Date: Sat, 12 May 2001 18:17:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bobbie <Redbagman@excite.com>
Subject: Warren and the woodie part 6

Meanwhile, having explained the enema thing, back to school.
Between the time we last visited and Christmas Break, I provided relief for
John two or three more times. It was always the same scene with John
frustrated and sporting his constant erection and my willing ass providing a
receptacle for his jism.
He seemed appreciative, but until Christmas Break I didn't realize just how
much.
John only had morning classes on Friday and by the time I got off work on
Friday and got home, he had left for the holidays. On the table was a card
with my name on it. A standard Santa Claus card and a note on the bottom, "I
left your Christmas present in my room, the door is unlocked--enjoy,
John"
I opened the door to his room and there in the half dark sat Carla.  "Oops --
pardon me --  I was looking for something John left for me."
"You found it, Merry Christmas."
"Say What?"
"Why don't you go take a shower and I'll give you the rubdown you have
coming."
"You mean"
"Run along and shower."
Carla wasn't the most attractive girl in school, but she was cute enough and
through the walls I knew that she knew what life was all about.
I showered and put on clean underwear and went to John's room for my
rubdown.
I opened the door and immediately smelled the odor of incense and saw the
candles burning on his desk. This was going to be some rub down.
"Peel out of those skivies," she said and when I hesitated, she tugged my
underpants to the floor.
Now over on the bed and we will get started.
"On your hands and knees please."
I obeyed.
Within five seconds I felt a finger sliding into my ass. What kind of
massage is this I thought.
It quickly came back out.
"I'll bet it has been a week since you had a cleanout hasn't it." I wondered
exactly what she meant and was afraid I knew -- my Friday night enema."
"Well, have you had your enema?"
I blushed and confessed, "No but how did you know?"
"John had it figured out a long time ago."
Apparently my secret wasn't as much a secret as I thought.
"I figured you would be needing one so I brought something to help us
along."
I turned to see her with a bulb syringe and a basin of warm water. "I hope
this works OK, it was all they had at the drugstore except for those water
bottle things and this looked like more fun."
Now, put your butt in the air and let's see how this works."  "OK"
I couldn't believe what was happening.
Carla stopped before inserting the nozzle and said that she didn't want to
get her clothes wet and with that off came the sweater and skirt and she was
left in her bra, panties and hose and garter. This was back before they
invented thigh highs and although panty hose were the common fare, Carla was
a kinky girl.
One hand went on my manhood and the other guided the nozzle into my butt.
The one hand squeezed the bulb and the other kneaded my penis. It was as
fine a enema as I ever had. She had emptied six bulbs in my butt before I
could take no more.
I excused myself to go to the bathroom and after a little relief there
returned just in time to see Carla straddling the basin and peeing in the
water.
"One more time," she said, "I understand a little salt in the water helps
with the enema."
The squeezed the bulb and filled my butt again with that mixture of warm
water and her urine.
Having pronounced the enema done with and having emptied my bowels, Carla
said it was time for the rub down.
She started out working on my front side, baby oil and lots of tender rubs
and caresses. About halfway through she took off her bra and used her more
than ample breasts to massage my chest and my slightly erect penis.
Having decided that was enough it was "Over you go."
On my belly with my head on a pillow I relaxed as the oil was spread over my
back and then down to my butt and then I felt an oiled finger then two
creeping into my ass.  I pushed back against her hand as she fingered my
ass. It was indeed a pleasant gift that John had arranged.
The pre cum was just starting to form on the head of my dick when she
stopped.
I was sorry to see it over. I sat up.
"OK," Carla said almost timidly. "There's one more part of this gift, but
only if you want to do it."
"What's that?" I quickly asked, wondering what we could possibly do other
than have regular hetro sex, something that I was not very good at but not
adverse to.
It was hard to see in the dark, but I swear she blushed.
"OK," she said, the enema and rubdown were John's gift for you, If you go
along with it, this is sort of John's gift to me." "He said you might be
willing to try it and it's something I've wanted to do but have never done
before."
She reached into the shopping bag by the bed and pulled out a strapon dildo.
Where she got it back then I haven't the slightest idea, but it wasn't one
of those crude hard plastic things with a single strap around the waist, the
kind commonly seen, it was a real state of the art trade item. It had a
waist band and two dildo's attached in the leather harness. A smaller one
for the person wearing it and a larger on for the recipient. A strap went
between the legs to hold it all in place.
She looked at me with big brown eyes that were almost begging. "I've never
found anyone who would even talk about it let alone do it, but since you
well I mean since you have well John and all."
"I understand," I replied, and I know your frustration, "Of course we can
try it."
I really don't know who was more excited about the possibility, but I know
who was the most relieved now that we had the little conversation.
"This is gonna be so great" she was saying as she inserted the short dildo
and strapped the device in place."
Her breasts were heaving with excitement as she smeared KY jelly on the
shaft.
"How are we going to do this," she asked. I suggested that we start with her
entering me from behind and I would provide the movement until she got used
to the rhythm then we would turn over and she could enter me face to face.
It was a good decision as she was overly eager.  The dildo had a comfortable
feel but it was not as warm as a prick and also not as flexible. I started
back with short strokes and soon she was all the way in with that monster.
We turned over and she leaned up against me with her breasts rubbing my
chest and her hips thrashing back and forth as that rubber dick plunged into
my ass.
All the while she was getting the stub end of the dildo and lots of contact
on her clit. In one of those rare moments, we came together. My prostate
could take no more and as she uttered a climatic ahhh, I shot a wad between
our bellies cementing us together.
We laid there for a long time, her rubber dick connecting our orifices. Then
she rolled off and smiled and said "Merry Christmas!" We laughed, hugged and
when I got out a bottle of wine drank a toast to John.
Carla packed up all her stuff and headed back to her dorm room, and I am
sure she had the same warm glow that she left with me.
After Christmas John came back to school and hit the books with a passion.
From the end of Christmas Break until finals, I don't think he as much as
jacked off, let alone went out looking for tail.
Then came the dreaded grades. John had made a great last minute attempt, but
it was futile. He would be going to school at some community college the
next semester trying to get his grades up and back to the University. Carla
suffered the same fate and I never saw her again. John wound up going to
another school and graduated and is quite successful I understand.
When John moved out, I got a new companion for our two room complex. He was
a nice kid but an oriental and when he wasn't hitting the books, he was out
visiting his fellow countrymen. We lived in the same place for three years
and never really got to know each other.
That situation put me in a state of Celibacy for a while but I then
discovered the bathroom stalls on the fourth floor of the administration
building. And, at the same time I discovered another kink of mine -- women's
underwear.  More later