Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2016 04:25:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Enema Slave (Lesbian/Adult Youth, enemas, oral, f/F)

Warning:

Adult Youth, enemas, oral, f/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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Enema Save

By
Jan

      When I was entering puberty I experienced
terrible abdominal cramps. I was a dark haired girl
about five-feet five at the time, and I was developing
into a nice figured young woman.  I didn't tell my own
mother about them, but there was a neighbor woman,
named Helen that I confided with.  She was nothing
like my mother.

      My parents were both Italian-Americans, and we
lived in southwestern Pennsylvania.  We lived in a nice
neighborhood of townhouses.

      Mother was a very conservative Roman Catholic
woman, where Helen was a like older than Mom, and
much more liberal.

      Helen was a little taller than me, with dark hair
also, and a full figure.  She lived alone, and had even
casual about nudity.  That intrigued me, and I found
myself telling her all about my infatuation with this
boy or that one, where I couldn't even bring up the
subject of boys around my mother.

      My parents trusted her enough to allow her to
look after me when they wanted a night out or go
somewhere for a weekend or so without dragging me
along.

      I was staying with her one evening when my
parents were enjoying a night out for dinner and a
romantic with each other without me in the house.
Helen and I were having fun talking about my favorite
subject, BOYS!  In the evening after dinner I started
complaining about my menstrual period giving me
cramps.


      Helen asked me if I had trouble with my bowel
movements too.

      I told her, "I always have problems when I have
my period!"

      She said, "I also have the same problem, and
found that best way to relieve the problem is a good
warm water enema.  Have you ever had enemas
before?"

      I said, "The last enema my mother gave me was
many years ago, and I didn't like it!"

      Helen was very reassuring when she told me, "A
warm enema would relieve my cramps.  Why don't you
use the bathroom, and see if you can go?"

      I went to the bathroom and pulled my panties
down to sit on the toilet and tried to go.  I sat there
straining and holding my lower tummy, and was not
able to do anything more than piss a little.

      Helen knocked on the door, and asked if she could
come in.  Before I could answer the question she
opened the door and came into the bathroom.  She
sat on the edge of the bathtub and asked, "Were you
able to go?"

      "No"

      She said, "Lean back and she would massage my
tummy.  Maybe that will help."

      It embarrassed me, because I had a large dark
tangle of a pubic bush.  Her eyes were locked on my
bush.

      She told me, "I thought I was the only other
woman with that much hair down there!"

       That embarrassed me even more when she
commented on it.  She assured me, "There was
nothing to be embarrassed about because it is just
part of being woman."  Then she placed her hand on
my lower rummy and massaged me applying increasing
pressure, and occasionally rubbing low enough to
touch my bush.  She also advised me, "It would be
best if I give you an enema though."

      I was in so much discomfort that I was willing to
try anything, so I said, "Okay"

      I thought she would just have me bend over and
do it in the bathroom, but she said that an enema was
best given on the bed.  She took me into the bedroom
and spread a rubberized sheet on top of the bed.
She told me to take all of my clothes off, because we
don't want to mess up your clothes.  While I removed
my clothes reluctantly, she went into the bathroom to
get the enema bag ready.

      When she returned with the thick red rubber
bladder wrapped in a towel to keep the head in the
bag.  She had also removed her dress.  She said that
didn't want to get it wet.  She was only wearing a
white lace brassiere and white long legged panty
girdle.  The crotch of the girdle had a thin
transparent flap that allowed me to see the dark
shadow of her pubic bush.  She had told the truth
her bush was as thick and dark as mine.  (In those
days not many women heard about a bikini wax.)  I
was still lying on my back naked on the bed.

      Helen carefully hung the bag a bed post and there
was a seven inch nozzle with a bulbous ending.  She
used a lubricant to grease the nozzle and my anus
before she inserted it into my ass.  As the bag
emptied my belly became distended and the pressure
to relieve myself increased to the point that I was
begging Helen to let me go to the bathroom.

      She told me, "Hold it, you don't want to
embarrass yourself.  The pressure is your bowls
releasing the tension.  She left the nozzle in my ass
as she unhooked the bag from the bed post and
followed me as I struggled to make my way back to
the bathroom without allowing the nozzle to slip out
of my ass.  When I was about to sit down Helen pulled
the nozzle out and I almost was seated when I
expelled the dirty smelly water with an explosive
rush.  The water splashed up and got my butt wet.

      Helen was standing in front of me and when she
reached around my body to flush the toilet her
brassiere incased breasts were right in my face.
They were so close I could smell her perfume.  It was
all very sexual to me, but I just sat there.

      Helen even washed and dried my butt for me.
She told me that I should put on my pajamas while
she washed the enema nozzle and hung it up in the
shower to dry.

      Helen had made up the couch in the living room
for me to sleep on, but I wasn't sleepy.  My butt felt
like the nozzle was still in it, so I stuffed my right
hand into my pajamas and masturbated until I had at
least four orgasms before I fell asleep.
.
      For the next few months I thought about the
enema a lot.  As luck would have it Helen had moved
to another part of town, but my mother kept in touch
with her by phone, and I had called her too.

      That summer Helen invited me to spend a couple
of weeks with her.  So plans were made for me to
stay with Helen.  She had bought a condo near the
beach I was very excited about going.

      My mother had no problem with it because
Mother thought of Helen as an older sister that was
a little wild but trustworthy.

      I was put on a bus and when I arrived Helen was
waiting for me.  She welcomed me like I was family.
Staying with her was very different because my
mother was very modest where Helen was very liberal
and open minded about anything.  It had been a hot
and humid bus ride, so when we got to her condo she
suggested that I might like a bath to freshen up.

      While I was soaking in the scented water of the
tub Helen knocked on the door, and asked if she could
use the toilet.  Before I could answer, she came in.  I
told her I was almost done if she wanted to wait a
little longer.  She told me there was no need to rush
because we were both women.  I was very flattered
because she considered me a woman.

      As I said she was very liberal minded and just
pulled down her pants to her ankles and sat on the
toilet with her legs spread apart to pee.

      She started to chat with me while she was peeing
and I was finishing my bath.  She was in no hurry, and
simply took some toilet paper and reached between
her legs to wipe her pussy.  When she stood up I saw
that she had not been lying about having a big bush.

      By that time I had sexually experimented with
some of my girlfriends, so I enjoyed looking at a
mature woman's pussy.  Helen stepped out of her
pants and opened a vanity drawer and retrieved a
Kotex pad and belt, and proceeded to put it on.  She
so comfortable with her body, that she did it while
facing me.  Watching her put on the sanitary napkin
made my pussy tingle and my nipples hard.

      After Helen put her pants back on and left the
bathroom I lay there in the tub masturbating until
the water turned cold and I had an orgasm.  While I
was masturbating I thought about the enema that
she had given me.  The idea appealed to me.

      It was late so I put on a nightgown and panties
before wrapping myself in a robe.  I joined her in the
living room to talk about the past few months.
Eventually I was going to bed because my stomach
was bothering me.

      Helen asked me what was wrong.  I told her I
thought I just needed a laxative.  She told me that it
was ridicules because it would take until the next day
to work.  She would be glad to give me an enema and I
would have instant relief.

      That was exactly what I wanted her to say.
"Helen, I guess you know what's best!"

      We went to her bedroom and she told me to
undress while she got out the rubberized sheet and
covered the bed.  I removed my robe before lying on
the bed.  Helen lifted my nightgown, so that she could
feel my lower tummy.  She asked me, "Do you always
wear panties under your nightgown?"

      "Yes"

      She said, "You should never wear underwear to
bed because women's bodies need to breathe
especially after a day in tight panty girdles."

      Again she had referred to me as a woman, not as
a girl.  She reached for the waistband of my panties
and started to remove them.  I had to lift my butt up
by arching my back on my shoulders and heels, so she
could pull my panties down.  It was all very erotic to
me.

      Helen took some sort of cream from the night
stand and started massaging my tummy.  She said
that my tummy was a little firm and I needed a good
enema.

      I asked Helen if she took enemas herself, and she
assured me that she gave herself an enema at least
once a week.  She insisted that she felt that a
woman's body should be cleaned inside and out every
week.

      She told me to turn over in to my stomach,
because she was going to put the cream in my bottom
to help in insertion of the enema nozzle.  She also
told   me to spread my legs and relax.  I felt her
insert her slippery finger deep into my ass.  She
slowly slid her finger in and out it felt like she was
fucking my ass.  Then went to the bathroom, and
prepared the enema bag.  When she returned she had
me turn over onto my back and spread my legs.  She
slowly inserted the nozzle and released the clamp o
start the water flowing, while she massaged my
tummy.  She said, "The lips of your vagina look
inflamed would you like me to apply some cream on
it?"

      Of course I said, "Yes"

      She said, "That's good because it would take my
mind off of the enema."  Basically she almost brought
me to an orgasm before the enema bag was empty.
When it was she followed me to the bathroom again
carrying the bag.  I was at least able to get seated
before I released my bowel and the splash and my
butt to get wet and the smell filled the room.

      This time Helen had removed her brassiere and
panties.  When she reached around me to flush the
toilet her breasts were rubbing my face.  I simply
started kissing her tits.  She allowed me to suck on
her nipple for a time.  This time she washed my butt
and led me back to her bedroom.  When she had me
lay down she laid next to me and actually lifted her
right tit to offer the nipple for me to suckle on.
While I was busy sucking hard on her nipple Helen
slid her hand down my body to play with my pubic
hair.  Her middle finger sought out and found my
clitoris.  She diddled it until I had the strongest
orgasm I had even had.  It was stronger than my
orgasms from masturbation.  It was so strong enough
to cause me to pass out briefly.

      When I opened my eyes Helen was kissing my
eyes, nose, and mouth.  As soon as she saw that I was
awake she turned around and started using her hands
to spread my pussy open before she started licking
and sucking on my pussy.  When she sucked my clit
into her mouth I had another orgasm.

      I couldn't resist pulling her thick thigh over my
head, so that her big hairy cunt was right over my
face.  I was soon finding out what her pussy felt and
tasted like.  I was getting my face covered with her
juices.  Helen was still sucking my pussy and she
added to my excitement by sticking a finger back up
my ass, so I stuck my finger into het hairy asshole
too.  Before morning I also found out what a hairy
asshole tasted like.  I was hooked.  From that night
on any time Helen and I were together enemas oral
and even anal sex was on the menu.

      To this day any woman I make a pass at had to
enjoy enemas, oral and anal sex.


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