Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2001 09:37:29 +0000
From: Jane Doe <wende18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chris's Delight

These writings are merely facets of my experiences and
imagination and are wholly fictional. In them, they
describe explicit sexual activities between members of
the same sex. If this offends you, please do not read
further. However, if after reading this, you wish to make
comments, you can always find me at wende18@hotmail.com.
I would love to read them.



CHRIS'S DELIGHT by Wende Fields

Finally, an invitation to Winnie's house! Of course it
had to come by way of a mutual friend in Social Studies
class during fourth period. Winnie, since the beginning
of the school year, had been as big a mystery to Chris as
Chris had been to her. Winnie of  "the" Northrop's, the
most influential family in the city, had invited Chris to
her house for the weekend. Winnie could hardly contain
herself as she finished listening to Gail, their mutual
friend's directions. Didn't she know that everyone in
town knew where Winnie lived? After all, it was the
biggest house, no, make that estate, in the whole area.
Since Chris was new in the city, she had never had the
chance to see the Northrop mansion up close and now was
her big opportunity. Chris, equivalent in ages, but
slightly taller and with larger breasts, simply could not
believe her good fortune.

"Will tomorrow ever get here?" Chris silently asked
herself.

Her initial excitement had given way to impatience.
Slowly, the minutes ticked by toward her last period and
then only a few more hours until she was able to visit
"the" house. What was she thinking? How could she, a
twelve years old petite blonde girl from a northern
middle class family, ever hope to impress Winnie? Well,
if all else fails, be yourself is what someone told her
once upon a time. Well Chris, now is your chance to be
yourself, she thought.

The morning brought a smile to her face at the
anticipation of the adventure on which she was about to
embark. What would Winnie's house be like, she pondered.
Not to worry, she said to herself, she'd be seeing it
soon enough. Now, she thought, on to the morning's
preparation for school.


Oh, to be older than she was, she wished. It seemed older
girls were able to do more things with their life, while
she, `til now, had not an opportunity to go anywhere or
do anything for excitement. What will the day bring, she
kept thinking.

Mathematics, her first and hardest class, but she would
at least be finished with it for the week and then she
could concentrate on thinking about Winnie and what
exciting adventure lay in store. Wow! Where did the hours
go? Chris could not believe the morning and afternoon
flew by so quickly. So, on to the adventure! Now, she
really couldn't contain her excitement!

As she rounded the street corner where she lived, her
friend, Gail approached her and asked when she was going
to Winnie's house.

"As soon as I pack a few things, because she invited me
to spend the weekend with her," Chris replied.

With an all knowing grin on her face, Gail said, "Well
Chris, I know you are going to have fun there!
I spent the weekend with her a few months ago and I can't
tell you all the things we did. I couldn't walk for days
afterward!"

"Was it really that much fun?" Chris asked puzzled.

"Oh, you don't know the half of it," was all Gail said.

"Well, I'd better go inside and pack if I'm to be there
by six o'clock," she told her friend.

"Bye, Gail."

"See ya on Monday." And after pausing, Gail said, "I
hope!"

With that, Chris was really puzzled by that remark and
wondered just what she had gotten herself into by
spending the weekend with Winnie. Oh well, she thought.

"Mom, Winnie's driver is picking me up in a few minutes!"
she called upstairs.

And with that said, she went outside to wait for the big
black limousine to arrive.

"Good evening, miss," greeted the driver as he bent to
open the rear passenger door.

Chris entered the luxuriously finished passenger
compartment and sat back to enjoy the short ride to the
estate. On the journey there, Chris could not but
remember those words she and Gail had earlier. What could
they mean, she pondered. She would soon find out.

Passing through the electric wrought iron gates, Chris
could see the long winding cobblestone drive leading to
the mansion.  There it was! The mansion stood in all its
magnificence with four large white Greek architecture
columns, which Chris silently termed "the White House".
After halting in front, the driver got out and walked
quickly to the rear passenger door and opened it with an
inaudible click. Chris gathering her small bag exited the
large vehicle and walked slowly toward the double front
doors.

"Miss, young Winnie is staying in the guest quarters this
weekend," said the butler as he pointed toward the right
side of the house. "She is waiting for you there."

"Thank you, sir," she said timidly and walked around the
house to her right.

Minutes later, Chris came to the front door and meekly
lifted the large brass knocker. Tap, tap, and tap. Chris
waited, expecting the door to be opened by Winnie.
Moments later, Chris lifted the knocker to knock again.
Pausing, something told Chris that no amount of knocking
would have the door opened. Cautiously, she reached for
the door handle and pressed downward. The door opened
without a sound and she went slowly inside. Peering into
the room, she was not surprised to see such richly
appointed furnishings. Not quite knowing what to do, she
called Winnie's name.

She waited, but was met with no response. She called
again and waited. Still hearing nothing, she walked
slowly down the hall only to walk into a master bedroom
and bathroom. Hearing a faint moaning, she paused and
cocked her head to gain a different angle in order to
identify the direction of the almost inaudible sound.
This time she distinctly heard from which direction the
sound was coming.


Fearing Winnie to be in trouble, Chris walked further
into the room toward the sounds she heard. Peering around
the door, Chris was met with a sight, at first glance,
quite shocking to her! There she was, stark naked and
kneeling on the oversized four poster bed with a large
fluffy towel beneath the nude form. Chris's eyes widened
as she stared unbelieving at the scene and what Winnie
was doing on that bed.

>From a hook attached to one of the posts, a large red,
soft rubber bag bulged with what appeared to be some
liquid. Attached to this bag, a small white flexible tube
snaked its way toward and disappeared in Winnie's velvet-
like rear.

Soft moans could be heard coming Chris's way and she
suddenly felt extremely warm standing there observing
that scene. Chris was not quite sure what to do, so she
did absolutely nothing. Almost imperceptibly, her hand
began to descend toward her short skirt and soon it was
completely engulfed in the folds of her skirt and
panties. As if with a mind of its own, Chris's hand began
a dance between her legs which ultimately ended with
several fingers sliding inside her hairless, dripping
pussy. Disregarding the growing sensation of arousal
between her own legs, Chris continued to stare at Winnie
and listen to her soft moans.

As they became more insistent, Winnie suddenly reached
behind her and grasped the end of the white nozzle
protruding from her ass and with a slight flick of her
wrist began to slide it slowly in and out in a sensuous
fucking motion. This really caught Chris's attention,
because being naive in this form of sexual pleasure
caused a puzzled, but excited look on her face.
Transfixed by the sight, she couldn't help but let out a
low moan that in turn caused Winnie to immediately stop
her activity and look around with a sharp snap of her
head.

"Oh hi, Chris," she said more calmly than one might
expect. "I didn't expect you for another hour or so," she
continued. "I hope you don't mind, I was just relaxing
with an enema before tonight's fun!"

"Are you sick or something?" questioned Chris after
remembering that enemas were given to those children who
had stomach problems or the flu.

"Oh no, I feel fine. In fact, I feel very horny now!"
Winnie responded in her sexiest purr.

With that comment, Winnie got to her feet on the bed,
bent over with the tubing still resting in her ass and
said, "Do me a favor, Chris and take a hold of that tube
and pull it slowly out. But first, pinch that clamp shut
or water will go all over the bed."

Still somewhat confused and very aroused, Chris reached
over and grasped the end of the nozzle and began to slide
it slowly out of Winnie's ass.

"Oh, ah", were all the sounds coming from Winnie as Chris
pulled the nozzle free.

Quickly, Winnie grabbed a small anal plug and inserted
into her tiny rear opening with additional moaning.
Afterward, she grabbed a tissue and wiped her crease
several times before tossing it into the trash bin on the
floor beside the bed.

"Thanks, Chris", was all Winnie said for a long moment.

Now realizing that Winnie was completely naked, while
Chris remained dressed made the scene somewhat awkward
for Chris. Winnie, in her usual sexy way, tilted her head
back and laughed uproariously.

Thinking Winnie was laughing at her, Chris shouted, "Why
are you laughing at me?"

"Don't you see?" Winnie responded, but immediately
continued, " I am standing here completely naked and you
are still dressed." "By the way, did Gail give even the
slightest hints about this weekend?"

With a puzzled expression, Chris asked why Winnie had
said that.

"Oh, you'll see!" was all Winnie said.

And with that comment, Winnie walked over to the stereo
as if she were casually dressed and found a CD suitable
for dancing.

"Do you want to dance"? She asked over her left shoulder.

"But, you're naked, Chris remarked abruptly, I'm not sure
how to handle dancing with someone who is naked."

"Sure you do, if I am naked, all you have to do is be the
same."

"What?" Chris shouted. "Are you crazy?"  "I can't just
take off my clothes because you said so."

"Sure you can. No one is here and no one will disturb us
the whole weekend. I come here on weekends just to be
able to do wild things and relax with an enema without my
parents asking a lot of questions," Chris explained.

"You mean you actually enjoy having one of those tubes in
you," was Chris's Question to her.

"Of course, silly," Winnie intoned, "I've been enjoying
enemas for several years now. They make you feel so good
and ready for sex!"

"You mean you've had sex," exclaimed Chris who suddenly
had a greater respect for Winnie's experience.

"No silly, at least not in the traditional sense."

This latest comment really puzzled Chris and despite the
fact Chris continued to stare at Winnie's hairless pussy,
Chris suddenly wanted to know more.

"What do you mean, not in the traditional sense," she
questioned?

"Technically, I'm still a virgin," Winnie paused a bit
too long for more dramatic effect, "You see, I like
having things pushed in my butt."

"Doesn't it hurt," was all Chris could say to keep from
exploding the hundreds of questions swirling around in
her head?

"Oh no, it feels so good, you just have to try it,"
replied Winnie in her sexiest purr.

Suddenly, Chris felt very warm wearing all those clothes.
She had almost forgotten she was still wearing the short
skirt and only now realized her panties were soaking wet
with all the talk of sex and things. Chris, feeling
bolder, quickly kicked off her shoes and began pulling
the fluffy sweater she was wearing over her head. Tossing
it unceremoniously into the corner, she frantically
unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it down to her ankles.
Lastly, gathering up all her courage, she slid her hands
into the waistband of her panties and snappily dropped
them, only to flick them on to the bed with her right
foot.

Giggling, she began to gyrate suddenly to the music
blaring from the wall-mounted stereo. Grasping both of
Winnie's wrists, Chris began undulating her hips in a
decidedly exaggerated humping motion and Winnie quickly
followed suit. Soon, both girls could be seen dancing
around the room completely naked and lost in their own
reverie of the moment. However, the music ended and
Winnie, breathing very hard, abruptly threw her arms
around Chris and hugged her very tightly.
Chris, in turn, and momentarily surprised by the sudden
movement, reached her arms tentatively around Winnie's
waist and gave her a similar hug. Momentarily, the world
stopped and each girl gazed into the other's smoldering
eyes. Winnie, the more experienced of the two, brought
her lips so close to Chris's, they brushed almost
imperceptibly. The electricity generated by that movement
spurred Chris's lips to action without another thought.
Chris unexpectedly opened her mouth to receive Winnie's
exploring and wonderfully tasting tongue. A low moan
escaped her lips as Winnie continued that savory tongue
duel.

Meanwhile, Winnie's hands were busy trying to explore
every nook and cranny of Chris's available to her.
As if on cue, one of Winnie's hands began to explore
Chris's rear and the rubbing of that velvet-like skin was
having the desired effect on both girls. Chris began to
press her hip forward into Winnie's and almost
automatically, both girls rocked their bodies in a
grinding motion in order to maximize the sensuous effect
each rubbing pussy was having on the other.
Their clits strained to touch each other as two pairs of
hands now massaged and explored that secret crevice of
the other's bottom. Soon, moans and sighs filled the room
as the stereo ceased to have any effect on the two
undulating bodies.After long moments of holding each
other in this manner, Winnie broke free suddenly feeling
the urge to void the contents of her tiny bowels.

"Wait, here and I'll be right back," Winnie said
hurriedly as she dashed into the bathroom.

"Are you all right?" Chris called in a concerned manner.

"Yes, perfectly. I just have to void the water in my
bowel," Winnie called back in a hoarse voice.

Seconds later, Chris could hear the sounds of liquids
being jettisoned into the toilet accompanied by several
moans and gasps of undeniable pleasure.

"Oh, it feels good. Oh, it feels good. Oh, it feels so
good," was all Winnie could muster in the throes of her
delirious pleasure.

Long minutes passed before any other sounds could be
heard from the other room. Then, as if on cue, Chris
heard the sound of the toilet being flushed and waters
running in the sink. Coming out of the bathroom, Winnie's
face had a flush appearance, but she proceeded to pad
over to the bed and throw back the heavy quilt covering
the bed.

"Here, she said, we'll be more comfortable lying down.
And then I can show you what it is like to have your very
first enema."

Feeling as if the spell had been broken, Chris hesitated
a second, but then remembering how turned on she was
moments ago, climbed into bed with her newly found
lover....

To Be Continued