Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2001 09:37:29 +0000 From: Jane Doe 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