Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2016 16:37:07 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: A Lawyer comes Out 2 (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, enema, g/FF Adult Youth, oral, enema, g/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 2016 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. A Lawyer Comes Out 2 By Jan My enema fetish began when I was young teen. I had four brothers and we had only one bathroom. I spent a lot of time next door at the home of our neighbor. She was a little older than my mother, and she lived alone, and name was Helen. When I visited her and complained about my cramps she asked me if I was able to move my bowels. I told her that I always have had a problem around the time of my period. She told me that she also had the same problem and found that the best thing to do was take a good enema. She asked me if I used them when I had cramps. I told her, "No...the last enema I had was many years ago." She told me to go into the bathroom and sit on the toilet and try to go. I followed her instructions, and after a little while she knocked on the door and asked if she could come in. Before I said anything she opened the door and came into the bathroom. She sat on the rim of the bathtub, and asked if I was able to go? I told her that I was unable to go. She told me to lean back and she would massage my tummy, and that maybe would help. I was embarrassed because I had a very large dark bush, and I knew she was looking at it. She told me. "I am also very hairy." I got more embarrassed when she commented about it. She said, "There is nothing to be embarrassed about, because it is just part of being a woman!" She massaged my tummy with the palm of her hand and it felt good. Occasionally her fingers would touch the top of my bush. She also said, "It would probably be better, if I give you an enema!" I was in such distress that I agreed to let her giving me an enema. I thought she would just have me kneel on the bathroom floor like my mother did it when she gave me enemas, instead she told me that it was best to give the enema on the bed. She took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom, and spread a rubberized felt covered sheet on top of the bed, and told me to take my clothes off, including your brassiere because you shouldn't have anything restrictive on when receiving an enema. While I was undressing she returned to the bathroom and returned with a full red enema bag with the attached hose and nozzle. The sight of the bag kind' a frightened me, because it was so big. She had also taken of her dress because she said that she didn't want to get it wet. She was wearing matching white lace bra and a long legged panty girdle. (This took place many years ago when most women wore girdles.) The crotch of the panty girdle was sheer allowing me to see the dark shadow of her bush. She hadn't lied, it was large and dark. (In those days very few women bothered to even shave their crotch, and bikini waxing was almost unknown.) The next thing I knew I was on my back on the bed completely nude. Helen was giving me a slow e gentle enema. When the bag was empty my tummy was extended and the pressure was all I could do to hold it in. She helped me get up and followed me into the bathroom with me and massaged my tummy while I was on the toilet. I was embarrassed and excited all at the same time as I had an explosive bowel movement. The splash wet my bottom with the cold water. It was an instant relief. She gave me a couple of more enemas during the next couple of months. Then Helen suddenly moved to another neighborhood. Helen and Mother kept in touch by phone and I also spoke to her several times. That summer Helen invited me to come visit her for a couple of weeks, because she had a condo near the beach. Of course I was excited about to go to the beach and wanted to go. My mother had no problem with it because she felt Helen was like of part of the family. She was nothing like my mother at all. Mother was very modest, and Helen was very gregarious kind of woman. She was not modest at all. I took the bus and when I arrived Helen made me feel welcome. When we got to her condo I told her. "It was hot and sticky on the bus, and everyone was smoking, so my clothes smell like an ashtray, may I take a bath?" Of course Helen agreed and showed me where the bathroom was, and even started drawing the water in the tub. She left the room while I got undressed and got in the tub. While I was soaking in the warm tub she knocked on the door and asked if she could come in to use the toilet. Before I said anything she came in and I told her that I was almost done if she wanted to wait. She told me, "There's no need to rush, because we were both women and it didn't matter." I was flattered that she considered me a woman. As I mentioned she was very open about everything, so she just hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties down to her ankles and sat on the toilet seat with her knees spread wide apart. I got a good look at her thick dark pubic bush as she proceeded to pee. There was a study stream of golden liquid for a while before it became a trickle dripping from her pubic hair. She continued a conversation while she was peeing and I was in the tub. She didn't seem to be in a hurry, so she carried on a conversation longer than I felt comfortable before she unrolled toilet paper and reached between her legs and wiped her pussy several times. By that time I had experimented with sex with other girls, so did enjoy seeing her hairy pussy. As she finished wiping her pussy she mentioned that she had just gotten her period. While watched she stepped out of her panties and opened the drawer under the sink's vanity and took out a Kotex pad and belt. She proceeded to step into the belt and attached the pad to the belt. She was facing me the whole time she was putting it on. She flushed the toilet before reaching down to pick up her panties. She stepped into the panties and pulled the panties up and over her sanitary napkin. She was so comfortable with her body that she was unfazed by me watching her. Watching her simply made my pussy tingle and my nipples hard. As soon she left the room I started masturbating until I had an orgasm. While I was masturbating I thought about the enema she had given me. The idea of it was enough to make me want to try it again. It was starting to get late and the water was growing cold, so I stepped out of the tub and dried off with a large bath towel and put panties, nightgown and a robe. We sat up talking in the living room for a while. I eventually said, "I should go to bed because my tummy was bothering me." Helen asked, "What is the wrong?" I said, "I think I just need a laxative." She said, "That's ridicules because that wouldn't activate until tomorrow! I would be glade to give you an enema and that would be instant relief." That was just what I wanted to hear. "Helen, I guess you know what's best." She escorted me to her bedroom and told me to lie down on the bed, so that she could feel my tummy. I took off my robe and lay on my back on the bed. Helen proceeded to lift up my nightgown to my ribcage, and asked if I always ware panties under my nightgown. I dais, "Yes" She told me that I shouldn't were panties to bed because a woman's body needs to breathe especially after a day in a tight fitting panty girdle. (Again she referred to me as a woman and not a girl.) She reached for the waistband of my panties and told me to lift my butt so she could remove my panties. Hearing her say that was very erotic to me. She took some cream from a nightstand and started massaging my tummy. She told me that my tummy felt a little firm, and a good enema would surely help. I asked, "Do you take and enemas?" She said, "I sure do! I gave myself an enema at least once a week. I feel that a woman's body should be clean inside and out." Then she told me, "Turn over on to your stomach, because I am going to put some cream in your bottom to help with the insertion of the enema nozzle. Now spread your legs and relax!" I felt her insert her finger deep into my ass. She slid her finger in and out gently, and I enjoyed her finger fucking me in the ass. I regretted it when she pulled her finger out. Left me there long enough to prepare the enema bottle, and return. Helen placed the nozzle against my asshole and gently applied pressure until the nozzle slipped into my ass. She used one hand to control the clamp on the hose while she placed her other hand on my vulva and stroked my pussy. My pubic hair was damp and she ran her fingers through the hairs. Then she lifted her hand to her nose and smelled her fingers. She smiled and sucked on her fingers. "I can tell that you enjoy getting enemas as much as me!" Helen proceeded to give me the enema and I was on my tummy on the bed with my legs spread wide apart. She slipped a hand under me and felt my wet pussy. She asked, "Do you ever touch yourself down there?" I said. "Yes" She guided my hand and placed it on my pussy. Her hand was over mine as I started to rub and I very quickly went over the top. When my ass was filled with all of the temped water she helped me to my feet and held the nozzle in my ass as she helped me to the bathroom. When she pulled the nozzle out of my ass I just managed to squat over the toilet and let go as I sat down. Again the cold water splashed up to wet my butt. The room was instantly filled with the stench of my shit. Helen flushed the toilet and helped me to my feet. She washed my butt with a washcloth, before leading me back to her bedroom, where she laid me on her bed. She lifted my legs up and rested the backs of my thighs on her shoulders. That put my pussy and asshole right there for her to lick and probe with her tongue. She skillfully licked and even spit on my cunt and asshole before sticking her tongue into me. I eventually had a strong orgasm. I wanted to taste her pussy and ass too, so when she allowed me to stretch out I placed my hands on the backs of her thighs and pulled on her until she walked up my body on her knees until I was looking up at her hairy mound and even the ring of dark hairs around her asshole. She settled down smashing her crotch against my face. I was being smothered by her flesh and hair. My nose was filled with the aroma of her cunt and even her bodily fluids were in my nose. Then I got my first taste of her asshole. The rest of my visit was spent naked most of the time. I spent enough time on the beach while she was at work to go home with a dark tan. For the next two summers I spent my vacations with her, and we did spend every moment we could pleasing each other in every way. When I was 15-years-old I was visiting a 17-year- old girlfriend, named Betty, for a sleepover. After we went to bed she started feeling me up, so we masturbated each other for a short time before she turned around and we started sucking each other's pussy. We engaged in oral sex whenever we had the opportunity, but we didn't consider ourselves lesbians because we both had boyfriends. But after I was married I found I still had an enema fetish that included a desire to do it with women. 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.