by Penny Birch
‘You should go with Damon,’ I suggested.
‘Damon? Damon Maurschen?’
‘Who else?’
‘I can’t! He’s a client. Anyway, I thought you and he . . .’
‘Not any more. It didn’t work out. He wouldn’t commit, so I told him to get lost.’
‘I wish I could be as assertive as you, or Amy. She’s so empowered. She snogged Gina in the club, quite openly!’
I shrugged, wondering if she’d be so impressed by my behaviour. Outright lesbianism is cool, bisexuality isn’t so easy to get away with, never mind being a complete slut. There was envy in her voice too, and I wondered if it was because she wanted to be as strong as Amy McRae, or whether she wished it was her who’d been snogging Gina, or Amy for that matter. Suddenly dumping Damon on her didn’t seem such a good idea.
‘I saw Gabrielle earlier,’ she went on. ‘She suggested taking colonic hydrotherapy. Apparently by purging myself physically I can effectively purge myself mentally. She’s so intelligent!’
‘So everyone keeps saying.’
‘It’s true, she’s wonderful! Whole-being therapy is like nothing I’ve ever tried before, or maybe like everything I’ve tried before rolled together. I’m not sure about the colonic hydrotherapy though. Wouldn’t it hurt?’
I couldn’t resist it, there’s just too much mischief in me.
‘It doesn’t hurt at all,’ I assured her. ‘It’s a wonderful feeling.’
‘You’ve done it?’
‘Yes, I do it regularly.’
‘What’s it like.’
‘Wonderful, like I say. Really cathartic, with the tension building up as it goes in, then all flowing away as it comes out.’
‘Isn’t it a bit dirty, messy?’
‘Not if you do it properly. I could show you. I’ll even help you if you like.’
‘Would you?’
‘Sure, why not. Let’s take a shower and you can come back with me.’
She did. I had no idea of what Gabrielle’s colonic hydrotherapy involved, but the chance of giving Ami Bell an enema was just too good to miss. She has a lovely bum, round and just cheeky enough to be spankable. So spankable in fact that as she climbed up the stairs in front of me with her lovely cheeks moving inside her tight jeans I was wondering if I couldn’t bullshit her into believing that a spanking or a caning had some sort of cathartic value. Punishment does, actually, for me, but I couldn’t see her buying the idea and decided to content myself with the enjoyment I was going to get out of her enema.
Like I say, it’s beyond me how anybody could fail to find the experience sexual. I mean, you’re naked, or at least the most intimate parts of your body are on show, and there’s a tube up your bumhole! I was shaking before I’d closed the door to my flat, but Ami seemed completely oblivious.
I poured us a glass of wine each and told her to go into the bathroom and undress. She did it, and I watched, with both my arousal and my sense of mischief rising and rising as she peeled off her clothes. Her panties were big, and white, which was just perfect, while she had a Wonderbra on in a vain effort to make something of her tits, making her more vulnerable than ever when they came bare. She took off everything, except her glasses, and nude, with just the big, round spectacles and her still damp hair, she looked so sweet. I wanted to spank her, or make her lick me, with her face buried in my pussy and her big brown eyes looking up at me through the lenses. Naturally I couldn’t but what I was going to do was nearly as good.
‘Aren’t you going to undress too?’ she asked as she folded her panties on top of the little pile of clothes she’d made.
She bent nicely as she did it, giving me a fine view of her bum, then took a towel and wrapped it around herself.
‘Me?’ I asked.
‘Yes, I thought you were going to show me first. Anyway, I know it’s silly, but I feel a bit shy with no clothes on in front of you while you’re still fully dressed.’
‘That is silly! Take a towel if you like.’
‘Will you show me?’
‘Yes, of course.’
I began to undress, and while she didn’t watch openly, she kept glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. She had taken a towel, and sat down on the edge of the bath. I stripped very casually, not showing off at all, but my suspicions were growing and I was wondering just how far I could push her.
‘I wish I had breasts like yours,’ she sighed, as I reached up for the medical cabinet. ‘You’re so lucky.’
I smiled back. After all, my boobs are just about perfect, not too big, not too small, and firm. Certainly the boys have always been complimentary, girls too. Hers were like bee stings. Unfortunately it wasn’t the moment to invite her to have a feel.
‘This is the kit,’ I explained. ‘The water goes in this thing like a hot-water bottle. A pint’s about right, and it ought to be warm. This nozzle goes up your bum . . .’
‘Ow! It’s really thick. Doesn’t it hurt?’
‘Not really. You put some jelly up first, of course, and some on the nozzle. Anyway, it’s not nearly as thick as a man’s cock.’
‘A cock!’
‘Sure, haven’t you ever . . .’
‘No I have not! I could never do that! You haven’t, have you?’
I just laughed. I hadn’t realised how innocent she was. She was blushing, making her look sweeter than ever, while the thought that the bumhole I was about to penetrate was virgin was almost too much for me.
‘Look, this is what you do,’ I said, changing the subject before she could lose her nerve completely.
I am such a show-off. I took the tube of jelly and spread my bumcheeks, right in front of her, making sure she could see every detail between them. With it stuck right out, I used two fingers to keep my cheeks open and squeezed out a worm of jelly between them, right on to my hole. It felt deliciously cold and, as I stood up, it squashed between them, which was glorious.
Going to the sink, I measured out a pint into the reservoir and hung it on the shower rail, all the while with the jelly squishing between my cheeks as I moved. She watched everything, her mouth slightly open, looking like a surprised owl with her big glasses. I turned my back to her again, put one foot up on the bath and stuck my bum out, letting her see every detail of my pussy and the greasy spot of my bumhole. Taking the nozzle, I put it between my cheeks, just above the hole.
‘It shouldn’t hurt at all,’ I told her. ‘Not if you’re properly lubricated. You just have to relax. Look, watch my anus.’
I let my sphincter go loose, feeling my anus push out and open a little. It felt so good, and so rude, showing off my greasy little bumhole for her, with her eyes fixed on it. I slid the nozzle lower, rubbing in the slimy, mushy flesh, then up, inside, my ring opening to take it, deep, and closing on the neck.
‘There we are,’ I said. ‘No pain at all.’
‘What does it feel like?’ she asked.
‘Not much,’ I said. ‘I can feel it in my hole, but it’s not really big enough to stretch me inside.’
‘Oh.’
She sounded so timid, and I wanted her to keep talking, as intimately as possible, while I showed myself off. I turned the valve, making sure she saw, and gave a little gasp, only half voluntary, as the water started to flow up my bum.
‘There aren’t really any nerve endings in the rectum,’ I said, ‘but you can feel it stretch, like when you need to go to the loo badly. It gets like that with the water, a sort of bloated feeling. It’s getting like that now.’
‘Isn’t that unpleasant?’
‘No, I like it. It’s a bit . . .’
‘What?’
I’d paused deliberately, knowing she was bound to ask what I’d been going to say.
‘Never mind.’
‘No, what Tasha?’
‘Like being buggered. My bottom feels full, heavy. It’s like it goes to my head, and it’s the same with a cock up the bum. It’s not that different from having a cock up the pussy, not so nice
, but . . .’
I trailed off again, this time because I felt I might have gone too far. What I wanted to say was that being buggered felt dirtier, even if the physical sensation wasn’t so good. With my bottom spread bare in front of her and the nozzle held up my bum, it was getting hard to hold back, and she was just staring at me, looking more owlish than ever.
‘How . . . how could you let a man do that to you?’ she asked suddenly. ‘It’s so degrading!’
‘Not if you want it,’ I answered, and trailed off with a sigh.
There was plenty of water up me, most of the bag. It was making me want to pant and I was having to squeeze my bumhole to keep it in. Ami was watching in absolute fascination, and I wondered if I dared expel in front of her. I wanted to expel over her, on her tiny tits and in her face, but of course it was out of the question.
‘I’m quite full now,’ I said. ‘I’m having to hold it in. Oh . . . it does feel nice . . . oh . . .’
I pulled the nozzle out of my bum and sat quickly down on the loo. For one moment I held it, and then I let it come, spraying out of my bottomhole into the pan beneath as I let my breath out with a long sigh. I was acting up a bit, but it did feel good, and all the better for being done in front of her. She watched as I did it, and when it was all out I turned to her with a grin.
‘That is wonderful now,’ I said. ‘I feel cleansed. Gabrielle’s right, there is a mental effect as well as a physical one.’
Ami nodded, looking stunned. I was bubbling inside, really turned on and so, so full of mischief, but I tried to act nonchalantly as I wiped my bottom and stood up. What I couldn’t resist doing was spreading my cheeks and asking her if I was properly clean, to which she nodded again.
‘I think I’ll step under the shower for a minute anyway,’ I said. ‘It’s nice to clean up properly afterwards. Then it’s your turn.’
Once more she nodded. She was pink faced and fidgeting, clutching her towel to her chest, her other hand shaking as she picked up her wine glass. I stepped into the shower, not bothering to close the curtain, and made a big show of washing my bum, with plenty of soap. I was sure she’d realise that I was showing off, but I really couldn’t stop myself, and I even put a finger up my bumhole, in plain view.
When I’d finished I dried myself and put a little powder on, under my boobs and between my bumcheeks. As when I’d stripped, she pretended not to watch, but I knew her eyes were on me. She was in quite a state, and she’d drunk most of the bottle while I’d been giving myself my enema and cleaning up, making me more hopeful still. It made sense to give her the enema and then masturbate over the experience in peace, but sense was coming to have less and less to do with it.
‘Right then,’ I said happily, once more picking up the enema bag and the jug. ‘You’d better bend over the bath, so your bum’s stuck out towards the loo. We don’t want any accidents.’
‘Accidents?’
‘It can be a bit of a shock, the first time. You wouldn’t want to do it on the floor, would you?’
‘Couldn’t I just sit on the loo?’
‘No. I need to see what I’m doing. I might hurt you otherwise.’
‘Oh.’
She was really hesitant, wonderfully hesitant, but she did it, placing her hands on the side of the bath, bent down, looking back over her shoulder with a worried expression on her face as I poured the contents of the jug into the reservoir.
‘You’ll have to stick your bum out a bit more than that,’ I chided. ‘I can’t see your anus.’
She let out a sob of pure humiliation, but she did it, sticking her bottom out so that her lovely round cheeks came apart, revealing the neat pink dimple of her bumhole, with her pussy lips peeping out below, pouted and hairy, also damp at the centre. I wanted to touch, so badly, and my fingers were shaking hard as I took the tube of jelly and squeezed some out over her bumhole. My hand went down and I was touching her, lubricating her anus, around the hole, then up, sliding my finger deep into the hot, wet tube of her rectum as she gave another of her soulful little noises.
I wanted to keep my finger in, and to slide another up her pussy, but I knew she wasn’t ready, not yet. I had to try though. All thoughts of giving her the enema and then masturbating over the experience afterwards had gone. She wanted it, and she wanted it as badly as I did, physically.
‘There we are,’ I said, pulling my finger out with a sticky pop.
He anus closed immediately, tight, to make a little pink star, greasy with jelly. I could tell she was virgin, because she was a lot tighter than I am. She’d still be able to take the nozzle, but I was going to have to be careful. Hurting her was the last thing I wanted to do.
‘Now just relax,’ I instructed her, picking up the nozzle. ‘Let your anus go loose. Don’t be nervous, just imagine you’re on the loo.’
She gave another of her sweet little sobs, but her bumhole started to push out, opening. I touched the nozzle to the greasy dimple of flesh and watched her ring spread open, taking it. She let out a little, low moan as it went up, hanging her head down so that her long hair dangled as the nozzle slid up her anus to the neck. Her ring closed, tightening to hold the nozzle in, and I let go, rocking back on my heels to admire her penetrated bottom.
I was wishing I had a strap-on dildo to hand, so that I could make a proper job of fucking her bottom. She just looked so sweet, bent over, with her little round bum in the air, her head hung down, her titties dangling, and the tube sticking obscenely out of her anus.
‘I’m going to turn it on,’ I said. ‘You won’t feel much at first, because the water’s pretty close to blood temperature. After a while you’ll feel your tummy start to swell and you’ll want to go to the loo. Just take it, and tell me when you need to expel.’
She nodded, saying nothing and I tweaked the valve open. The tube rounded out and she gave the softest of gasps as the water started to flow up her bum. I watched, trying not to smile too openly.
Slowly her breathing changed, becoming deeper and slower, and her bumhole began to bulge out. I wanted to masturbate, coming as I watched her, or burying my face in her beautiful rear and licking her to orgasm as her rectum bulged out with water. It was impossible not to at least touch myself, and I sneaked a hand down between my thighs, finding my pussy swollen and wet. So was hers, the lips puffy with blood and her hole marked with a bead of white fluid.
Again her breathing changed, suddenly growing faster. I reached out, stroking her bottom as it became a rhythmic, urgent panting. She was nearly full, I could tell, with the area around her bumhole pushed out and her ring clamped tight on the nozzle. I glanced up, and sure enough, the reservoir looked close to empty.
‘Hold it,’ I said. ‘Keep it up your bottom for a while, let the water do its work.’
‘I can’t!’ she panted. ‘I can’t, Tasha. Oh!’
‘There, just try and relax,’ I soothed, again stroking her bum.
She was shaking, and wriggling her toes, struggling to hold her enema in. I wanted to lick so badly, and I put my other hand to her bottom, feeling her cheeks.
‘What are you doing?’ she demanded, still panting.
‘Helping you,’ I told her. ‘Just go with it, Ami, let your feelings take you. I’m going to take the nozzle out now, but hold the water in. OK?’
She nodded, her hair bouncing to the movement. Slowly I eased the nozzle from her bumhole, watching as she tensed it, held tight against the pressure. I was so turned on that I was wondering if I couldn’t find some excuse for her to have an accident, to do it over me, all down my front, over my boobs and belly, even in my face. Suddenly her bottom tensed, her cheeks clenching as she cried out.
‘I can’t hold it!’ she squealed. ‘Oh, Tasha, I can’t! It’s going to happen! It’s going to happen!’
At the last possible moment she swung her bottom over the loo, sitting down heavily as her anus gave and the contents of her rectum exploded out into the bowl. Her head was back, her mouth open, her face set in an
expression of utter bliss as she emptied herself. I watched her do it, trembling, knowing that if she wouldn’t let me have her I was going to force her legs apart and lick her pussy until she gave in.
‘Oh my!’ she sighed as her body at last went limp. ‘That was . . . that was . . . I feel so strange.’
‘Come on, I’ll clean you up.’
She let me, unresisting as I wiped her bottom for her and led her into the shower. I was trembling with need, and I just wanted to grab her and have her, pushing her down on her knees in the shower to lick my pussy until I came in her face. Her nipples were hard and her lower lip was trembling. I knew she was ready, I was sure she was ready.
I held back, willing myself to wait for the right moment. She let me soap her, saying nothing, with her nipples straining to erection and her lower lip trembling nervously. My hands went to her bum, soaping her cheeks, then down in her crease. I found her bumhole again, wiggling my fingertip in the tight entrance as I began to stroke her wet hair, very gently, with my other hand. She was trembling so hard I could feel it through my body.
I had to do it, I just couldn’t hold back anymore. I kissed her hair, her forehead, her nose. She sighed and her arms came up, to my shoulders, around my neck. Our mouths met, opening together and we were kissing, cuddling together as I pulled her in to my body. She was as urgent as I was, kissing me with real passion, and that broke my last efforts to take it slowly.
Still wriggling one finger in her bumhole, I let my other hand go lower. My fingers found the swell of her pubic mound, delving between her lips, to the soft, wet flesh of her pussy. She gave a little gasp, trying to pull back, but I held on, masturbating her.
‘Don’t,’ I soothed. ‘Don’t fight.’
