin bitch to spread her legs” and he just walked out on me…her voice trailed off to almost nothing. I (Jack) put my arm around her shoulders, and whispered, “he sounds like a little boy who has had his candy taken from him and is angry.” I continued, “you will have to wait until he grows up some and learns how to treat people, especially a nice young woman like you.” Karen’s reply was an angry; “I am not going to wait for that son-of-a-bitch to do anything.” “As far as I am concerned, he is history!” I could not help but agree more; Sam did need to grow up some. All my horny thoughts about Karen disappeared in the wake of her trouble.

Karen continued, “…and, I can’t even eat lunch…” Her voice trailed off as she said that. Just then the waitress showed up with my coffee and pie. “Please bring this young lady some hot tea with lemon and honey if you have any,” I said. Karen just nodded her head at this, and the waitress retreated to the kitchen. “I don’t feel well at all Jack,” Karen muttered; “and I was not looking forward to the bus ride home.” “Don’t you normally work this afternoon,” I asked? “Yes,” she replied, “but not when I am as sick as I feel.” “Then I’ll take you home in my car,” I replied. I doctored my coffee with cream and sugar and dug into my pie. Just then, the waitress returned with Karen’s tea. “Thank you,” I said and continued eating. Karen sat sipping her tea and thinking.

Finally Karen blurted out; “I hate that bastard Sam for being such a jerk!” She continued, “I was starting to really like him, and then he pulls this shit!” I was silent for a moment, and then said, “Karen, guys who only want to get into your pants will act nicely until they do, then they turn into their real selves.” I continued, “or, if they don’t get what they want, they turn mean and nasty out of frustration.” Karen sat there a minute sipping her tea, and asked, “Jack, why are men such jerks?” I smiled slyly at her and asked, “does that include me Karen?” She immediately assured me that I was no jerk. “But Karen,” I said, “I was like that when I was younger, but I was fortunate to have had someone older who showed me the error of my ways.” My Aunt Lucy took me aside and told me in no uncertain terms, that I should treat EVERYONE just like I would like to be treated. (She had overheard me talking about a girl in which I was interested, but with whom I was getting nowhere, and describing her as a ‘teasing bitch’.)

Karen and I finished our food and rose to leave. I took the guest checks and paid them on the way out. “My car is parked this way Karen,” I said, “if you still want me to take you home.” She replied, “I have to stop in the drugstore first and get something.” “I’ll come with you Karen, because I have to get a few things myself.” We went in and I immediately found the aisle with the deodorant and after-shave. As I was walking toward the cash register to check out, I saw Karen standing in one of the aisles looking somewhat indecisive. As I walked over to her, I saw that she had a bottle of milk  of magnesia in her hand, and was looking at it distastefully. “What’s wrong,” I asked? Karen replied, “I hate this stuff; it always makes me sick to my stomach.” “Well, why do you use it then,” I asked? Karen replied, “I have been so constipated for the last three days that I have cramps and cannot eat.” “Karen,” I said, “put the bottle back on the shelf and I will suggest something that will make you feel better very quickly.” Placing the bottle back she turned and asked, “what is your magic potion Jack?” “Follow me,” I said and walked away to another aisle.

Karen’s eye grew wide as I reached for a boxed enema bag on the shelf. When I had it in hand and said, “do you trust me enough for me to help you this way?” Karen blushed bright red. With her hand on my arm, she whispered, “I don’t know Jack, are you gentle, and will you brag all over?” I put my free arm around her waist, and whispered, “Karen, have I ever been anything but gentle with you? And have I ever bragged to you about any other person, - or even gossiped about anyone?” “No,” she answered after a moment, “you never have”. I said, “are you frightened by the idea of getting an enema?” “No Jack, I had enemas when I was younger,” she replied. “I was embarrassed when I had to lay on the bed with my bare ass showing, and a little excited when the Doctor greased my rectum and inserted the tip; but when the water started to fill me, I felt all warm and funny inside.” Karen’s embarrassed blush had receded by now, but she still stood close to me like a child. I asked, “do you have everything you need from here Karen?” “Yes,” she replied quietly, and we went to the checkout.

Karen was silent as we walked to the car, but inside, on the way to her apartment, she asked shyly, “was Loretta, that girl with you, excited when you gave her the enema?” “Karen,” I replied, “yes she was, but I don’t talk about people with other people.” I continued, “she didn’t need the enema, so it was meant to be more of an erotic experience than a medical one.” “Some people who are very anally erotic get turned on by anything that is done to them back there; even the thought of an enema or a rectal thermometer excites them.” “And that’s all I am going to say on that subject; Loretta’s reactions are HER business.” Karen looked at me from her side of the seat, and admitted, “Jack, the idea of you seeing me naked and inserting things into me is making my vagina very wet.” “I still feel logy and full, but I know that will change soon.” “Will you please be gentle with me, and stop if I ask?” I looked at Karen and answered, “you need not be afraid, because I have done things like this before and know enough not to hurt or injure someone.” We drove the rest of the short distance to her place in silence.

When we reached her apartment, Karen and I gather up the packages from the seats and got out. I locked the car and we walked up to the door. Karen’s hands shook a little as she tried to unlock the door. Finally, I covered her hands with mine and said, “relax Karen everything will be ok.” Karen looked at me with a tiny smile and finished unlocking. She preceded me into the house, and hung our jackets in the closet, and then she stood there, unsure of what she should do next. I piped in, “let’s go make a cup of hot tea and enjoy it.” “Good idea,” she replied, and led me to the kitchen…

….where she put the kettle on, and we sat at her table. I looked at Karen and said, “I can see that you are terribly nervous about what is going to happen here today, - but don’t be.” “I am a gentle, considerate person, whose only wish right now is for you to feel better.” Then I reached over and covered her hands with mine. Karen’s reaction was a little sigh and a shudder. I could tell that she was stressed about the enema thing, and I wanted her to be calm. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her slightly toward me. She reacted by leaning toward me and laying her head against mine, so that our foreheads touched. Just then the teakettle began to whistle, and she excused herself to make the brew. I stood up, and after asking where things were, got out the cups, saucers and spoons, setting them on the table, along with napkins. When Karen saw this demonstration of domesticity, I think it raised her spirits some, because she began to smile and relax a little.

Karen poured the hot water into the teakettle and added some leaves. I told her that I approved, as tea bags are just junk tea dust, - and I looked forward to some great tea! (I also looked forward to seeing Karen’s little body spread out on the bed, but that is getting ahead of myself.) She brought the teakettle to the table and we sat down. After a very few moments, the brew was ready, and she poured it through a strainer into our cups. I added some honey and lemon to mine, and Karen decided to try the same. “Jack, you have good taste in tea,” she commented, as we sat and sipped. I wanted Karen at ease, so I put down my cup and took hers from her hand and put that down too. I leaned across the edge of the table (we were sitting at a corner), and placed a very gentle kiss on Karen’s lips. We parted, and finished our tea in silence. I reached for her hand again, and drew her gently to me. Our lips met again in a gentle kiss. As we held the kiss, Karen’s lips began to quiver a little. I stood up and drew her close for a hug. Her arms wrapped around my waist, mine around her back and shoulders, as we fit ourselves to each other. The warmth spread through our bodies, and Karen turned up her face for a more insistent kiss. This one lasted longer and was far more erotic. Finally, I sat back down and pulled Karen toward me.

Karen pulled my head against her breast, and I laid my cheek against her, and wrapped my arms around her waist. Looking up I said, "Karen, it’s time to get started, so you’ll feel better.” I know she whispered against my hair.” I reached up under her skirt and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her pantyhose. With Karen holding my head against her, I carefully slid her pantyhose and panties down her legs, until they were at her knees. Karen was trembling a little now, but I told her to sit down and removed the stockings and panties all the way. She sank into her chair and began to do as I had told her, raising her legs each time to work the stockings over her knees, giving me a brief view of her pubic area. Off came the shoes, followed by the stockings and panties. I dropped down to kneel on the floor in front of her, with my hands on her legs above the knee. Karen’s knees parted a little and I moved in closer. Finally I was between her legs with my face up to hers for another of those gentle kisses.

“Karen”, I said, “I know you are nervous abut what is going to happen, - it’s only natural.”  “I am experienced at this, and will be careful and gentle with you.” “Just do as I say, but if I hurt you in any way, just tell me and I’ll stop right away.” “Okay Jack,” she murmured, and kissed me again, more warmly this time. At that point, I almost forgot what we were about and nearly stood to take her in my arms and carry her to the bed. What I did do, was to stand and pull her up with me, then taking her hand, led her to her bedroom. When we got there, I said, “Karen, we will need two or three large bath towels, will you please get them.” As she left, I turned down the blankets and sheet. Karen returned with two towels and handed them to me. I put them on the bed and said, “it’s time to take that skirt off Karen.” At that, she blushed a little again, but reached around and undid the fastenings. I watched wordlessly as she removed that skirt and stood there naked from the waist down.

Karen’s calves were firm, and her thighs were full, without being fat. Her hips were rounded and firm, as one would expect from a cheerleader. I put my arm around her shoulder and steered her toward the bed. “Karen,” I said, “I want you on your hands and knees on the bed, with your knees about a foot apart.” Karen was trembling a little as she complied. I left the room for a moment and retrieved the package we had bought at the drugstore.  I took the jar of Vaseline® from the bag, and opened it. Then I scooped a large glob of the stuff from the jar, and parting Karen’s buttocks, I began to liberally apply the grease to her rectal area. Now Karen was shuddering a little more, from the excitement and stress of having a man touch her so intimately. The next move was to get another large glob on my finger and I inserted the finger into her rectum, pushing the Vaseline ahead of it. Once inside, I twisted my finger to apply the grease all around in there, with Karen squirming and moaning a little. When I began to apply the grease inside again, Karen looked around at me with a wild look on her face. She was breathing harder now and her eyes had a slightly wild look. Then it was over, and I helped Karen from the bed and admonished her to “go urinate please, but be careful not to wipe the Vaseline off.”

I went to the kitchen and started to fill the enema bag with slightly soapy water. Karen emerged from the bathroom and I called her to the kitchen. She stood watching as I tested the water for temperature by letting some run on the inside of my arm. Her eyes grew wide as I filled the bag to overflowing. Then I handed the bag to her with the admonition, “hold this Karen.” As she was holding the bag, I squirted a little dish soap into the water and mixed it with one of the spoons we had used for our tea. I asked Karen, “it feels heavy, doesn’t it?” When she nodded, I continued, “just think how heavy that is going to feel when the tube is way up inside you and your belly is getting full!” Karen shuddered, and laid her head against my chest with a quiet whimper.

“Okay, back to the bedroom with you Karen,” I commanded. She walked ahead of me, and I watched that pretty ass move. Now I was starting to get excited and aroused. In the room, I hung the bag on the bedpost and told Karen, “I want you on your back, near the edge of the bed, with your hips on the towel. She lay down meekly and looked up at me. I ordered, “Draw up your knees and spread your legs apart, with your feet on the bed, near your backside.” Karen complied meekly, and blushed as she realized she was wide open to my view. I sat next to her on the bed and began to massage the inside of her thighs. Reaching around, I grasped the tube with my right hand, and with my left palm on her vagina, parted her buttocks. Karen’s hand grasped my arm tightly as she looked at me pleadingly. I said, “relax now Karen,” and deftly slid the tube about 3 inches into her rectum. Karen gave a little gasp at that, which turned to a purring sound as I inserted the tube further up into her. When about 8 inches of tube were up inside, I reached around and opened the clamp.

There was a click as the clamp snapped open, allowing the water to flow into Karen. Ooooh she cried, as she felt the warm flow begin to fill her. My hands continued to caress her legs and belly as the water continued to flow and fill her. After the first pint of water was in her, Karen began to squirm a little. I admonished her to, “breathe deeply Karen.” Then I began to twist the tube; withdrawing it and reinserting deeper. Karen kept plucking at my sleeve with her hands as she began to feel a little bloated. When one full quart was in, Karen began making little noises, “NNN  NNN  NNN”, and squirming. “Easy Karen,” I said. Then Karen emitted the first of many moans, and she pleaded with me to, “Please stop, I am getting so full…” My response was to close the clamp for a few moments and massage her belly. Karen said, “Please, I gotta shit so bad…” I replied, “Just relax a bit Karen; we’re not done just yet.” “Oh God Jack, how much more do I have to take…I am so full, it feels like I will explode!”

“Breathe deeply Karen,” I said, “and pant like you do when you are exercising, - it will help the cramps.” Karen complied, and after a few moments, she said she felt better. Then I opened the clamp again. Very soon, Karen’s little cries of  NNN NNN NNN turned to entreaties. “Jack, you promised to stop if I asked,” she begged. I replied, “I am not really hurting you Karen, you just feel full and distended” “You’ll be alright in a few moments.” Karen’s head was turning from side to side as she continued to plead and beg. Her face was covered with a sheen of sweat, and her hair was soaked. Her eyes had a slightly wild look in them. I kept caressing her legs and belly, and then proceeded to stimulate her clitoris with my finger. At this, Karen’s head came off the pillow, and she gave me such a wild pagan look, that I thought she was going to come. I closed the clamp, and continued to caress the whimpering girl. Karen was beside herself (she told me later). She didn’t know which was more impelling, the urge to shit, or the overpowering feelings of explosion that were taking over her mind and body.

Finally Karen could take no more and sobbed out, “Jack, I have to shit so bad…” I counseled, “Clamp your muscles tightly on the tube Karen; I am going to remove it.” Karen shuddered as I pulled the tube slowly out of her rectum. She looked down at her swollen stomach and asked, “My God, how much water did you put in me Jack?” “Just a quart and one half Karen,” I answered. I helped her to her feet, and she took off for the bathroom at a dead run. I followed her shortly with the almost empty enema bag, to rinse it and hang it to dry. As I was emptying the dregs into the sink, Karen’s discharge exploded into the toilet, a series of large chunks. They came in rapid succession, Karen groaning at each expulsion. Then we heard the flood of shit and water, interspersed with expulsions of gas. Karen was gasping with relief at each expulsion. Finally, the first explosions were over. Karen wiped herself and got up form the toilet. “Wow,” she cried, “I didn’t realize I had that much stuff inside me.” She turned to thank me for making her feel better when the first of many cramps hit her, and she plopped back down on the toilet.

A flood of water, shit, and gas erupted from the poor girl as the soapy water took control. Karen began to sob a little, saying, “oh damn oh damn…and another eruption occurred, and yet another for several minutes. Finally Karen thought she had to be empty; she couldn’t see how anything could remain inside after that, and wiped herself. She began to get up off the toilet, when another of the cramps hit her. This time there was very little water, but quite a bit of gas. Karen sobbed quietly, and was hunched over on the toilet. I knelt down beside her and took her head on my shoulder. “There, there”, I said soothingly, “these cramps will be gone in a moment.” I massaged her back gently while she continued to empty herself. There were a few more expulsions, and finally Karen was finished and wiped herself. “Jack,” she said, “thank you for comforting me, but the stink must have been awful!” I replied, “It wasn’t that bad Karen, and besides, you were uncomfortable, so I stayed to make it easier for you.”

Karen stood next to me with her arm around my waist. “I feel much better Jack,” she murmured, “not stuffed and logy at all, and I didn’t have to puke my guts out with that damn milk of magnesia." “But Jack," she said, “I feel so weak.” “A nap will fix that Karen, “I replied, and picked her up and carried her to the bed. Leaning over, I laid her neatly in the bed and pulled up the covers. Karen stretched like a contented cat, and asked, “Are you going to join me Jack?” “As soon as I finish cleaning up in the bathroom Karen,” I replied, and left to do so. A few minutes in the bathroom wiping up and putting things away and I was back in the room with the lovely Karen. Karen watched as I stripped off my shirt and pants. I have a fairly good physique for a 40-year-old guy, because I exercise regularly. When I was naked, I pulled the sheet back to discover that Karen had taken off  her blouse and bra, and was naked also. She held out her arms invitingly as I slipped in beside her.

Karen moved next to me, and I put my arm around her. Her head was on my shoulder, with one leg thrown over my stomach and her arm across my chest. We kissed and cuddled, getting very warm and cozy together. Karen began to tell me what has happened with Sam to make her so angry. She said, “Sam and I were necking and petting last week, and Sam’s hand found its way into my panties. I was getting very wet, and when Sam put a finger into me, I began to move my hips against him.” “But,” she continued, ”he then rammed two fingers into me and it hurt like Hell, so I pulled back and told him to stop.”  “That’s when he called me a teasing virgin bitch, and I told him to go fuck himself.” “I was mad as Hell at him, and then he got mad and left, calling me all kinds of dirty names.” “I don’t care if I never see that selfish bastard again.” Karen snuggled closer to my shoulder and kissed my neck. I reminded Karen that Sam was really just a boy, even though he had graduated from high school. “Some boys never grow up Karen,” I reminded her, “they continue to be boys grown older, but others grow up and become real men, and care about how others feel.” All the while we talked; I was stroking Karen’s shoulder and back with the arm that was around her and the free one. Karen became drowsy, it was warm and comfy in bed, and we both drifted off to sleep.

I was having a great dream, in which a beautiful woman was seducing me with her kisses and caresses, when I awakened to find Karen kissing my neck and chest, running her fingers through my chest hairs, and rubbing her thigh against me in a most suggestive way. Her kisses began to wander downward across my stomach and belly, while her hand found my swelling cock and fondled it. (She said later that my hands had been caressing her backbone, and aroused her mightily while she was asleep.) Her kisses across my belly succeeded in arousing my cock to a full throbbing hardness, with pre-ejaculate flowing from the tip. “Karen,” I said hoarsely, “please do a favor for me.” “What Jack,” she murmured in response? I replied, “I want you to take my cock in your mouth and taste the drop of pre-come that is there on it.” “If you are excited by the taste and it tastes good to you, then we may want to go a lot farther; if not, we can stop right there.” Karen complied tentatively at first, then nodded her head and swallowed my pre-come. Looking up playfully she said, “Jack, you taste sweet and clean, and I am so excited…” Her voice trailed off, as she took me in her mouth again and began to caress and suck me until I thought I would explode! “Karen,” I said, “if you don’t stop, I am going to come in your mouth.” Her head nodded and she mumbled, “umm humm,” and kept going.

I felt my balls tightening, and my prostrate muscles begin to convulse. I uttered a loud roar, and shot a stream of ejaculate into Karen’s hot mouth, which was sucking like crazy. Karen didn’t flinch a bit, but started to swallow my come greedily, until I had finished ejaculating. She looked up at me with a triumphant grin as I pulled her body across mine and up to my face, where we began kissing like two crazy lovers. I could taste my semen on her breath, and it excited me mightily! We began tongue kissing deeply, and Karen'’ nipples dug into my chest; they were hard as little pebbles! Karen had trapped my receding cock between her thighs. I was so excited by this little woman’s body lying on top of me, squirming with passion and murmuring little lover’s cries. My fingertips were caressing Karen’s back and sides, as softly as a breeze, which made goosepimples appear all over her body. Now Karen was really getting carried away in her passion, kissing, licking, and clutching at me desperately all over. I rolled over, taking her with me, and began kissing my way down her lovely child-woman’s body. “What’s sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose,” I said, kissing and licking my way down her belly and between her legs. Her thighs parted with joy and her legs came up around my shoulders. Karen accepted my mouth on her vagina with a glad little cry of passion.

I began licking and sucking her clitoris and labia softly and gently at first, then with more insistence. Karen threw he head back and began the first of many soft screaming sobs of passion. My hands were on her nipples, making them hard as pebbles again. My hands and fingers were caressing their way all over her body, as my insistent mouth probed her vagina and clitoris. Karen’s hips were moving involuntarily now; she was a woman completely out of control with passion. I moved one hand down and began to tickle and caress around her rectum and perineum, while I brought her to the brink of orgasm with my lips and tongue. Her stomach muscles were contracted into a raised ridge from her pubis to her breastbone. Her breasts were tight and firm, with the nipples protruding like dark red arrow points. Karen’s hands were a-flutter against my shoulders and back. Her voice was a series of soft moaning screams. Her lovely face had flushed a dark red, which was beginning to spread down her neck. Karen cried out my name loudly, and went into an orgasmic convulsion, as my finger entered her ass. I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and held it there through her orgasm.

I held her tightly with arms and mouth while her orgasm ran its course then pulled myself up to cuddle and caress her closely. Karen was shuddering and sobbing softly, saying, “Oh Jack, oh Jack…oh my God Jack…” Then her mouth fastened itself against my shoulder and she sobbed quietly and clutched me to her tightly. Many minutes went by, as Karen’s orgasm ran its course. Finally she relaxed and sank against me with a glad little cry. “Oh my God Jack, that was so powerful!” “I was lost, and didn’t know where I was; what’s more, I didn’t care, - as long as it didn’t stop!” She kissed me gently and almost reverently again. Then, - (and she was most hesitant), she said, “Jack, maybe you don’t know, but I was a virgin this morning.” Continuing, “But before you leave here today, I am NOT going to be a virgin any longer!” “You are going to make me a woman Jack, or I’ll never speak to you again!” (Wow, I thought, Sam sure screwed up with this gal. She is a totally passionate orgasmic woman, not a shy virgin girl who needs to be brought along carefully. How fortunate I am to be the one… and I stopped thinking and gave thanks.)

“Karen,” I said, there is a very good reason for two people who are going to be intimate to smell and taste each other’s sexual juices.” “They are loaded with pheromones, and are created by God to attract and excite a sexual partner.” “A strong attractant like that is not to be fooled, or tampered with.” “On the other hand, that same strong attractant should not be ignored, - unless for a very good and powerful reason.” I continued, “it seems we have such an attraction, and what we do with it is strictly up to us.” Karen sighed into my ear, “I want you Jack.” My softened cock was getting much harder, as we talked. Her lovely voice had a musical quality to it, which aroused me greatly. Shyly, her hand sought my member and encircled it as it grew. Karen breathed, “oh wow Jack, I don’t know if I can take all that inside me.” (My erect penis is 8” long, and 2 ½ “ thick, with a large thick head, rather than a pointed one. It needs the full cooperation of a woman for easy entry.) “I am going to eat you again Karen,” I said, and proceeded to turn into position. Karen beat me to the punch, and soon had my swollen cock in her mouth, lubricating me with her saliva. Then she relinquished her hold, so I could minister to her growing arousal.

Karen rolled onto her back, spread her legs and opened herself to me. My greedy mouth found her vagina and went to work on her labia and clitoris. Karen’s juices began to flow very quickly, as her arousal built. I glanced up and saw that telltale flush beginning to creep over her face and neck. Her nipples were hard as pebbles again and her stomach muscles were starting to tighten. I raised her legs above her shoulders as I knelt up, and then placed my now throbbing penis against her pouting labia. Aided by her hip movement, the head gradually found an entrance and began to dilate the poor virgin passage. Karen uttered a short sharp cry as the rest of her hymen tore and I seated myself deeply inside her vagina. Karen was a virgin no more, and liking it immensely from her enthusiastic responses! Her hips moved in concert with mine, to meet my agonizingly slow thrusts and withdrawals. The flush on her face and chest was growing more deeply crimson, her breath was coming in measured gasps, and her arms and hands held me to her so tightly that escape was impossible. In my ear, Karen was screaming, “oh Jack, oh God, what is happening to me…?” My jaws were tightly clenched to keep from coming too soon, and my groans were those of an animal in pain!

The battle went on and on; me giving no quarter to the now whimpering girl. Her body continued to move with mine, but her cries were becoming incoherent screams. Karen’s whole torso was now flushed a brilliant crimson, and her muscles were tight as drumheads. Each stroke of my penis gently nudged her cervix, adding more tension to the match. Karen’s legs were wrapped tightly around my hips and lower back. Her thigh muscles, toned to perfection by her athletic activities were tight as steel bands; however they were also trembling with the total excitement of the sexual stimulation she was enduring for the first time in her young life. (There are not many virgins who react so positively on first intercourse. Karen was one of the exceptions. She was a highly sexed woman, and not afraid to allow it to express itself fully. I, Jack, take part of the credit, because I was tender, gentle, and observant of her feelings.) Karen uttered one final pagan scream and went limp in my arms, then I lost it and my boiling semen erupted to bathe her cervix for the first time.  I thought to myself, (when thought was again possible), Sam would have been totally overmatched and would have flown from her in fear, when he was faced with her unbridled sexuality. Karen would have scared the living shit out of Sam and of most other young boys as well.

Karen laid limp and semi conscious in my arms. Gradually her composure was regained, and she apologized for her wanton behavior. I assured her, “Karen, you are a powerfully sexual person; please don’t apologize, - it is wonderful!” Karen mused, “I think Sam would have called me a real bitch if I had ever done this with him, - and reacted like I did with you Jack.” I replied, “I believe that’s why men have putdown the strong sexuality of women for so long, they are afraid they will be no match for them.” “Men spread the myth that women are frigid animals, and need them and only them to arouse them to their full potential.” “Many times,” I continued, “a woman’s full potential would scare the crap out of an ignorant man, threaten his masculinity, and she would be branded a whore.” “Karen, you are a very fortunate woman, and you need to find a loving and understanding man to love, and who will love you.” “Oh Jack,” Karen sighed, “do you think I ever will find my Prince Charming?
“ I laughed quietly, “you certainly will Karen; you have so much to offer a man.”

We continued to lay there kissing, caressing and talking for quite a while, until the urge to pee overpowered us. I convinced Karen to go first, while I stood there with my little hose on fire, waiting my turn. FINALLY she got off the toilet and I let loose my flood of urine. Karen giggled a little, and said, “Jack, there are some things in life that just will not be denied aren’t there?” “All our best intentions have to be put aside when we have to piss.” I laughed with her and said, “Right on girl!” I stood up, gathered her naked little body in my arms, and carried her back to the bed. “Oh God Jack,” she cried, “I can’t stand any more right now…” I smothered her mouth with a kiss, and proved to her that she indeed could take a whole lot more of the same! We awakened much later in the evening, starved, thirsty, and slightly sore, from all the fucking! Upon awakening, I gathered her to me again, and started kissing her all over, - again. Instead of, “Oh God Jack”, she murmured, “Oh Jack, you are so much man it makes me want to cry and laugh at the same time.” “How can I ever thank you enough for showing me how much woman I am?” We kissed and caressed each other for some time, when I suggested, “Karen, let’s go get something to eat at a really nice restaurant to celebrate you introduction to womanhood.” “Good idea Jack,” was her reply; so we showered (together of course), dressed and went to one of my favorite restaurants.

On the way, I reminded Karen that we had been fucking for 6 hours straight. Karen answered, “my poor pussy is very tender from all that attention Jack, but it is a nice tenderness,” and she took my face in her hands, kissing me so fully, that I almost wrecked the car! “Karen,” I yelled, if you keep doing things like that, I’ll wreck the car and we won’t get any dinner! Then I laughed, and she began to laugh with me. When the hilarity had spent itself, I asked Karen why she had wanted, or allowed me to give her the enema, when in truth she could have done it herself. Karen mused for several long moments, and hesitantly replied, “Jack, I guess it’s because you are a true gentleman.” “You have never been rude or lewd with me, even though our kidding sometimes got suggestive.”  “When you came into the store with Loretta, I saw that she wasn’t apprehensive about getting an enema from you, in fact, she seemed excited and horny.” “She was,” I replied, “but that is another story altogether, and I don’t tell stories about other people.”

Karen continued, “Another thing is I had an enema from our doctor when I was almost thirteen years old.” “We were lucky to have a doctor that still makes housecalls in this day and age.” “I was feeling really bad, and mom called the doctor, who came right over between his morning office hours, and his afternoon hours.” “I was in bed, in my pajamas when the doctor came.” “Mom brought him to my room, and he examined me pretty thoroughly.” “He listened to my heart and lungs, probed my tummy for pain of appendicitis, and then had me turn over.” “In a jiffy, his gloved finger greased my ass and slid a thermometer in before I could even complain.” “He said to mom, ‘Marge, will you please take this disposable syringe and prepare a clear water enema for Karen, - about a quart, and not too hot’, mom said ok and went to do it.” “The doctor held the thermometer with his hand against my skinny kid ass while she was gone.” I laid there worrying about getting the enema, and the doctor pulled the thermometer out.” “I gave a little surprised yelp, but the doctor just read the thermometer and said it was just a little elevated.” “Then mom came back with the full enema bag; boy was I nervous!”

Karen grew quiet for a moment, and then she continued, “The doctor took the tube and before I could protest, he slid the tube up my little ass about four inches.” “I heard a ‘click’ and then felt the warm water filling me up.” I squirmed a little, and the doctor told me to ‘relax, this isn’t going to hurt’, and it didn’t really, it just made me feel so full and like I had to shit terribly.” “When the bag was nearly empty, I did feel very full and was afraid I was going to shit the bed, so I begged for him to stop.” “He didn’t though, but the bag was almost empty by then, and I moaned a little.” “Finally the bag was empty and I was one full little girl.” “The doctor rubbed my back for a few moments, and then he pulled the tube out and told me I could go to the bathroom.” I jumped off the bed ran to the toilet, and plopped down, - just in time, because I exploded into the bowl!” “I just kept shitting and shitting for what seemed like hours, but really was only about fifteen minutes.” “The doctor came in to empty the last of the water and discard the plastic enema bag.” “”He asked, ‘do you feel better young lady?’ and I had to admit I did, even though my tummy was still in a little turmoil.” “The doctor told me to go back to bed and get some rest, and that he would check on me the next morning.” “Mom brought me some chicken bouillon and crackers later that afternoon, after I napped.” “I took two aspirins, and fell asleep.” “I didn’t wake up until the next morning, and I felt ok.” “Mom and the doctor said it must have been just a twenty-four hour flu bug.”

Karen continued her tale, “it was funny though, because just a few days later, I came home from school to find the doctor’s car in the driveway.” “When I went in the house, there was nobody downstairs.” “When I went up to my room, I could hear soft moaning sounds coming from mom’s bedroom, and the door was closed.” “I didn’t think much about it; just that mom probably had caught the same bug I had.” “I changed into my casual clothes and went downstairs to study.” About a half-hour later, I heard the toilet flush, and a few moments later, the doctor came down the stairs carrying his medical bag.” “He apologized for mom not being there, but she had the flu and wasn’t feeling so good.” “Suddenly the picture became clear; the doctor had given mom an enema just like the one I had." “I pictured mom lying on the bed with the tube up her ass and the doctor working the tube up inside her.” “I got a little excited and blushed slightly.” “The doctor pretended not to notice my discomfiture, and said his goodbye on his way out the front door.” “Mom came down the stairs much later, in her bathrobe, looking pale and flustered.” “She was walking slowly and went to the kitchen to fix herself something to drink, just as she had done for me.”

“I followed her to the kitchen, and asked, mom, are you feeling ok?” “Mom looked at me and I though I saw embarrassment in her gaze as she said, ‘I am better now honey’.” “I asked if she had the same flu I had a few days ago, and she answered ‘yes Karen’.” “I asked if the doctor had given her an enema too, but she looked a little embarrassed when she answered ’yes’.” “Did he do it the same way as mine mom?” I asked. “No honey, he was more thorough with me.” “What do you mean more thorough mom? I asked.” “Well honey, he gave me a lot more water than he did you, and he put the tube farther up too.” Karen shuddered a little at the memory, of that time, and of the time she had just been through at my hands. She snuggled her head against my shoulder and continued. “Jack, that doctor’s cure for everything was an enema.” “One of my schoolgirl friends had him for something or other, and he took her temperature rectally, and prescribed an enema.” “I went to him a few more times before I graduated, and he always had that rectal thermometer ready.” “When I got older, it did excite me a little, laying there on his table with my ass bare and that thermometer up my ass.” “His hands were always warm as he lubricated me and inserted it; and he always held it there while it registered, with his hand against my ass.” Karen squirmed a little at the memory, and snuggled closer.

Just then I turned into the parking lot at the restaurant, and maneuvered the car into a space. Turning off the engine, I pulled Karen’s face closer and kissed her passionately. She responded in kind, and we soon had to break, or we would have never eaten that night! Karen’s and my face were slightly flushed as we walked in and asked for a table. Karen told the maitre‘d to give us a table in a quiet corner, and I laughed softly. (This is going to be some night, I thought to myself.) My first step was to order champagne for us. When I came, I turned to Karen and proposed a toast. “To us Karen,” I said and we clicked glasses and sipped; our eyes meeting over the top of the glass, I cried' “To a great friendship and to a great woman.”  Karen stared back with loving eyes, and replied, “To a great man and a great lover!” We drank and ordered our meals. I am a seafood and pasta man; Karen turned out to be a beef person. Over the salads we perused the idea of a relationship between us. I reminded Karen that I was twice her age, and would probably be dead just when the finest years of her life would begin. Karen said, “Can you guarantee Jack that I will not die before you do?” The woman has a point I mused, and set to my salad.

Always a few more sips of champagne with the salad to enhance the taste buds. When our entrées came, they were steaming hot and looked delicious. Both of us attacked our food with gusto, being half starved from our earlier exertions. I smiled at Karen and asked, “are you fueling up for another bout tonight Karen?” Karen smiled a perfectly wicked grin, and said, “eat hearty Jack, and brace yourself.” The food was delicious, the company was more delicious, and I allowed my imagination to travel with the flow. A delicious night like the afternoon we had just enjoyed sounded absolutely fabulous to me. One could almost feel the animal magnetism between us that night.

Finally the meal was history, the dessert a fond memory, and the after dinner apéritif enjoyed. Karen looked at me through smoky eyes, and asked, “Where do we go from here Jack?” I answered thoughtfully, “it goes where we want it to go you sweet woman.” “Jack,” she answered, “if I had my way, the magic of tonight would just go on forever!” Her lovely body twisted slightly in her chair, and she exclaimed, “If I could have my greatest wish tonight, we would go someplace magic and spend the night making love.” My answer was, “what kind of magic does my lady require?” Continuing, “A hot tub perhaps, the bridal suite in a great hotel, a palace with servants galore…what?” “Jack,” she finished for me, “A king size bed would be nice, with silk sheets, and a hot tub in the room, complete with more champagne and wine.” “I know just the place Karen,” I answered. “And where is that Jack,” she inquired? “My house,” I answered, “plus I have a sauna and a swimming pool. Karen’s eyes lit up instantly, “oh Jack, can we please…?” A nod of my head was all that was required; we paid the bill and left in my car.

Karen snuggled close against me as we drove to my home. When we pulled in the drive, Karen gasped at the sight. I have the grounds very well landscaped and the grass is well kept. The house in an old Victorian, which I have converted myself to suit my needs and wants. I took two bedrooms and made a master suite, which includes a tub, shower, and hot tub. There is a monster king-size bed and a 42-inch TV screen with stereo sound, now converted to DVD. I also have a special concealed closet with my sex toys hidden, so anyone visiting the room would have no clue it could be converted to a passion pit (*smile*). I walked Karen through the house, listening to her exclamations at each new innovation. I am an inventor as well as a research tekkie, and I have a small farmette in the country not far away.  We picked a bottle of my favorite bubbly from the refrigerator as we passed through the corner of the kitchen on our way to the den with the gas fireplace. That room is all wood-paneled in cherry, with matching trim. Large overstuffed chairs, large enough to nap in fill the area. There is a bookcase which encompasses one wall, and a wet bar, (with another in the bedroom). I hit the remote and suddenly we had a fire in the fireplace! Karen'’ eyes were wide with all the luxury, especially the mood lighting. “Oh Jack,” she gasped, “What a lovely room in a lovely house.” “Thank you my dear,” I answered.

We opened the champagne and sat in one of the sofa’s facing the fireplace. Reflections from the flames were dancing in Karen’s eyes as she looked at me in awe. “Jack, you have wonderful taste, she uttered, then she grasped my head and kissed me firmly on the mouth, - which led to a long breathless session of kissing and sucking each other. We sat there for quite a while, snuggling, kissing and softly caressing each other. I finally said, “Karen, you haven’t seen the whole house, and I have a special surprise for you too.” I stood up and took her hand, helping her to her feet. Hand in hand we went back to the kitchen. I reached for the bank of switches near the entrance to the kitchen family room area and flipped a few. The family room with the adjoining pool instantly was bathed in soft light. The outside lights had also come on, and as we entered the family room with its glass wall adjoining the pool, the yard was lighted to show off the landscaping to full advantage. Karen gasped again at the beauty, and asked, “Who did your remodeling job for you Jack? I replied, “I did the design and most of the work myself Karen.” “Jack, you are a man of many talents,” she breathed. “How about a dip in the pool,” I asked? I continued, “It’s heated to 82° Karen, and will be very comfortable to swim in.” We stepped into the pool area, Karen dipped one hand into the pool water, and proclaimed, “it’s nice and warm Jack, let’s swim together, and she started taking her clothes off.

As I was getting undressed, I heard a splash, and turned to see Karen emerge from underwater, her lovely hair like a wet halo around her face. I shed the rest of my clothes and dove in to surface next to her. Both our bodies were warm and nicely wet, as we met in a kiss. Since we were able to stand, more kissing and caressing followed naturally. We swam around lazily for a while, laughing and playing erotic little games, - like grab me if you can, and kiss me if you can, etc. After a half hour of this we were tired enough to want to just get out of the water and sit by the pool, - still naked of course. “Karen,” I asked, “Does this place fulfill you romantic dream place?” “Oh yes Jack, so far it is perfect, - except you promised a hot tub…” I replied, “The hot tub is in my bedroom complex, which you haven’t seen yet.” “And,” I continued, “If I get you in that bedroom, you may not escape unscathed.” Karen looked at me demurely, “maybe I don’t want to escape Jack…” I then asked, “how about a bedtime snack that we can take up with us?” Karen agreed, “And something to drink too please Jack.”

Karen picked up our clothes and brought them with her. I was preparing a tray with olives, marinated mushrooms, cauliflower florets, onion dip, and some sliced veggies from the ‘fridge. Finishing that task, I said, “follow me Karen,” and proceeded to the bedroom on the second floor. When Karen saw the bedroom, as I had modified it, her eyes grew wide as saucers. “Wow Jack, did you design all this?” “Yes my dear girl, and there are some surprises you cannot see, - yet.” I put the tray of finger food on the bedside table, and went to the concealed wet bar. Karen folded the clothes and put them on a chair. She walked toward me, her proud young body eagerly awaiting an adventure. I could see her nipples hardening as she approached, and her lips pursed for kissing. I took a cold bottle of Great Western® champagne from the fridge and two flutes from the shelf. The cork popped and I poured. Karen and I sipped our champagne in silence. When the glasses were empty, we set them on the bar, and moved toward each other.

Our hot bodies met in a steamy kiss, and we fell on the bed together. Karen was becoming voracious, devouring me with her mouth, when I counseled, “slow down there sweets, we have the rest of the night together.” “We can make love, sip champagne, snack on goodies, listen to music, and watch videos together, and – soak in the hot tub!” “We don’t have to rush anything.” Karen snuggled against me and whispered, “But Jack, you turn me on so…” I answered, “you turn me on too Karen, you are such a delicious young woman; I get excited just looking at you!” We kissed and caressed each other some more, but finally I said, “let’s go soak in the hot tub Karen.” “I don’t see a hot tub in here,” she said. I got up, went to a wall and pressed some buttons. A wooden panel slid back revealing a steaming hot tub, with mood lighting already on. Karen ran to me and exclaimed, “Oh Jack, you designed this too!” “Yep,” I said and helped her into the water.

Karen and I soaked in the tub for a while, kissing, necking, and caressing our way to arousal. Finally, neither of us could stand any more teasing, and we hopped out and stumbled to the bed, still soaking wet! I whipped the covers off to reveal a gold colored silk sheet. Karen and I collapsed on that sheet and continued our lovemaking. Her nipples were so hard I felt they could break glass! My rogue cock was oozing pre-ejaculate, and her vagina was leaking the sweetest smelling juices! I wrestled her onto her back and sank to my knees between those legs. My tongue was on her labia and clitoris, bringing Karen’s emotions to a boil! Her hands were tangled in my hair, drawing me ever closer. I could feel the muscles of her thighs trembling with excitement; her gasps of pleasure rang in my ears; I was almost out of control! Karen drew my face to hers and tongue-kissed me, savoring her taste and smell on me. I rolled onto my back and ordered Karen to “get on top this time.”  Karen straddled me, grasped my hard cock in her hand and guided me to her vaginal opening. Her labia enclosed my cock in a velvet grip, and she slowly sank down on it, until it was fully in and touching her cervix.

Our hands were clasped with fingers interlocked. Karen’s hair was a wild mop about her face as she started to move her hips. She was unsure of what and how to do this, so her efforts were random and ineffective. Finally I said, “Karen, first, raise yourself and then sink down again, using the vaginal muscles to apply pressure.” “Then” I continued between clenched teeth, “rotate your pelvis in a circle, and then in a straight line forward and backward.” “If you can concentrate enough, combine all those motions into a continuous pattern.” Karen obliged with a vengeance! Soon she was sweating profusely, and that blush was painting her face, neck and chest crimson. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she was making incoherent sounds in her throat. (I cannot begin to describe the noises she was making. My name was used, and God’s name, combined with curses and entreaties for mercy. Her moans turned to soft screams, then to louder ones, as her body shook all over. For my part, I was pretty much out of control also, hollering and calling her name over and over. I could feel a boiling pressure building in my prostate and the hairs on my back were marching in rows up and down my spine.)  Watching Karen’s face, I saw the pure pagan look of a woman gone wild! Nothing can stand this kind of stimulation for long, and my semen erupted into her vagina. Karen’s pagan dance continued for some more minutes, when she began to scream uncontrollably and collapsed onto my chest, sobbing like a child. All her muscles were trembling from the intensity; I have never seen anyone so completely overcome!

Karen’s and my recovery took many long minutes. I was holding her and kissing her soothingly, caressing her lovely body. Karen looked deeply into my eyes, kissed me forcefully and passionately, and dissolved into sobs again. Gradually she regained some measure of control, but her face was a mess! Her hair was plastered against her head. Her whole torso was a deep crimson from the accumulated blushing. Her nipples were still hard as rocks, and her muscles were trembling for a long time. Everything was covered in our sweat and sexual juices! The bed was sopping! (Luckily, I had foreseen something happening and made the bed up with a plastic sheet beneath the silk.) Karen’s sobs and kisses were interspersed with exclamations of wonder and awe. I was shaken with the intensity of her response! Karen was a very lucky woman, to be so highly sexed, and physically responsive and unafraid. Nearly an hour later, with much caressing, kissing and sobbing sighs she was herself again. Snuggled tightly against my side, with arms and legs entwined, Karen gasped out, “Oh Wow Jack, what in Hell happened to me?”

My reply was carefully considered, and I said after some thought, “Karen honey, you are indeed fortunate to be so highly sexed.” “Not many virgins are as unafraid to allow themselves to let go and totally trust their partner and accept the feelings.” Continuing, “Many women are scared by their new-found eroticism, and are afraid to let it run its course, for fear they will lose control and become wanton.” “Many men, when faced with a highly sexed and erotic woman, become scared out of their wits, for fear they will not be able to continue to satisfy the woman.” “I have known some men to call their new wives ‘whores, bitches, or nymphomaniacs when faced with what we just enjoyed here tonight.” “The women for their part, begin to think something is wrong with them, and repress any further total enjoyment of sex.” “Young people should be taught about such matters, before becoming sexually active.” “Our society is still very Puritanical, and represses sexual feelings; teaching that they are wrong and sinful, when God made them to be enjoyed and to bond people to each other.”

Karen and I talked a long time that night, pausing to enjoy the finger food and the champagne. There was much more kissing and caressing, sucking and licking, and probing of each other’s erotic zones. Karen had many erotic spots on her body, and I helped her learn to know and enjoy each of them. Her wondrous cries of delight echoed in the room, and in our hearts. I, for my part, got to know intimately, all the intricacies of her lovely little body. Karen learned all of my sensitive spots, as I did hers, and we played almost all night. FINALLY, just before dawn, our exhausted bodies succumbed to sleep, still entwined in each other’s arms. Just before I dropped completely from consciousness, I wondered what the future held for me, for us… I knew we had not used many of the “toys” in my secret closet; toys that would (perhaps) in the future enflame poor Karen to insensibility and insatiability, and bring me to new heights of understanding and sexuality.

(But that, dear reader, is another story.)     

Copyright © 2002  by G.W. Brayer