Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2016 04:25:28 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None 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 you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending it to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2015 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. 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. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.