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Donald
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Date Posted: Wednesday, January 25, 2012, 02:45: pm
This incident happened more years ago then I want to remember, but it still brings flashbacks when I think about enemas, but these are quite pleasant flashbacks.
To set the stage, my two older sisters caught me in an act that would have gotten me severely punished by our parents, beyond just the normal spanking.
However, they said they would not tell our parents if I would submit to an enema in the presence of one of their friends (aka blackmail).
The humiliation of such a situation seemed far better than the consequences from our parents so I agreed.
My oldest sister got on the telephone to her close girlfriend, told her something special was going to happen (nothing more) and did she want to come to witness it. She lived about a mile away in our rural area, but it seemed within minutes I could see her bicycle flying up our driveway. While we were waiting, my sisters filled several one-gallon jugs with water, my sister got her eight-ounce enema syringe she had purchased without our parents knowing, a clean tin can, and a petroleum jelly.
In my presence, she told her friend what had happened, my agreement, and did she want to make the short trek into the woods on our farm to administer my punishment. I must have been red as a beet as she detailed what we were going to do. Her friend agreed and we were off, on our bikes, down the path formed by the path our cattle used and we were in a grove of pines on the far side of our property.
My sisters took the liberty of undressing me (totally embarrassed again), while their friend prepared the enema, first pouring water into the 12-ounce can, then filling the syringe from it, doing this while also watching me get stripped. I was between frightened and really frightened and beyond total embarrassment at this point. I had never seen my sisters naked and I’m sure, with the exception of when I was a baby, they hadn’t seen me unclothed either.
My sister told me to lay down on the ground on my stomach, applied the lubricant while her friend prepared to give me the enema ... as I laid there with my legs spread wide, she shoved the nozzle slowly in ... it was a good feeling ... then slowly squeezed the luke-warm water into me. Three insertions later, they said it could go ... but not in the grove of trees but out in the grass.
When I got back, they “suggested” a second enema ... each taking turns inserting ... then I relieved myself again. Then the three repeated the act ... giving me several bulbs filled with water, then made me stand still until I couldn’t anymore ... I was embarrassed and they laughed when I ran to relieve myself and I could hear them giggling as I got rid of the enema. I was pretty cleaned out by this time.
I wondered how many enemas I would have to take. When I returned, I said, “Okay, you’ve had your fun ... how about me? I’d like to give each of you an enema too.” To my surprise, they said, “sure” and my sister’s friend volunteered to be first, kicked off her shoes, took off her blouse and shorts, revealing she was wearing nothing underneath ... quietly excusing her lack of underwear by saying “this is what I wear during the summer.”
I suggested she lay on the ground, on her back, and bring her legs up, hoping she would do this ... which she did, surprisingly, without protesting. My sister gave me the jar of lubricant, I put an ample amount on my fingers, thoroughly worked her anal opening and inside the opening, then she handed me the syringe and I buried the nozzle deep into the opening ... once, twice, three times, then told her to hold it until she couldn’t anymore.
Then I turned to my oldest sister, said, “You’re next” and she undressed, asked me how she was to be, I said ‘lay on your stomach” and she did. I spread her cheeks, lubed her just like I did her friend, only I kept my finger in her backside for more than a few moments longer, pulled it out and gave her several syringe fulls while her friend watched, but starting to get a little anxious as she moved from foot to foot ... then dashed to relieve herself.
As my older sister watched, I beckoned to my younger sister, she had already undressed, I told her just to bend over ... she did ... I lubed her just like the other, only now this was becoming a game with me ... and I think everyone was enjoying their turns. The insertions went quickly, she complained about being full after the third, so I didn’t push the issue.
When my sister’s friend returned, I asked if she was ready for a second round, she agreed, and said she liked the way I put the petroleum jelly on ... I did it again, only this time going slower, and deeper ... we both seemed to enjoy this. Four bulbs filled with water later she said enough, and now it was my two sisters turns again ... I worked slowly, deliberately, and made it as pleasurable for me as possible before administering the water.
When all four of us were back together again, they suggested I finish off the water by taking one more enema, as big as I could ... it looked like the last jug was about half-full. I agreed ... and they took their liberties with my anal area ... each lubed me generously and didn’t miss a spot, inside or out, it was almost more than I could handle, really, then they took their turns filling me with water which by this time had cooled off appreciably ... giving me a whole different feeling both at insertion and when I expelled.
When I got back, none of them had dressed, but where talking about “next time” ... to which I said, “what next time?”
“Didn’t you enjoy this,” they asked. I agreed it was fun, and it was different, but I thought this was a one-time deal. They assured me they wouldn’t tell ma and pa, but they all thought it was fun, each enjoyed enemas and they would like to do it again , all four of us together ... either at their friend’s house or in our house or even in the woods.
To say that the summer was totally different than any summer I’ve ever had would be an understatement.
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