Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2016 16:37:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Lawyer comes Out 2 (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, enema, g/FF

Adult Youth, oral, enema, g/F

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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               A Lawyer Comes Out 2

                       By
                      Jan

      My enema fetish began when I was young teen.  I
had four brothers and we had only one bathroom.  I
spent a lot of time next door at the home of our
neighbor.  She was a little older than my mother, and
she lived alone, and name was Helen.

      When I visited her and complained about my
cramps she asked me if I was able to move my bowels.
I told her that I always have had a problem around the
time of my period.  She told me that she also had the
same problem and found that the best thing to do was
take a good enema.  She asked me if I used them when
I had cramps.

      I told her, "No...the last enema I had was many
years ago."

      She told me to go into the bathroom and sit on the
toilet and try to go.

      I followed her instructions, and after a little while
she knocked on the door and asked if she could come
in.  Before I said anything she opened the door and
came into the bathroom.  She sat on the rim of the
bathtub, and asked if I was able to go?

      I told her that I was unable to go.

      She told me to lean back and she would massage my
tummy, and that maybe would help.

      I was embarrassed because I had a very large dark
bush, and I knew she was looking at it.

      She told me. "I am also very hairy."

      I got more embarrassed when she commented
about it.

      She said, "There is nothing to be embarrassed
about, because it is just part of being a woman!"  She
massaged my tummy with the palm of her hand and it
felt good.  Occasionally her fingers would touch the
top of my bush.  She also said, "It would probably be
better, if I give you an enema!"

   I was in such distress that I agreed to let her giving
me an enema.  I thought she would just have me kneel
on the bathroom floor like my mother did it when she
gave me enemas, instead she told me that it was best
to give the enema on the bed.

      She took me by the hand and led me into her
bedroom, and spread a rubberized felt covered sheet
on top of the bed, and told me to take my clothes off,
including your brassiere because you shouldn't have
anything restrictive on when receiving an enema.
While I was undressing she returned to the bathroom
and returned with a full red enema bag with the
attached hose and nozzle.  The sight of the bag kind' a
frightened me, because it was so big.

      She had also taken of her dress because she said
that she didn't want to get it wet.  She was wearing
matching white lace bra and a long legged panty girdle.
(This took place many years ago when most women
wore girdles.)  The crotch of the panty girdle was
sheer allowing me to see the dark shadow of her bush.
She hadn't lied, it was large and dark.  (In those days
very few women bothered to even shave their crotch,
and bikini waxing was almost unknown.)

      The next thing I knew I was on my back on the bed
completely nude.  Helen was giving me a slow e gentle
enema.  When the bag was empty my tummy was
extended and the pressure was all I could do to hold it
in.  She helped me get up and followed me into the
bathroom with me and massaged my tummy while I was
on the toilet.  I was embarrassed and excited all at
the same time as I had an explosive bowel movement.
The splash wet my bottom with the cold water.  It was
an instant relief.

      She gave me a couple of more enemas during the
next couple of months.  Then Helen suddenly moved to
another neighborhood.  Helen and Mother kept in
touch by phone and I also spoke to her several times.
That summer Helen invited me to come visit her for a
couple of weeks, because she had a condo near the
beach.  Of course I was excited about to go to the
beach and wanted to go.  My mother had no problem
with it because she felt Helen was like of part of the
family.  She was nothing like my mother at all.  Mother
was very modest, and Helen was very gregarious kind
of woman.  She was not modest at all.

      I took the bus and when I arrived Helen made me
feel welcome.  When we got to her condo I told her.
"It was hot and sticky on the bus, and everyone was
smoking, so my clothes smell like an ashtray, may I
take a bath?"

      Of course Helen agreed and showed me where the
bathroom was, and even started drawing the water in
the tub.  She left the room while I got undressed and
got in the tub.  While I was soaking in the warm tub
she knocked on the door and asked if she could come in
to use the toilet.

      Before I said anything she came in and I told her
that I was almost done if she wanted to wait.  She told
me, "There's no need to rush, because we were both
women and it didn't matter."

      I was flattered that she considered me a woman.
As I mentioned she was very open about everything, so
she just hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties
down to her ankles and sat on the toilet seat with her
knees spread wide apart.  I got a good look at her
thick dark pubic bush as she proceeded to pee.  There
was a study stream of golden liquid for a while before
it became a trickle dripping from her pubic hair.

      She continued a conversation while she was peeing
and I was in the tub.  She didn't seem to be in a hurry,
so she carried on a conversation longer than I felt
comfortable before she unrolled toilet paper and
reached between her legs and wiped her pussy several
times.

      By that time I had experimented with sex with
other girls, so did enjoy seeing her hairy pussy.  As she
finished wiping her pussy she mentioned that she had
just gotten her period.  While watched she stepped
out of her panties and opened the drawer under the
sink's vanity and took out a Kotex pad and belt.  She
proceeded to step into the belt and attached the pad
to the belt.  She was facing me the whole time she was
putting it on.  She flushed the toilet before reaching
down to pick up her panties.  She stepped into the
panties and pulled the panties up and over her sanitary
napkin.  She was so comfortable with her body that
she was unfazed by me watching her.

      Watching her simply made my pussy tingle and my
nipples hard.  As soon she left the room I started
masturbating until I had an orgasm.  While I was
masturbating I thought about the enema she had given
me.  The idea of it was enough to make me want to try
it again.

      It was starting to get late and the water was
growing cold, so I stepped out of the tub and dried off
with a large bath towel and put panties, nightgown and
a robe.

      We sat up talking in the living room for a while.  I
eventually said, "I should go to bed because my tummy
was bothering me."

      Helen asked, "What is the wrong?"

      I said, "I think I just need a laxative."

      She said, "That's ridicules because that wouldn't
activate until tomorrow!  I would be glade to give you
an enema and that would be instant relief."

      That was just what I wanted to hear.  "Helen, I
guess you know what's best."

      She escorted me to her bedroom and told me to lie
down on the bed, so that she could feel my tummy.  I
took off my robe and lay on my back on the bed.  Helen
proceeded to lift up my nightgown to my ribcage, and
asked if I always ware panties under my nightgown.

      I dais, "Yes"

      She told me that I shouldn't were panties to bed
because a woman's body needs to breathe especially
after a day in a tight fitting panty girdle.  (Again she
referred to me as a woman and not a girl.)  She
reached for the waistband of my panties and told me
to lift my butt so she could remove my panties.
Hearing her say that was very erotic to me.

      She took some cream from a nightstand and
started massaging my tummy.  She told me that my
tummy felt a little firm, and a good enema would surely
help.

      I asked, "Do you take and enemas?"

      She said, "I sure do!  I gave myself an enema at
least once a week.  I feel that a woman's body should
be clean inside and out."  Then she told me, "Turn over
on to your stomach, because I am going to put some
cream in your bottom to help with the insertion of the
enema nozzle.  Now spread your legs and relax!"

      I felt her insert her finger deep into my ass.  She
slid her finger in and out gently, and I enjoyed her
finger fucking me in the ass.  I regretted it when she
pulled her finger out.  Left me there long enough to
prepare the enema bottle, and return.  Helen placed
the nozzle against my asshole and gently applied
pressure until the nozzle slipped into my ass.  She used
one hand to control the clamp on the hose while she
placed her other hand on my vulva and stroked my
pussy.  My pubic hair was damp and she ran her fingers
through the hairs.  Then she lifted her hand to her
nose and smelled her fingers.  She smiled and sucked
on her fingers.  "I can tell that you enjoy getting
enemas as much as me!"

      Helen proceeded to give me the enema and I was
on my tummy on the bed with my legs spread wide
apart.  She slipped a hand under me and felt my wet
pussy. She asked, "Do you ever touch yourself down
there?"

      I said. "Yes"

      She guided my hand and placed it on my pussy. Her
hand was over mine as I started to rub and I very
quickly went over the top.  When my ass was filled with
all of the temped water she helped me to my feet and
held the nozzle in my ass as she helped me to the
bathroom.

      When she pulled the nozzle out of my ass I just
managed to squat over the toilet and let go as I sat
down.  Again the cold water splashed up to wet my
butt.  The room was instantly filled with the stench of
my shit.

      Helen flushed the toilet and helped me to my feet.
She washed my butt with a washcloth, before leading
me back to her bedroom, where she laid me on her bed.
She lifted my legs up and rested the backs of my
thighs on her shoulders.  That put my pussy and
asshole right there for her to lick and probe with her
tongue.  She skillfully licked and even spit on my cunt
and asshole before sticking her tongue into me.  I
eventually had a strong orgasm.

      I wanted to taste her pussy and ass too, so when
she allowed me to stretch out I placed my hands on
the backs of her thighs and pulled on her until she
walked up my body on her knees until I was looking up
at her hairy mound and even the ring of dark hairs
around her asshole.  She settled down smashing her
crotch against my face.  I was being smothered by her
flesh and hair.  My nose was filled with the aroma of
her cunt and even her bodily fluids were in my nose.
Then I got my first taste of her asshole.

      The rest of my visit was spent naked most of the
time.  I spent enough time on the beach while she was
at work to go home with a dark tan.  For the next two
summers I spent my vacations with her, and we did
spend every moment we could pleasing each other in
every way.

      When I was 15-years-old I was visiting a 17-year-
old girlfriend, named Betty, for a sleepover.  After we
went to bed she started feeling me up, so we
masturbated each other for a short time before she
turned around and we started sucking each other's
pussy.  We engaged in oral sex whenever we had the
opportunity, but we didn't consider ourselves lesbians
because we both had boyfriends.

      But after I was married I found I still had an
enema fetish that included a desire to do it with
women.



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