Now she was starting in with the nozzle, Kurt offered barely any resistance and Grace slid all six inches of it into his rectum.Now she was starting in with the nozzle, Kurt offered barely any resistance and Grace slid all six inches of it into his rectum. "Let her rip," he moaned as she reached for the clamp and released it. He heard a gurgle and felt the first surge. With the weight of a gallon and a half of fluid backing it, that initial rush always took his breath away, but then he relaxed and went with the flow. He could feel the liquid coursing into his lower colon, it was a great feeling and he noticed that his cockhead had now worked itself totally into the open at the end of a full and glorious boner. Then he felt the first hint of cramping... oooooohoh...Grace slid the fluted nozzle back and forth in his asshole to divert the momentary discomfort. Soon Kurt's gut had accommodated its growing load and he repositioned his leg onto the rubber sheet. It was a signal to cut the flow for a moment and for Mr. Schidink to start the process up on Mrs. Schidink. Kurt felt great...almost light-headed. This was the best damned enema he could remember. He watched his wife spread wide her undercarriage with its masses of black wiry curls barely revealing the intricate scrolls of her liver-colored cunt lips and puffy puckered anus. He squeezed out some Prep-H. Ooops too much. He pushed a glob into Grace's anal openingf and scraped another big glob off the red rubber which he also lubed into her hairy crevice. He felt terrific ...they were just going to have to arrange to do this more often. The woman's enema nozzle was much daintier than the one lodged inside him, even though Kurt's rectum was teeny and his wife's was if anything impressive by comparison. But then men were men and women were women and this nozzle was especially designed for the fairer sex, just as the one shoved up inside him was designed by that Dr. Jay in New Brunswick especially for men--or rather "guys" (to quote the instructions on the box). |