“Saturday Surprise” by Wolfie
© 2000-2003 by Wolfie
Unlimited distribution encouraged for the enjoyment of fellow enemates

Karen, my live-in girlfriend, and I had barely seen each other for the last two weeks. She was pulling a lot of overtime at the staffing service she works at, and I, having (in my all-knowing wisdom) given up a cushy midday slot at one of the local radio stations to work in a recording studio, was working basically all night, every night. Most musicians, you see, except for the international stars, actually have to work day jobs just like the rest of us. So these poor guys, after working all day, come in to the studio about 6 PM and lay down tracks for most of the night, hoping to become international stars so they can quit their “real” jobs and make their living with music. As the engineer, it’s my job to operate all the fancy electronic gadgets on the “other” side of the glass.

Last Saturday, or in Karen’s words, “another damn Saturday,” I was scheduled to do some mixdowns with one of the local rock bands at noon.   I wasn’t really in the mood to work after getting home about 7 AM, but I got up around 11:30, stumbled to the kitchen and had my usual balanced breakfast – coffee and a Pop-Tart. I went back to the bedroom to kiss Karen good-bye and she mumbled sleepily, “God, I wish we could have at least one day for ourselves. That way we’d know all this shit is worth it.”

“So do I, Baby,” I said, “I love you,” and I headed for the studio.

When I walked in the door, the light on the answering machine was blinking. It was the manager of the band I was supposed to mix. Great news, for me. The vocalist, who was acting as co-producer, was sick and they were canceling the session. I locked the building and gratefully headed back to the house.

As I walked in the door, Karen called me from the kitchen, “Come in here, Honey, and see what we got.” I went in to the kitchen and saw Karen holding the 30 inch colon tube we had ordered a few days before from one of the enema sites on the Web. I felt the beginning of a serious swelling in my crotch, as I thought about all the fun we were going to have with our latest toy. And for a short, shameful moment, I was glad the musician got sick. Then, my better nature took control, and I realized that it was really OK to feel sympathy toward him and still revel in my own good fortune.

I knew what kind of Saturday I was going to have now, and as I kissed Karen I slid my right hand over her left breast and noticed that her nipple was already hard. That didn’t really surprise me. Karen enjoys the E-scene as much as I do. Hell, we met on an enema chat room!

After about a minute and a half, she untangled her tongue from mine and said, “You know, this does bring up one question.”

“Alright, I’ll bite,” I said. “What’s that?”

“Who’s first?” she grinned.

I pondered the question. We both enjoy giving as much as receiving, so it really was a good question. “Let’s cut for it. High card gets it first.”

She grabbed for the pack of cards on the kitchen table and I watched her closely just to make sure she didn’t run up a riffle stack and then jog the deck. It wouldn’t really have mattered, I knew we were both going to cum repeatedly before the day was over. Karen gave the cards a couple of straight shuffles and, just for fun, I gave the pack a one-handed cut before I slid it in front of her. She cut high on the pack, about 15 cards down, and, rather forlornly it seemed, showed the six of clubs. I cut just over halfway down the pack and showed the nine of spades. “Looks like ‘69’ to me, Darlin’,” I said laughing. “But we’ll get to that after the enemas.”

“We may get to it during,” she retorted. “I’ve gone so long without your body that I want it all, right now.”

 "Fine by me. Race you to the bathroom,” I said. “Oh, by the way, please reach me a beer on your way in.”

“I already stocked the mini-fridge in the bedroom,” she answered. “I’m way ahead of you.”

I was shedding clothes as I ran down the hall, and had to stop momentarily in the bedroom to lose the jeans and socks. I don’t wear underwear, so there was no time lost there. Karen was right behind me. She wasn’t wearing anything under her robe, so she blew by me and actually made it to the bathroom first. I took the time to grab a couple of beers from the mini-fridge and went in to the bathroom.

Damn, that little fox is quick! She already had the enema gear out and was filling the bag at the sink. “Which nozzle do you want for your clean-out,” she asked, fanning our collection like a hand of cards.

“You choose, Darlin’,” I grinned. “I trust your judgement.”

She pretended to be giving the matter great consideration as I popped the beers and handed her one. After she drank she said, “OK, lie down on your back and close your eyes while I make up my mind.”

I dumped half the beer down my throat and proceeded to carry out her instructions. At one time, we had considered trying beer enemas. But putting good MGD up my ass just seemed too much like alcohol abuse. And no one should ever abuse alcohol. It should be treated with the kindness and respect it deserves.

I laid down on the carpeted floor of the bathroom with my eyes closed, my knees up and my ass ready for whatever Karen had in mind. I didn’t have long to wait. “Pull your legs up so I can get to that tight ass of yours,” she said. I pulled my knees almost to my shoulders and felt her slender fingers, covered with lube, probing my waiting asshole. First one, then two, and finally three fingers entered my ass, as she slid them in and out of me; relaxing me for what was next.

She removed her fingers and said, “Stay relaxed, Baby. I’ve got a real treat for you.” Then I felt the tip of our double balloon inflatable nozzle at the entrance of my ass. Karen twisted the balloon slightly to ease it in and I felt my cock twitch and start to get hard. Karen’s finger slid into my ass behind the inner balloon, just to make sure it was all the way in. “How many pumps do you want, Honey?” she asked. “Let’s start with five and see where it goes from there,” I responded. I really enjoy the feeling of fullness and being stretched internally that the inner ballon gives when it’s inflated, so I waited eagerly for her to start pumping. Short wait. She gave the inflation bulb five slow, complete squeezes and I felt my cock reach full erection by the fourth pump. Then the outer balloon inflated and my asshole was sealed and ready for my first enema of the day. I knew there’d be more. I let my legs down and relaxed.

I heard Karen release the clamp and the warm water began to flow into me. Then I felt Karen step over me and squat with her sweet pussy above my face. She wasn’t kidding about the ‘69’ during the enema! I reached up and found her hips and pulled her cunt down to my mouth as she leaned forward and took my hard cock between her lips. I licked around the lips of her shaved pussy and then stuck my tongue as far into her as I could. I teased and rubbed her clit with my fingers as I tongue-fucked her tasty cunt.

In the meantime, she was deep-throating my shaved cock. Yeah, we both shave our crotches. If you haven’t tried it, don’t knock it. It certainly brings new meaning to the phrase, ‘Slippery When Wet.’ Not only that, you never have to deal with pubic hairs between your teeth.

In about a minute, Karen’s pussy began to pulse around my probing tongue and I knew she was getting close to cumming. I was too, but I knew she wouldn’t let me, yet. This one was going to be for her. I really wanted to wait until I had the colon tube completely in me, anyway. With my other hand, I pressed my thumb against her ass. Not penetrating yet, just adding pressure to her erotically charged anus. I heard her moan around my cock, and she pressed her cunt harder against my mouth. I found her clit with my tongue and vibrated it as rapidly as I could. It took about 10 seconds, and I tasted the flood of her juices as they flowed into my mouth. She had to take her mouth off my cock so she could scream and gasp for breath.

After she caught her breath, she looked up and noticed that the bag was empty. “Do you want more,” she asked, “or is that enough for the first one?” I decided to expel what I had inside me and go for more on the next one. Karen got up and closed the clamp as I moved toward the toilet, then stood in front of me so I could lick her pussy as she released the valves and slid the inner balloon from my ass. I expelled the two quarts of water and asked her how she wanted me for the second one. “Just like the first one,” she replied. “I want your tongue up my pussy again.”

I assumed the position and Karen reinserted the inflatable balloon. This time the water was warmer, almost hot, and it had a very stimulating effect on me. “Before you come down here,” I asked. “would you reach my beer?” After contemplating how I was supposed to drink a beer while lying flat on my back on the floor, Karen said, “Open your mouth and I’ll pour you a couple of swallows.” Damned if it didn’t work! I guess all the practice of chugging beers in college paid off.

Karen settled her cunt on my mouth again and took me in her lips. As the hot water ran into me I came closer and closer to orgasm. She sensed it and backed off, taking her mouth from my cock and sitting up a little straighter. I plunged my tongue as far as I could get it into her cunt as she began to fondle her clit. Almost immediately, she started to moan, and, once again, I sucked her juices from her sweet cunt and swallowed them.

There were two quarts of water inside me, but Karen jumped up to refill the bag. As she reopened the clamp, I noticed right off that the water was even warmer. God, I was turned on! She decided to tease me by securing our leather cock ring around my cock and balls. Then she stood in front of me and played with herself as the hot water ran into me. She pulled the shower curtain back, and, aiming the spray at the back of the tub turned the hot water full on. “I want you on your back in the tub for the tube, Baby,” she explained. “So I’m just warming the tub for you.”

The bag wasn’t empty, but I had all I could hold. “That’s enough, Darlin’,” I said. “Let me empty and I’ll get in the tub for you.” She closed the clamp and I got up and went to the toilet. This time Karen let me deflate and remove the inner balloon from my ass. She was too busy standing in front of me and playing with herself. Like I said earlier, we both like to give as much as receive. She was as turned on as I was. While I was expelling the roughly three quarts of water from my bowels, Karen was rigging the gear up to our new 30 inch, 28 French colon tube.

After I expelled the water from my intestines, I stood up and asked Karen, “How do you want me?”

“On your back, in the tub,” she replied, leaving no room for doubt.

Still wearing the cock ring, I got into the tub and laid down on my back. Knowing what she wanted, I pulled my knees up again.

“God, I love to play with your ass,” she muttered as she slid two freshly lubed fingers into my anal passage. Then, she withdrew them and began to slide the colon tube into me.

I’d built a bracket to hold our two quart enema can under the shower head so that it was continually refilled. Karen took advantage of this setup, and I knew that the tube would never run out of warm water. She let the water flow as she slid the tube further inside me. I could feel the warm water as it flowed into me and then again as it flowed out of me through my totally relaxed anus.

My cock, still constrained by the cock ring, got harder as the water flowed through me. I reached for Karen’s ample tits, but she dodged me. Teasing me, wanting me to lust after her. I did, and she slid the colon tube further into me, stimulating parts of me that I didn’t even know existed.

Soon, I felt the water from the tube discharging higher in my bowels than I had ever experienced before, and my dick was so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it. I was definitely ready for a monumental orgasm.

“Except for the part I’m hanging on to, the tube is all the way up your ass, Baby,” Karen told me, with glee in her voice. Assuming she was hanging on to about three inches of the tube, that meant I had 27 inches of colon tube in me and a titanium hard-on. The water, continuously supplied from the shower head, was still flowing from me and I needed to cum.

“Get either your face, ass or cunt on my cock, Darlin’,” I said. “I’m getting ready to cum real soon.”

“No problem,” she replied. “Let me surround your cock with my slippery cunt.”

She got into the tub with me and somehow managed to straddle my body and slip her pussy down over my cock. The never-ending water was still flowing through my bowels and Karen reached behind her and slid the tube another inch into me. That was all it took, and as I began the first tremors of orgasm she unsnapped the cock ring and freed me to spasm my almost limitless sperm into her throbbing cunt.

After it was over, I relaxed in the tub with Karen slumped over me, recovering from her own indescribable orgasm. The water still flowed from me, as it flowed into me. For some obscure reason, the same water flow which had propelled me to orgasm was now lulling me into a more relaxed state. As my cock lost its hardness and slowly shriveled in Karen’s cunt, I gave myself over to the sensation of the flowing water. It wasn’t enough to make me hard and bring me to orgasm again, so I surrendered to the lassitude and just enjoyed it. Karen raised from me and my flaccid cock fell from her grasping pussy. Then she began to withdraw the colon tube, with the water still flowing, from my sensitive ass.

I began to get hard once again, stimulated by the flow from my ass and the feeling of the tube being drawn through my insides. Karen saw it immediately and planted her sensuous cunt on my face as she took my cock into her mouth. I thrust my tongue into her, to the limit of my ability, and sucked her juices as she came into my mouth. As the tip of the tube finally exited my ass, I gave a final tremor of ecstasy and shot once again into Karen’s questing mouth.

My first time with the colon tube was over. Now it was Karen’s turn. But that’s a story for “Saturday Surprise” Part 2.

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