







                              Autumn's Story

                                   by D



Disclaimer: This story includes situations of an adult nature that may not be 
appropriate for all readers.

This story is fiction, and all activities, incidents and behaviors depicted 
herein are intended solely for the enjoyment of the reader. Nothing represented 
herein shall be construed as an endorsement or recommendation for any practices 
or behaviors depicted. Do NOT try any of this at home. In addition, all 
characters are fictional and any resemblence to real-life personages is 
coincidence and strictly in the mind of the beholder.


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Synopsis: Autumn, a young woman on the rebound from a failed relationship, 
discovers the pleasures of enemas from her new landlord, an older man skilled in 
administering them as well as in the bedroom arts. 

Codes: MF het rom enem oral anal slow lghtbd 
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Part I

The white, 1995 Oldsmobile Eighty-Eight parked in the driveway of a brick 
duplex. Of medium build, six-foot even with salt-and-pepper hair, Lewis stepped 
from the car and regarded the numbers on the door. Number 375 A he read from an 
index card. Into the deadbolt he slipped a key and turned it; then he unlocked 
the doorknob and let himself inside. 

The place was sparse and not very neat. Newspapers and magazines littered the 
floor and the kitchen counter was covered with dirty dishes and pots and pans. 
Lewis climbed the stairs and found the master bedroom in disarray as well as a 
guest room, filled with stacks of papers and boxes. 

The doorbell rang. Lewis sprinted downstairs, opened the door and saw a young 
woman standing on the stoop. He regarded her up and down. She was tall and slim, 
about five foot ten wearing frayed, denim cutoffs, sandals and a tank. Her face 
was long with a high forehead and strong jaw line. Her eyes were clear blue and 
her medium blond hair fell in loose curls below her shoulders. The shapes of her 
eyes had a hint of an epicanthic fold, her nose was strong but not too long and 
she had thick, full lips. 

Lewis knew her hair was its natural color as it matched her eyebrows and lashes. 
Her skin was pale with a slight, pink mottle on her long, slender legs. Her 
shoulders showed good muscle definition and streaks of pale, blue veins extended 
down her slim forearms to her wrists. 

She stepped back upon seeing Lewis. "My, God," she exclaimed, "I was expecting 
to see Al." 

"Al was my uncle," Lewis replied. "He passed away about a week ago." 

What little color she had drained from her cheeks and she placed her hand 
against her chest. "Al? Gone?" She steadied herself against the doorjamb. 

"Come in and sit down," Lewis said. "Put your head between your knees if it'll 
help." 

She sat on the sofa. "It's the shock," she replied. "How?" 

"Al went to a funeral. At a reception afterward he got into an argument with a 
relative -- an in-law. He became too agitated..." 

"Heart attack?" she asked. 

"No -- a fatal arrhythmia," he replied. "He's had rhythm problems in the past 
but this time the agitation got the best of him. They tried to help him but it 
was too little, too late." 

Tears welled in her eyes. "He was a friend. I saw his car in the driveway..." 

"Yeah -- I flew in when I heard the news and figured I'd drive his Olds from the 
airport here. I'm his only blood relative -- all the others are by marriage. 
Unless we can find a will that says otherwise, I'll probably inherit 
everything." 

"...I ... I was coming over to say I have his mail. He asked me to bring in his 
mail for him. When I saw the car I put a frozen lasagna I made into the oven. I 
know it's his favorite." She looked up at him. "Maybe you'd like to join me for 
dinner. It's more than I can use, and by now it's already half thawed." 

"I guess it runs in the family," Lewis replied. "Lasagna is my favorite, too. 
Where do you live..." He made a come-to-me gesture. 

"Autumn ... Autumn Radke," she replied. 

"Pleased to meet you, Autumn -- though I wish it were under better 
circumstances. It's a pretty name -- it suits you." 

She flashed him a smile. "I live next door -- unit B." 

"So, you must be Al's tenant." 

"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed. "What's going to happen to this place?" 

"I haven't decided yet," Lewis replied, "if it turns out to be mine, that is. Do 
you have a lease?" 

"Yes..." 

"Well... That'll stay in force for the duration, at least. I was going to take a 
look around. I'll be happy to accept your invitation, Autumn. What time?" 

"Oh... Six, maybe?" 

"Can I bring something? A bottle of wine perhaps?" 

"Oh, no... I can't drink alcohol. It makes me sick." 

"Do you suffer from something like Asian Flush?" he asked. 

"What's that?" 

"Some Asians have a genetic defect -- they can't metabolize alcohol so drinking 
it gives them an immediate and intense hangover." 

"No -- not like that. When I drink alcohol it gives me a terrible pain in my 
stomach." 

"Nausea?" 

"No -- it hurts." 

"Burns?" 

"It's hard to describe except that it's awful. I have to lie down and clutch my 
stomach and moan 'til it passes." 

"How long does that take?" 

"Forty-five minutes, maybe." 

"That would be a strong disincentive for me to drink." he replied. "I'll see you 
at six." 

Lewis regarded Autumn as she turned toward the other unit, his gaze following 
her long, slender legs and shapely calves. He closed the front door and then 
headed into the basement, shaking his head at the accumulated clutter. 

At six he rang the bell at unit B. Autumn opened the door and he stepped inside. 
"Smells lovely," he remarked. 

"Please come in," she said. "Dinner is ready. I have Coke and ginger ale." 

"Coke is fine." He sat at the kitchen table and she placed a plate of lasagna 
before him. 

"May I call you Lou?" she asked. 

"The name is Lewis -- L E W I S. There is no nickname." 

"All right, then, Lewis. It is your name, after all. I have some salad. Is 
Italian dressing okay?" 

"It's fine." 

She sat across from him. "I'm still recovering from the shock," she said. "Al 
was more than my landlord. He was my friend. I think he treated me like a 
granddaughter he never had." She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Often I'd 
have him join us for dinner. When Jimmy and I would have an argument..." 

"Jimmy is your boyfriend?" 

"Ex boyfriend," she replied. "Al used to let me sleep on his sofa. He was always 
kind to me -- a perfect gentleman." 

"Well ... to his family he was an ornery, cantankerous curmudgeon." 

"He always was nice to me." 

"I guess you can pick your friends but not your family. What happened to Jimmy?" 

"He's out of the picture." 

"Domestic violence?" Lewis asked. 

"No. I found evidence he was cheating -- I found pictures on his phone." 

"Sexting?" 

"I guess you could call it that. I also found texts and emails." 

"Anyone who'd cheat on you would be nuts," Lewis replied. 

She looked down and made a coy smile. "Well ... I threw him out. The lease is in 
my name -- Jimmy's credit history was too poor." 

"That figures." 

She sighed. "One of the things I wanted to ask Al was if he could give me a 
break on the rent ... until..." 

"Until you find a new roommate?" he asked. 

She nodded. "Yeah... Until then." 

"How much are you paying?" 

"Twelve hundred a month." 

He regarded her. "You know -- you could be telling me anything." 

"I'm not lying -- that's what we agreed upon. I can show you the lease." 

"I know you're not lying." 

She looked into his eyes. "How can you be so sure?" 

"I'm a retired detective." 

"Police?" 

He withdrew his wallet and displayed his shield. "Sheriff. You learn to read 
people. I know you're telling the truth. You need a break in the rent... What 
can you afford?" 

She rolled her eyes in thought. "Seven hundred." 

"Can you manage eight?" 

"I think I can manage seven-fifty." 

"You drive a hard bargain, Autumn." He scooped some of the lasagna. "This is 
very good." 

"Thanks..." 

"What is it you do for a living?" he asked. 

"I'm a bank teller. I went to college for marketing, but couldn't find a job 
doing that. I heard about the posting for a teller and applied..." 

"You know -- your lease will be in effect for its duration. Assuming I inherit 
the place..." 

"When will you know?" 

"In a few weeks it'll go through probate. Assuming I inherit the place, maybe 
you'd like to enter into a new lease. We could set the rent at seven-fifty for 
single occupancy or twelve hundred for two or more." 

"You'd do that?" 

"I would. I guess I'm not as good a businessman as my uncle Al was." 

"Have you decided not to sell the place?" she asked. 

"I'm thinking maybe I'll move in. The place is paid for -- no mortgage as far as 
I can tell. It needs some updating, but that's not a priority. It's more than 
adequate for my needs." 

"You said you're retired? You don't look that old." 

"Yes," he replied. "I'm fifty-five. The county offered early retirement and I 
accepted. I have a pension from the county and my needs are rather modest. This 
might be a good retirement home. I do run a small internet business on the side. 
I think the spare bedroom would make a good office and the basement a 
serviceable warehouse.." 

"What sort of a business?" 

"I sell supplies ... for alternative medicine." 

"Do you mean homeopathic remedies?" 

"No. Homeopathy is a crock." 

"Chiropractic?" she asked. 

"No -- although I think chiropractors can help some conditions. I sell supplies 
for colon health." 

"How did you get started with that?" she asked. 

"I began my career as a registered nurse," Lewis replied. "So, the big question 
is, why didn't I stick with that? The answer is I became fascinated with 
forensic science. I knew I'd never have what it took to become an MD or become a 
medical examiner. So I trained to become a policeman, was hired by the county 
and worked my way up to detective." 

"I imagine you have stories to tell." 

"I do... Along the way I got interested in colon health products and set up a 
business selling them. You said you were in marketing. Maybe you can earn back 
the break in the rent by helping me with my business." 

"What sort of help?" 

"I'm thinking of re-designing my website. I could use a marketer's perspective." 

"Interesting," she replied. "I don't know anything about colon health." 

"That I'll be happy to teach you." 

"If you need a hand going through Al's stuff -- I'd be willing to help." 

"That's something I'll need to do -- will or no will." 

"One of my customers at the bank has a business handling estate sales," she 
replied. "I can give you his information." 

"That might be helpful." 



Lewis backed a U-Haul truck into the driveway. Autumn met him wearing shorts and 
a tank, with a bandanna around her hair. "They took away the dumpster 
yesterday," she said. 

"How did the estate sale go?" 

"Well, though I haven't seen the net figures yet." 

"I think," he replied, "that you have not only worked off the break in the rent 
but the whole amount. You put in a full day at the bank and then came to help me 
sort and toss." 

"Helping you is keeping my mind off of Jimmy," she replied. 

"Are you over him?" 

"I am. I definitely am. When Al learned I gave Jimmy the boot he said it was the 
smartest thing I did, and now I think he was right. The only thing is..." 

"Is what?" 

"I don't like being alone at night. Knowing you're next door is a comfort to me, 
Lewis. Helping you move is the least I can do. Besides -- now and then I like a 
job that uses my muscles." 

"This is one of those jobs." He opened the tambour on the back of the truck to 
reveal it stacked with cartons. Lewis climbed into the truck and began handing 
the cartons to her. Then he carried one into the house and down the stairs to 
the basement. "Al was a hoarder," he remarked. "He built these shelves for all 
the stuff he bought. I think we threw out canned goods that were eight years 
old." 

"He used to love going to the dollar store," Autumn remarked. "When I'd have him 
for dinner he always brought me some gadget or other he found there." 

"Well -- these shelves will come in handy for storing my inventory." 

"This is all stuff you sell?" 

"That's right." He regarded her. "I just had an idea. I haven't updated the 
pictures on my website. I have some new products. Maybe you'd like to help me 
take photographs." 

"Sure," she replied. 

"Maybe you'd like to model them." 

"Model them? What do you mean, model them?" 

"Hold them for the camera. You're a pretty girl, Autumn. I think you'd dress up 
the page." 

"I think I understand," she replied. "Sex sells. We learned that in our 
marketing classes." 

"I think you have a natural beauty," he remarked. "You don't wear eye makeup." 

"I have such funny shaped eyes -- I don't know how to make it look good." 

"You have such beautiful eyes, Autumn. They look great without it. I wouldn't 
want you looking like a bimbo -- just neat and natural. 

"So you wouldn't want me wearing anything revealing?" 

"Business casual," he replied. "What do you say?" 

"I don't know... What if someone recognizes me?" 

"So what?" 

"I've never done anything like that before..." 

"I'd apply your time toward the rent." 

She smiled. "All right. We'll try some photos, so long as I reserve the right of 
final approval." 

"Maybe after I get this place organized." 



The doorbell rang and Lewis answered it. Autumn stepped in wearing a short-
sleeved, lavender shirt dress and sandals. She was wearing her curly, blond hair 
in a ponytail. "Is this suitable?" she asked. 

"Perfect. I have things set up in the living room. I thought we'd start with 
some new products I'm adding to my line." 

"What do you want me to do?" 

"Just hold the product." He led her to a spot near his living room window over 
which he had drawn the drapes. On a tripod he had set up a digital SLR camera. 
On either side were some flood lamps. 

"That's quite a camera," Autumn remarked. 

"Yeah -- I dabbled in photography for a while. This has a nice lens but not the 
resolution of the new ones. It suits my purposes, though." He handed her a large 
container of psyllum husk. "Let's start with this." 

Lewis snapped photographs as Autumn regarded the product, held it up and smiled. 
"Good," he said and handed her a pint sized plastic bottle containing a clear 
fluid. 

"What's this?" she asked and read the label. "Vegetable glycerin?" 

"That's right." 

"It says it's for skin and hair care." 

"It's also food grade," Lewis remarked. "Some folks use it as a sugar 
substitute." Autumn held up the bottle and Lewis snapped the photograph. He 
handed her another jar. 

"Powdered neem leaf?" she asked as she read the label. 

"Yes -- it's a natural antimicrobial." He snapped a photograph of her holding 
the jar. "One or two more," he remarked. "Then I've been wanting to go to The 
Reef for dinner. Care to tag along?" 

"I'd love to," Autumn replied. 



Lewis sat in his study manipulating his laptop. He saw Autumn's bright blue Ford 
Focus pull into the driveway. She parked it in the garage on the side assigned 
to her unit. He heard his doorbell. "It's open," he shouted. 

Autumn stepped in wearing her bank teller's uniform -- black slacks and white 
blouse. "I'm beat," she announced. "I've been on my feet all day. One of the 
tellers called in sick so I had to bounce between the drive-through and one of 
the counter positions." 

"Maybe we should call for takeout for dinner," he suggested. "How about 
something from Ling's? They deliver." 

"Tonight, anything I don't have to prepare sounds wonderful." 

"I'll show you the photos I picked from the other night." 

"I'm going to go change out of these clothes." 

Lewis took a folded sheet from a folder. "Look this over." 

"Ling's menu ... char sue ding -- it's my favorite. I think I'll have that." 

"I'll call in the order while you're changing." 

Autumn returned wearing shorts and a blouse. She sat before Lewis's laptop and 
flipped through the photos. Lewis sat in a chair beside her. "I guess these are 
all right," she remarked. 

"All right? They're terrific, Autumn. You really project personality in these 
shots. I think you must be a natural actress." 

"If you say so." 

"You don't seem yourself tonight, Autumn." 

"I'm tired." 

"There must be more to it than that," he replied. 

She sighed. "I was offered a promotion today -- to head teller." 

"Congratulations. That doesn't sound like something to be down about." 

"In two weeks I have to fly to Minneapolis for a management training course. I'm 
dreading it." 

"You're dreading a management course?" he asked. 

"I don't travel well, Lewis. I hate flying, I hate living out of a suitcase and 
I hate spending nights in hotels ... in an unfamiliar bed with all those funny 
smells and noises. When I was a girl I suffered from night terrors. I grew out 
of them; but when I'm in a hotel, at least one night I'll wake up with a start 
in an absolute panic. My heart will be racing and I'll be shaking... It might be 
some light from a streetlamps filtering in or the red light on the smoke alarm 
... or a noise that startles me." She regarded him. "Will you be around? Maybe 
you can water my plants while I'm away." 

"Of course, Autumn. Just give me some directions. I'll pick up your mail, too." 

"I'm really happy you decided to move in, Lewis. You're a good friend and it's a 
comfort knowing someone next door. You remind me in ways of Al ... of how Al 
must've been when he was younger. It's like part of him lives on in you, Lewis. 
I do miss him, though." 

"You must've been fond of him." 

"I was. I don't make friends easily." 

"I find that hard to believe," Lewis replied. "A pretty girl like you..." 

"I'm rather shy around men ... men my age, that is. I'm more comfortable with 
someone older ... someone like Al ... or you." 

"I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or not." 

"Take it as a compliment, Lewis. I feel at ease when I'm with you." She placed 
her hand on his and squeezed it. Lewis looked into her blue eyes and she smiled. 

The doorbell rang and Lewis answered it. He returned with a paper bag from which 
he withdrew white take-away boxes. "Char sue ding, he said and set one on the 
table. "Here's mine -- kung pao tofu. Have some rice." 

Autumn pressed her hand against her abdomen. "Mmm... This hits the spot, Lewis. 
I was hungry. I had to skip lunch, today was so crazy. Hunger doesn't help my 
mood any." 

"Maybe after dinner you'll look over my website and give me some marketing 
feedback." 

"Sure, Lewis. I'd be happy to." 



Autumn sat in Lewis's study looking at his laptop. "When you said your business 
was colon health, I didn't think you meant enemas," she remarked. "I mean ... 
I'm not sure what I thought but I didn't expect all this." 

"What's your opinion from a marketing perspective?" 

"Well... You obviously know your customers better than I do..." She flipped 
through pages. "Why would anybody do this?" 

"Because some people believe that regular colon flushing is good for you. It 
certainly makes you feel better. Have you ever had an enema?" 

"Once. When I was a senior in high school I had to have my wisdom teeth removed. 
I had a prescription for some pain-killer ... Vicodin or the like. It made me 
seriously constipated." 

"Opioids can do that," Lewis replied. 

"My mother took me to our family doctor who recommended an enema. It was a 
little squeeze-bottle from the drugstore." 

"Did it work?" 

"Yes, it worked." 

"Well," Lewis replied, "what I recommend on my site are the old-fashioned, 
large-volume water enemas. The squeeze-bottle types contain a strong phospho-
saline solution. They work by irritating the colon, and by pulling water out of 
your tissues. They have a large amount of phosphates in them, and those aren't 
good for your kidneys. The plain water kind work by mechanical stimulation of 
the colon. It's gentler and a more natural action." 

"Do you mean colon cleansing?" she asked. "I just read an article critical of 
that procedure." 

"I saw the same article," Lewis replied. "It was regarding colon hydrotherapy. 
That's when the colon is repeatedly filled and emptied. Their detoxification 
claims are, I think, exaggerated; and you are exposing your colon to too much 
water. A simple enema will effectively treat even the most stubborn 
constipation." 

"When I start getting that way I take some senna," she said. 

"Why take something that affects your entire digestive system when it's only the 
last four feet of it that needs treating?" 

"Is this something you do, Lewis?" 

"Of course," he replied. "A good enema makes you feel good afterward." 

She chortled. "How do you even get started down this path?" 

"Well... I'm old enough so that when I was a kid, enemas were part of the home-
remedy arsenal. For the first half of the twentieth century enemas were routine 
-- they were considered part of a healthy regimen. A regular internal bath to 
accompany a regular external one. It was only in the sixties they started to 
fall out of fashion." 

"If they're so beneficial, they why did they fall out of fashion?" 

"In the last fifty years we've seen medicine change from small practitioners 
into a big industry. Look at all those drug commercials on TV. If you were part 
of the medical industry, which would you prefer? Something someone can do at 
home for free or something for which you can collect a fee?" 

"That's a cynical way of looking at it." 

"Well... Don't knock it 'til you've tried it," he said. 

"Fair enough. I won't knock it ... but I won't guarantee I'll try it, either." 



Autumn sat beside Lewis in the Oldsmobile as he drove toward the airport. 
"Relax," he said. 

"I am wound pretty tight," she replied. "God, how I hate traveling. I appreciate 
you taking me to the airport." 

"I don't see any need to pay fifteen bucks a day to park your car here -- even 
if it is on an expense account." He drove a bit further. "By the way -- I posted 
those new pages with your photos." 

"And?" 

"You're getting fan mail, Autumn. I'll show you some when you get back. I told 
you that you project personality in your photos." 

She blushed. "Oh, God... What sort of things do they say?" 

"Oh ... they want to know more about the lady in the pictures. Maybe we should 
make up a biography for you -- come up with a pseudonym. What do you think?" 

"I'm thinking maybe posing for those pictures wasn't such a good idea." Lewis 
pulled up to the curb and released the trunk. Autumn climbed out and retrieved 
her bag. 

"I'll park the car," he called to her through the open window. "I'll come inside 
to make sure your flight gets off okay." 

"Thanks." 



 

Part II

Lewis sat at the baggage claim. He spotted Autumn on the escalator. She headed 
for the carousel and he joined her. "I see you survived." 

"Barely," she replied. "I am glad to be home." 

The carousel began turning and bags tumbled out of the chute onto it. "Is that 
yours?" he asked, pointing. 

"No -- similar... There's mine." 

Lewis lunged for it and grabbed the handle. They headed to the parking lot. As 
he opened his trunk and to place Autumn's bag inside she opened the passenger 
door, climbed in and fastened her belt. 

"You'll have to show me the hole," he remarked. 

"What hole?" 

"The one they drilled into your head. Isn't that what they do at these corporate 
management workshops?" 

"Maybe it would've been easier if that really was what they did. It was a lot of 
role-playing. I hate role-playing." 

"I think you'd be good at it." Lewis turned onto the bypass taking them around 
the downtown area. He exited the freeway and followed local streets to the 
duplex. "Shall we call Ling's for delivery?" he asked. 

"I suppose." 

"The usual?" 

"Fine." 

"Are you okay? You seem a little down." 

"I'm tired," she replied. "I am glad to be home." 

Lewis called and placed the order. Then he gestured Autumn to his laptop. "Here 
are some of the emails that came in after I posted those photos." Autumn sat at 
his desk. She tucked a curly lock of dark blond hair behind her ear and began 
scanning the messages. "You're a hit with my customers, Autumn. They want to see 
more of you. We should take some more photos." 

"Maybe... Some of these notes are sweet." 

"You have some offering to go out with you." 

"I don't know about that," she replied. 

The doorbell rang and Lewis answered it. "Dinner's here," he announced. 

Lewis sat across from Autumn at her kitchen table. He watched her 
unenthusiastically pick at her char sue ding. "Something wrong?" he asked. "I 
thought that was your favorite." 

"It is..." She set down her fork. "I spent what little spare time I had this 
past week going over your website ... and, following some of the links you have 
to other sites. I was educating myself on the topic of enemas." 

"Good. I'm pleased." 

"And, I was reading the testimonials. Lewis ... I'm not real comfortable talking 
about this ... but..." 

"But what?" 

She stared at her dinner plate. "I ... I want to ... to try one." 

"Did my website do a good job of selling it to you?" 

She continued staring at her plate. "Well... To an extent. I told you how 
traveling upsets me." 

"I remember." 

"It upsets my ... rhythms. I've come to anticipate it and I usually take some 
senna along with me. The problem with that is -- I never know when it's going to 
kick in. With all the workshops and evening sessions." She looked up at him. "I 
don't think I pottied the whole time I was away." 

"You must be pretty uncomfortable." 

"I am. I'm a creature of habit, Lewis. When I'm out of my element, I really get 
discombobulated." 

"I'd be happy to help you take an enema, Autumn. Relief is just a few minutes 
away." 

"Do you mean ... now?" 

"If you're so uncomfortable -- the sooner the better." 

"Well ... I asked for it." 

"Your place or mine?" He regarded her. "You'd probably be more at ease in the 
comfort of familiar surroundings." 

"Probably," she agreed. 

"I'll go get the necessaries." 

Lewis headed into the basement and returned carrying a paper bag and a metal 
device. Autumn led him into her unit. He set the bag on the kitchen counter. 
"This is a portable stand," he explained as he unfolded the metal device's legs. 
"It's a good seller. We modified it from a music stand." He began removing items 
from the paper bag. "We'll set up shop in your bedroom. Comfort is important 
when you're taking an enema." 

Autumn approached him. "Should I change?" 

"We'll need access to your bottom," he replied. "I know..." He headed back into 
his side of the duplex and returned carrying an item in a clear plastic bag. He 
opened the bag and removed its contents, flipping it open. 

"A hospital gown? You sell these?" 

"I do. You'd be surprised the market for them." 

"By now, nothing surprises me." She carried the gown in to her bedroom and 
closed the door. 

Lewis removed a box from the paper sack and began unwrapping cellophane. Autumn 
returned wearing the hospital gown. "It's been years since I've worn one of 
these," she remarked and regarded the box he was opening. "Is that new?" she 
asked. 

"Yes -- to make sure it's absolutely sanitary." 

"How much do I owe you for all this?" 

"Forget it. It's just a garden-variety, drugstore quality fountain syringe. My 
cost on these is so low I won't worry about it. The gown and red bag together 
would be under ten bucks." 

"And the stand?" 

He shrugged. "That's a prototype. I can't sell it." Lewis slid and latched the 
plastic clamp onto the hose, affixed one end to the fitting on the bottom of the 
bag and then attached the straight enema pipe. He began running water in the 
kitchen sink to warm it. "I'm going to put a little glycerin in the water," he 
said. 

"What will that do?" 

"It'll make the enema a bit more purgative. Up until a few years ago I would've 
used some Castile soap. Soapsuds enemas were de rigueur in hospitals at one 
time. The glycerin will serve the same purpose but it's gentler." 

She picked up the bottle of glycerin. "I remember this -- you took my picture 
with it -- vegetable glycerin..." 

"Yes. It's food grade ... which means it's also enema grade." 

"How much do you use?" 

"About two tablespoons per quart of water. I'm also adding some salt to make the 
solution better match your bodily fluids -- two teaspoons per quart. That will 
reduce the chance of you absorbing too much water." He measured the glycerin and 
table salt into a plastic pitcher and then added water from the tap, stirring 
the solution so it was thoroughly mixed. This he poured into the fountain 
syringe's bag. He held it up and released the clamp on the hose to flush air 
from the hose into the pitcher. The fluid he caught he returned to the bag. 

"Well -- we're ready. Follow me." Autumn followed him into her bedroom. "Do you 
have a towel you can spread on the bed?" he asked. 

"Oh... Yes..." She removed a bath sheet from a closet and unfolded it on the 
bed. Lewis adjusted the height of the stand and hung the bag on it. "How should 
I be?" 

"Lie on your back," he replied. "I want to feel your tummy." 

Autumn lay on the towel and tugged at the hem of the gown. It cut across her 
thighs a few inches above her knees. Gently, Lewis palpitated her abdomen 
through the fabric of the gown. "I can feel some fullness in there." He gazed 
into her eyes. "I'm going to explain what's about to transpire." He touched her 
belly near her right hip. "Your colon starts here. It goes up to under your 
liver, across to your spleen and then back down. We're going to try to fill your 
entire colon with the enema solution. The distention from the enema should 
stimulate peristalsis, and the water should help soften whatever is in there. 
The glycerin will add a bit more stimulation." 

"How much water?" 

"It's a quart and a half," he replied. "Even if your colon is impacted you 
should be able to take that much." 

"Will it hurt?" 

"You may feel some discomfort," he replied. "We'll go slowly to keep cramping to 
a minimum. As the enema progresses you may feel a sense of fullness or bloating 
-- that's normal. You shouldn't experience any real pain. If you do -- tell me 
right away and we'll stop. Okay?" 

"I guess." 

"Are you scared?" he asked. 

"A little apprehensive," she replied. "It does look like a lot of water." 

"Don't worry -- I know what I'm doing, and I know how to keep discomfort to a 
minimum. I want you to lie on your left side and draw up your knees." 

Autumn complied with his request. Lewis covered her legs and feet with the 
afghan that lay folded on the foot of her bed. He pulled on a latex glove. "I'm 
going to put some lubricating gel on your bottom. I'm also going to feel inside 
to see if there's anything abnormal that would counterindicate taking the 
enema." 

He squeezed a blob onto his gloved finger. With his left hand he lifted the gown 
to uncover her bottom. "So, this is why these things close in the back," she 
remarked. 

"It does make this sort of procedure go a bit more smoothly." He gently spread 
her buttocks to expose her pinkish-brown pucker, surrounded by a patch of 
pigmented skin. "This might feel cold. Just relax..." 

He worked the lube into her anus, slipping his finger deeply into her rectum. 
"Everything feels normal. Here comes the nozzle..." He applied some lube to the 
nozzle, then he touched its tip to her orifice, gently eased it past her 
sphincter and into her rectum. "Squeeze your cheeks together against the hose 
fitting," he advised. "That will keep it in place. Otherwise these things have a 
habit of popping out." He lowered her hem to cover her. 

Lewis pulled the glove off, inside out, and dropped it into the wastebasket. 
"Now, I want you to straighten your left leg a bit ... keep your right knee bent 
and roll partway onto your belly ... slip your left arm behind your back ... 
that's it..." He adjusted her knee. "Relax your body and let your face rest 
against the bed. This is the Sims position. It straightens the lower part of 
your colon and puts it slightly downhill." He regarded her slender, pale legs 
and the enema hose leading up under the gown. "Are you okay?" 

"Okay so far," she replied. 

"When I start the enema the first thing you're apt to feel is some pressure in 
your rectum and an urge to go. You'll need to stifle that urge, Autumn; but that 
shouldn't be difficult. Once the fluid works its way deeper into your colon that 
sensation should pass and the enema should proceed more easily. If you should 
feel cramping, tell me and I'll stop the flow until it subsides. Understand?" 

She nodded. "Understood." 

"Ready?" 

"Ready." 

He stood so he could see Autumn's face. "Then, here we go..." With a snap he 
opened the clamp. 

"I feel it," she remarked. "It's warm..." 

Lewis let the enema flow for about five seconds and closed the clamp. "What are 
you feeling?" he asked. 

"I feel like I need to ... to pass some gas," she replied. 

"The enema has filled your rectum. We'll pause for a bit until your colon 
relaxes so the water can work its way in deeper." 

"That sense is fading," she said. 

"I'm going to give you some more. Tell me if you feel pressure or cramping. 
Getting the enema past your lower colon is the most difficult part -- your colon 
is kinky and apt to be impacted with hard stuff." He opened the clamp. "Take 
long, deep breaths and use your diaphragm. The motion of your muscles in your 
abdomen will flex your colon and help the enema penetrate." 

Autumn began slow, deep breathing through her mouth. "This helps," she said. 
"Pressure." Lewis pinched the hose to stop the flow. "Okay -- it's better." 

He released the hose and regarded the bag as it deflated. "Are you feeling any 
more pressure or cramping?" he asked. 

"No cramping. Pressure builds and releases. I can feel it flowing deeper into 
me. It's a very ... different sensation." 

"Unpleasant?" 

"Not at all. Just ... strange." 

Lewis closed the clamp. "We're about a third done. I want you to roll onto your 
back. I'll mind the hose." Autumn eased herself onto her back and stretched out 
her long legs. "We'll let you rest for a moment. How are you feeling?" 

"Fine. I really don't feel much of anything." 

"That's the way it should be, at this point." He fingered the clamp and it 
released with a snap. Autumn resumed her deep breathing and Lewis regarded her 
abdomen rising and falling with each breath. "It looks like it's flowing in 
easy, now." 

"I'm starting to feel fullness," she remarked. "I think I can feel the water 
here." She pointed to her belly, high on the right side. 

"I'm going to massage your tummy," he said. "That should help move it in 
deeper." He stroked her belly through the fabric of the gown, from her left hip, 
up and across and then down to her right. "I can feel the fullness... Autumn -- 
I want you to roll partway onto your right side. That'll let gravity move it in 
further." 

She shifted onto her right side. "Something gurgled inside," she remarked. 

"You have some gas in your gut. Everyone does." Lewis palpitated her belly. 
"Feel here," he said, guiding her hand to the right side of her abdomen. "That's 
your cecum." 

"It feels like a football in there," she remarked. 

Lewis watched the bag deflate and it emptied with a soft gurgle. He closed the 
clamp, reached under her hem and removed the nozzle. "You're done," he said. 
"You're doing really well. Roll onto your back. How are you feeling?" 

"I feel full ... bloated." 

"Discomfort?" he asked. 

"I wouldn't say discomfort," she replied. "It's not unpleasant ... not really 
pleasant, either. It's a ... sensation I'm not familiar with." 

"You should hold the enema for a while." 

"How long?" 

"As long as you can ... the longer the better. The water and glycerine will 
soften any hard masses and make it easier for you to eliminate. I'm going to 
massage your tummy some more." He pressed his palms against the sides of her 
abdomen. 

"I think my stomach is bulging," she said. 

"That's normal. The water has to go somewhere. If I press here, you bulge there. 
Are you starting to feel an urge to go?" 

"Not really." Lewis continued massaging her abdomen, following the shape of her 
colon. "Now I feel a bit like I want to go." 

"You should hold it until that urge is strong." 

"It's getting stronger..." 

"Hold it back." 

She closed her eyes and grimaced. "It's passing." 

"The enema is stimulating peristalsis in your colon," he remarked. "It means 
it's working." 

"Another ... stronger one." She drew in a breath, held it and closed her eyes. A 
gurgle came from her belly. 

"Hold it for one more," he coached. "Then you can go sit on the toilet. When you 
go to expel it -- don't force it. Relax and let your colon do the work. Don't 
strain if there's nothing there. Understand?" 

Autumn nodded. She drew in a breath, closed her eyes, clamped shut her jaw and 
grunted. "Can I get up now?" 

Lewis gave her his hand and she stood. "Let's see that tummy," he said. She 
turned sideways to him, pulled the gown taut across her abdomen and ran her hand 
along her stomach. "Definite distention there." 

"If you'll excuse me..." She headed into her bathroom. Lewis carried the empty 
enema bag into the kitchen and rinsed it. 

Autumn approached him. "How did you make out?" 

"Good," she replied. "An awful lot came out and not just water. I had no idea so 
much was in me." She pressed her hand on her belly. "I definitely feel relief." 

"Did you experience cramping in the bathroom?" he asked. 

"Mild cramping. The senna gives me cramps, too -- but this was milder. Overall 
I'd say that it was an easy experience ... not at all unpleasant." 

"I'm glad," he replied. 

"I do feel a bit ... sloshy. Is that normal?" 

"Maybe there's still some inside you." 

"After all that came out -- I don't think so." Autumn's eyes widened and she 
pressed her hand against her abdomen. 

"Something happening?" 

"I think so... Excuse me." 

He watched her dash to the bathroom and slam shut the door. 

She approached him in her kitchen. "Now I feel like I'm empty," she said. 

"More came out?" 

"I'll say. It felt like as much as the first time." She regarded him as he ran 
the water in the kitchen sink. "What are you doing?" 

"I'm making another." 

"Another?" 

"Yes. The glycerin is a bit irritating to your colon so it's a good idea to 
follow up with another enema to rinse it out. You should always use some salt in 
an enema. I'm also adding some baking soda -- it's soothing to the colon." He 
measured salt and soda into the warm water, filled the bag and flushed air from 
the hose. "Come with me..." 

Autumn followed him into her bedroom and he hung the bag on the stand. She 
regarded the business end of the hose. "Isn't that a douche nozzle?" she asked, 
pointing. 

"It is indeed. It works great for enemas, too. The shape and length makes it 
easier to hang onto ... less likely to slip out." 

"I see... Why didn't you use it for the first one?" 

"I didn't want you any more daunted than necessary." 

Autumn lay on the bed on her left side and drew up her knees. Lewis slipped on 
another examination glove. He squeezed lube onto his finger and gave the nozzle 
a liberal coating of the stuff. After hanging the hose on the stand he squeezed 
more lube onto his finger. Again he lifted the gown and with his left hand 
spread her to expose her anus. Slipping his finger in he thoroughly coated her 
anal canal. 

Holding her buttocks apart with his left hand he touched the nozzle to her 
orifice. He saw her flinch. "Just relax," he said. With a rocking motion he 
eased the bulbous end past her sphincter, then pointed it slightly toward her 
spine and slid it into her rectum, up to the hilt. "Are you okay?" he asked as 
he slipped off the glove. 

"Okay... It does feel bigger in me. It doesn't feel bad, though." 

"You can take this one flat on your back," he said. "The first enema cleaned you 
out and opened you up so this one should go really easily." 

Autumn stretched her legs as she lay on her back. "Okay -- I'm ready." 

Lewis snapped open the clamp. He sat on the bed beside her and gently massaged 
her belly through the gown. 

"I can feel it," she remarked. "The water's flowing in fast. I really can feel 
it filling me." 

"I can feel it filling you, too," he replied as he stroked her abdomen through 
the fabric. 

"I like how it feels..." She rocked her hips gently. "I can feel the warmth 
penetrating deep into me." 

"You're doing really well, Autumn," he replied. 

"I'm starting to feel full." 

"I can see you filling up. Your tummy is starting to get big. Look..." He 
smoothed his palm from her sternum down her belly. 

"So I see," she replied. 

"I'm starting to feel hardness in your belly." 

She ran her hands along her sides. "I can feel it, too. It feels like more than 
last time." 

"This is two full quarts," he remarked. "Without the glycerin this enema has to 
work on just the mechanical stimulation from the volume of water. Take long, 
deep breaths." 

Autumn began breathing deeply through her mouth as the last of the enema drained 
into her. Lewis snapped shut the clamp and pulled the nozzle out of her bottom. 

"God, I feel full," Autumn remarked, running her hands along her swollen belly. 
"Look how big I am." 

"How do you feel?" 

"Really, really full." 

"Any discomfort?" 

She bit her lip and looked toward the ceiling. "I wouldn't say discomfort. It's 
a new sensation for me but one I kinda like. How long should I hold this one?" 

"As long as you want." 

She pressed her palms to the sides of her belly and pressed inward, making her 
abdomen bulge more. "It's beginning to feel like the enema wants out," she said. 

"Go ahead and sit on the toilet," he replied. 

She stood sideways to him and ran her hands along her belly again. "Look at me -
- I look like I'm three months pregnant!" She headed into the bathroom and 
closed the door. 

Lewis began putting away the equipment when he heard her calling his name 
through the bathroom door. 

"Autumn -- do you need something? 

"Lewis -- can you get me one of those examination gloves?" 

"Sure." He pulled one from the box and then cracked open the bathroom door. 
Autumn was sitting on the toilet. 

He held out the glove and she reached for it. "Thanks," she said. 

"What do you want that for?" 

"You'll see." 

Lewis shrugged and closed the door. Shortly Autumn approached him. "God, I feel 
so good," she said. "Inside I feel ... empty and relaxed. When you said you feel 
good after an enema -- I had no idea just how good. I feel wonderful." She held 
out her closed hand, palm down. "Here." 

Lewis held out his open palm and she let something drop into it. He regarded a 
toy marble made of clear and blue glass. "Where did this come from?" he asked. 

"I swallowed it," she replied, "when I was eight or nine. I remember my mom 
calling the doctor in a panic. He said I'd most likely pass it, and unless I 
started having problems not to worry about it. I never had any problems so I 
figured I had passed it years ago. Instead it was lodged in my gut for two 
decades -- until your big enema dislodged it." Lewis handed it back to her and 
she held it up to examine it. "The second one felt so good coming out," she 
continued. "It came out in long surges. I could feel the water moving inside me 
... my tummy flattening and my colon deflating. Then I heard the clink of 
something hard hitting the bowl. I looked down and saw this." She held the 
marble to the light. "It makes me wonder what else has been lodged in there for 
years. I don't care what mainstream medicine says about enemas -- you've made me 
a convert. This is a convincer, Lewis, and I am convinced." 

"You know," he replied, "it's the converts who are the most devout." 

"I believe it." She regarded him and bit her lip. "I'd like another. Would it be 
okay to have another?" 

"Certainly ... though I don't think you need another." 

"I want to experience it again -- the sensation of being filled ... the warmth 
invading my body, filling me. Now that I know what to expect I want to 
experience it." 

"Okay... I'll make another two-quart for you." 



 

Part III

Lewis began running water in the kitchen sink. "I'll explain what I'm doing. 
This is something you can do yourself. You can have one whenever you want." 

"I like having you do it for me," Autumn replied. "You have a very pleasant 
bedside manner. I think it was a mistake for you to give up nursing." 

"Thanks," he replied. 

"I mean it, Lewis. I feel secure and comfortable with you -- like I did with 
your uncle ... but in a different way, of course. He was more like a 
grandfather. You're more like a ... a favorite uncle or a trusted friend of the 
family." 

"If you ever think you need an enema, I'd be happy to accommodate you." 

"I thought you would be," she replied with a smile. 

"We'll make this one plain saline," Lewis said as he added salt to the water and 
filled the reservoir. He flushed air from the hose and carried the apparatus 
into Autumn's bedroom. 

She reclined on her bed on her left side with her knees drawn up. Lewis pulled 
another exam glove onto his right hand, squeezed a blob of lube onto his finger, 
lifted the gown and applied it to her bottom. Spreading her with his left hand 
he eased the nozzle into her rectum. Autumn rolled onto her back and stretched 
her long legs, crossing her ankles. 

"Ready?" he asked. 

"Can I control it?" 

"Certainly." He handed her the hose and watched as she opened and closed the 
clamp. "Are you having cramping?" he asked. 

"No... I want it to last. I like feeling the water flowing into me." She looked 
up and into his face. "I like feeling your hand on my belly." 

Lewis sat on her bed. He began a circular massage of her abdomen, through the 
fabric of her gown. Under her muscles, her belly felt soft and relaxed, but soon 
he could start feeling fullness as the bag emptied into her. 

Autumn closed the clamp with about half the bag remaining. "Feels nice," she 
said. Then, she lifted her hips and hiked up the gown. "On my skin," she said. 

Lewis slipped his hand under the fabric and resumed caressing her belly. "I can 
start to feel the fullness," he remarked. "Your tummy isn't quite as flat as 
when we started." 

"I know -- I can feel it, too." She opened the clamp to let more water flow and 
then closed it. "Feels really nice, Lewis." 

He began stroking her belly, under the gown, in a circular motion from her left 
hip, up, across under her ribs and down to her right hip. Touching her directly 
he could feel her musculature under her skin and her colon becoming more 
distinct as it swelled with the water. "You are really getting full," he said 
and slipped his hand from under the hem. Guiding her fingers he traced the shape 
of her colon. "You can explore your anatomy," he remarked. "The bulge here..." 
He directed her fingers to her lower left abdomen. "...is your sigmoid colon." 
She nodded as he showed her the outline of her distended abdomen. "Up ... across 
and down ... descending, transverse and ascending ... and, this is your cecum." 

"It feels like a football again," she remarked as she probed her belly. 
"Cool..." 

Autumn closed the clamp and rolled onto her right side, her knees flexed. She 
rested for a moment, massaging the right side of her abdomen. "You called this 
part the cecum?" 

"That's right." 

"Definitely football... Feel." 

Lewis palpitated the right side of her abdomen. "Yes, that is one full cecum." 

Autumn snapped open the clamp and Lewis watched the bag deflate as the last of 
the enema flowed into her. A soft glug announced that the bag was empty. "My 
stomach is huge, Lewis..." She patted her belly. "Absolutely huge." He retrieved 
the nozzle from her bottom and she rolled onto her back. "I think I'm ready to 
go." 

Lewis helped her sit up. Autumn swung her feet to the floor and stood. 

"Let's see that tummy." 

She turned sideways to him and ran her hand along the fabric of the gown. "I am 
so huge." She regarded herself in a full-length mirror on her closet door. 

"Are you going to want another?" he called after her as she headed toward her 
bathroom. 

"No -- I'm done." 

"Then, I'll put this away." 

Autumn emerged from the bathroom and approached him. "I feel better than before 
-- really empty and relaxed ... mellow. How often would it be safe to have 
enemas?" she asked him. 

"Well... That varies from individual to individual. Once or twice a week 
wouldn't be too often. Some folks are daily users. Now that you know what an 
empty colon feels like, you'll be in a position to judge when you need one ... 
or, just want one for that matter." 

"How often do you do it?" she asked. 

"As needed. I don't get a thrill from taking them." 

They stood, facing each other. Lewis scanned her, regarding her slim arms and 
slender, shapely legs. "Are you okay?" he asked. 

"What makes you think I'm not okay?" 

"Because your heart is pounding so hard I can see your pulse in your neck." They 
continued gazing at each other. Autumn moistened her lips with her tongue, 
swallowed and moistened them again. 

Lewis got the hint. He leaned toward her and kissed her lips. "I hope I'm not 
misreading your signals," he said. 

"You're reading them loud and clear." She drew in a breath, held him and they 
kissed again. "The enemas made so horny, Lewis. I never expected that. Do you 
think it's ... weird?" 

"Everyone responds differently." 

"But -- it's not ... normal -- is it?" 

"It's not abnormal," he replied. "Lots of folks derive pleasure from the 
experience ... and in some it's a sexual pleasure. It's a bit more common in men 
than women I think -- but it happens in both genders." 

"I think you got a thrill from giving them to me," she said. 

"Was it so obvious?" 

"I could sense it and it was adding to my arousal. Did that happen with your 
other patients?" 

"You're a beautiful woman, Autumn. You have a gorgeous body and a sexy bottom. 
I've administered my share of enemas but rarely to someone so lovely ... and 
never to someone..." 

"Someone?" 

"Someone I have feelings for." 

"What kind of feelings?" she asked. 

"I've grown fond of you, Autumn." 

"Fond... That's a pretty safe word, Lewis. It covers a lot of ground." 

"Do you want me to admit this fifty-five year old has a crush on someone young 
enough to be his daughter?" 

"Only if it's true," she replied. 

"I don't have a crush on you, Autumn. It's deeper ... much deeper." He caressed 
her cheek with the backs of his fingers. Gently he traced her full lips. She 
parted them, drew his finger into her mouth and caressed it with her tongue. 
"I've been wanting you, Autumn. Something about you resonates in me." He kissed 
her lips again. "I had reconciled myself to a platonic relationship." 

She smiled. "It's deeper for me, too. I've always been more comfortable with 
older men, Lewis. I'm very comfortable with you -- especially after this 
evening. I feel I can trust you -- implicitly. I need that trust." 

Lewis embraced her and they kissed again. He gently nibbled her lower lip. 
Slipping his hand between the ties of the hospital gown he caressed the small of 
her back and her buttocks. Autumn smiled. "How often have you done that with a 
patient?" she asked. 

"Never before now. Have you ever come on to your caregiver?" 

"Uhn-uhn," she replied shaking her head. 

"Did you ever want to?" 

"Only once. I had a huge crush on a young doctor who stitched up my foot when I 
stepped on a spike." Lewis winced. "I have a scar." 

"Show it to me some time." He led her to her sofa and held her on his lap, 
caressing her thigh under the fabric of the gown. "It's been a long time for me, 
Autumn," he said and kissed her again. 

"It's been a while for me, too." 

"I'm not really prepared for this." 

"There are some condoms in the nightstand -- leftovers from Jimmy. Is that what 
you meant by prepared?" 

"It is..." She stood and led him to her bedroom. He embraced her and kissed her 
lips. Autumn began unbuttoning his shirt. She pushed it off his shoulders and 
rested her face against his shoulder, caressing his breast and fingering his 
chest hair. "How old are you, Autumn?" he asked. 

"Twenty-eight." 

"You don't look a day over twenty-four. You don't think I'm too old for you?" 

"I told you -- I'm comfortable with you. I'm more comfortable with older men." 

Lewis unhooked his belt and slipped his feet from his boat shoes. Standing 
before her in his briefs he embraced her and pressed his hips against hers. 

Autumn turned down the covers on her bed. Lewis sat with his back against the 
headboard. He patted the mattress between his legs and Autumn sat with her back 
against his chest. He held her around her waist, nuzzled the base of her neck 
and kissed her shoulder. "That feels nice," she said. 

"I love your scent," he remarked. "I don't suppose you wear a fragrance." 

"I'm not big on makeup or cologne," she replied. 

"So, it's your natural body chemistry -- very sweet." He smoothed his palm 
against her thigh. "Your skin is so clear and fresh." 

"I take care of it. I can't go out in the sun -- I can't tan, I burn." 

"You're so fair I bet you get sunburn standing too close to a light bulb." He 
nuzzled her neck again. "What about the enemas turned you on?" he asked. 

"Everything -- the water flowing into me ... feeling the fullness ... thinking 
about it makes me want more." 

"Feeling your belly get full and firm and seeing it bulge turned me on," he 
replied. 

"I thought I saw something bulging on you. Has giving enemas done that to you 
before?" 

"I've always been able to suppress any such feelings -- professional setting, 
you know. I couldn't suppress them with you." 

Autumn placed her hand on his wrist. She guided his hand against her breast and 
he felt its softness through the fabric of the gown. Running his fingers across 
her breast he could discern a knot of flesh growing erect under his touch. 

Autumn lifted up and freed the hem of her gown from under her. "From 
underneath," she said. Lewis slipped his hand under the fabric and cupped his 
palm over her breast, his skin against hers. She pressed her hand against his. 
"Your hand is warm -- feels good," she said softly. 

"Your heart has settled down." 

"You've put me at ease ... and you have a nice touch, Lewis." 

He stroked her breast, her nipple firming between his fingers. Then he coaxed 
her to lean forward and he loosened the ties holding the gown together. She 
slipped the gown from her arms and let it fall to the floor; then she relaxed, 
nude, against him again. 

Lewis looked down and gazed on her pale, C-cup sized breasts with matching, 
pinkish-tan areolas and thick, fleshy nipples. "You have a sensational body, 
Autumn," he remarked. 

Cupping each of her breasts in his palms he ran his thumbs along her areolas and 
stroked her nipples. Autumn squeezed his thighs. "Mmm...." she sighed. Her lips 
parted and she drew in a long, deep breath. "Feels really good, Lewis," she 
said. "So good..." 

Autumn eased from between his legs and knelt, straddling his hips and facing 
him. Lewis kissed her lips and kissed her again. She relaxed her jaw and Lewis 
eased his tongue into her mouth. She stroked it with her lips, pressed her mouth 
against his and began exploring his with her tongue. 

Lewis held her shoulder blades. He kissed her breasts and rimmed her areola with 
his tongue, drawing her nipple into his mouth and nursing. Then, he mouthed her 
other breast. 

Autumn lay beside him and ran her hands along his chest. "You have a nice body, 
Lewis." 

"For a fifty-something?" 

"For anyone." 

Lewis knelt near her. He leaned toward her and kissed her breasts. Moving his 
hands along her sides he caressed her, feeling her ribs under her skin and 
running his thumbs along her firm abdomen. "Nice bush," he remarked and he ran 
his fingers through her kinky tangle of light brown pubic hair. With his knuckle 
he stroked between her labia and her thighs jerked in response. 

He held her around her shoulder blades and caressed her thigh, on the upstroke 
slipping his finger between her labia and teasing her clit, each caress 
eliciting a soft moan from the back of her throat. He dipped his finger into her 
copious juices and dragged some onto her clit to keep it moist and slick. Then 
he began an up-and-down stroking, counting in his head to keep his cadence. 
"That feels really good," she said, drew in a deep breath and released it 
slowly. 

"Touch me," he said. Autumn caressed his face and traced his lips. She slipped 
her finger into his mouth and he sucked it. Lewis leaned over her and began 
tonguing her breast and sucking her nipple. In his lips and tongue he could feel 
her heartbeats through her flesh. 

Autumn held onto him. He lay his face against her chest and began mouthing her 
left breast. He could hear her heart pounding. "Feels really good," she panted. 
He drew her nipple into his mouth and massaged it with his tongue. Lewis 
maintained a steady cadence on her clit and synched his tonguing of her nipple 
to the rhythm of his finger. Autumn's heart began racing and her breathing 
became heavy panting. 

"Ahhhh!" she gasped, her thighs shaking and the muscles in her belly jerking. 
"AHHHH! Stop! Stop stop stop!" She slipped her hand between her mons and his 
finger, rolled onto her right side and pressed her thighs together. A pink flush 
covered her cheeks and neck and her heavy breathing subsided as she caught her 
breath. "You made me come, Lewis," she panted. "You made me come." 

"You didn't want to come?" 

She smiled and laughed, then covered his face with kisses. "That's not it. I 
haven't before." 

"You never had an orgasm before?" he asked. 

"Of course I have ... just not during sex." She caressed his face. "You see -- 
I've led a sheltered life. I was a virgin before Jimmy and he wasn't an 
experienced or imaginative lover." 

"He never heard of foreplay?" 

"He tried ... but he was too impatient." She kissed his lips. "Not like you, 
Lewis." 

"Don't overestimate my abilities." 

"You're patient with me. I need that, too." 

He kissed her. "That looked like a very sweet orgasm," he remarked. 

"Mmm... It was." She lay on her back and opened her thighs. "I'm ready for you, 
Lewis." 

Lewis opened the drawer on her nightstand. He spotted the box of condoms and 
handed her one. As she unwrapped it he slipped out of his briefs and knelt near 
her. Autumn wrapped her fingers around his stiff organ. "Mmm," she remarked, 
"nice and firm. It has a heartbeat..." She unrolled the condom onto him and then 
relaxed on her back, her thighs spread wide. 

Holding his shaft at its base Lewis guided its tip between her labia, wet and 
slick with her juices. Her warm tissues enveloped him as he eased his weight 
onto her. She held him around his shoulders. Lewis paused for a moment, gazing 
into her odd, blue, Asian-like eyes and regarding her pale skin, her slender 
arms and her perfect breasts. He kissed her lips and stroked her face. "You are 
gorgeous," he said. 

Then, locking his legs with hers he began rocking his hips, thrusting in hard 
and taking his pleasure on the draw. Autumn's lips parted. "Oh ... oh ... oh," 
she grunted with each of his thrusts. 

Lewis increased the vigor of his thrusting as his climax neared. Autumn held his 
head and pressed her lips against his. He grunted as he ejaculated, then drew in 
a deep breath and released it. She held him in a tight embrace and he felt the 
muscles in her abdomen against his. 

His excitement subsiding, Lewis reached under himself to snag the condom by its 
rim and lifted off of her; and then he lay on his back, holding Autumn under his 
arm. 

She ran her fingers through a patch of chest hair on his sternum. "That felt 
really good, Lewis," she said softly. "I liked feeling you inside me." 

"I liked feeling me inside you, too." 

She kissed his cheek and snuggled against him. Lewis felt her body relaxing and 
her muscles twitching as sleep overcame her. He closed his eyes. 



It was deep twilight when he awoke. Autumn lay against him, her arm across his 
chest. He kissed her shoulder and she stirred. "Mmmph," she mumbled. "What time 
is it?" 

"Nine by your clock," he replied. "How are you feeling?" 

"Hungry. I haven't eaten much in the past couple of days ... not in the mood 
being bound up like I was. Now, after the enemas ... I'm hungry." 

"I can pop next door and get our dinners," he suggested. "We can give them a 
blast in the microwave ... have dinner in bed" 

"Mmm... Good idea." 

Lewis pulled on his jeans. Bare-chested and barefoot he went into his side of 
the duplex and returned with the two boxes of takeout, along with another box of 
rice. He handed the char sue ding to Autumn. She used a pair of bamboo 
chopsticks to pick up a chunk of pork and pop it in her mouth. 

Lewis scooped some of his with a plastic fork. "You use those like a pro," he 
remarked, gesturing toward her chopsticks. 

"I spent a semester in Singapore," she replied. 

"I could never master them." 

"They're easy. I can teach you." She sipped some ginger ale. "I'm still trying 
to understand why the enemas affected me the way they did." 

"Well ... you must have some anal-erotic tendencies you didn't know you had. The 
nerves down there are pretty close together." 

"The further it went into me the more aroused I became," she replied. 

"You learned something about your body today." He scooped more of his dinner. 

"Lewis -- why does giving me enemas turn you on?" 

"That's tough to answer," he replied and chortled. "The earliest hard-on I 
remember was when I was about twelve or so. I was spending some time at my 
aunt's house -- my parents were on some trip or other and out of town. My aunt 
was like my mom -- they grew up together in a family in which regular enemas 
were routine." 

"She was your mom's sister?" Autumn asked. 

"That's right... My mother had discontinued giving me enemas -- I think she gave 
me my last one when I was eight or so. I had a cousin -- Christine -- who was a 
couple of years younger than I. My Aunt Ethel decided Christine needed an 
enema..." 

"Why would she think that?" 

"I think moms of that era kept close tabs on their kids' bowel habits. At any 
rate, it was bedtime. I went to use the bathroom and found it occupied. The door 
was ajar, and from where I stood I had a good view of the proceedings, and I 
remember it as if it were yesterday. I saw my aunt slip a bar of Ivory soap into 
a pitcher and run water over it. My cousin was standing in her nightshirt with a 
distressed expression on her face. Aunt Ethel picked the soap bar from the 
pitcher and dumped the sudsy water into the family red bag, which she hung, 
bulging with a quart of warm, sudsy water, from a wire coat hanger on a high 
towel bar. Then, she sat on the toilet lid and snapped her fingers. Christine 
dropped her panties, knelt and leaned over her lap. My aunt pulled up my 
cousin's gown. I could see everything. I watched as Aunt Ethel pushed the 
Vaseline-coated enema tip into my cousin's bottom, held it in place with one 
hand and switched on the water with the other. The bag started to deflate. At 
that point my aunt started to glance in my direction so I backed out of view, 
though I could still hear Christine's moans and whimpers. What I saw gave me a 
powerful boner that lasted a long time. And, it made a lasting impression on 
me." He regarded her. "When I was in my early teens I experimented with enemas 
and had some of the same experiences as you. As I matured I sort of grew out of 
it." 

"I must've grown into it," she replied, "and I didn't even know I had it." 

"You know," he remarked, "after tonight we need to figure out what sort of a 
relationship suits us." 

Autumn swallowed a mouthful. "You were wonderful tonight, Lewis. I've never 
experienced such satisfying sex. You're attentive and giving. I think that comes 
with experience." 

"It comes with something," he replied. 

"I'm still a bit gun-shy after the Jimmy business. I'm not ready for a serious 
commitment ... not yet." 

"I guess I'm not either." 

"We can be good friends." 

"Friends who see each other naked," he remarked. "We'd be friends with 
benefits." 

"That suits me," she replied, "for now, at least. Who knows what it might 
develop into?" 

"Who knows?" he agreed. 

Autumn emptied her carton and drained her soda can. She pressed her hand on her 
belly. "That hit the spot. I needed it, Lewis. I needed everything tonight." 

Lewis picked up the empties and carried them to her kitchen. He retuned to her 
bedroom and slid under her covers, beside her. "Do you want me to leave or 
stay?" he asked. 

"I want you to stay." 

"So do I. I think feeling the other's warmth against you as you fall asleep is 
the best part of lovemaking." 

"The best?" she asked. 

"Yes -- the best." 

"I do believe you're a closet romantic, Lewis." 

"And, I believe you're a closet enemaphile." 

"Takes one to know one, don't you think?" 

Lewis held Autumn under his arm as she cuddled against him. She reached down and 
wrapped her fingers around his flaccid manhood. "I think it's so odd..." 

"What's odd?" 

"How big and hard it was and now..." 

"How soft and flaccid?" 

"Mmm... Though ... I do believe it's showing signs of life." She stroked the 
underside of his shaft from his glans to its base with the soft pads of her 
fingers. "Definitely responding." She giggled. "It just bounced." 

"Bounced?" 

"Watch..." She stroked him again and his organ jerked. "Are you doing that?" 

"You're doing it," he replied. "It likes what you're doing." 

"It likes or you like?" 

"It likes." 

She knelt over his hips and kissed his glans. "It tastes like rubber." 

"Latex from the condom," he remarked. Autumn knelt on her knees and elbows, 
straddling his body. She held his face and pressed her lips to his. "You want 
more?" he asked. 

"I have a healthy libido," she replied. "Once it gets going it has quite an 
appetite. Can you do more?" 

"I can do more," he replied. She shifted her body toward his face so her left 
breast dangled over his lips. Lewis caressed it and guided her nipple into his 
mouth; then he stroked her back and shoulder blades, pulling her tightly against 
his body. "I like how this feels," she said. "I like how you hold me, Lewis. It 
feels like you want me and I need that." 

He coaxed her alongside of him, slipped one leg between hers and began massaging 
her breasts, stroking them from her ribs outward as if milking them and ending 
each stroke with a tug on her nipples. Autumn's lips parted and she drew in deep 
breaths through them. She thrust her mons against his thigh with each of his 
strokes. 

Lewis eased her onto her back. He lifted her ankle and kissed her calf, nuzzling 
behind her knee. Then he began kissing and licking the insides of her thighs, 
alternating from left to right until he reached her vulva. Lying flat between 
her legs he nuzzled her bush and parted her labia. "You have a pretty pussy," he 
remarked. 

"What makes one pretty?" 

"You have perfect, textbook anatomy," he replied as he explored the shape of her 
clitoral shaft. "Your clit feels as hard as a marble." 

"It feels like it could explode," she replied, "I'm so aroused." 

"We had better do something to relieve the pressure." He ran the tip of his 
tongue along the slick insides of her labia. "You taste like latex, too," he 
remarked. Then he worked his lips between them and began stimulating her clit 
with the tip of his tongue. Lewis slid his arms under her thighs and caressed 
her flat abdomen. Cupping his hands over her breasts he began rolling her 
nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. 

Autumn placed one hand on his head and ran her fingers through his hair. She 
placed the other on his hand and pressed it against her breast. "Feels so good, 
Lewis," she said softly. "So good..." She closed her eyes and her breathing 
deepened. He could feel her ribs move with each breath and he could feel her 
flex her pelvic muscles, causing her clit to protrude. 

She stretched her arms out to her sides, palms down and gripped the bedclothes. 
"Oh," she gasped. "I feel as limp as a dishrag. This is perfect, Lewis. Don't 
change it -- don't change anything." She drew in another deep breath. "It's 
building ... building into a strong one..." 

Each stroke of his tongue on her clit reverberated in her thigh muscles. Through 
her breast he could feel her heart pounding and then racing. Autumn drew in a 
deep breath through her wide-open mouth. "AHHH!" she gasped, her thighs shaking 
and her belly jerking. "Oh, God..." She touched his wrist. "Too much here, now." 

Lewis moved his hands from her breasts, caressed her belly and massaged her 
mons. Autumn gasped and made a little, post-orgasmic laugh. "Lewis -- you can 
stop now." He continued tonguing her clit. "Lewis -- I said you can stop... On 
second thought, it's starting to feel really good again..." She closed her eyes 
and her breathing again deepened. "Oh, God," she gasped and her legs shook. 

He slipped his hands under her buttocks and lifted them, pressing her vulva 
against his lips. Autumn let out a strangulated yelp, gasped and moaned. Lewis 
could feel the muscles in her pelvic floor throbbing against his chin as each 
orgasm washed over her. She drew up her knees and squeezed his head between her 
thighs. Autumn let out a cry and slipped her hand under his jaw. "Enough!" she 
cried. 

Lewis came up from between her legs. She lay flat on her back, gasping to regain 
her breath. This time a bright pink flush covered her cheeks, neck and upper 
chest. "Are you all right?" he asked. 

"Oh, God am I all right!" she panted. "I never knew I could do that." 

"Do what?" 

"Have multiples. It was like waves washing over me... How did you know I could 
do that?" 

"Most women can," he replied. "They just stop too soon." She reached for him and 
kissed his lips, hers dry from mouth breathing. "Would you like a glass of 
water?" 

She nodded. "Yes. Water would be good." 

Lewis returned from her kitchen with a glass. She sat up and sipped from it. 
"That's better." She handed the glass to him and he set it on the nightstand. 
Then he retrieved another condom, unwrapped it and handed it to her. 

He lay on his back. Autumn knelt beside him and ran her hands along his legs and 
body. She squeezed his erect organ and kissed the underside of its shaft. Then 
she unrolled the condom onto it. "How do you want me?" she asked. 

"On top this time." 

She mounted him and he rocked his hips to drive into her. They locked legs. She 
cradled his face in her hands and they kissed. Lewis held her around her 
shoulders and the small of her back and the began mutual thrusting against each 
other. 

Autumn rocked her hips in a regular rhythm. Lewis smoothed his palm along her 
buttocks, his fingers exploring her crevasse. He encountered the pucker of her 
anus, still slick with her juices and his saliva and he inserted his finger in, 
up to his second knuckle. Inside her rectum felt like warm, wet velvet -- a 
sensation he couldn't appreciate wearing an examination glove. 

She increased the vigor of her humping and grunted from the exertion. Her back 
became moist. "You're taking longer this time," she panted. 

"Are you complaining?" he grunted 

"Just sayin'..." 

Lewis felt her sphincter tighten around his finger as Autumn groaned. He felt 
his climax nearing so he held tightly onto her bottom and pressed his hips 
against hers. With a groan he ejaculated and then fell limp under her. 

Autumn covered his face with kisses. He caressed her cheek. "Did you have 
another?" 

"I don't know," she replied. 

"How can you not know?" 

"I think it's different for a woman." 

"I'll say it's different. I'd give anything to know what a female orgasm feels 
like ... to have them wash over you like waves." He began to reach under her for 
the condom. 

"Do you have to leave so soon?" she asked. 

"No." He held her around her shoulders and stroked her back. Autumn sniffled and 
wiped her eyes. "Hey, hey," he said softly. "Are you the sort of girl who cries 
after sex?" 

"No. I'm not." 

"Then, what is it?" 

"I suddenly felt so close to you, Lewis. I felt I could trust you, implicitly -- 
with anything ... with any part of me. I've never felt that before ... with 
anyone. It's a bit scary." 

"I was thinking, while I was doing oral on you and you were lying, nude, before 
me ... arms outstretched and in all your vulnerability -- how much trust that 
entailed." 

"I think I can love you, Lewis. I think I'm beginning to. That scares me, too." 

"Let's not go any faster or further than feels right," he replied. 

"Agreed..." Lewis held onto the condom as she lifted off of him. She lay beside 
him, under his arm and stroked his chest. "I still feel it," she said. 

"Feel what?" 

"Like you're still inside me ... I get these little ... twinges ... aftershocks. 
I wish we didn't need to use a condom." 

"Have you tried going on the pill?" 

"I have and they don't agree with me." 

"It's not the only solution," he replied as he stroked her face. "I'm sure we 
can figure out something." 



 

Part IV

Lewis taped shut the last box and attached the address labels. He carried them 
upstairs and loaded them into the trunk of the Oldsmobile. I should sell this 
and buy a truck, he thought. Then, he drove to the local UPS depot and unloaded 
the boxes onto the receiving dock. 

Back home he glanced at the clock display on his microwave oven. Five, he 
thought. Autumn would be along shortly. He sat and waited. Five-thirty came and 
went. Then six o'clock. 

He was about to call her cell when he remembered. She has some after-work 
meeting at the bank -- I remember, now. Geez, Lewis -- a mind is a terrible 
thing to lose... 

Lewis found a frozen entree in his freezer -- Salisbury steak. He warmed up his 
oven, removed the wrapper and slipped the foil tray in to heat. Popping open a 
bottle of beer, he sat at the kitchen table. 

Around eight-thirty he heard the garage door open. Looking out his window he saw 
Autumn's blue Ford pull into her side of the garage. The door rolled down. Home, 
safe and sound, he thought. 

Lewis stripped to his briefs and readied himself for bed. He heard his phone 
ring. 

"Hello?" 

Lewis -- it's Autumn. 

"I recognized you." 

Do you want to come over? 

"I was just getting ready for bed." 

Really? At eight-thirty? 

"Nothing else to do." 

Come over. Maybe we can come up with something to do. 

"Can I bring anything?" he asked. 

Mmm... I think I have everything we need. 

"Then, I'll see you shortly." 

I left the front door open. Please bolt it behind you. 

"Got it." 

Lewis set down the handset. He slipped into his jeans and pulled on a tee shirt. 
Then, picking up his keys he headed to the other unit in the duplex. He let 
himself in through the screen door, then closed and bolted the front door. 

Autumn approached him in a white satin, floor-length robe. Her full lips turned 
up in a smile upon seeing him. "I take it you have something in mind," he said. 

"Oh, Lewis... I had this after-hours meeting..." 

"Have you had dinner?" 

"Yes, they fed us. Lewis -- I couldn't keep my mind on it. It kept wandering to 
last Saturday night ... what we did together." 

"Any particular thing we did?" he asked. 

"All of it. I especially kept thinking about your story of watching your aunt 
give your cousin the enema." She walked toward the kitchen. Lewis saw the 
fountain syringe lying on the counter. Autumn held up a bar of Ivory soap. 

"You want to try a soapsuds enema?" Autumn bit her lip and nodded. "I'll go get 
some Dr Bronners." 

"No -- I want it to be like you described." 

"You're sure? Running water over bar soap isn't a very precise way to measure 
it. It might be too strong for you -- especially since you've never had soapsuds 
and don't know how you'll react to it." 

"It worked for your cousin." 

"Besides -- there's no guarantee that today's Ivory is the same as the Ivory of 
yore..." He took the bar from her and read the ingredients. "I don't see 
anything here that would be dangerous..." 

"So ... can we?" 

"Okay -- it's your enema..." Lewis turned on the tap to warm the water. He 
unwrapped the bar of soap and set it in the pitcher, then he turned on the tap 
full and let the warm water flow over it. Suds began overflowing into the sink. 
He scooped them away, removed the bar of soap floating in the pitcher, adjusted 
the level of the water and poured it into the bag. Holding up the bag he flushed 
air from the hose. 

He turned to Autumn. "You said your cousin was in her nightgown," she said. "Did 
it look anything like this?" She untied her robe and slipped it off. Underneath 
she wore a sheer black babydoll and matching briefs. The bodice closed with a 
single tie. It was open in front and the material was no more substantial than a 
whisper. 

"Not in the least," he replied. "That leaves little to the imagination." 

"Should I wear something else?" 

He chortled. "I don't have a very vivid imagination. You look sensational, 
Autumn." 

She led him into her bathroom. He saw the tube of surgical jelly on the corner 
of the sink. "I want you to give it to me over your lap." 

Lewis chuckled. "Autumn -- you're a little big for that. That procedure is 
pretty much reserved for children." 

"I still want to try it that way." 

"Why do you want that?" 

"I just want to experience it -- is that wrong?" 

"Oh, no ... not at all." He looked around. "The bathroom's too confining and 
there's no place to hang the bag." 

"Oh..." 

"Where's the stand?" 

"In the bedroom," she replied and picked up the tube of lube. 

"Do you have some Vaseline?" he asked. 

"Yes..." 

"We'll use that for an authentic experience." Lewis snatched a hand towel from a 
rod and headed into her bedroom. Autumn followed carrying a pot of petroleum 
jelly. He hung the bag on the stand and surveyed the premises. "Let's try the 
corner of the bed," he suggested, sat and patted his lap. "See if you can get 
comfortable lying across my knees." 

Autumn knelt and rested her hips on Lewis's knees. "This isn't so bad," she 
remarked. 

"Okay, then." Lewis adjusted the height of the bag on the stand. "This is about 
as high as it goes... I'm surprised you want to do this. You must never have 
been taken over a knee for a spanking." 

"I was never spanked in my life," she replied. "Of course, I was a good little 
girl." 

"I'm sure you were." He spread the towel across his thighs. "Okay, little girl -
- you're about to get an old-fashioned enema. Off with the undies." Autumn slid 
her briefs down her legs and stepped from them. "Over here." He patted his 
thigh. 

She knelt again with her hips across his thighs. Autumn lay her forearms on the 
floor, crossed her wrists and rested her forehead on them. Her long, slender 
legs were stretched out, ankles crossed and her toes touching the floor. "I'm 
okay," she said. 

"Actually, this isn't a bad position for receiving an enema," Lewis explained. 
"It angles your colon downhill." He caressed her buttocks. "It's good for the 
person administering it, too -- excellent access to your bottom. And, you have 
an excellent bottom. Did I ever tell you that?" 

"I think you have." 

He opened the jar of Vaseline, dipped in his finger and liberally coated the 
enema tip with it. With his left hand Lewis spread Autumn's buttocks to expose 
her anus. "You have a pretty little pucker, too. I'm going to grease it with 
this. That's how Aunt Ethel did Christine's..." Taking the nozzle in his right 
hand he used it to apply the Vaseline to her orifice. Gently rocking and 
rotating it he eased it through her anal canal and into her rectum. "You okay?" 

"I'm okay," she replied. 

Pressing his palm against her buttocks with the hose between his middle and ring 
fingers he held the nozzle in place. "It think," he said, "that you should take 
a soapsuds enema as fast as possible." 

"Why?" He heard Autumn's voice coming from the floor. 

"To get it all in before your colon realizes what hit it. Soapsuds can induce 
strong cramps. You don't want to be fighting them to get an enema in. I'm going 
to start the flow. Use your breathing to control any cramping. Ready?" 

"Ready." 

With his left hand Lewis snapped open the hose clamp. Within seconds Autumn was 
taking long, deliberate breaths. "I feel pressure," she cried. "Can you stop it 
for a minute?" 

"Try panting like a dog -- use your diaphragm." 

Autumn panted and Lewis felt her belly moving. Her breathing slowed. "That's 
better," she said. "It felt like a dam burst. Now I can feel it flowing further 
in." 

Autumn's breathing alternated from shallow panting to long, deep breaths. Lewis 
watched the bag deflate, its emptying gurgle dampened by the sudsy foam in the 
hose. "You're done," he announced as he closed the clamp and slipped the nozzle 
out of her bottom. 

"That was pretty quick. Now what?" 

"Well... Aunt Ethel made Christine hold them for fifteen minutes. 

"Fifteen minutes? I guess I can lie here for fifteen minutes." 

"You think so? How are you feeling?" 

"Not too bloated. I have a different sensation from last time ... kind of a 
dull, indistinct ache ... like mild nausea but down low." 

"You're beginning to feel the soap.." 

"Now it feels kind of like a case of Montezuma's Revenge coming on." She 
grunted. "I'm starting to have cramps, Lewis." 

"Keep holding it back," he replied. 

She groaned. "Another one ... strong one. I'm starting to feel really 
uncomfortable. When can I go?" 

"You wanted the soapsuds enema experience," he replied. "This is part of it." 

"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed and grunted. "I don't think I can hold it! Lewis!" 
She groaned again. "Lewis -- I don't want to have an accident!" 

"I'll help you." He folded the hand towel into layers. With his right hand he 
pressed the fabric against her anus and with his left he pinched together her 
buttocks. 

"Ahh ... owwww..." Autumn whimpered and a loud gurgle came from her belly. She 
panted, drew in a breath and grunted. "Mmmmpgh ... how much longer?" 

"It's been three minutes," he replied, checking his watch. 

"Three? Only three?" 

"When you're holding a soapsuds enema each minute feels like ten." 

"Mmmmpph," she gasped and a loud groan came from her abdomen. 

"After the this one, get up and go," he said. 

"Thank you..." Autumn grunted and grimaced. Then she eased from his lap, stood 
and dashed into the bathroom, throwing open the toilet lid and slamming the door 
in a single motion. 

Lewis took the bag from the stand, carried it to the kitchen and began rinsing 
it thoroughly. "Ohhh!" he heard her groan from behind the bathroom door. "Ohhh! 
Oh, man ... oh, God ... mmmmph...." 

He rapped on the door. "How are you doing in there? Everything coming out okay?" 

"Shut up!" she yelled and then grunted and groaned more. 

Lewis made two quarts of a salt solution and filled the bag with it. He carried 
it into her bedroom, hung it on the stand and adjusted the height. Taking a bath 
towel from her closet he spread it on the bed. With some matches from her 
nightstand he lit a pillar candle and turned off the lights. 

He sat on her sofa. Shortly he heard the toilet flush. Autumn emerged from the 
bathroom with a lock of her hair wet with perspiration and stuck to her 
forehead. She approached him, lips pursed and fists clenched. "You look like you 
had a workout," he remarked. 

"This was not funny!" she exclaimed. "Why didn't you tell me it would be like 
this?" 

"I tried to," he replied. "I tried to warn you. I tried to direct your 
thinking..." 

"Was this what your cousin experienced?" 

"I remember hearing her grunting and moaning. You have to realize, Autumn -- 
neither my mom nor my aunt were trained nurses. They learned to give enemas from 
their mother -- my grandmother -- and she wasn't a trained nurse, either. 
Whenever I make a soapsuds enema I use Dr Bronners, and I use it because I can 
measure it precisely and control the strength. You can't control what you can't 
measure, Autumn. That's advice that applies to all aspects of life. Come on -- 
I'll give you a rinse." 

"No thank you." 

"A rinse enema is kind of optional with glycerine," he replied. "With soapsuds 
it's obligatory. Soap can cause chemical colitis. If you think you were 
uncomfortable before ... well, you don't want to experience that." 

"Fine." She followed him into the bedroom and regarded the candle burning. 
"Forget it, Lewis. There's going to be no romantic evening tonight!" 

"I just wanted it to be soothing. If you're interested in trying different 
positions you might want to try taking this one on your tummy." He positioned a 
pillow on the towel. "Slip this under your hips. It'll keep pressure off your 
belly." 

Autumn lay on her stomach with the pillow under her hips. Lewis slipped an exam 
glove onto his right hand. "Autumn -- I apologize. I should've been more 
forceful in dissuading you." 

"It felt like you were trying to teach me a lesson," she said with a pout. 
"We'll see who knows more about enemas." 

"Maybe there was an element of that. I am sorry. I'm sorry you experienced such 
discomfort." 

"Discomfort? That was the worst experience of my life! Lewis -- if my first 
enema had been like that one, there wouldn't have been a second one and we 
wouldn't have ... what it is we have together." 

"I said I'm sorry." 

She sniffled. "What's worse is ... I thought this would be something that would 
give you a thrill." 

"And, it did. I appreciate what you were trying to do. Forgive me?" 

"I'll think about it. I thought you were going to give me an enema." 

"Right..." He lifted the hem of her sheer gown, spread her buttocks and worked 
lube into her anus. Gently working the rounded tip of the douche nozzle past her 
sphincter he slid it into her rectum. Then he opened the clamp and closed it 
partway. 

"It feels cool," she remarked. 

"I think the water in the hose lost its heat." 

"It feels warmer, now. It's flowing in easily." 

"I can't rub your tummy with you lying like this like this," he remarked, "but I 
can rub your back." He slipped his hand under her hem and caressed her. 

"That feels nice..." She began taking deep breaths. "Lying like this I can feel 
the water flowing up my left side and across. Seems to be taking longer." 

"I have the hose stopped down a bit," he replied, "for a gentle fill." He began 
caressing the backs of her thighs. 

"That feels nice, too." 

"You have such pretty legs." Lewis glanced at the bag. He pinched it to feel the 
level of water. "Almost done." He closed the clamp and removed the nozzle. "How 
are you feeling?" 

"Full ... but not too full. I think that first enema really cleaned me out." 

"I'm sure it did." He continued caressing her legs. 

"I want to get up and go but what you're doing feels good, too." 

Lewis stood. "Get up and go." Autumn rolled to one side, swung her feet to the 
floor and stood. "Let's see that tummy." 

She smoothed her hand along her abdomen. "Looks a little big." 

"A little big," he replied. "What's a little big? I do see some distention." She 
headed for the bathroom. "How about it if I make some hot chocolate? I know you 
like it and I know where everything is." 

"Okay..." She closed the door behind her. 

Lewis poured milk into two mugs and set them in her microwave oven. He set a can 
of cocoa mix on the counter and waited for her. When he heard the toilet flush 
he pressed the button on the microwave. 

Autumn stepped from the bathroom. "How are you feeling?" he asked. 

She nodded. "Much better, thanks." He set two mugs on her table. "In that tin on 
the counter are some ginger cookies one of my tellers made." 

"This?" He carried the tin to the table and pried off the lid. Autumn reached in 
and took one. 

She sipped her cocoa. "Lewis..." She reached for his hand. "I forgive you, 
Lewis. I can't stay angry with you. And, I admit my own culpability. I should've 
discussed it with you, first." 

"I'm willing to talk about anything, Autumn. Nothing's off limits." 

"I wanted to surprise you. I wanted to do something that would be a treat for 
you, and I wanted it to be spontaneous. I didn't anticipate having that 
reaction. So... I know it's not all your fault." 

He nodded. "Thanks. It'll take me a while for me to forgive myself. I was the 
one in charge and I let you down..." 

Autumn's eyes widened and she pressed her hand to her belly. "Excuse me..." She 
headed back into the bathroom. She returned a few moments later. "I always think 
I'm empty when I'm not. Do you think the cocoa had anything to do with it?" 

"It might," he replied. "Your stomach and colon lie next to each other. One can 
stimulate the other." 

Autumn drained her mug. Lewis picked up hers and carried both to her sink. He 
turned to face her. "I think I'll be going." 

"You're not coming to bed?" she asked. 

"You want me after tonight?" 

"I really don't like being alone at night, Lewis." 

He followed her into the bedroom where he stripped to his briefs. "I'll blow out 
the candle." 

"Leave it lit," she replied. "I'll blow it out in a bit. I like watching the 
shadows flicker." 

Autumn lay on her side, her back to him. He slipped his arm around her waist and 
held her tightly. She drew in a breath and released it as a sigh. "This does 
feel good, Lewis," she said. 

"Autumn -- I really am sorry..." 

"I said I forgave you. It's forgotten, Lewis." He kissed her shoulder. "Mmm?" 
she said. 

"Mmm what?" 

"That felt kinda nice." He kissed her shoulder again. Autumn placed her hand on 
his, guided it to her lips and kissed it. Then, she cupped his fingers over her 
breast. 

"I thought you said no romantic evening." 

"I changed my mind. It is a woman's prerogative, isn't it?" Lewis began nuzzling 
the base of her neck and fondling her breast through the fabric of her gown. 
"Feels good," she said. "Both sides?" 

"I'll see if I can..." He slipped his left arm under her and squeezed both her 
breasts. 

"Feels really good," she whispered. "I like how you're kissing me ... holding me 
... touching me... Mmm..." 

He continued fondling her through her gown. Autumn's belly jerked and her legs 
twitched. "Here," he said and sat up, his back against the headboard. 

Autumn rested her back against his chest. "You like this position, don't you?" 

"I do and I think you do, too." He untied the lace holding together the bodice 
of her gown and it fell open. "Those sensational breasts ... you are such a 
pretty girl, Autumn..." Lewis cupped his hands over her breasts and began making 
long strokes on them, ending each with a tug on her nipples. At the same time he 
kissed, nuzzled and nibbled her neck and shoulders. 

Autumn gripped his thighs. Her breathing deepened and her legs began to quiver. 
Lewis caressed her right thigh, sliding his palm up until his fingers were 
stroking her labia. After moistening his middle finger on his tongue he worked 
it into her slit. She drew in a deep breath. "Mmm..." 

She drew up her knees, placed the soles of her feet together and let her thighs 
fall wide open. Lewis dipped into her warm, slick juices; then, holding her 
clitoral shift with his thumb he began stroking her glans with his finger. "Uh-
huh ... uh-huh ... uh-huh..." Autumn made soft moans in the back of her throat. 

With his left hand he pinched and rolled her nipple in time with his stroking. 
Autumn grabbed the sheets. She tilted back her face, her mouth wide open and 
panted. "Lewis," she gasped, "this feels perfect. Don't change it..." 

Lewis continued fondling her left breast. He could feel her heart begin to race 
and her ribs moving with her heavy breathing. He gave her shoulder a gentle love 
bite. "Lewis," she panted, "I'm gonna come. More. MORE!" He increased the vigor 
of his stroking. "Ahh!" she gasped, her legs shaking and her belly jerking. 
"Ahh! Oh, stop!" She made a little laugh and her breathing slowed. 

Autumn leaned forward and let her nightgown slip off her shoulders. Lewis placed 
it on the foot of the bed. She knelt beside him and he slid down on his back. 
She wrapped her fingers around his stiff organ, squeezed it and kissed it. 

From her nightstand she removed a condom. "One more left in the box," she 
remarked. 

"I'll replenish the supply when I go out tomorrow," he replied. 

She removed the condom from its wrapper and unrolled it onto him. Then, throwing 
one leg over him she knelt, straddling his hips. Lewis held his shaft and guided 
it into her. 

Autumn rotated her hips. "Mmm... You're in deep like this. Feels good, Lewis." 

Lewis ran is hands along her thighs. He pressed his thumb against her mons and 
worked it into her slit. Autumn leaned back, supporting herself on her arms. He 
pressed his thumb against her clit and began stroking it. 

"That feels kinda interesting," she said. "Mmm... How long can you do that?" 

"How long will it take?" 

"Not long..." He watched her belly heave as her breathing deepened. Autumn 
placed her left hand on her breast and pinched her own nipple. "Feels so good," 
she panted, "with you so deep in me... Down a little ... now, a little faster... 
Just like that. Oh!" 

Her breathing became deep, heavy panting. Then, she drew in a deep breath, 
closed her eyes and opened her mouth. "OHHH!" she groaned and her thighs jerked. 
"Stop." She laughed again and then leaned forward, placing her hands on his 
chest and pinching his nipples. 

Autumn began riding him up and down. Lewis held onto her thighs. "Mmm..." he 
grunted. "Autumn -- I'm close..." He closed his eyes and grunted as his orgasm 
exploded in his loins. 

She leaned toward her nightstand and blew out the candle, then she snuggled 
against him. Lewis caressed her shoulder. "Lewis?" 

"What?" 

"I liked being across your lap. I liked the intimacy." 

"It's a rather submissive posture." 

"Maybe I liked that part of it, too." 

"Well ... I liked having you across my lap." 

"I'd like to try it again." 

"But -- without soapsuds." 

"Yeah... Without soapsuds." 

"The last enema I remember getting from my mom I got over her lap," he said. "I 
was about eight. She used a bulb syringe." 

"A bulb syringe?" 

"Uh-huh. She never used the red bag on me. I still remember the sensations. She 
made the water on the cool side. I remember feeling each surge of coolness deep 
in my pelvis." 

"Oooh... Maybe we could try a bulb syringe." 

"They're reserved for little kids," he replied, "just right for a pint-sized 
enema for a pint-sized patient. They're not practical for an adult." 

"Why not?" 

"Your drugstore enema bulb only holds six ounces. If you're giving a one-pint 
enema to a child, that means three refills. A two-quart adult-sized enema would 
be ten or eleven refills. That many insertions could cause distress to the 
delicate tissues involved." 

"Oh... Oh, well..." She snuggled against him. "Mmm... This feels so good, Lewis. 
I'm so relaxed..." She kissed his cheek. "Good night, Lewis." 

He felt her body relax as she drowsed and then he closed his eyes. 

He awoke to find himself alone in her bed. The clock on her nightstand read 
seven-thirty. He arose and slipped into his briefs. Autumn was in her living 
room, adjusting a scarf. She was wearing a black skirt, white blouse and a black 
blazer. Her bank nameplate was pinned to the lapel. "I have to get to work," she 
said. 

"Do you have thoughts for dinner?" 

"I started something in the crock pot." 

"You started something? What time did you get up?" 

"Same as every day -- five thirty. Feel free to bring something for dessert, if 
you'd like." 

"I will do that." 

She kissed his lips. "Lewis -- thank you for an evening I'll never forget." 

"I was about to say the same." 

She kissed him again. "Gotta go. See you tonight. You'll lock the door behind 
you, won't you?" 



 

Part V

Lewis was folding the handle on the lawn mower before stowing it in the garden 
shed adjacent to the duplex's garage. Autumn's blue Ford pulled into the 
driveway. He caught her eye and she waved. 

She parked the car in the garage and opened the trunk. From it she lifted a pair 
of grocery bags. 

Lewis approached her and took one of the bags from her. He followed her in to 
her unit. "I fixed the leak in the air conditioner," he said. "The drain line 
was plugged -- some mold or slime or something." 

"Thank you. With this heat and humidity I need to run it. I can't believe you 
mowed the lawn in it. Look at you -- you're soaking wet!" 

"It had to be done. He mopped perspiration from his forehead. "I'm going to take 
a shower, what with the smell of gas fumes and the cut grass. I'll stop over 
this evening and we can figure out dinner. Okay?" 

"Okay." She gave him another wave. 



Lewis dried himself and dressed in shorts and a tee shirt. His phone rang and he 
picked it up. "Hello?" 

Hi, it's me, Lewis. 

"Autumn, what do you want?" 

Can you come over? 

"Now?" 

Yeah, now. I have something to show you. 

"I'll be right over." 

The door's unlocked. Bye. 

He hung up the phone, slipped his feet into a pair of sandals and walked across 
the porch to the other side of the duplex. "Autumn -- is that air conditioner 
still leaking?" 

"No," she called from the bedroom. Then she approached him wearing a green and 
blue tartan miniskirt, its hem cutting across the upper third of her thighs. She 
also wore navy knee socks and a white, short-sleeved blouse. On her feet were a 
pair of black, low-heeled pumps and her wavy, blonde hair was held back with a 
wide, black headband. "Well?" She turned around to model her outfit. "Do you 
like it?" 

"That outfit takes ten years off of you. You look like a high school senior." 

"I was hoping it made me look like an eighth-grader." 

"Eighth-graders don't have boobs like yours." 

"Some of the girls in my eighth-grade class were pretty well endowed," she 
replied. 

"Don't tell me that's an acceptable outfit for the bank." 

"No, silly. I had the blouse. I bought the skirt today -- at the thrift store." 

"The thrift store?" 

"Yes. The new Goodwill store opened across the street from the grocery. I went 
in there on a lark and saw this. It cost me three bucks." 

"Three bucks?" 

"Yeah... I was looking for a prom dress but didn't see anything appropriate." 

"Prom dress?" 

"I never went to prom ... never had a prom night. I thought maybe you and I..." 

"No one invited you to prom? A stunner like you?" 

"I really was rather shy," she said. "I wasn't comfortable around boys my age. I 
made myself unapproachable." 

He nodded. "An ice princess. I know the type. BELIEVE me, I know the type. Did 
you meet Jimmy in high school or later?" he asked. 

"Later." 

"Was he older?" 

Autumn regarded him. "Don't press me about him, Lewis. I don't care to know 
anything about your previous love life. Please respect me on this." 

"Fair enough." 

"Jimmy was a mistake. A mistake I regret. Enough said." 

"Understood. It's a dead topic, Autumn." He looked into her eyes. "Okay?" 

She smiled. "Okay." 

He scanned her up and down. "You do look sensational. What about the knee socks? 
Did they come from the thrift store, too?" 

"Oh, I had those." 

"When would you wear them?" 

"When it gets chilly outside ... with pants. Well -- do you like how I look in 
it?" 

"You always look just beautiful, Autumn." 

"Do you want to know my inspiration?" 

"What?" he asked. 

She beckoned him to her computer and brought up an image of two young women. One 
was dressed in a 1950's vintage nursing uniform. Face down across her lap, the 
other wore a short skirt, blouse and ankle socks. Her skit was lifted to expose 
her naked buttocks. The one in the nurse's costume was inserting a bulb syringe 
into the other's bottom. 

"Where did you find that?" he asked. 

"Google Images," she replied. "I saw it and it made me want to try it." 

"Is this what you want to try tonight?" he asked. 

Autumn shook her head. "Uhn-uhn. It's what I want to try right now. I can't wait 
'til tonight. Besides -- I thought it might be better to get the enemas out of 
the way before dinner." 

"They can go better on an empty stomach." He headed toward the closet where her 
enema gear was stowed. 

Autumn handed something to him. "I want to try using this." 

Lewis regarded a bulb syringe. "Where did you get that?" 

"I ordered it online. It's a ten ounce syringe. I figured, for a one and a half 
quart enema, this would require five or so refills ... only two more than your 
pint enema." 

"You've been planning this for a while..." Lewis regarded her, agape. "You 
ordered it from a competitor! I'm a little hurt, Autumn. How could you?" 

"He carries ten ounce bulbs and we don't," she replied. "We only carry six and 
eight ounce bulbs." 

"I know..." 

"Maybe we should start carrying these, too." 

"Maybe..." 

"They also carried a twenty-four ounce bulb but I thought that would be a bit 
awkward." 

"A bit..." Lewis turned the object over in his hands. He grabbed the attached 
straight enema pipe and wrenched it from the bulb. 

"What are you doing?" Autumn asked. 

He took the douche tip from Autumn's kit and worked it into the opening on the 
bulb. "I'm exchanging the enema tip for the douche nozzle." He showed her the 
enema tip. "See? The tip is kind of sharp. Those edges can catch tissues in the 
anal canal and injure them. Even though the douche tip is bigger, it's rounder 
and can't do that." 

"Oh..." Lewis ran water in her kitchen sink to warm it. "Make it like the one 
you described." 

"What did I describe?" 

"You know -- a little on the cool side." 

"Okay..." He adjusted the faucet and tested the water on his wrist. "Feel." 

"Feels warm," she replied. 

"Well -- something can feel warm to your skin but cool to your insides. You can 
sense water that's only a few degrees below body temperature as being cool. I 
think I'm going to dispense with the glycerine and give you a salt-and-soda 
enema." 

"Why?" 

"The cool water can be a bit cramping. No need to make it any more so than 
necessary. This solution is a bit hypertonic..." 

"What does that mean?" 

"It means the salt concentration is greater than in your bodily fluids. It'll 
make the enema mildly purgative." He filled the pitcher from the tap and added 
salt and baking soda, stirring it until the solution was clear. "I need a large, 
wide bowl," he said." 

"What for?" 

"To fill the bulb." 

"Oh..." Autumn removed a large, stainless steel mixing bowl from a cabinet. 

Lewis found a tray. "We also need some Vaseline. Refilling the bulb could wash 
away water soluble lube." 

Autumn produced a jar of petroleum jelly. Lewis found a tray. Onto it he placed 
the bowl, Vaseline, the bulb syringe and his box of examination gloves. "I don't 
have a costume to complement yours," he remarked. 

"That's okay." Autumn carried the pitcher into the bedroom. 

"I assume this is a make-good for the over-the-lap soapsuds fiasco?" 

"Think what you like." 

Lewis set the tray on the bed and dumped the contents of the pitcher into the 
bowl. He sat on the corner of the bed, spread a towel across his lap and patted 
his thigh. 

Autumn reached under her skirt and slipped her briefs down. She stepped from 
them and picked them up. "Kinda damp," she remarked. "Thinking about this is 
making me so horny..." She knelt near him and then, lifting her hem, she lay 
across his thighs, her buttocks exposed and her forearms resting on the floor. 
She crossed her wrists and rested her forehead on them, and she crossed her 
long, straight legs at her ankles, toes touching the floor. "Ready," she said. 

Lewis caressed her bottom. "You have a mighty fine butt," he remarked. "I'm 
going to lube you -- to make sure this thing slides in easily." He slipped an 
exam glove onto his hand and dipped a finger into the jar of Vaseline. 
Retrieving a glob he coated the tip on the bulb with it. From the jar he 
retrieved another glob and with his left hand he spread her cheeks. 

Lewis regarded her firm, pale buttocks, her left one streaked with a pale, blue 
vein. Autumn's anus was a pinkish-brown pucker set within a delta of more darkly 
pigmented skin. Short, light brown hairs from the savanna of her pubic forest 
covered the backs of her labia and extended into her crevasse. He smeared the 
petroleum jelly onto her and, rocking and rotating his fingertip, he worked his 
way into her opening, making sure her anal canal was thoroughly coated. 

Squeezing the bulb he dipped the tip into the bowl and released it. As the bulb 
expanded it sucked up the enema solution. Pointing the tip to the ceiling he 
squeezed it again to expel the remaining air. When he saw drops of water form in 
the holes of the nozzle he submerged the it in the bowl and released the bulb. 

Now charged with a full load he touched the bulbous tip to her opening. "Relax," 
he said. Gently rocking the syringe he eased the nozzle through her anal canal, 
angling the tip to conform to her anatomy, and pushed it deeply into her rectum. 
With a gentle but steady motion he squeezed the bulb, collapsing the material 
onto itself to discharge as much solution as he could into her. 

"I feel it," Autumn remarked. "It feels like a cool spray deep inside my 
bottom." 

"You feel cold in your colon more distinctly than warmth," Lewis replied. "That 
was number one. We have at least four more to go." Holding the bulb tight in his 
fist he slipped the nozzle from her bottom and immersed it into the bowl. 
Releasing it he watched as it expanded to its normal size and shape as it took 
on more solution. Again spreading her buttocks with his left hand he touched the 
tip to her orifice and eased it into her. Squeezing the bulb he delivered its 
load. 

"I like how this feels," she remarked. "The time to refill the bulb gives the 
water time to flow further in. I can feel the coolness moving up inside." 

"I'm glad you're enjoying this," he replied. 

"I think I've figured it out." 

"Figured what out?" he asked as he eased the nozzle into her and squirted 
another bulbful into her rectum. 

"Why I'm so comfortable with you. I have only vague recollections of my father. 
He was an airline pilot who was killed in a plane crash when I was about two. 
After that my mom moved back home with her dad. He was a widower himself. My mom 
tried her best to raise me as a single mother, but it was my grandfather who 
really took care of me. If he told me I needed an enema I would've accepted it 
from him without question." 

"But, he never did." 

"No," she replied, "he never did." 

Lewis filled the bulb again. "Looks like one more after this one," he remarked. 
"How are you doing?" 

"Fine -- I'm starting to feel the fullness. No cramping." 

He eased the nozzle into her rectum and pressed on the bulb. "So -- you 
imprinted on your grandfather." 

"I did. I was kind of a sickly child. I had lots of sore throats and ear 
infections. I had to have tubes put into my ears. It was my grandfather who took 
care of me and comforted me when I was ill. He was so gentle and patient. I 
sense that from you, Lewis. I always was shy around guys my own age -- I still 
am." 

"So, I'm like a grandfather to you?" 

"You're about the age he was when I was little and so sickly." 

Lewis squeezed another bulbful into her. "There's a just a bit left in the 
bowl..." He sucked up as much of the solution as he could, given the shape of 
the nozzle and the curvature of the bowl. Again he touched the tip to her anus. 
"Relax," he said. "You're tensing up." 

"I'm trying to hold it back." 

"Does the enema feel like it wants out?" 

"Not really. I just don't want to leak." 

Lewis pressed the rounded tip against her anus and rocked it back and forth 
while rotating his wrist. He watched the tip part her orifice and its outlet 
holes vanish into her pucker. Once he felt it clear of her anal canal he pointed 
it toward her spine, to align it with the orientation of her rectum, and pushed 
it all the way in. "If I give you some air on this one -- I apologize..." Gently 
he squeezed the bulb, stopping when he sensed he was beginning to inject air, 
and then withdrew it. "Okay -- you're done. See if you can hold it for a while. 
I don't know if this solution will give you cramps or not." 

"I can feel it working," she replied. "It's been real gentle so far. I feel 
fullness but not too much." Lewis caressed her buttocks and the backs of her 
thighs. "That feels nice..." 

"Do you like taking an enema like this?" he asked. 

"I do," she replied. "It's intimate and leisurely ... and you are so gentle with 
me." Lewis could see her anus contracting. "Cramp," she said. "Real mild one, 
though. I think I'll go sit on the toilet." She rolled off his lap, stood and 
headed for the bathroom. 

Lewis carried the tray to the kitchen. There he prepared two quarts of normal 
saline and filled the reservoir of her fountain syringe. He set up the 
collapsible stand and hung the bag from it. 

Autumn returned from the bathroom. "How did it work out?" he asked. 

"Mmm... It was a really good purge," she replied. "I liked it -- fewer cramps 
than the glycerine." 

"The glycerine gives you cramps?" 

"Sometimes. Never bad ones, though. This one was gentle but thorough and I liked 
how it felt." 

"You're starting to know your colon," he remarked. 

Autumn regarded the stand. "Do I still need a rinse?" 

"It was a bit hypertonic," he replied. "A normal saline rinse is always a good 
idea. How do you want it?" Autumn placed a pillow on the bed and lay with her 
hips on it. 

"Like this? I liked it like this." 

"Maybe you'd like to try knee-chest," he replied. "It's another classic position 
-- though not one of my favorites. Get on your hands and knees ... now, lower 
you shoulders so your chest is on the mattress." 

"This isn't very comfortable," she remarked. 

"I always felt comfort was more important than the ideal position," Lewis 
replied. "The theory behind knee-chest is that it puts your colon almost 
vertically upside-down. Try supporting yourself on your elbows and get your 
shoulders as low as possible." 

"Like this? This is more comfortable." 

"It's easier to relax if you're comfortable," he replied as he lifted the hem of 
her miniskirt. "Relaxation is essential." He worked a gloved finger into her 
anus, coating her liberally with surgical lube and then slid the nozzle into her 
rectum. Lewis adjusted the height of the stand and opened the clamp. 

"Oooh," she remarked, "I can feel the water rushing up my left side..." 

"This will fill your descending and transverse colon," he replied. "When there's 
about a third left we'll have you go onto your right side. Starting to feel 
full?" 

"A bit... It feels like it's going fast." 

"It is going fast." Lewis closed the clamp. "Now, onto your right side. I'll 
tend to the hose." 

Autumn rolled onto her right shoulder and lay on her side, her knees drawn up 
partway. Lewis opened the clamp. 

She massaged her belly. "Feeling fullness, now," she remarked. "My cecum feels 
pretty bloated." 

"Good. You're done." He retrieved the nozzle from under her skirt. Autumn 
palpitated her belly through the fabric of her blouse. "Feel free to go at 
will." 

"I want to hold it for a while." She rolled onto her back, pulled the tails of 
her blouse from her skirt's waistband and lifted them. Autumn pressed her 
fingers against her belly, following the outline of her colon. "Nice and full," 
she said and looked up at him. "Massage my tummy?" 

Lewis sat on the bed. he could see distinctly the distention in her belly. Using 
a counter-clockwise motion he caressed her abdomen from above her left hip, up, 
across and down to her right. "Mmm," she sighed. "I love feeling your hands on 
me, Lewis. I'd like more but I think it's time to go." She swung her feet to the 
floor and stood. Autumn lifted her blouse again and caressed her abdomen. "Kinda 
big," she remarked, admiring herself in the mirror, and then headed to the 
bathroom. 

"Once you're done in there we can talk about dinner." Lewis put away the 
equipment and folded the towel that he had laid on the bed. 

Autumn returned from the bathroom. "I always feel so good after my enemas," she 
remarked and approached him. She put her arms around his neck, lifted up on her 
toes and kissed his lips. 

"About dinner..." 

She pressed her finger against his lips. "Lewis... Do you remember high school?" 

"It was quite a few years ago." 

"Was there a girl you wanted to make it with but couldn't because you were too 
shy or she was already taken..." 

"Or, out of my league?" He shook his head. "No. There were about thirty girls 
like that." 

"Did they ever wear anything like this?" She swayed her hips. 

"Did they ever! That was the sixties..." 

"Would you like a chance to make up for it?" 

Lewis leaned to kiss her lips. Autumn opened her mouth and extended her tongue 
and they kissed long, passionate kisses, each exploring the other's mouth and 
sharing each other's airways. Autumn pulled back. "I need to catch my breath," 
she panted. 

He led her to her sofa. She sat on his lap and they kissed more. "Horny?" he 
asked. 

Autumn shook her head. "Very horny." 

"Me, too... Did receiving the enemas make you horny?" 

"They always do." 

"Anything in particular this time?" 

"Do you mean like being penetrated over and over again?" She kissed his lips. 
"It might have had something to do with it. What about you?" 

"A bulb syringe does give you plenty of anal stimulation. Pushing the nozzle 
into that sexy bottom of yours... It was a thrill, Autumn. Would you do it like 
that again?" 

"I would. Not every time, but I definitely would do it again." 

Lewis smoothed his palm along her thigh. "You have terrific legs," he said, "and 
they look especially good in this skirt." 

"I'm happy with them." 

"You really are taking me back forty years." He kissed her lips, her chin and 
her neck. 

Lewis began unbuttoning her blouse and pushed it back, off her shoulders. 
Underneath she wore a white bra. Starting on her left shoulder he traced the 
outline of its strap, down across her breasts and up to her right shoulder. He 
repeated the gesture, this time slipping his finger under the fabric and across 
her nipples. 

Autumn lifted her face and drew in a breath. "Mmm," she purred. "Feels good..." 
He reached behind her, following her bra's backstrap looking for where it 
hooked. "This one closes in front," she said. 

"Better yet." He grasped the center clasp and fumbled with it. 

"Here." Autumn gave the clasp quarter twist and it fell open. 

Lewis smoothed his hand along her breast, pushing the cups aside. He brushed his 
fingers across her pinkish-tan areolas and her thick nipples began to firm. 
Autumn's eyes were closed and she was taking slow, deep breaths through parted 
lips. 

He kissed between her breasts. Then he cupped his lips over her areola, rimmed 
it with his tongue and gently bit and tugged her nipple with his teeth. It was 
firmer and more erect than usual. 

"Shall we retire to your chamber?" he asked. 

"Mmm..." She slid off his lap. Holding hands they headed into the bedroom. 

Autumn lifted his shirt from him. He eased her blouse off her shoulders and 
slipped the bra from her. She unfastened his shorts and slid them down. They 
embraced, Lewis pressing his firm erection against her lower belly and caressing 
her back. 

Lewis knelt, grasped the top of her knee sock and slid it down and off her foot; 
then he repeated the action on her other leg. Standing, he caressed the inside 
of her thigh up and under her tartan miniskirt. The side of his finger 
encountered her labia and he slipped it into her slit. She was very wet so he 
helped himself to her copious juices, found her firmly engorged clit and began 
stroking it. 

Autumn held him tight around his shoulders. She rested her cheek against his and 
began panting. He caressed her back as he stroked her. "Feels good, Lewis," she 
gasped. "I like how you're holding me." Her breathing grew heavy. "Lewis -- 
don't stop, don't change it," she panted. "Almost ... almost..." Then, she drew 
in a breath. "AHH!" she gasped, her body jerking against his. "AHHH! Enough!" 
She caught her breath and laughed; then she covered his cheeks with kisses. 

"You don't know," he remarked, "how many times I wanted to do that to a hot girl 
in class." 

"Am I hot enough for you?" 

"You're hotter than them all." He kissed her, slipped one arm behind her back 
and the other behind her knees. In a smooth motion he scooped her up, carried 
her to the bed and lay her on the mattress. 

Lewis knelt near her, fondling her breasts. He ran his tongue in circles around 
her breast, spiraling in toward her nipple. When he reached her smooth areola he 
clamped his lips against her nipple, sucked it and tugged on it. "Oh!" Autumn 
gasped. 

He pinched and rolled her right nipple as he nursed her left. Then he slid his 
palms along her sides, exploring her ribs and caressing her belly. Starting near 
her right hip and following the shape of her colon -- up to her ribcage, across 
and down he covered her abdomen with soft, tender kisses. "I love that tummy of 
yours," he remarked. 

"Mmm? You do take good care of it." 

He kissed her knees and ran his face along her smooth thighs. Locating the clasp 
and zipper on her skirt he unfastened it and slid it down her legs. Stroking her 
thighs he lifted her knees and eased them apart. Lying face down between them he 
buried his nose in her bush and nuzzled her labia with his lips, inhaling her 
musky scent. 

Autumn spread her thighs wide. Lewis planted a kiss on her clit, then he worked 
his lips between her labia and began tonguing it. He slipped his arms under her 
thighs and cupped his hands over her breasts. 

Her breathing grew deep and heavy. Autumn closed her eyes and relaxed her jaw. 
Her breathing became panting, and Lewis could feel her heart pounding. 

She lay flat on her back, spread-eagle, gripping the bedclothes. Her eyes were 
closed and her mouth wide open. He watched her ribs and belly as her panting 
grew faster. 

Then, she drew in a breath. Her back arched and she made a long, low groan; 
followed by another sharp inhale and a strangulated moan. Veins in her neck and 
forehead protruded and her neck and upper chest turned pink. 

"OH!" she gasped, reached down and lifted Lewis's face from her vulva. She 
panted to catch her breath and then laughed. 

Lewis lifted up on his elbows. "You okay?" 

"Mmm..." She held his face in her palms and drew his lips to hers. She smiled. 
"You taste all funky now." 

"I have your scent in my nostrils," he replied. "I love it." He covered her 
shoulders and breasts with kisses and caressed her sides, stroking her soft, 
flat abdomen with his thumbs. Then he covered her belly with more soft kisses, 
tongued her navel and kissed her widely spread thighs. He ran his fingers 
through her bush, caressed her mons and then down, slipping them between her 
labia. Autumn's body jerked as he made contact with her clit. 

He lay flat on his belly again. With his fingers he spread her wide, lowered his 
face and began tonguing her clitoral glans. "OH! Too much," she gasped. He 
lightened his tongue. "Mmm... That's better." She closed her eyes, lifted her 
face and drew in a deep breath. 

Lewis slipped a finger into her opening and began stroking the roof of her 
vagina. Autumn clenched her jaw and drew in a breath. "Mmm..." He worked the tip 
of his tongue under her clitoral hood and switched from a stroking to a sucking 
action, keeping the same rhythm in his finger. 

"Oh, that's it," she gasped. "Yes ... just like that ... mmm..." Autumn grasped 
her own breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples. Her mouth fell wide open 
as she panted. "Oh, God," she panted. "I'm gonna come again, Lewis. I'm gonna 
come hard!" 

She clenched her jaw again, closed her eyes and grimaced. Autumn drew in a deep 
breath and released it as a long, loud moan. She gasped and yelped, biting the 
side of her hand to stifle herself. Finally she rolled onto her right side, drew 
up her knees and pressed her thighs together. She panted and laughed, tears 
streaming down her cheeks. 

"Horns clipped?" Lewis asked. 

Autumn gasped to regain her breath. "For the time being," she panted. "How do 
you want me?" 

He lay beside her. "Have you ever done anal?" 

She shook her head. "No. You?" 

Lewis shook his head. "Never. Would you consider it?" 

She caressed his face. "Only with you, Lewis. Only with you." 

"You said being penetrated back there turned you on. Are you game?" 

She smiled. "Whatever you'd like Lewis. I'd do anything for you." He stripped 
off his briefs and retrieved a condom from her nightstand. "Do we need one of 
those?" she asked. 

"Absolutely," he replied. "The risk of me making you pregnant is rather low. 
However, organisms live in the gut that don't belong elsewhere." 

"Even after cleansing enemas?" 

"Even after. Since this is a first for both of us, let's not get fancy." He 
coaxed her onto her hands and knees. Donning an exam glove he began applying 
surgical lube to her anus. "I wear the glove," he said, "because I have rough 
nails and cuticles. I don't want to abrade you..." He squirted more lube onto 
his fingers. "I'm going to try to dilate you a bit..." Working two fingers into 
her opening he rotated his wrist. "Relax..." 

Lewis unrolled the condom onto himself. He stripped off the glove and knelt 
behind her. "Spread your knees a bit... Good." He coated the condom with lube 
and pressed against her opening. "Now, bear down like you're going potty. That's 
it -- push, push push..." He saw her anus bulge and the ring of her sphincter 
protrude. Then she began to open. 

He eased himself in, glans deep and pushed gently until he was sure he was past 
her anal canal. "I'm in," he said. "Just relax... I'm going in deeper. Tell me 
if you feel pain or discomfort." 

"Oh, rest assured." 

"I'm about half way..." He eased himself against her buttocks. "I'm in." 

"Doesn't hurt," she said. 

"How does it feel?" 

"You feel big," she replied. How do I feel?" 

"Indescribable ... warm and tight. I wish we didn't need the condom." He 
caressed her back. "You have a sexy back," he said. "Did I ever tell you that?" 

"No -- that one's new." 

Lewis leaned over her. He slipped his left hand under her and cupped it over her 
breast. With his right hand he caressed her belly and down to her mons. 
Moistening his finger on his tongue he slipped it into her slit, found her clit 
and began stroking it. 

"That feels ... interesting," she said. 

"Can you come like this?" 

"I'll try." 

"No -- don't try. Just go with the sensations and let it happen." He 
deliberately pressed his left hand against her breast in order to feel her 
heart. It began to accelerate. Lewis massaged her breast, her nipple protruding 
between his middle and ring fingers. 

"Little faster," she said. "Little more ... mmm... Like that." He began pinching 
her nipple in synch with his stroking and her could feel her heart pounding. 
"OH!" she grunted. Her legs shook and he could feel the muscles in her bottom 
throbbing and her sphincter tightening around his shaft. 

Lewis began gentle thrusting, pushing in slowly and drawing back to take his 
pleasure. On the fourth stroke he felt his climax beginning. Holding her hips 
with both hands he pressed against her and ejaculated. 

Autumn cuddled against him, reached down and wrapped her fingers around his soft 
manhood. "I felt you come," she said. "I could feel you squirting into me." 

"I felt you come, too," he replied. "At least, I think I did. Did you like it 
this way?" 

"It was okay ... different," she replied. 

"Would you do it again?" 

"I would... Not every time but once in a while ... for a change of pace." 

He caressed her arm and shoulder. "I can call Domino's for pizza," he remarked. 

"Are you hungry?" 

"Not really. I was thinking about you." 

She ran her finger through a patch of chest hair. "I'm fine for now. I just want 
to snuggle." 

"Snuggle is good." He pressed his lips to her wavy, blonde hair and inhaled its 
scent. 

"Lewis..." 

"What?" 

"I never imagined sex could be so satisfying." She touched his face. "I can tell 
you're an experienced lover. I want to pretend I'm your first and only." 

"You are my first and only ... you, Autumn. No one else matters." 

"Lewis... Please ... don't." 

"Don't what?" 

"Please don't ... Don't let me out of your life." 

"I have no intentions to. Did you think I would?" 

"These feelings I have when I'm with you ... they scare me, sometimes ... the 
intensity of them. I don't want to lose you." 

"You'd have to be pretty damned careless to lose me." 



 

Part VI

Lewis joined the crowd milling around the finish line. He watched as runners 
wearing blue tags and walkers wearing white crossed the line and consulted with 
officials. He saw Autumn, wearing a white tag on her aqua tank top, grimace as 
she trotted across the line. 

She carried her validated pledge card from the scorekeeper and limped toward 
Lewis. "Congratulations," he said. 

"Thanks," she said wryly. "You look like your ass is dragging." 

"I feel like my ass is dragging. I'm not in shape for a ten kilometer walk." 

"Then, why did you sign up?" 

"As head teller I'm expected to lead by example," she replied. "This event is 
important to the bank brass. Everyone who participates gets a reward." 

Lewis removed his wallet and handed her a slip from it. "Here's my check for my 
pledge -- ten dollars a kilometer." 

Autumn regarded the check. "A hundred dollars." She kissed his cheek. "Thanks." 

"My car is over here," he said. "I'll take you home." 

He pulled into the drive to the duplex and put the car into park. "Do you want 
me to carry you?" 

"No -- I can make it on my own. I'll shower and change ... after I put my feet 
up for a spell. Do you have orders to fill?" 

"A few." 

"I'll be over in a while to help you." He watched her limp into her unit and 
then he stepped inside his. Lewis sat at his laptop and printed packing slips 
and mailing labels. 



Lewis approached the door to Autumn's unit. He rapped on it. "Autumn?" Pressing 
his ear to the door he listened and heard nothing. Using his passkey he let 
himself in and saw her, barefoot but still in her running shorts and tank, 
asleep on her sofa. He stood and watched her for a few moments. 

She stirred and opened her eyes. "Whoa!" she remarked upon seeing him. "You 
startled me. How long have you been standing there?" 

"A few minutes. You never came over so I was getting worried." 

"What time is it?" 

"A little after four." 

"Cripes ... did I sleep all afternoon?" 

"You must've needed it." 

"I must've... Did you get your orders together?" 

"I did." 

"I'm sorry -- I said I would help..." Lewis chuckled. "What's so funny?" 

"You're still wearing your number." 

"Oh..." she unpinned the tag from her tank. 

"I was in the mood for a greasy burger from the Palace tonight," he said. "Care 
to join me?" 

Autumn groaned. "I haven't taken a shower yet. You go without me." 

"How about I bring back carry-out?" 

She nodded. "That would be okay. How about one of their chicken sandwiches?" 

"Crispy?" 

"No -- broiled ... with lettuce and tomato." 

"Fries?" 

She shook her head. "No -- their fries give me indigestion." 

"Would you split an order of onion rings with me?" 

"Sure -- I'll do that." 

"And a chocolate malt?" 

She smiled. "Yes, please." 



Lewis cleared the table. Autumn sat on her sofa and stretched her legs. "That 
hit the spot," she remarked. "I was kinda hungry. I should take a shower but I 
don't have the gumption for it. I know tonight's our enema night, Lewis. I'm not 
sure I have the gumption for that, either." 

"Do you know what would feel good?" 

"What?" 

"A soaking bubble bath. Let the warm water soothe those aching muscles." 

"It's been years since I've done anything like that," she replied. "I don't have 
any bubble soap." 

"I think I have something that'll work. I'll be right back and then I'll draw 
your bath." 

Lewis returned with a plastic bottle. "What's that?" Autumn asked. 

"Doctor Bronner's lavender castile. I sell his line on my site." 

"Do people use that in enemas?" 

"They use the unscented and the peppermint," he replied. "I'm not sure about the 
lavender. Smell..." 

She sniffed the bottle. "Smells delightful. I love lavender." 

"I'll start running your bath then." 

Lewis filled her tub. He brought candles from her living room, lit them and 
turned off the fluorescent light over the sink. 

Autumn stepped in wearing a terrycloth robe. "Smells lovely, she remarked. She 
slipped off her robe and ran her hand along her abdomen. "Look how bloated I am. 
I really have started looking forward to my Saturday night enemas and the 
resultant flat tummy." She stepped into the tub and eased herself into the 
water. "This feels really good, Lewis. This was a good idea." 

"Lean forward and I'll scrub your back." She hugged her knees and Lewis rubbed a 
louffa up and down her spine and shoulder blades. 

Autumn leaned back with her knees poking out of the water. Lewis dipped his 
finger in to test the temperature and ran more hot into the tub. She drew in a 
deep breath and released it. "You soak and relax," he said. 

"Mmm... I intend to." 

Lewis went to her kitchen and began running water in the sink. He measured three 
pints of water, added salt and baking soda, and then poured the mixture into her 
enema bag. This he carried into the bathroom. 

She glanced up at him. "Are you kidding?" she asked. "I'm too tired." 

"Have you ever had an enema in the bathtub?" he asked. 

"You know I haven't -- you've given me every enema I've ever had save one." 

"This is a treat. The warm bath relaxes you on the outside and a warm enema 
relaxes you on the inside." He hung the bag on the rod for the shower curtain. 
"For this we need a waterproof lube so I have some Vaseline -- otherwise the 
bathwater would wash it away." 

Autumn rolled her eyes. "You had this all planned, didn't you?" 

"Let's say it developed in my mind as the evening progressed." He worked some 
petroleum jelly into her anus and coated the douche tip. Reaching under the 
water and between her legs he eased the nozzle's tip past her sphincter and 
slipped the whole thing into her rectum. 

Holding the bag with one hand he snapped open the clamp. "Relax and enjoy." 

"I feel it ... it is going in easily ... surprisingly easily for the first one. 
I'm usually bound up in knots." She drew in a deep breath and massaged her 
abdomen. "Oh, this does feel good, Lewis. I think you're right -- the warm bath 
is relaxing." 

"Relaxing is the best way to make an enema go smoothly," he replied. "You're 
almost done." The bag emptied with a soft glug. Lewis closed the clamp and 
pulled the nozzle from her bottom. "How do you feel?" 

"Moderately full ... nice and warm, inside and out. Was this one salt and soda?" 

"Yes, it was." 

"I thought so. I like how that mixture feels." 

"Relax and hold it for as long as you can," he replied. "The longer the better." 

Lewis returned the enema bag to her kitchen and then sat on a stool near the 
bathtub. He caressed her knee, poking out of the water. "How long has it been?" 
she asked. 

He checked his watch. "Just over ten minutes." 

"The water's losing its warmth." 

"I can top it up for you." 

"No -- I think I'm about done. My fingers are getting crinkly ... and I think I 
want to get rid of this enema." 

Lewis held a towel for her and draped it over her shoulders. He patted it 
against her body to dry her and ran his hands along her belly. "I definitely 
feel fullness in there." 

Autumn folded the towel and hung it on a rod. She ran her hand along her abdomen 
as she regarded herself in the mirror. "Definitely full in there." 

Lewis left her in the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Returning to her 
kitchen he prepared two quarts of saline as a rinse. This he poured into the 
reservoir, and after flushing air from the hose he carried it into her bedroom 
and hung it on the collapsible stand. 

Autumn stepped into her bedroom in her robe. "That enema went in easy and came 
out easy," she remarked. "My tummy's definitely flatter than before." 

"Let's see." She opened her robe and stroked her belly. "Definitely flatter." 

"I should've done this last night, before the walk today. I might've felt 
lighter on my feet." 

"That probably wouldn't have been a bad plan. I've read that some ballerinas use 
enemas before performances so they look flat in their leotards." 

"And, can jump higher without all the extra weight." She regarded the enema 
apparatus with its bulging reservoir. "Really not up to this tonight," she 
remarked. "I suppose we have to..." 

Autumn slipped out of her robe and lay, nude, on her back on the towel he had 
spread on her bed. Lewis applied surgical lube to her anus, working his gloved 
finger deep into her rectum and then eased the nozzle into her. He handed her 
the hose and she snapped open the clamp. 

He sat on her bed, caressing her abdomen as the warm saline flowed into her 
colon. By the time the bag was half deflated he could start feeling fullness in 
her belly. 

"I always like feeling your hands on me," she said. "That and feeling the water 
penetrating so deep into me ... turns me on. I can't seem to help it." 

"Do you want to help it?" 

She smiled. "Not really." 

He chuckled. "Klismaphilia is the clinical term for getting sexual pleasure from 
enemas. I remember reading an article about it. It said they have no figures for 
cure rates for the condition because they can't locate a klismaphile who wanted 
to be cured of it." 

Autumn laughed. "You can count me in that crowd ... feels nice, Lewis. Lower." 
He began massaging her belly just above the hairline of her dense pubic patch. 
She licked her lips and looked into his face. "Lower." 

He ran his fingers through the tangle of her bush. She tucked her right foot 
under her left knee, spreading her labia slightly. Lewis could see her 
glistening with her juices. He dipped into them, coating his finger with the 
slick fluid, worked it into her slit and began massaging her clit in a steady 
up-and-down motion. 

With his left hand he caressed her belly. Autumn had stopped the flow with about 
a third of the volume still in the bag; even so her belly was bulging and he 
could feel the outline of her distended colon under her abdominal musculature. 
Autumn placed her hand on her sternum. She spread her fingers and alternate 
between stroking her right nipple with her thumb and her left with her ring 
finger. 

Lewis watched her ribs move as her breathing grew deep and heavy. "Little 
faster," she panted and he stepped up the cadence and the force of his stroking. 
Using a four-beat he counted under his breath. On every other fourth count he 
dipped into her juices to keep his finger slick. 

Her legs began to twitch with each stroke on her clit and her breathing became 
panting. "OH! OH!" she gasped with each breath. Then Autumn drew in a deep 
breath. She arched her back, drew up her knees and groaned. "AHHH!" she gasped 
and pushed Lewis's hand from her vulva. Then, clutching her mons she brought her 
thighs together, drew up her knees and rolled onto her right side, laughing. 

"Woody Allen remarked that an orgasm was as much fun as you can have without 
laughing," he remarked. "I guess that's not true in your case." 

Autumn rubbed her knees together. "It really felt good, Lewis." She fingered the 
hose. "I'm going to let the rest of the enema in." She released the clamp, took 
several deep breaths and closed it. "Feeling really full," she remarked and 
stroked her belly. "Look how big I'm getting." 

"You're getting big, all right. No heroics, Autumn. If it's too much, stop." 

"It's not too much..." He watched as she opened and closed the clamp. Finally 
the bag emptied with a soft gurgle. "I'm huge, Lewis -- look." 

"I suppose you want to expel," he said and began to remove the nozzle from her 
anus. 

"I wish you could do me now," she replied, "with the enema in me." 

"Maybe I can..." He stripped off his shirt and stepped from his jeans. Grabbing 
a condom from her nightstand he unrolled it onto his firm organ. 

"How do you want me?" she asked. 

"Just like you are. Ever do spoons?" 

She shook her head. "No..." 

He lay beside her, facing her back. Grasping her knee he bent and adjusted her 
left leg, exposing the lower parts of her labia. Sliding into position he 
grasped his shaft and guided into her opening. "How's that?" he asked. 

"Different," she replied. "Really different. You're pointing the other way ... 
and, you feel bigger this way." 

"You feel tighter. It's probably because your rectum is inflated like a balloon 
from the enema," he replied. "It lies adjacent to your vagina." He reached down 
and caressed her distended abdomen and he could feel her inflated cecum through 
her flesh. "You are one full girl," he remarked. "Can you hold it for a while?" 

"For a while." Lewis slid his hand down her abdomen, working his finger into her 
slit. He found her clitoris and began stroking it. Autumn grasped his forearm 
and her breathing slowed. "Mmm..." 

He began covering her shoulder blades with lingering, soft kisses as he stroked 
her clit. Autumn's breathing turned to panting and she dug her nails into his 
arm. "Little faster," she panted. "More ... more!" 

Lewis had begun rotating his hips for gentle in and out action. Autumn gasped 
and moaned. He increased his thrusting. "Feels good, Lewis," she gasped. Autumn 
drew in a deep breath, closed her eyes and groaned. Lewis felt his climax 
approaching fast and tried to delay it, but to no avail. Biting his lip and 
grunting he grasped her waist, pushed hard into her and ejaculated. 

Holding the condom he eased from her and rolled onto his back. Sitting up he 
swung his feet to the floor; then he gave Autumn his hand so she could sit up 
and stand. They embraced, covering each other's faces with kisses. "Let's see 
that tummy," he said. She stood, nude, and smoothed her palm along her stomach 
as she admired herself in the mirror. 

"I look three months pregnant," she remarked as she regarded her belly. "No -- 
four months..." Then, she headed into the bathroom. "Are you going to want 
another?" he called after her. 

"No -- I'm done." 

"Then I'll put this stuff away." 

Lewis folded the collapsible stand and removed the towel from her bed. He turned 
down the covers, slid between them and awaited her, his back against her 
headboard. 

Autumn returned from the bathroom carrying a small pump bottle. "Look now," she 
said and caressed her flat abdomen. "I feel so good now -- so relaxed and mellow 
from the enema ... and the sex." 

"The problem with incorporating a big enema into lovemaking," he remarked, "is 
that someone's gonna need a break for a trip to the loo." 

"It was worth it," she replied. "The first one cleans me out but it's the second 
one that's sensual. I never cramp up on the second one. The water rushes in and 
I can feel it reaching deep into me." She stroked the right side of her abdomen. 
"In no time I feel it here. Then comes the fullness and I can start to feel the 
outline of my colon. Tonight my orgasms were ... different and you felt 
different inside me. When it was time to expel it came out in long waves and I 
could feel my stomach flattening and my colon deflating and relaxing. Then I get 
that empty, relaxed sensation. You've given me an awareness of a part of me I 
never gave much thought." 

"How long does the empty feeling last?" he asked. 

"I start feeling bogged down again around Wednesday -- but I know in a few days 
I'll be feeling empty and relaxed again. By Saturday I'm looking forward to it." 
Autumn squirted lotion from the bottle into her palm and began rubbing it into 
her hands. She drew in a deep breath and released it. "This was just what I 
needed after today, Lewis. Thank you." She started to carry the lotion back into 
the bathroom. 

"What's that you have?" he asked. 

"Some hand lotion." 

"Bring it here." She handed it to him and he sniffed it. "Lavender?" 

"I told you I love lavender." 

Lewis set the bottle on the nightstand. Autumn slid into bed beside him and 
cuddled against him. He held her under his left arm and caressed her shoulder. 
"Aren't you going to turn off the light?" she asked. 

"In a bit." He ran the back of his finger along the side of her breast until he 
encountered her nipple. 

"Are you trying to start something?" she asked. "I don't need anything else." 

"Don't you want anything else?" 

"Do you?" she asked. 

"I like the sweet exhaustion that comes after as it turns to drowsiness and 
sleep. That is the best part." 

"You are a romantic." She rolled onto her back. "Lewis -- I'm sorry. I was being 
selfish. You're such a giving lover and I didn't consider that maybe you wanted 
more." 

"It's all right. If you're not responding, it wouldn't be any good for me," he 
replied. 

"I love feeling your hands on me, Lewis. I'll get into the swing." 

Lewis kissed her full lips and caressed her cheek. She hooked her arm around his 
neck and they kissed again. Autumn slipped her tongue into his mouth and he 
caressed it with his lips. He kissed her again, gently biting her lower lip. He 
kissed her eyelids, nose and chin and then her lips again. "Autumn," he said, "I 
love you." 

She regarded him for a long moment, her lips moving as if trying to form words. 
"I know you do, Lewis," she finally replied. "I love you, too." 

"It looked as if you weren't sure." 

"Oh, I'm sure -- without a doubt. I've known for a while. I was resisting saying 
it because ... because I didn't want to jinx what we have." 

"I've been resisting saying it, too." 

"Until tonight?" 

"Tonight it slipped out before I could catch it." He smiled, stroked her face 
and kissed her lips. "It's true -- I do love you." Lewis sat up with his back 
against the headboard and patted the mattress between his thighs. 

"Your favorite position," she remarked as she sat with her back against his 
chest. 

"My favorite way to get things started." 

"Why?" 

He kissed her hair. "I can do this ... and inhale your scent." He nuzzled the 
base of her neck, kissed her below her ear and along her shoulder. 

"Mmm... That feels good... You're arousing me and you haven't even touched my 
erogenous zones." 

"Don't you know?" He ran his lips along her shoulder and kissed her back. "A 
woman's entire body is one erogenous zone." Lewis held her around her waist as 
he nuzzled her neck. He could the muscles in Autumn's abdomen twitch. 

Then, he cupped his hands under her breasts and smoothed his thumb along them, 
across her pinkish-tan areolas and pinching her nipples. Her mouth dropped open 
and she drew in a breath. "Mmm," she purred. "I was wanting that." 

Lewis reached for the bottle of lavender lotion from the nightstand. He squirted 
a blob into his palm and began smearing it onto her nipples. With a firmer than 
usual hand he began stroking her breasts, her skin slick with the lotion. 

Autumn dug her nails into his thighs. "Oh, God," she gasped. "That fees SOOO 
good. Mmm..." Her breathing deepened and became panting. "Your touch," she said, 
pointing to her mons, "is going straight to here." 

He continued nibbling the base of her neck and her thighs began to twitch. 
Autumn sat up, turned to face him and knelt, straddling his hips. Lewis 
reapplied lotion to her breasts and began massaging them deeply, from back to 
front, as if milking them. 

Autumn gasped. "Oh, God... The sensations are stronger and deeper but also 
gentler," she panted. Lewis ran his hands along her belly. He began to wriggle, 
sliding underneath her. "What are you doing?" 

"I'm trying to ease down." 

She lifted from him and he lay on his back. Then, he coaxed her to kneel 
straddling his chest. Adjusting his pillow and her stance he brought her labia 
to his face. Nuzzling into them he worked his tongue against her clit and began 
stroking it. 

"Mmm ... mmm ... mmm..." she made soft moans in the back of her throat. Lewis 
ran his hands along the backs of her thighs and her buttocks, his fingertips 
exploring her crevasse. Keeping her positioned with his left hand he tongued her 
clit, while with his right he caressed her buttock from the backs of her labia 
up and back again. Coating his finger with her juices he slipped it into her 
anus. He could feel her tensing and relaxing her sphincter. 

Gazing up past her bush he could see her face -- eyes closed, lips parted and 
her breasts and ribs heaving with her heavy breathing. Autumn supported herself 
on the headboard. She grasped her breast and tugged on her nipple. Her breathing 
became deep and rapid panting. "Oh, God," she gasped. "I'm gonna come, Lewis. 
Don't change it!" 

Her legs trembled. She lifted her face, drew in a breath and groaned. Lewis 
continued caressing her bottom and he could feel the spasms in her pelvic floor. 
Autumn moaned, drew in a gasping breath and cried out, biting her hand to stifle 
herself. 

Then, she fell over to her side, cupped both hands over her mons and drew up her 
knees. A red flush covered her neck and chest. She panted and laughed. "That was 
too much," she gasped. "Too much." Autumn panted to regain her breath. 

Lewis removed another condom from the nightstand. "How do you want me?" he 
asked. 

"Mmm..." Autumn rolled onto her back. She bent her knees and then hooked her 
forearms under them and drew them back. 

"Well... You seem to have found a second wind." Lewis knelt between her thighs 
and guided his firm member into her. He eased his weight onto her. 

Autumn's eyes widened and she drew in a breath. "I love feeling you going into 
me," she said. 

"Well... It so happens I love feeling me going into you." He eased his weight 
onto her and felt his abdomen against hers. Autumn crossed her ankles over the 
small of his back, held him around his neck and they kissed. "I love you," he 
said. 

"And, I love you, too." They kissed again and she squeezed him with her arms and 
her legs. 

Lewis began rocking his hips and Autumn began making a complimentary motion with 
hers. He increased the vigor of his humping, grunting with each thrust. 

"Mmm ... mmm ... mmm..." Autumn moaned in return. "Feels really good, Lewis. 
It's taking you longer..." 

"It usually does the second time," he grunted. 

"I think I might have another," she panted. "Don't change it." 

Lewis was tiring. I'm not twenty-five any more, he thought to himself and then 
began to sense his stamina was flagging. Lifting up on his arms he looked down 
at Autumn's perfect, round breasts with their circular, tan areolas and perky 
nipples. "Touch me," he said. She put her fingers on his nipples and massaged 
them. His erection strengthened and by tensing muscles in his pelvis he brought 
himself to the threshold of climax. 

Pounding his hips hard against hers he ejaculated. Autumn drew in a breath and 
let it out as a long, soft moan. Exhausted he fell limp against her and panted 
to regain his breath. 

"Are you all right?" she asked as she ran her fingers through his salt-and-
pepper hair. 

"I'm fine." Then, he kissed her lips and lifted off of her. "Autumn," he panted, 
"that was so strong it hurt. Did you have another?" 

"I might have." Autumn snuggled again under his left arm. Lewis switched off the 
nightstand lamp. He kissed her shoulder and caressed her back. She fingered a 
patch of chest hair. "Mmm..." she sang. "You were right. This feels so good. I 
feel like I'm melting into sleep." 

"You got into the swing, all right." 

"Mmm... I did. Sex is so satisfying with you, Lewis -- more so than I ever 
thought it could be." She drew in a deep breath and released it as a contented 
sigh. "Especially tonight ... physically and emotionally satisfying." 

"Yes it is," he agreed. "There's only one thing that would make it better." 

"What's that?" she asked drowsily. 

"If we didn't need the condom." 

She sighed. "I know. I've tried everything ... nothing agrees with me. I'm 
allergic to spermicides, the pill elevates my blood pressure and I can't 
tolerate an IUD." 

"It's okay," he said, caressing her shoulder. "We have each other." 

"Mmm... We do..." Lewis felt the muscles in her body relax and her smooth legs 
make involuntary twitches. 

He continued caressing her back and shoulders. "I love you, Autumn," he said 
softly, unsure if she were awake to hear. "I loved you the moment I saw you." 

"Mmm... I know you do, Lewis. I know. I love you, too." Autumn's lips parted and 
her breathing became regular. He closed his eyes. 



 

Part VII

Lewis signed the receipt and handed it to the driver. The delivery van pulled 
away. He regarded the stack of cartons in his driveway. Picking one up he 
carried it into the house and down into the basement. 

Autumn's blue Ford pulled into the driveway. "Lewis," she called. "Let me 
change. I'll carry those for you." 

"I'm perfectly capable," he replied, picking up another box. 

"I don't want you to strain yourself -- after your procedure." 

"It was only a vasectomy, for chrissake," he retorted. "It's not a hernia." 

She dashed into her unit and returned wearing shorts and a tank. Autumn picked 
up a carton and carried it into his basement. "I still can't believe you went 
out and got a vasectomy," she said. 

"Well... After that scare with the broken condom -- we were both sweating 
bullets 'til you got your period -- I figured we had to do something. Since you 
can't go on the pill and you can't tolerate an IUD, this seemed like the logical 
solution." 

"What if you want kids some day?" 

"At my age? Those days are behind me, Autumn. By the time he graduated high 
school, I'd be in my seventies. Besides -- the procedure was nothing -- a poke 
and a snip and it's done. I should be fully back in action in a few days." 

Autumn followed him up the stairs and outside. They picked up the last two 
cartons and carried them inside. "New merchandise?" she asked. 

"Indeed. Are you up for a photo shoot?" 

She smiled broadly. "Sure. After dinner? I put some short ribs in the slow 
cooker before work this morning. They should be done -- a few minutes under the 
broiler and dinner will be ready." 



Lewis adjusted his tripod. He laid out the items to be photographed. 

Autumn stepped in wearing a black, sleeveless dress. Her dark blonde hair fell 
as soft curls around her face. Lewis scanned her up and down. "Wow," he 
remarked. "You look great, Autumn." 

"In my LBD?" 

"LBD?" 

"Little black dress." 

"I like how it looks against your fair skin." 

"I've had it for a while but never have an opportunity to wear it." 

"Maybe we should go out some night -- dinner and a show." 

"I wasn't fishing for a night out, Lewis." 

"I know ... but it might be fun." He chortled. "Do you know that with each of 
these shoots you show off a bit more? Last time it was that sleeveless floral 
print. This time you're showing some cleavage. I think you're a bit of an 
exhibitionist." 

She smiled coyly. "Maybe I am. So, what's the first item?" 

He handed it to her. "It's a new retention nozzle." 

"Retention?" 

"Yes..." He pointed to it. "This section inflates..." He attached a syringe to a 
thin tube, pressed the plunger and the nozzle blew up like a small balloon. 
"Once it's in place you inflate the balloon. It seals the rectum and it can't 
pop out." He deflated the nozzle. "Most of these retail for nearly two hundred 
bucks." 

"Two hundred?" she asked, eyes wide. 

"Yep. This one we can sell for a tenth of that." Autumn held it for photographs, 
one with it deflated and one with it inflated in which she registered surprise. 
"You are a born actress," he remarked. 

"Maybe I'd like to try this, sometime," she said. 

"If you'd like. For some procedures the patient needs to hold an enema for an 
extended period of time. Those are particularly useful for retaining barium 
contrast for an X-ray." He returned the device to its box. "They're also popular 
with the BDSM crowd." 

"BDSM?" 

"Yeah... Some use enemas for punishment -- one gives the other an enema solution 
that induces strong cramping and makes the other beg to have the nozzle 
removed." 

"What solution would do that?" 

"Soapsuds ... Epsom salts ... there are a number of recipes." 

"I never thought of it that way," she replied. 

"Personally, I'd never do anything like that. I'm pretty tolerant of kinks ... I 
have some myself. But I never understood how anyone could derive pleasure from 
causing pain." 

"Gee," she remarked, "with your career in law enforcement I'll be you saw your 
share of that behavior." 

"I certainly did see my share ... even though I wasn't a shoe-leather type of 
cop. I mainly stayed in the lab, doing analysis. It doesn't help me understand 
it any better. Here's some other stuff to photograph." 

They took pictures of a variety of nozzles and some new syringes. Lewis packed 
the items back into cartons and set them by the basement door. "I think that's a 
wrap," he said. 

"There's one more picture I want you to take." 

"Okay... Of what?" Autumn stood by the drapes and held up the blue marble she 
had expelled. "Why do you want a picture of that?" 

"I have my reasons." 

Lewis snapped the photograph. "I'll transfer these to my laptop and you can have 
at it. I really appreciate the work you've done on the website, Autumn. Before 
it looked like it was right out of 1998. Now it looks up-to-date ... and the 
photos we take of you really move the merchandise." 

"Maybe you should open a Facebook page, too," she remarked. 

"Facebook?" Lewis shook his head. "I barely understand websites. Maybe you can 
figure out how to make it work." 



Lewis sat at his laptop. He heard the doorbell ring. Turning around, he glanced 
through the screen door and saw Autumn. "It's open," he called. 

She stepped into his unit wearing shorts and a tank. "I am so glad it's Friday," 
she remarked. 

"Shall we call Ling's for carryout." 

"I was in the mood for pizza," she replied. 

"Pizza it is." He leaned back and locked his hands behind his head. "I have 
twenty orders to fill today." 

"Twenty?" 

"Yes -- and, we're sold out of that retention nozzle. I ordered two dozen from 
the manufacturer figuring that would hold us for a while. Next time I'll order a 
hundred of 'em." He brought up his website. "You're getting so much fan mail, 
Autumn, I think I'll create your own email address." 

She handed him a flash drive. "Here's something else for the site," she said. "I 
thought you should see it before uploading it." 

Lewis pushed the drive into the slot on his laptop. "Let's see..." His screen 
showed a page featuring the image of Autumn holding the marble. 

"It's a little autobiography," she said. "I've been waffling about whether or 
not to show it to you. I decided I should." 

He read through the text in which Autumn described her experience and feelings 
when she received her first enema, how expelling the marble had convinced her 
and now how they were part of her routine. 

Lewis let out a low whistle. "This is good, Autumn ... very good. It's a story 
of discovery. If we post it -- it's going to open the floodgates." 

"Do you think I should add it to the website?" 

"That's up to you. If you want to, I won't refuse. You do know what's apt to 
happen..." 

"I think I have an idea." 

"Let me create your own email address. That way all the mail you get won't 
clutter up my inbox. And -- you WILL get mail. 



Lewis printed mailing labels. He and Autumn affixed them to cartons and stacked 
them by the front door. "United Parcel will be by on Monday for these," he said. 
"Fifteen orders today in addition to the twenty on Friday. Care to go to The 
Reef for dinner?" 

"I'll have their antipasto," she remarked. "Something light before our Saturday 
night enemas. I don't want to make the mistake I made last Saturday." 

"Do you mean when you gorged yourself on lasagna? It's not a good idea to have a 
big enema on a full stomach." 

"As I learned the hard way," she remarked. She sat at his laptop and reviewed 
her email account. 

"How many today?" he asked. 

"Fifteen," she replied. "That bio hasn't been up a full day and I've received 
fifteen emails." She scanned one. "Listen to this... Autumn -- I'd love to see 
you using the products you sell." 

"I'm not posting photos of you taking an enema, Autumn. I'm not turning my site 
into a porno one. Come on -- let's go get some dinner." 

She sat beside him as he drove the Oldsmobile toward the country inn. "Lewis..." 

"What?" 

"About those photos..." 

"What photos?" 

"Of me having an enema." 

"It's a dead topic, Autumn." 

"It wouldn't have to be pornographic -- would it?" 

He regarded her. "Would you really want to do something like that?" 

She shrugged. "You know -- I was really shy in high school and in college. I 
never wanted to draw attention to myself. I think you're right, Lewis. Down deep 
maybe I AM an exhibitionist. I like the attention I'm getting from your 
customers. If we could take tasteful photos..." 

"How tasteful could they be?" 

"How can we know if we don't try? Taking photos is one thing. Posting them is 
something else altogether. We can always delete them if we don't like them." 

He parked his car outside the restaurant. "All right, if you're set on doing 
that." 



Lewis set up lights in Autumn's bedroom. On her bed she had spread a large bath 
towel and beside it stood the collapsible stand. He set his camera on a chair 
and then headed into her kitchen. There he began running water to warm it. 

Autumn approached him in a robe. She picked up a clear plastic pouch. "We're 
using this?" she asked. 

"Yes -- it's one of our new products. It's a disposable enema bag. It's intended 
for single use but with some care one of these will last a long time. It makes a 
nice travel enema syringe. The thing folds up pretty small." 

She picked up a nozzle with a bulbous end. "And this? It's new, too -- isn't 
it?" 

"That's called a barium tip." 

"Barium?" 

"For taking X-rays. The barium slurry is pretty thick so the tip has extra-large 
holes. The end is shaped so it's less likely to pop out." 

"Like a douche nozzle but smaller." 

"Yep." He poured warm saline into the pouch, attached the nozzle and flushed air 
from the tube. "Ready?" 

"Ready." 

Together they walked to her bedroom. Autumn slipped out of her robe. Underneath 
she wore her blue and green tartan miniskirt and a bikini top. "You look good," 
he remarked. 

"Tasteful?" she asked. 

"We'll see." 

She took the pouch from him. "Take a picture of me holding it," she said. 

Lewis picked up his camera. "Stand by the ... uh, stand," he instructed. She 
complied and he snapped the photograph. "Let's see that nozzle." She held it up 
by her face and he snapped another photo. 

Autumn hung the pouch on the stand. She reclined on her bed on her left side and 
drew up her knees. 

Lewis slipped an exam glove onto his right hand. He lifted the hem of her skirt 
to expose her bottom. With his left hand he spread her and with his right he 
thoroughly lubricated her anal canal with surgical gel. Gently he eased the 
nozzle into her rectum and lowered her hem. "Okay," he said, "now Sims 
position." 

Autumn straightened her left leg a bit, slipped her left arm behind her and 
rolled halfway onto her stomach. He handed her the hose and she fingered the 
clasp; then he adjusted the hem of her skirt to cover her buttocks. Lewis picked 
up his camera and snapped a photograph from one angle and then from another. 

She opened the clamp and began taking deep breaths through her mouth. Lewis took 
more photos as Autumn worked the clamp to modulate the flow. He watched as the 
water level in the bag dropped. "Time to roll onto your back," he said. 

Autumn closed the clamp. Lewis guided the hose as she stretched onto her back. 
She reached for the clamp and opened it, looking up at the pouch. Then, she 
began massaging her abdomen. 

Lewis snapped more photographs, making sure to capture an image of the hose 
leading up and underneath the hem of her skirt. "Right side," he instructed. 

She closed the clamp and turned onto her right side, her knees bent. "Did you 
hear that?" she asked. "Big gurgle inside." 

"You have some gas in your gut," he remarked. "Most everyone does." 

She opened the clamp and massaged her abdomen as the last of the fluid flowed 
into her. He snapped more photographs. "I'm seeing definite distention in your 
belly," he remarked. 

She stroked and patted her abdomen. "It's getting big," she replied. 

"You're done," he said. "Let me grab the nozzle..." He closed the clamp and 
removed the tip from under her skirt. "Let's take one on your back ... let's see 
how big you got." 

Autumn rolled onto her back and ran her hands along her belly. She stood and 
admired her stomach in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. 
Lewis snapped a last photograph of her making a little wave as she stepped into 
the bathroom. 

He walked to his unit next door, retrieved his laptop and powered it up. Autumn 
emerged from the bathroom. Lewis picked up his camera. "How about an after shot 
showing off that flat tummy?" he asked. Autumn posed before the full-length 
mirror, running her palms along her abdomen. 

Popping the memory card from his camera he slipped it into the slot on his 
laptop and reviewed the images. "How do they look?" Autumn asked, looking over 
his shoulder. "They do show off new products." 

"That they do." 

He flipped through the images. "Look at that perfect Sims position," he remarked 
and flipped to one of her lying on her back, massaging her belly. "You do look 
like you're enjoying yourself." 

"Looking at these is making me horny," she replied. Lewis flipped to one of her 
on her right side. "Does my belly really look that big?" 

"It does, indeed." 

"I think we should use these," she said. "There's nothing offensive or revealing 
in them." 

"Your fans will be disappointed that you're not nude," he remarked. "Too bad for 
them. Like I said this isn't a porn site." He turned and regarded her. "I think 
you should set up your own area on the site. You can add these to your story of 
discovery" 

She bit her lip and nodded. "I'd like to do that. Let me work something up to 
show you. Right now -- I want another enema." 

"I'll get it ready." 

Autumn followed him to her kitchen. He ran water in the sink to warm it and 
measured salt into the pitcher. After filling the pouch he carried the apparatus 
to her bedroom and hung it on the stand. 

She slipped out of her bikini top, stepped out of her skirt and reclined on her 
left side. Lewis slipped another glove onto his right hand and began working 
surgical lube into her anus. "Take more pictures?" she asked. 

"You want photos of you, nude?" he asked as he eased the nozzle past her 
sphincter and slid it in place. 

"Just for our use," she replied. "I'd never post them. I want to see how I 
look." 

"Okay..." He loaded the memory card back into his camera and switched on the 
lights. Autumn lay on her back, her long legs stretched and her hands behind her 
head. Lewis snapped a photograph. "Spread your legs so we can see the nozzle 
going in." 

She bent her knees and let them fall to the sides. He snapped a photo. 

"You know," she remarked, "it's too bad you can't take pictures and get me off 
at the same time. That's what I'm really in the mood for -- an enema orgasm." 

"Get yourself off," he replied. 

"You're suggesting I masturbate on camera? I'd be too self-conscious." 

"And, you're not too self-conscious taking an enema on camera?" 

"It's not the same." 

"Only in degree," he remarked. "You wouldn't happen to own a vibrator, would 
you?" 

She regarded him for a long moment. "Dresser, bottom drawer ... under the stack 
of sweaters." 

Lewis opened the drawer and retrieved a box. From it he took a long, slender 
object the diameter of his thumb. It was made of smooth plastic and came to a 
rounded point. The device was white with purple spots, with a black knob on the 
end. "Are the batteries good?" he asked. 

"Gimme..." He handed the device to her and she switched it on. "Seems to work." 

Autumn grabbed the hose and opened the clamp. Lewis snapped photographs as she 
stroked her belly. The water level in the clear pouch dropped as it flowed into 
her rectum. 

She placed one hand on her chest and began stroking her nipples with her thumb 
and fingers, alternating from side to side while she caressed her belly with the 
other. Lewis snapped more photos and he could discern slight but definite 
distention building in her abdomen. 

Autumn switched on the vibrator and held it between her labia, pressing its 
shaft against her clit. "I have to start gentle," she remarked. "The vibrations 
aren't as intense..." The tip buzzed against the hard plastic enema nozzle and 
her eyes popped. "Wow! That was quite a sensation." 

"What's that?" he asked. 

"The nozzle transmitted the vibrations through my butt." 

"Did that feel good?" 

"It felt different..." She glanced at the now drained pouch and caressed her 
visibly swollen belly. "Starting to feel really good," she said and moved the 
vibrator up so its tip pressed against her clit. 

Lewis snapped more photographs. Autumn's eyes drifted half-way closed and her 
jaw dropped. Her lips parted and her breathing grew deeper. "Oh, feels good... 
Mmm ... mmm..." 

He could see her thighs tremble as she held the device against her slit. Autumn 
caressed her stomach and stroked her fleshy, erect nipples. Lewis snapped more 
photographs. 

"Lewis," she panted, "I'm gonna come now ... I'm gonna come!" He pressed the 
shutter button. Autumn's body shook. "Ahhh!" she gasped. "AHHHH!" 

She lifted the vibrator from between her legs and rolled onto her right side, 
her hand covering her vulva. "Oh, God, that felt good," she panted. 

Lewis closed the clamp and retrieved the nozzle from her anus. Autumn rolled off 
the bed and stood by the mirror. "I think I'm bigger than last time." 

"You might've had some of the first enema still in you." 

"Maybe ... I felt empty, though." She headed into the bathroom. 

Lewis loaded the memory card into his laptop and began reviewing the images. He 
let out a low whistle as he flipped through them. 

Autumn stepped from the bathroom. "The second always comes out in long gushes," 
she remarked. "I can feel my tummy shrinking and it feels soooo good." 

"These pictures are hot," he remarked. 

She looked over his shoulder as he flipped through them again. "That is one 
sensual enema," he remarked. "Look at this one ... the bag is empty, your belly 
is full and you're off in la-la land ... and look at this O-face." 

Autumn gripped his shoulder. "God, these are making me horny all over again. I 
do look sexy, don't I?" 

"You don't look sexy. You look incredibly sexy. I was afraid I was going to come 
in my pants watching you." He stood and faced her. 

She pressed her hand against his fly and whistled. "Are you ready after your 
procedure?" 

"Ready, willing and able..." 

"This is a first for me," she said. "First time ever without a condom." 

"I am certified sperm-free," he replied. 

Autumn began unbuttoning his shirt. He unhitched his belt and stepped from his 
trousers. She turned down the covers, slid into bed and he joined her. She threw 
her arms around his shoulders and covered his face with kisses. He kissed her 
lips. She drew his tongue into her mouth and caressed it with her lips. "Lewis -
- am I nuts to be turned on this way?" 

"You're not nuts. You're discovering something about yourself." Lewis held her 
breasts, stroked them and kissed her nipples. He rimmed her wide, tan areolas 
with his tongue and drew her flesh into his mouth. She held his head tightly 
against her chest as he nursed, tasting her skin and savoring her textures. 

"Other side," she panted and rolled onto her back. He held her around her 
shoulder blades and tongued her right breast. With his left hand he explored 
between her labia and began stroking her clit, engorged and firm. 

Autumn dug her nails into his skin as he stroked her. She began panting and her 
legs quivered. "I'm gonna come again," she gasped. "More ... MORE!" 

Lewis increased the cadence of his stroking. Autumn drew in a breath and 
released it as a moan. He lifted his hand from her mons and she peppered his 
cheeks with kisses. 

Then, he knelt with one knee between her thighs. Reaching down he slipped two 
fingers into her vagina, pressed his thumb against her clit and began thrusting. 
Her eyes widened and she began gasping, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" with each of his thrusts. 
Autumn held him around his neck and drew his lips to hers. He pressed his mouth 
to hers and breathed her air. 

Autumn groaned and rolled onto her side, clutching between her thighs. "Oh, God! 
she panted and laughed. "That was intense!" 

Lewis lay beside her. She knelt beside him, still breathing hard, and wrapped 
her fingers around his stiff organ. As she lay atop him he guided his glans to 
her entrance and eased into her. They locked legs. She cradled his face in her 
hands and kissed his lips. He held her around her shoulder blades and the small 
of her back. As she began thrusting against him he caressed her smooth, taught 
buttocks and ran his fingertips along her crevasse. 

"That feels nice," she grunted. 

"This?" He ran his finger back and forth across the puckered skin of her anus. 

"Yes, that. Autumn increased the vigor of her humping, grunting "Uh! uh! uh!" 
with each thrust. Lewis felt her skin become moist. 

His climax upon him he grasped her bottom with both hands, pressed hard against 
her and grunted as he pumped his fluids into her. 

Autumn's jaw dropped and her eyes popped. "I felt that," she gasped. "I felt you 
squirting into me. I thought you said you were sperm-free." 

"I am. I'm not fluid free ... just sterile." 

"It felt really good, Lewis. Really good." She snuggled atop him and he caressed 
her shoulders. 

"It's nice to be able to cuddle afterward," he remarked. 

"Really nice..." 

"And, not to smell like latex." 

"That's nice, too..." He felt her body relax and her breathing slow. Her lips 
parted and she began breathing regularly through her nose and mouth. Her legs 
twitched against his. 

Lewis switched off the lamp on the nightstand. He gathered her hair away from 
his face and hers. Rolling to his side he slid from under her. Autumn stirred 
for a moment and then held him across his chest and snuggled against his 
shoulder. He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes. 



 

Part VIII

"There," Autumn said as she manipulated the keyboard on her laptop. "Our site is 
up and running on the new server. We'll be paying more but getting more 
bandwidth. And, now we can accept credit cards directly without resorting to Pay 
Pal." 

"It's amazing," he remarked. "So much of our success is due to you, Autumn." 

She made a demure smile. "Think what you like. I believe it's a combination of 
good products, good service and good marketing." 

"The basement is full of inventory. Have you thought about my suggestion?" 

"Which suggestion?" 

"Don't be coy, Autumn." 

"Do you mean the one about the two of us living in one unit and dedicating the 
other one to the business?" 

"That is exactly the one I mean." 

She drew in a breath and released it slowly. "Lewis... I think that's where 
we're headed. I'm not quite ready." 

"When will you be ready?" 

"I don't know. You told me I set the pace, Lewis." 

"Yes, I said that." 

"When I'm ready -- you'll be the first to know." She began reviewing her inbox. 

"More fan mail?" he asked. "Do you answer them all?" 

"I answer as many as I can. Of course some are off the wall, and others are 
begging for pictures of me naked..." 

"You KNEW that would happen." 

"Yeah, I knew... If it's someone's sincere correspondence I believe they deserve 
the courtesy of a reply." She opened a message and her jaw dropped. 

"Off the wall?" 

"Well... Sorta. Take a look." 

Lewis read the message. Hello, Autumn. My name is Erica and I've recently become 
a customer of yours. When I saw the shipping label I realized that I'm local. 
Autumn, I read your story of how you discovered enemas and what an important 
part of your life they have become. Your story about the marble is classic. I 
especially enjoyed the photos of your enema, Autumn. Without a doubt that was 
the real thing and you looked so sweet and adorable with your filled-up tummy. 
You didn't say, but have you discovered an enema's erotic potential? 

He looked up at her. "You have," he remarked, "but you haven't mentioned that 
aspect on our website." 

"I figured it was no one's business," she replied. 

Lewis returned to the email. If you'd like to experience a truly erotic enema, I 
would be more than happy to oblige. I am a licensed practical nurse with years 
of experience administering enemas, and I find them intensely erotic -- both on 
the giving and the receiving ends. I'd love to meet you in person, Autumn. I'll 
bet we'd really click. Attached to the email was an image of a woman in her late 
thirties or early forties. She had shoulder-length chestnut hair with wide, 
light blonde streaks. She was wearing a dominatrix costume, wearing an old-style 
nurse's headgear and holding a red combo syringe. Scrawled along the bottom was 
Mistress Erica. 

"Whew," Lewis remarked. "Do you get many like this?" 

"I get my share. What's spooky is -- she's local. I'll bet she's even driven 
past the house." 

"I use a box at the local UPS store as a return address," he replied. "I know 
better than to divulge our street address. Hmm..." 

"Hmm what?" she asked. 

"I wonder if she has a website." Lewis manipulated her laptop and entered 
Mistress Erica into a Google search. "Look at that..." He regarded the page that 
came back. "She runs a dungeon. Not only does Mistress Erica offer your standard 
BDSM services, she also services the medical fetish community." He read from the 
page. "'Bi-sexual, experienced dominatrix accepting clients of both genders' ... 
diaper fetish ... enemas ... along with the usual fare." 

"Isn't what she's doing prostitution?" Autumn asked. 

"It would be if real sex were involved. Charging someone to become aroused isn't 
a crime -- otherwise, R- and X- rated films would be illegal." 

"Do you believe she isn't offering sexual services?" 

"Not for an instant. The difficulty is proving it. She's like massage parlors 
offering happy endings. It's the greedy or careless ones who get busted. I'm 
sure she's experienced in how to avoid prosecution. She no doubt is discreet 
about to whom she offers her enhanced services." 

"My God," Autumn exclaimed, "what if she were to come into the bank and 
recognize me?" 

"You'd recognize her -- that hair is hard to miss. Seems to me it'd be a horse 
apiece." Lewis regarded Autumn. "So -- are you going to answer her?" 

"No way. I find the enemas you administer to be plenty erotic. But..." 

"But what?" 

"I've never been drawn to other women, Lewis. I don't have any latent gay 
tendencies ... but..." 

"But what?" 

"Something about this photograph ... her website ... intrigues me. I wonder what 
one of Mistress Erica's enemas would be like." 

"Only one way to find out," he replied. 

"No. I'm not gonna. But..." 

"But what?" 

"Would there be a way to incorporate some aspect of this in our enema play?" 

"I don't give punishment enemas," he replied. "I don't like the notion of 
deliberately inflicting pain. Besides -- punishment enemas truly abuse the 
colon." 

"I don't like feeling pain, either," she replied. "I just thought ... you 
know..." 

"No I don't know." 

"The domination part." 

"I always thought lovers should regard each other as equals," he replied. 
"Humans make love face-to-face. It elevates us above the animals. Why would you 
want..." 

"Out of curiosity," she answered. "Variety is the spice of life." 

"It's the spice of sex, too." He nodded and stroked his chin. "Let me think 
about it." 



Lewis drove toward the duplex. "The Reef makes the best antipasto, don't you 
think?" 

"Perfect on a Saturday night," Autumn replied. 

"You're quiet tonight." 

"I'm thinking about what's to come next. You haven't told me what you have 
planned." 

"I want it to be a surprise." 

"What would you like me to wear?" she asked. 

"Nothing. Enemas are best taken in the nude." He drove a bit further. "If we're 
going to engage in any sort of rough play, we should agree on a safeword." 

"Tallahassee," she replied. 

"Tallahassee?" 

"For some reason the word came into my head." 

"You know, if you say the safeword, everything stops. No questions, no 
arguments, no guilt, no fault. Understood? 

She nodded. "Understood." 

He pulled into the driveway and opened the garage door using the remote control. 
Autumn unlocked the door to her unit and he followed her inside. "I'll go change 
... into nothing," she said. 

"I have some supplies next door. Be right back." 

Lewis returned with a paper bag. From her closet he removed the box containing 
her enema gear and began running water in the sink. Measuring three pints of 
warm water he poured this into the bag and added a teaspoon of Dr Bronner's 
unscented liquid soap. Then he attached the douche nozzle. 

After flushing air from the hose he carried the apparatus to her bedroom. Autumn 
stood in her white satin robe. Lewis adjusted the stand and hung the bag on it. 

"What position?" Autumn asked. "Over your lap?" 

"Let's try the floor," he replied and tossed a pillow at her feet. Autumn 
stripped off her robe and knelt, nude, on her hands and knees. "Try getting into 
knee-chest," he said. 

Autumn lowered her shoulders and rested her face against the pillow. In one 
smooth motion, Lewis grasped her hands, drew them back and, using his sheriff's 
issued handcuffs bound them behind her knees. 

"Lewis," Autumn complained. "This isn't very comfortable." He slipped on an exam 
glove, spread her buttocks and worked surgical lube into her anus. "Lewis!" 
Autumn protested. 

He eased the douche nozzle into her bottom and opened the clamp. "Use your 
breathing to control any cramping," he advised. 

Autumn opened her mouth and took deep breaths. "What's in this one?" she asked. 

"Soapsuds," he replied. 

"Lewis -- I thought we agreed not to use soapsuds, after my last experience." 

"This isn't Ivory -- it's Dr Bronner's -- a teaspoon in a quart and a half of 
water. That's less than half the normal dose -- and many folks use double a 
normal dose." 

"Why are you doing this?" she asked. 

"I wanted you to have an inkling of what Mistress Erica's punishment enemas 
might be like. Don't tell me you're going to chicken out now and use the 
safeword." 

"No," she replied weakly. 

Lewis watched the bag deflate. He closed the clamp and pulled the nozzle from 
her. "Enema's all in. Let's see how long you can hold this one." 

Autumn fell over onto her right side, still hog-tied with the handcuffs. "I'm 
feeling the soap," she whimpered. "Can't I go?" 

"Hold it a little longer," Lewis replied. "Think about what it would be like to 
be holding a full-strength soapsuds enema -- or worse, something designed to 
induce some serious cramping -- and your dom won't release you or let you go." 

"Lewis..." 

"Some of the punishment solutions I've seen can induce colitis that lasts for 
days. Maybe he stuffs a butt plug into you so no matter how bad the cramping 
there's no relief." 

"Lewis ... please..." 

"Let's say he adds some humiliation to the mix and keeps you like this until the 
cramping is so intense you lose control of your sphincter and have an 
involuntary, explosive expulsion all over the floor. Or, maybe he slaps a diaper 
on you and then scolds and berates you for soiling it. Sound like fun? Does it 
arouse you?" 

"No," she replied, her voice trembling. "Not in the least." 

"Well ... some folks think it's erotic. And, some folks think inflicting that on 
another is powerfully arousing." He reached into his pocket and withdrew the 
handcuff key. "But -- I'm not one of them." He unlocked the cuffs and released 
her wrists from the them. Autumn got onto her hands and knees and then stood, 
facing him. "Go ahead -- go." 

Her lips moved without forming words. "Lewis," she finally said, "I think in a 
perverse way you reinforced your care for me ... and my trust in you." 

"How so?" 

"You'd never do anything to really hurt me or cause me pain." 

"I'd rather die, first. I thought you wanted to go." 

Autumn headed for the bathroom. Lewis used the time to undress and slip into a 
flannel bathrobe. In the kitchen he prepared two quarts of mild saline and 
poured it into the bag. From a box he removed a foot-long, amber nozzle with two 
fittings. The larger fitting received the hose from the enema bag and onto the 
smaller one he attached a short length of thin, vinyl tubing. After flushing air 
from the hose he carried the apparatus to her bedroom and hung it on the stand. 

Lewis placed the nozzle in the fold of a towel, along with a large, plunger-
style syringe and then covered them. Opening her dresser he rummaged through her 
sweaters until he found the box containing her vibrator. This he slipped under 
one of the pillows. Finally he dimmed the lights and lit candles on her 
nightstand and dresser. 

She returned from the bathroom. "How did it go?" he asked. 

"Not bad ... much milder than my last experience with soapsuds. It was thorough 
but not gut-wrenching -- a really good purge." 

"Good." 

Autumn followed him to her bedroom and regarded his preparations. "It looks like 
you have something special planned for the second one," she remarked. 

"We'll see." 

"How do you want me?" 

"On your back ... let's put this under your butt." He placed a plump pillow 
covered with a towel on the mattress. Autumn lay on her back, her hips elevated. 
"Are you warm enough?" 

"I'm comfortable," she replied. 

"Good..." Lewis turned his back to her and opened a bag. From it he withdrew a 
length of thick, white cord. 

"What's that?" she asked. 

"It's some soft nylon rope," he replied. Taking her arm he slipped a loop around 
her right wrist and cinched it tight. "It shouldn't chafe or irritate your 
skin." 

He tossed the other end under the bed, brought it up on the other side and tied 
it to her left wrist. "Lewis -- what are you doing?" 

"You said there was something in your makeup that enjoyed the submissive aspect 
of an over-the-knee enema," he said. "This is the ultimate submission, don't you 
think? I'm not going to blindfold you, though..." 

Autumn lay with her arms outstretched and watched as he produced another length 
of rope. He spread her legs and tied her ankles in the same manner as her hands. 
"Is that too tight?" 

She attempted to lift her arms and legs. "Not too tight..." 

He regarded her, tied and lying nude and spread-eagle on her bed. "Now -- you 
have no choice but to let me have my way with you..." He leaned over and covered 
her breasts and belly with soft kisses. 

Autumn giggled. "That tickles... You're not going to tickle me, are you?" 

"No..." Lewis donned an exam glove. "I'm not..." He squeezed surgical lube onto 
his finger. Spreading her buttocks with his left hand he coated her pucker with 
the slick gel and worked some deep into her rectum. From under the towel he 
withdrew the retention nozzle and began coating it with lube. 

Autumn's sightline focused on what he was holding. "Is that one of those 
nozzles?" she asked, "with the balloon?" 

"It is indeed," he replied. "You said you wanted to try one. Now seemed the 
perfect opportunity." With his left hand he spread her again, worked the 
nozzle's tip into her orifice and slid it in. Once clear of her anal canal he 
angled it parallel to her tailbone and pushed it into her rectum, far enough so 
the inflatable cuff was deeply within her rectal cavity. 

He picked up the syringe and pulled back on the plunger. Autumn's eyes were wide 
as he attached it to the thin, vinyl tubing. "What's in that?" she asked. 

"Air. It's a one hundred CC balloon and this syringe holds one hundred CCs." He 
slowly pressed on the plunger. 

"I feel it expanding inside me," she exclaimed. "What an odd sensation!" 

The plunger fully depressed he set it on the mattress, off to the side. "I'll 
give you a few moments to get used to it." Gently he tugged on the nozzle. "Nope 
-- that's not going anywhere," he remarked. 

Turning to the stand he adjusted the height of the bag. Then he opened the clamp 
and stopped it down a couple of notches. "We'll set it for a nice, slow 
filling." 

Lewis began caressing Autumn's body, smoothing his palms along her slender arms, 
down her sides and stroking her abdomen. He pressed his fingers against her 
belly. "Feels pretty empty and flat," he remarked. "Not for long..." He ran his 
hand along her leg, from her ankle past her knee and up her thigh. 

Placing both hands on her breasts he began massaging them, caressing them 
outward and squeezing her areolas. Autumn's nipples firmed from his touch and he 
rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. "Feels nice," she said. "I can 
feel the water." 

He glanced at the bag. "Down about a third." He palpitated her abdomen. "I'm 
beginning to feel firmness in there." 

Lewis ran his fingers along her slit. She was beginning to become damp and he 
worked some of her juices onto her clit. Autumn started to reach for him but was 
restrained by the ropes. She fell back onto the mattress. 

He continued stroking her clit while caressing her stomach and fondling her 
breasts. The bag was nearly two-thirds gone and he could discern distention in 
her belly. "You're teasing me," she said. "I get close to coming and you change 
it." 

The bag emptied and he snapped shut the clamp. Autumn's abdomen was distended 
from her sternum to her mons. He pressed his palms against her sides, then he 
felt along the outline of her colon. He felt a bulge between her mons and left 
hip that was her sigmoid colon. Up along her left side was her descending colon, 
and her transverse colon he felt across her belly above her navel. Both were 
firm from the enema and he could feel them distinctly beneath her flesh. On her 
right side he felt her cecum, inflated and the size of a softball. "Definitely 
one full Autumn," he remarked. 

"I'm not sure I got rid of all of the first one," she replied. 

"That can happen." Lewis reached under the pillow, retrieved the vibrator and 
showed it to her. 

Her eyes popped. "What are you going to do with that?" 

"I thought I'd use it on you." He twisted the knob on the end and the device 
began buzzing. Working the rounded point between her labia he rested it against 
her clit. 

Autumn jerked and attempted to grab it but again the ropes restrained her. "Too 
much!" she gasped. Lewis lightened the device's touch. With his left hand he 
caressed her belly and squeezed her nipples. Her ribs and belly heaved and he 
pressed the tip more firmly against her glans. 

"MMMmmm..." Autumn let out a warbling moan, then drew in a breath and groaned. 
Her legs shook and she flailed her arms but was unable to move or roll over. 

She let out a yelp, clenched her jaw and the drew in a gasping breath. "AAAAHH!" 
she wailed, her thighs shaking and her belly jerking. 

"Did you come?" 

"YES!" she gasped. Her legs shook again and her belly jerked. "LEWIS!" she 
shouted. "It's too much! Stop! I don't want to have an accident!" 

"I dare say," he replied, "with that retention nozzle inflated -- it's 
physically IMPOSSIBLE for you to have an accident." 

"Lewis! Don't! Stop!" she protested. 

"Don't stop? You asked for it." He pressed the vibrating tip hard against her 
clitoral shaft. Autumn gasped, drew in a breath, closed her eyes and grimaced. 
The muscles in her thighs trembled. She exhaled as a hoarse groan and then drew 
in another. More orgasms washed over her. She alternated panting, gasping and 
crying out, her face turning beet red and perspiration beading on her forehead. 
Veins in her neck protruded and the red flush spread to her upper chest. 

Lewis lifted the vibrator from her. Autumn panted and began regaining her 
breath. Then, he spread her labia and drove the device deeply into her vagina. 
Watching her face he slowly withdrew it until her thighs began to quiver. This, 
he figured, was the right spot. 

Massaging her mons and lower belly with his left hand he pressed his right thumb 
against her clit and began stroking it. Autumn attempted to sit, fell back and 
panted. She lifted her face and made a long, warbling cry, then gasped and 
moaned again. The flush that had started to fade from her face and neck 
returned, redder than before. Thin, wet lines formed from the corners of her 
eyes and streamed down her cheeks. 

She tried to work free, twisting her torso, kicking and jerking but to no avail. 
Her ribs and belly heaving she panted through wide-open mouth and screamed as 
another orgasm washed over her. 

Lewis removed the vibrator and switched it off. Autumn panted and looked up at 
him imploringly. "Now what?" she panted. 

He climbed onto the bed, opened his robe and knelt between her thighs. Picking 
up her buttocks he positioned her and then pushed his firmly erect shaft into 
her. She felt very tight, no doubt from the enema and the retention cuff 
swelling her rectum. 

Autumn's eyes widened. She rolled them upward and gasped. He began rocking his 
hips; then he grasped her around her hips and began and pushing and pulling 
them, grunting as he increased the vigor of his thrusts. Soon his climax was 
upon him. He pushed against her and groaned as he pumped his fluids into her 
depths. 

Spent, he eased back onto his heels to catch his breath. Picking the end of the 
towel she lay upon, he cleaned himself and dabbed it between her legs. Then, 
climbing off the bed he covered her belly and shoulders with soft kisses. He 
approached her to kiss her lips but she turned her face from him. "Do you need 
to go?" he asked. 

"Yes," she replied, tartly. 

Lewis untied her right wrist. Autumn sat up, pulled the rope from under the bed 
and began untying her left arm. Lewis freed her ankles. She started to get up. 
"Not so fast," he said. "Let me take out the nozzle. I have to deflate the 
balloon first." He picked up the large syringe and retracted the plunger to suck 
air out of the device. Gently he eased the nozzle from her rectum. She swung her 
feet to the floor and, lip trembling, trotted toward the bathroom. 

Regarding her, Lewis had a sinking feeling in his gut. Shit, he thought, I 
really might have gone too far this time. He began taking apart the apparatus, 
washing the enema tip and putting away her equipment. 

The bathroom door opened. Autumn stood in the doorway. Her eyes were red, her 
cheeks moist and she was sniffling. Lewis approached her. "I'm sorry," he 
started to say. 

"Oh, Lewis!" Autumn threw her arms around his shoulders and covered his face 
with kisses. She kissed his lips; then kissed him again, this time forcing her 
tongue into his mouth. He held her as she alternated kissing him with soft 
sobbing. 

"Are you all right?" he asked. 

"I'm trying to sort through all the feelings and emotions," she replied, 
sniffling. 

"Do you want to lie down and cuddle?" 

"Mmm... I do." 

He led her to the bedroom, turned down the covers and lay in her bed. Autumn 
joined him and he held her under his arm, her arm wrapped tightly around his 
chest. "What I felt most was ... how connected you are to me." 

"Connected?" 

She nodded. "Lewis ... the first enema ... on the floor. I was about to yell 
Tallahassee when you unlocked the handcuffs. You seemed to know I was at my 
limit. And you deliberately made the enema to give me a hint of what it would be 
like without putting me into any real discomfort. I knew, in my heart -- that 
you would never hurt me." 

"I told you -- I'd rather die, first." 

"And the second one -- you were insistent but gentle ... demanding but tender. 
My grandfather was that way ... strict and demanding but so tender and gentle 
with me. You unleashed more emotion in me than I've ever experienced before -- 
more than I knew I had in me. It was intense but never unbearable. You stopped 
right at the moment I needed you to stop. I didn't need to use the safeword. You 
satisfied my curiosity without injuring me physically or emotionally. I can't 
believe how in-tune you are to my feelings." 

"So -- did you enjoy it?" 

"What I experienced went so far beyond enjoyment ... so far apart from enjoyment 
... so intense and beyond anything I've ever experienced -- I can't describe 
it." 

"It was strong stuff we were playing with," he remarked. "Would you do it like 
that again?" 

Autumn stoked his patch of chest hair and then slid her hand down and around his 
soft manhood. "I don't think it would be the same. I don't think there's any way 
we could capture or recreate what I experienced. Part of the thrill was not 
knowing what would happen next." 

"I suppose you're right about that." 

"I'm really happy we did this, though, Lewis." 

"Really?" 

"Really and truly. I don't know how we could repeat it and have the same 
impact." She squeezed his organ and tenderly stroked his shaft, from his glans 
downward. "One thing for sure, Lewis. I want to spend every moment I can with 
you. I love you that much. I said I'd tell you when I'm be ready for us to live 
together. I'm ready." 

"I'm delighted." He squeezed her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. 

"Look," she remarked as she stroked his shaft. "It's not so tired out after all. 
Can you do more?" 

"Can you?" 

"I don't know how many orgasms I had ... how many you forced me to have. I don't 
want more ... not tonight. I do want to feel you inside me. I need the 
intimacy." 

"I'm not sure I can have another," he said. 

"It doesn't matter to me. I just want the closeness." 

Lewis lay on his back. Autumn swung one leg over his hips and straddled them. 
Holding his shaft at its base he steered his glans into her as she lay atop him. 
"Mmm," she said softly. "Feeling you inside me is so satisfying..." They locked 
legs and she caressed the back of his head. They kissed and she rested her face 
on his shoulder. "Feels good, Lewis. Feels really good." 

He held her across her shoulder blades and caressed her buttocks, slipping his 
finger between them and running it across the puckered skin of her anus. Autumn 
worked her arms under him and squeezed him. She began a languid rocking and 
rotating of her hips. 

Lewis could feel the muscles in her buttocks moving, and her smooth belly 
against his. She caressed his legs with her sleek calves. His erection grew 
stiffer. Autumn increased the cadence and force of her thrusting. "Feels like 
you can come," she said. 

He began to feel another climax indeed was within his reach. "Touch me," he 
said. Autumn lifted onto her elbows and began massaging his breasts. Lewis 
regarded her face and stroked her cheek. "You are so pretty," he said. "Such a 
lovely face and gorgeous body." 

Autumn smiled. Her breathing deepened from the exertion and his from his 
building arousal. Lewis put both palms on her bottom and pressed her hips 
against his. He began a complimentary thrusting of his hips against hers. 
Concentrating on her arms, shoulders and breasts he drove himself toward orgasm. 
Squeezing her buttocks he pounded his hips against hers and grunted with each 
spasm. 

Lewis fell limp beneath her. She covered his face with kisses and cuddled 
against his shoulder with him still inside her. "I really felt it that time," 
she said softly. "I could feel you squirting your sperm into me." 

"Except I don't have sperm to squirt." 

"Well ... I felt it ... gives me a warm, full sensation... I like lying like 
this, so close together, you still inside me..." 

Lewis caressed her back. "I was thinking," he said. 

"Thinking what?" 

"You said you want us to spend all our time together." 

"As much as possible," she replied. "I can't afford to quit my day job." 

"Nor would I demand you to." 

"So, what were you thinking?" 

"I was thinking ... maybe ... we should get married." Autumn tightened her grasp 
on him. "You're the first woman I ever considered marrying, Autumn -- the first 
one I've ever felt so strongly for." Her arms trembled and her breathing 
developed a choppy quality to it. "If you need time to think about it..." 

"Mmm-mmm," she whimpered squeakily in the back of her throat and nodding. 

"You need more time?" 

"Uhn-uhn," she said, shaking her head. "Yes." 

"Yes?" 

"Yes, Lewis. I will." She tightened her grip on his and kissed his lips. 

"Maybe tomorrow we go out and look at rings?" 

"No hurry," she replied. "Tomorrow I just want to sleep in ... in your arms." 
She kissed him again. "You've made me so happy, Lewis." She nuzzled his neck. 
"So happy." 



 

Part IX

The door to 375B swung open and Autumn stepped in, dressed in her bank teller's 
uniform. "I'm sorry I had to go in on a Saturday," she said to Lewis. "One of my 
tellers called in sick. It was on such short notice I didn't have a chance to 
put dinner together. You know I like to have it simmering in the crock pot or 
ready to go into the oven." 

"No worry," he replied. "I have dinner under control. I am capable, you know. I 
have spent the major years of my adult life living by myself -- and that did 
include feeding myself." 

"In that case ... I think I'll change and do some work on my blog. Do I have 
time for that?" 

"Take as much time as you need." 

Lewis opened a can of creamy tomato soup and dumped it into a saucepan to heat. 
He assembled sandwiches of sliced cheese and ham and began warming a skillet. 
Autumn looked over his shoulder. "Soup and sandwich?" she remarked. He removed a 
sprig of basil from a plastic bag and dropped it into the soup. "That's 
interesting," Autumn said. "Smells good." 

"It brightens up the soup." 

"I wouldn't have thought of it." 

Lewis toasted the sandwiches in the skillet and set them on plates. "So, how's 
the blog?" he asked as she sat across from him. 

"Always interesting. We have a small but loyal group of followers." 

"YOU have a small but loyal group," he replied. "I wouldn't have the patience to 
keep up with it." 

"These loyal followers also are loyal customers, you know." 

"I know ... and I do appreciate all you've done." 

She scooped a spoonful of the soup. "You really can taste the basil in this. I'm 
not a big fan of tomato soup but this really does taste good on a chilly day." 
She looked up at him. "One of the discussion threads on the blog was regarding 
wine enemas. Did you ever try that?" 

Lewis closed his eyes and drew in a breath. "Ah ... alcoholic enemas. Sooner or 
later every enema aficionado wants to try one." 

"I take it that's a yes." 

Lewis snorted. He leaned back and locked his fingers behind his head. "I will 
confess that, for a while in the halcyon days of my youth, I rather over-did the 
alcoholic enemas. In fact, that was the real reason I stopped using them." 

"What do you mean?" she asked. 

"I got to the point where I was capping each enema session with an alcoholic 
one. They can be quite addicting, you know. I was doing them to the point that 
they were interfering with my work -- I'd be hung over the next day and not very 
sharp. One day my captain had a chat with me and I realized where I was heading. 
So, I stopped, cold turkey." He made a little chuckle. "Without an alcoholic one 
to look forward to, the regular enemas seemed not worth the effort." 

"Were you using wine?" 

"I was using vodka," he said, "diluted down to about the strength of wine." 

"Why not just use wine?" 

"Vodka is cheaper. It also is nothing but grain alcohol in water. Wine is apt to 
have other things -- acids and sugars -- that can be irritating to the colon and 
alcohol is irritating enough." 

"What's the attraction?" she asked. 

Lewis drew in another breath and gazed at the ceiling. "The attraction? 
Alcoholic enemas feel great. I don't care much for drinking. I can enjoy a beer 
or a glass of wine, but I never cared for strong drink. An alcohol enema is 
different. I think the rush you get with any intoxicant is due to the effects 
coming on. You absorb alcohol from your colon much faster than if you drink it, 
and that's what gives you the rush. Then, once you've absorbed it all -- you're 
drunk ... and it's possible to become very drunk from one." 

"In other words," she replied, "it's more fun getting drunk than being drunk." 

"That's a good way to put it." 

"You never went back to it?" Autumn asked. 

Lewis shook his head. "I know if I started up again, I couldn't stop. In my 
heyday I was going through a bottle of vodka every two or three days. Someone 
who drinks that much..." 

"Would be borderline alcoholic," she interjected. 

"Not even borderline. I think I stopped myself in time -- before I got into real 
trouble. But -- that's just me. I had a weakness for it I didn't realize until I 
got well into it." Lewis regarded her. "You know, Autumn... Whenever you see 
something on the web or on your blog and you bring it up at dinner -- it usually 
means you want to try it, but you're shy about coming right out and asking for 
it." 

She bit her lip. "I am intrigued. I was reading about drugs being administered 
by enema." 

"Many drugs are readily absorbed from the colon," he replied. "Barbiturates ... 
some theorize that Marilyn Monroe was done in by a barbiturate-laden enema. She 
was a heavy enema user, you know." 

"That I didn't know." 

"Opiates also are easily absorbed; and alcohol especially so." 

"Is it dangerous?" 

"Injecting alcohol into your colon won't get the Good Housekeeping seal of 
approval," he replied. "It's possible to overdose on an alcoholic enema, just as 
it's possible to overdose drinking the stuff. On the other hand, I have done 
more alcoholic enemas than I can count and I'm no more worse from them. You need 
to be careful, and you need to make sure you don't combine an alcohol enema with 
other drinking..." 

"Which I can't do," she interjected. 

"...or, with other drugs." 

"Which I don't do. Why is alcohol absorbed so much faster from the colon?" she 
asked. 

"Alcohol is absorbed in your intestines. Very little is absorbed in your 
stomach. How quickly you get drunk from drinking depends on how quickly your 
stomach empties into your intestine." 

"I read somewhere that alcohol in the colon would be like injecting it into a 
vein." 

"Maybe if you took it in a drip line over the period of an hour," he remarked. 
"You say alcohol gives you a pain in your stomach." 

"A very unpleasant pain," Autumn replied. 

"If I drink something that's very sweet, like a Japanese plum wine, I get a 
pain," Lewis said. "It can last twenty minutes or more." 

"That sounds similar to what I experience -- only it doesn't matter how sweet it 
is." 

"It lasts as long as it takes for your stomach to flush it into your intestine." 
He regarded her. "You really want to try this, then." 

She nodded. "Just to satisfy my curiosity." 

Lewis picked up the plates and bowls and carried them to the kitchen counter. 
"I'll pop around the corner and pick up a bottle of cheap vodka." 

"I'll straighten up here." 



Lewis carried a paper bag into the unit. "Autumn?" he called. 

"In here." He stepped into the bedroom and saw her standing, wearing a sheer, 
lavender nightgown. The hem cut across the upper thirds of her slender thighs, 
and the bodice was made with a deep V that showed off her cleavage. The skirt 
was slit on the right side to above her waist. "I know enemas are best taken 
nude, but I wanted to wear something sexy. This has matching briefs but I 
figured, why bother with them?" 

"That color is sensational on you," he replied, "especially against your 
porcelain skin." From the paper bag he removed a small bottle of vodka. Then he 
produced a circular device made of cardboard. 

"What's that?" she asked. 

"This is a drink wheel. They issued these to us at the sheriff's office." He 
showed it to her. "One side for men, the other for women. You dial in the 
weight, find the number of drinks consumed and read the blood alcohol content 
from the rim. We need to figure out how much to give you. How drunk do you want 
to get?" 

"It sounds like you have this down to a science," she replied. "How drunk should 
I get?" 

"Since you're not accustomed to it, I'd recommend we take it easy. A BAC of 0.08 
is the legal limit for driving, and someone with that alcohol level is impaired. 
When I was doing these, my target was 0.15." 

"That's nearly twice the limit," she observed. 

"Yes, and it's a pretty potent buzz." He manipulated the device. "What do you 
weigh? One twenty?" 

"About..." 

"I'm a pretty good judge of weight," he replied. "You're kind of tall and 
slender ... but you're not a rail, either." 

"What are you trying to say, Lewis?" 

"You have curves. A woman should have some shape and you do." 

"I'm one twenty-four," she said. "And I'm happy with it." 

Lewis adjusted the dial on the female side. "Three shots will get you to a BAC 
of 0.10 to 0.12. A shot is an ounce and a quarter, so three of them would be 
three and three-quarters ounces. Let's do four ounces -- half a cup of vodka, 
diluted with a cup of water." 

"That sounds so ... small," she said. 

"Believe me, it will do the job. First we need to get you prepped -- thoroughly 
cleaned out. Proper prep is key to a successful alcoholic enema." 

"Why?" 

"Because your colon will absorb it better if it's empty ... and, you'll be less 
likely to have an urge to go. I think for your first enema we'll go with salt 
and soda, as mild as possible. No need to antagonize your colon." 

Lewis prepared a quart and a half of a warm salt and baking soda solution. He 
dumped it into the bag, flushed air from the hose and carried it into the 
bedroom. Autumn had spread a bath towel on the bed. He hung the bag on the stand 
and adjusted the height. 

Autumn lay on her left side, her knees flexed. Lewis donned an exam glove, 
smeared surgical lube onto the douche nozzle and then onto his finger. Lifting 
the hem of her gown he parted her buttocks with his left hand and eased his 
finger deeply into her rectum. 

Holding her buttocks apart he eased the nozzle through her anal canal and slid 
it into her. She rolled partway onto her belly and assumed a Sims position. He 
handed her the hose and watched as she modulated the flow by squeezing and 
releasing the clamp. "I can tell you're an experienced enema-taker," he 
remarked. 

"What do you mean?" 

"The look of concentration on your face ... how you watch the bag deflate... 
Especially how you feather that clamp." 

"It's always a bit crampy in the beginning," she replied. She let go of the hose 
and rolled onto her back, gently probing her belly with her fingers. "Once the 
water gets to here," she said pointing to her left side under her ribcage, "it 
starts flowing easily." 

Lewis placed his hand on her abdomen. "I can already feel the fullness." 

The bag emptied and Autumn closed the clamp. Lewis plucked the nozzle from her 
bottom. Then, he began gently massaging her abdomen. "I like feeling your hands 
on me," she said. "What you're doing usually gets things going." 

Lewis continued his gentle massage. Autumn placed her hand on his. He looked 
down and regarded the solitary diamond ring on her finger. Her eyes followed his 
sightline and then she looked up at his face. "Happy?" he asked. 

"Very." 

Autumn closed her eyes and clenched her jaw. "Enema wanting out?" he asked. 

"It's starting to," she replied. "I want to hold it a bit longer." She closed 
her eyes and grimaced; then she sat up, swung her feet to the floor and headed 
to the bathroom. Lewis regarded the backs of her slender legs as she walked. 

He undressed to his briefs and slipped into a flannel robe. In the kitchen he 
prepared two quarts of mild saline and filled the bag. This he carried to the 
bedroom and hung on the stand. Returning to the kitchen he put the pitcher under 
the tap and filled it to the one quart line. Into this he added some more salt, 
stirred it and carried it to the bedroom. 

Autumn returned from the bathroom. "I always feel so much better after an 
enema," she remarked. She noticed the pitcher. "What's that for?" 

"Once the level is down a quart I'm going to add this to the bag." 

"You want me to take three quarts?" 

"No, but I want you to take as much as you're able to." 

"Why?" 

"Two reasons -- I want your colon as empty as possible, and I want it as loose 
and relaxed as possible. This is a good way to achieve both." 

Autumn lay on the bed on her left side and drew up her knees. Lewis applied the 
slick gel to her anus and slipped in the nozzle. She rolled onto her back and he 
handed her the hose. She snapped open the clamp. 

He watched as she took long, deep breaths, using her diaphragm to pump her belly 
up and down. As she filled, he noticed, her belly went down less with each 
breath. Glancing at the reservoir he saw it was down about a half so gingerly he 
refilled it from the pitcher. Slipping his hand under her gown he felt her 
belly. "Definite fullness there," he remarked. 

"I am starting to feel full," she replied. "I'm going to roll over..." Lewis 
tended the hose as she rolled onto her right side. "My tummy is already huge." 
She ran her hand along her swollen belly. Then, Autumn closed the clamp. "I'm 
gonna rest a minute. She looked up at the bag and then snapped open the clamp. 
"Mmmph," she grunted and closed it again. 

"Done?" he asked. 

"Almost. I'm trying to relax everything in my belly..." 

"No heroics, Autumn. When you can't take any more it's time to stop." 

She snapped the clamp open and a few moments later closed it. "I think I'm 
done." 

Lewis removed the nozzle and she rolled onto her back. "Let me feel," he said 
and began palpitating her abdomen, following the course of her colon. "That is 
about the hardest, fullest colon I have ever felt." 

"I'm gonna go now. I wonder how much I took. I know it was more than usual." 
Lewis gave her his hand and she sat up and then stood. 

"Let's see that belly." Autumn stood sideways to him and lifted the hem of her 
gown. "Very nice." 

He watched her disappear into the bathroom. Lewis removed the douche nozzle and 
drained the bag into the pitcher. He carried it to the closed bathroom door. 
"There was a little more than a pint left in the bag," he said through the door. 
"So, you took a little less than two and a half quarts." 

"Okay... Good to know," she replied. 

Lewis sat and waited for her to come out. She emerged, her hand on her belly. "I 
don't think it all came out," she said. 

"Why do you say that?" 

"Because I don't have that empty, relaxed feeling." 

"Walk around a bit. Sometimes that gets things moving." 

Autumn paced the living room. "Nothing's happening." 

"Then, let's try something." He ran water from the tap and added some to the 
pitcher. This went into the bag. He reattached the douche nozzle, flushed air 
and carried the device to the bedroom. 

"How do you want me?" she asked. 

"On the floor -- hands and knees." He hung the bag on the stand while he lubed 
her bottom and inserted the nozzle. "Now -- sit back on your heels. You'll take 
this one upright." Autumn knelt upright on the floor, the hose leading up under 
her gown. "This is cold water," he explained. "Not ice cold but tap cold. It's 
only a pint, but water this cold can be cramping. Ready?" 

"Ready." He lifted the bag from the stand and held it up; then he released the 
clamp. "Oh, God -- it IS cold ... and it is crampy." 

"Almost ... gone," he said. He helped her to her feet and then removed the 
nozzle. "Walk around with that until you feel the urge." 

"I'm feeling it now, if you'll excuse me..." She returned to the bathroom. 

Autumn emerged a few minutes later. "Did it work?" 

"It sure did. I could feel the cold turn to warm and I could feel my colon 
relaxing. I'm know I'm empty now." 

"Good. Ready for the main event?" 

Autumn looked over his shoulder as he measured a cup of water and put it in the 
pitcher. Then he measured a half a cup of vodka, dumped it in and stirred the 
mixture. "I really don't like the smell of vodka," he remarked. This he poured 
into the bag. "Put this nozzle on the hose," he instructed. 

Autumn picked up the green item. "A barium tip?" 

"Yes. We want this to flow freely." 

Lewis flushed air through the hose, catching the outflow in the pitcher. This he 
dumped back in the bag. "Hold this," he said and handed her the bag and hose. He 
ran more tap water and filled the pitcher. Then he took the bulb syringe, held 
its tip under the water, squeezed it and filled it. 

"What's that for?" she asked. 

"I'm going to use the technique I perfected for myself," he replied as he 
gestured her toward the bedroom. She hung the bag on the stand. "Alcohol is 
quite irritating to the colon -- much more so than soapsuds or glycerine. You 
have more nerve endings in your rectum and lower colon than higher up. The trick 
to holding the enema long enough for your body to extract the alcohol is to keep 
it up high. After the alcohol is in I'll give you a squirt of plain water. 
That'll flush any remaining in your rectum further up and away from the 
sensitive zone." 

"I understand -- I guess." 

He adjusted the stand. Autumn reclined on her left side. "Right side this time," 
he said and she rolled over. Slipping on an exam glove he lubed her anus and 
inserted the nozzle. "I want you to assume a reverse-Sims position -- like a 
regular Sims but on your right side." 

She rolled halfway onto her belly, her left knee bent. "Why this?" 

"Sims position is designed to make it easy to fill your descending colon. This 
position puts your entire colon slightly downhill -- after a little uphill hump 
due to your sigmoid colon. Anything that gets past that hump should flow 
straight to your cecum. Ready?" 

"As I'll ever be." 

"Nervous?" 

"A little." 

"You like doing something on the edge, don't you?" 

"I don't get many thrills elsewhere," she replied. 

"I'm warning you -- you are going to feel this going in. Brace yourself." He 
picked up the bag, held it high and opened the clamp. 

Autumn's jaw dropped and her eyes widened. "Oh! It burns!" 

"Almost done. It's not much volume." The bag emptied and he closed the clamp. 
Lewis removed the nozzle. "Stay still..." He picked up the bulb syringe, pushed 
the tip into her rectum and gave it a quick, hard squeeze before pulling it out. 

"That does feel better." 

"Now, roll onto your right side." He slipped his hand under her abdomen and 
massaged her right side. "Does it feel like a bolus of fluid in your cecum?" 

She palpitated her belly. "Yes. I believe it does." 

"Any discomfort?" 

"Not now. Lewis -- it really burned going in. I felt it in my feet!" 

"Primarily your left foot, I imagine." 

"In both but yes, more intensely in my left." 

"That's referred pain. Your colon refers pain to your left foot for whatever 
reason. Stay on your right side until your colon acclimates." 

"How long should I hold it?" 

"As long as you can -- ideally, forever. Your body will absorb and metabolize 
the alcohol." 

"What about the water?" 

"Your colon will absorb that, too. It's what it's meant to do. If it keeps you 
hydrated, that's for the good. It might help mitigate a hangover." 

"How long before I start feeling it?" 

"Not long." Lewis carried the enema equipment to the kitchen and then returned 
to the bedroom. "I'll clean that stuff up later." He stripped off his robe and 
lay beside her. "You don't know how much doing this is making me want one." 

She stroked his face. "I'm sorry to put temptation in your path. I am feeling it 
already, Lewis. My legs feel ... unreliable." 

"I feel it in my knees, first," he replied. 

"I think I taste it in the back of my throat." 

"You probably can taste it." 

"How long should I lie like this?" 

"For a while," he replied. "Lying on your right side keeps the alcohol high in 
your colon. When you feel ready you can lie on your back. That will let the 
enema spread out in your colon. You'll absorb the alcohol faster, but at the 
risk of stimulating those sensitive nerves." 

Autumn licked her lips and nodded. "I understand. This is a dreamy sensation..." 

Lewis kissed her lips. "I can smell it on your breath." He shifted his position 
so he was lying facing her back. He snuggled against her and nuzzled her neck. 

"I kinda like that..." she said dreamily. Slipping his arm around her he cupped 
his hand over her breast and began caressing it through the sheer fabric of her 
gown. "I really like that... Mmm..." She lifted up on her elbow. "Both sides?" 

Lewis slipped his right arm under her and began fondling both her breasts. Her 
nipples became erect from his touch. "I'm feeling it more," she said, her 
breathing turning heavy. "My chest feels heavy and my lips feel a little 
numb..." 

"Overall do you like the sensations?" 

"I understand what you mean by a rush." She cupped her hand over his. "This 
feels really good, too." 

Autumn bent her left knee and pointed it upward. Lewis regarded this as an 
invitation. He slipped his hand down, pulled up the hem of her gown and began 
stroking her clit. "Feels good," she whispered. "Now I feel like I'm falling ... 
especially when I close my eyes ... it all feels so good together, Lewis ... so 
good..." Her lips parted and she drew in long, deep breaths that she exhaled 
quickly. 

"Lewis -- I think I want to try lying on my back." He helped her ease flat on 
the bed. She lifted both knees and let her thighs fall open. "You're right -- 
the effects seem stronger like this. I really feel like I'm floating now..." 

"If you should start feeling discomfort low in your colon -- roll onto your 
right side." 

"Got it..." 

Lewis lay between her thighs. He caressed her mons, running his fingers through 
her pubic tangle. Then he parted her, exposing her clitoral glans tucked under 
its little hood. He planted a kiss on it, then worked his lips between her labia 
and began stroking it with the tip of his tongue. 

Autumn drew in a deep breath. "Oh, that feels so good," she said softly. Lewis 
slipped his arms under her thighs and began caressing her nipples through the 
fabric of her gown. He could feel her flexing her pelvic muscles, forcing her 
clitoral shaft against his lips. Working his fingers under the bodice of her 
gown he pushed her shoulder straps down and peeled the fabric aside so he could 
begin pinching and rolling her areolas directly, his skin against hers. He 
savoring the firm consistency of her stiffly erect nipples. 

Autumn closed her eyes. Her jaw dropped and she began panting heavily. Lewis 
could feel her heart racing under her breasts, and each stroke of his tongue 
made the muscles in her thighs twitch. 

By now he was familiar enough with Autumn's response to know she was close to 
orgasm. He also sensed she was having difficulty reaching it. Lewis began 
pinching and tugging her nipples while rubbing their tips with his index 
fingers. At the same time he switched his tongue action to sucking on her 
clitoral glans. It was what she needed. 

Her legs began to tremble. Autumn drew in a deep breath and released it as a 
moaning squeal. She clutched the bedclothes and her belly jerked. Then, reaching 
down she lifted his face from her vulva. 

"Lewis," she panted, "that was wonderful." 

"It looked like a strong one." 

"It was. I think I need to roll over..." 

"Can we take this off, first?" 

She lifted her buttocks, gathered the fabric of her gown and hiked it up. 
Sitting up partway she slipped it from her shoulders and then resumed lying on 
her right side, her knees drawn up. She rubbed the left side of her abdomen. "I 
felt it inside my bottom." 

"Does lying like this help?" 

"Mmm... It does... It's feeling better." 

Lewis lay on his side behind her and slipped his arm around her waist. He kissed 
her shoulder and the base of her neck. "Maybe we can do spoons," he suggested. 

"Mmm..." 

He stripped out of his briefs. Positioning her left leg he entered her from 
behind. Autumn drew in a breath. "Feels good, Lewis." she whispered. " I love 
feeling you going into me." She lifted up on her elbow and then leaned against 
his chest. He slipped his right arm under her and cupped his hand over her 
breast. 

Working his left hand between her thighs he was able to slip his middle finger 
into her slit and against her clit. "That feels really good, too... Mmm..." 

Her breathing deepened again. Lewis began rocking his hips to take some 
friction. Autumn placed her hand on his forearm, digging her nails into his 
skin. He knew his climax wasn't far off, but he tried to delay the inevitable 
for as long as possible. 

Her thighs began to tremble. Pressure was building in his loins. The more he 
tried to hold back the greater the tension he felt. Finally, past the point of 
no return, he grabbed her hip, pushed hard up and against her and ejaculated. 
"Lewis!" she gasped. 

Lewis tuned down the covers. Autumn lay on her right side, under his arm, 
cuddling against him and he pulled the blanket around her shoulders. She wrapped 
her leg around his and caressed his shin with her smooth calf. "How are you 
doing?" he asked. 

"I unnerstan what you said 'bout getting drunk versus bein' drunk," she replied. 

"I think you were the one who said that." 

"Well... I stopped getting drunk. Now I yam drunk ... very drunk ... very, very 
drunk. The room spinning ... an' I feel all foggy..." 

"This is your first real experience with alcohol, isn't it?" 

"Yeah..." 

"Do you feel sick to your stomach?" 

"No -- iss not that bad. I cann focus so I'm keeping eyes closed. I liked 
getting drunk a lot more than bein' drunk." She stroked his face. 

He kissed her hair. She opened her eyes and gazed at him and he could see her 
pupils attempting to triangulate his position. "I see two of you," she said and 
her eyes began to fill. "Oh, Lewis -- I love you so much." She sniffled. 

"You're not going to start a crying jag, are you?" 

"No -- I'm okay, now. I juss really felt it ... how much I love you ... and how 
much you love me." 

"Do you need to use the bathroom?" he asked. 

"No. I'm fine." 

"The best thing is for you to sleep it off. Close your eyes and try to sleep. 
Okay?" 

"'Kay..." 

"I'll rub your back." 

"Mmm... I like that." 

Lewis reached up and switched off the lamp. He ran his hand along her back and 
shoulder. Autumn's lips parted and she began deep and regular breathing through 
her nose and mouth; and he could feel her body relaxing against his. 



Morning light filtering into the bedroom roused Lewis. Autumn was still lying 
beside him, her arm across his chest. He gathered her wavy, blonde hair and 
kissed her head. She stirred and opened her eyes. "Good morning, sleepy-head," 
he said. 

"Mmm... Morning..." 

"How are you feeling?" 

"A little odd ... my skin feels kinda tingly. I don't feel quite right but I 
can't describe it." 

"You have a bit of a hangover. That will pass in time." She pulled him closer 
and kissed his chest. "What are your thoughts after last night?" 

"Well... I can understand why you'd like them." 

"I want one so badly after last night," he replied. "I know I don't dare." 

"Sex felt really good, too ... at first, at least. By the time I had mine I 
think I was a little too drunk." 

"That can happen." 

"When I finally came I really could feel the alcohol inside my bottom ... a warm 
sensation. I think it added to my orgasm." 

"Those nerves really are close together," he remarked. "I could see that 
happening." 

"Foreplay felt really good, though." 

"Would you do it again?" 

"I don't know. I really didn't like feeling drunk. It was an uncomfortable 
experience for me -- although it was odd in one way." 

"How?" 

"I knew I was impaired. I knew I could hardly talk and the room was spinning so 
I knew if I tried to stand I'd fall down. At the same time, my thoughts were 
more lucid than when I'm sober. I really understood us, Lewis. I really felt our 
connection. It overwhelmed me for a moment." 

"I've never doubted it," he replied. 

"Neither have I. For a while I felt it more clearly and more deeply than 
before." She kissed his chest again. "What should we plan on doing today?" 

"Why not sleep in?" He rolled to face her and they kissed deep and passionate 
kisses. "Maybe a couple more hours of sleep will fix that hangover of yours. 
Then we can shower together..." Autumn's full lips turned up in a smile and her 
eyes sparkled. 

"Mmm... I like that." 

"This is, after all, the first day of the rest of our lives together." 

                                   The End


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Author's Note: As with other stories of mine involving intoxicating enemas, I 
feel compelled to add this disclaimer: This is a dangerous practice and you 
could seriously injure yourself or someone else doing this. Alcoholic enemas 
have been fatal. In addition, alcohol can induce serious colitis. The above 
story is fiction with fictional characters engaged in fictional behavior. It is 
intended solely for the enjoyment of the reader and does not represent an 
endorsement of the depicted activities. Do not try this at home. --D 

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