I actually met Donna through the 'net. I advertised for a partner, she
responded to my ad, and we corresponded for a time, and finally met. Donna
is one of those fine people who love to experience new things, and when I
proposed enemas to her as an exciting addition to her repertoire of sexual
enjoyments, she agreed, even though she had never received an enema. At the
same time, I suggested that she might like "fisting," because she loved the
experience of having her internal organs stretched. She was a bit afraid of
this, but I told her that I would only do what she could handle.

So we met.

Our first meeting was mostly coffee and talk, and we sat in her living room
near the beach and discussed everything - our interest in natural healing,
her business ventures, the car I planned to buy - everything about life. She
sat across from me watching my eyes play over her body (she wasn't wearing a
bra), and smiling her little half-smile, knowing that I was turned on by her
openness, her "experiment with me" attitude. She's a lovely girl, dark hair
and beautiful eyes, a good kisser, with a warmth and kindness that just
pours out of her, and about midway through our conversation, she offered to
show me her "bag of toys." So we sat there as she showed me the nipple
clamps she liked, the dildos, the restraints...I was getting hotter and
hotter (but as always, a model of self-control, wanting to use those things
on her, to play, to control, to dominate - but it just wasn't time. So I
offered her a massage.

She grinned (she LOVES massage), and we found a suitable spot, complete with
massage oils (or good substitutes), and I watched as she quickly shucked out
of her clothing - large breasts, nipples (brown); pubic hair (dark) - and a
"Do you like me?" smile, which I returned with a kiss.

"Which way do you want me, Dr. S.?" she said, "On my stomach or my back?"

"On your stomach is fine, Donna," I replied, noticing with pleasure how she
laid down totally relaxed, her legs spread, ready for me to... I began with
her shoulders and neck area, and used my hands to massage her upper back.

"OH! That's great!" she said, grunting a bit with the pressure of my hands,
but loving it. I massaged down her back, stopping about the waist, and
transferring my attention to her feet, bringing little shudders as I
squeezed and kneaded her feet to bring blood to them and loosen the muscles.

"Oh, Dr. S.!" she said (actually, she said this a couple times, as I touched
and caressed her lower legs). Finally I was done with the upper and mid-back
and calves. I began to work my way up her thighs, and much to my delight,
she spread her legs, inviting me to reach up, not only to the tops of her
thighs, but beyond. I touched her buttocks, and found them completely
relaxed. I gently separated them. She moaned quietly in anticipation. I
reached down into the area where the thighs come together, and gently began
to rub her vaginal lips. We both knew that "massage" at this point was a
euphemism for foreplay. I took one of the oils she had, and dribbled some on
my hand, and then her anus, and began gently to put my fingers inside her
vagina.

At the same time I played with her anus with my other hand. She spread her
legs even further apart, inviting, wanting. I separated her lips, and felt
her wetness, her vagina ready for me. One finger in her vagina. Two. Three.
Soon I had four fingers in her vagina, and I was gently opening, thrusting,
filling her with my hand. Then I also had two fingers in her anus.
Thrusting. In and out. Then (VERY gently) a third. Now I was working on her
with both hands, gently, knowing that I was stretching her a lot, but
firmly, sensing that she wanted more. Much more.

I soon had most of my hand in her vagina (except for the thumb, which I was
using on her clitoris), and she began to come from the pressure fore and
aft, and the massage. I was hard as rock, listening to her rhythmic groans,
her gasps of pleasure/pain, pain/pleasure, trying to resist me, not wanting
to resist me, trying to relax, not able to relax. She came that way, lying
on her stomach, moaning and shuddering, me standing above her, filling both
her holes, but not quite able to get my fist into her.

I withdrew my hands, and we cleaned up. Afterwards, I pointed out: "You know
I almost got my entire hand in you..."

She replied, "I know. I thought it would hurt, and would be unpleasant. I
only tried it once before, and it really hurt."

"I stopped before I began to hurt you, Donna. I'm always careful, and the
first time especially so."

We agreed to meet again, and I promised her a good cleaning out when we met
next time.

We kissed, and I departed, still thinking about the way her vagina felt,
almost big enough for my whole hand. "Next time!" I thought, thinking of how
lovely she looked with her legs spread, and her soft lower lips open,
inviting.

Thinking of how she would respond to the enemas I would give her. Very soon.




                           Another Date with Donna

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Last post I promised everyone that I would continue my "Donna" story (this
one is in fact true, mind you), so here it is.

Donna and I met again, and this time I had promised her an enema series. I
was really looking forward to meeting her again, and as I thought of her
dark hair and unshaven vaginal lips and anus, I got hard even before I
arrived. I imagined how it would be (don't we all), but the reality was even
better than I had thought.

Donna met me at the door with a huge smile (and I thought to myself, "she
really wants this!"); I entered, and we kissed - very gently, and I held her
to myself, feeling my penis harden again. I could feel her breasts against
my chest, and I touched her on her right nipple. She pressed against me, and
I put my hands down on her buttocks and held her close. My cock was hard as
rock, and I couldn't wait to begin our play session. "Come on upstairs to my
room, Dr. S.," she said.

I brought my "Playcase" with me (a catalog case, actually, full of the
things I would use on her in just a few minutes) and ascended the staircase.
Since she had moved since the last time I saw her, she wanted to show me the
house (especially the bathroom), and so I patiently endured the tour
(mercifully short - she was as eager as I to begin our session). She showed
me her bed, and grinned at me...

"Donna, I would love to make love with you; would you...???" She came close
and put her arms around me; I held her close, and we laid down together on
her bed. I could feel her soft body near me, and I rolled on top of her as
she lifted her legs high, trying to wrap herself around me so that she could
force me deeper into her dark warmth. I entered her, and began to
thrust...it seemed like only seconds before we both came, horny with the
anticipation of the rest of our time together. I could feel her pussy hair
against me, and I knew that if I had turned her over and entered her
backside that she would have loved it...but I didn't want to do that.
Perhaps next time. But this time she was to receive her first enemas. After
we had made love (and cleaned up, and disposed of the condom, and so on), I
went into the bathroom and got the fountain syringe ready for her first
enema. Lots of warm water. Douche nozzle. Where to hang it ?? She had even
thought of that, in anticipation of my visit, and had put a hook in the
ceiling (what a girl won't do for a thrill!). I grinned at that, and
realized that Donna was truly going to be a fun girl.

She asked me: "Will that work, Dr. S?" and of course I replied, "That should
do just fine, Donna."

"Now get up on the table, and lie on your right side." Donna was still
entirely naked, and I enjoyed the view as she climbed up and laid down. "Now
draw your top leg up high, almost to your nipple, and just flex your bottom
leg slightly. I'm going to give you the first enema with you lying this way,
so that you will be as relaxed as possible." She complied, and I drew on
latex gloves, double-gloving my left hand so that I could play with her anus
and still remain clean for later.

"Now, Donna, I'm going to do a rectal exam on you to stretch and lubricate
your anus and rectum." "OK, Dr. S." I lubricated the first two fingers of my
left hand, and began to work one of them (the index finger, I think) into
her backside, pausing to let her relax, massaging her rectum with my
finger...then two fingers, gently sliding them in and out, knowing that she
loved "backdoor stimulation."

"Oooh!" she whispered, really "getting into it." "Now, Donna," I said,
"You'll like this part even better," as I picked up the enema hose and held
the douche nozzle against her anus. I held her cheeks very wide open, and
slowly thrust the nozzle home. She shuddered a bit, and I began the flow of
water. "Donna, I'm beginning the flow now. I'm going to use the nozzle to
stimulate your anus and rectum, and the warm water is going to do the same.
You should begin to feel really good as the water flows."

She didn't say much, except when I asked her if the water was flowing too
fast, she said, "No, I don't think so." I allowed the water to flow, and
when the bag was about 1/3 empty, I shut off the flow. I reached around to
her front, and separated her pussy lips with one hand (my right) and opened
the clamp once again. As the water flowed into her, I massaged her
clitoris/pussy lips/vaginal opening, and moved the nozzle in and out of her.
She began to moan with the pleasure and with the pressure. About 2/3 of the
bag was gone now. "Can you take a bit more, Donna?" I asked.

"Oh, Yes, Dr. S," she groaned, as her belly filled and her entire
genital/rectal area was stimulated to the max. I let the water flow, and
used the nozzle for rectal massage as I played with her pussy. She loved it.
The bag emptied into her, and I made her lie still for a moment or two (till
she told me, "I HAVE to get up!") to let the enema work. She got up, and
expelled, and I began to prepare her second enema.

Her second enema was much the same as the first...it went in easier (she was
by this time fairly empty, and I continued to play with her pussy and move
the nozzle in and out. I could tell that she loved this, and wanted more. I
still positioned her on her side (relaxing, non- threatening), and gave the
enema very gently (hardly any pressure, flow very slow), and talked her
through it, thinking to myself how cool it would be to try four quarts with
her. But not this time. Only when she understood two things - that I knew
what I was doing, and that I expected full compliance.
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