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Date Posted: Sunday, February 26, 2012, 06:38: pm
In reply to:
's message, "See another person get an enema when you were a kid?" on Saturday, January 21, 2012, 05:07: am
The one and only time during my childhood that I ever saw another kid getting enemaed,was way back in the late 60s
I must have been about 9 at the time,still very naive and ignorant about sex and many other things. I had only recently started to enjoy the enemas my mother gave me,
(most likely cause I was now getting multiple insertions with the bulb in the knee-chest position,instead of OTK)
the previous year Id gotten a few erections and then sometime later , dry orgasms. I dont think my mother noticed because she always left the room after squeezing the last bulb into me.
An incident happened quite accidentally while I was spending the last week of my summer vac with my aunt Verna and uncle Hubert(they had a small farm near Lancaster, Penn). One afternoon the weather took a turn for the worse
so I curled up on the couch with a pile of comic books.
Soon I was lost in a fantastic world of spacemen and super
heros, so I paid little mind to my aunt when she said something about being 'busy with the twins in the bathroom for the next half hour or so' and if I wanted to 'go' I must use the toilet back of the garage. I soon forgot her words and when I suddely felt the need to pee, I just went
straight down the hall, pushed the bathroom door open and
barged in !
Ill never forget the sight before me....four year old Tatum was lying across aunt Verna's lap wearing only a small vest, facing the wall with her chubby little butt towards me. Aunt Verna had the red bulb syringe (it was a bit smaller than my mothers) in her hand carefully guiding the nozzle into Tatums rectum. Her sister Wendy must have just been enemaed, cause she was already on her potty and starting to expell...she just stared at me in surprise but said nothing. Aunt Verna seemed so pre-occupied with the task in hand, that for a few seconds she seemed unaware of me. When she looked up I could tell she wasnt pleased. Her voice was cold and sharp 'Did I not tell you Id be BUSY with the GIRLS !!' I mumbled some kind of apology and quickly closed the door. I felt a prize idiot as I walked
away...but I also started to feel something else....I can only describe it as a kind of powerful tingling sensation in my anus and rectum...in fact as the excitement increased it was almost as if I could feel Tatums enema going into ME! Very soon I had a very powerful erection and then one hellava dry orgasm...before I even reached the
Naturally I felt more than a bit embarrassed by the whole incident and I think my aunt sensed this, cause when I was helping her with the dishes that evening she put her hand on my shoulder and said gently 'now Terry...when I say something to you...I do really mean it, so you must learn to listen up..huh?' I promised I would and felt better for that.
I was still curious about the events Id seen and the wonderful d/o Id gotten that afternoon, so I decide to try and steer the conversation in that direction (the twins had
already been put to bed), so I asked my aunt if they were feeling better now...she replied 'Oh ,that...well for the time being at any rate,I hope...but with those little tummies you just never can tell...Tatum always seems to get more backed up than Wendy!'
A sudden idea crossed my mind, if I could get my aunt to give me an enema then maybe I could get that tremendous
'feeling' again. And so I tried to fake it, saying that I too was feeling mighty backed up and maybe needed some help
Aunt Verna smiled and said ' Young man..I think Ive got just the thing for you!'
She told me to go sit on the toilet and wait for her. I can hardly describe the thoughts of excitement and anticipation that raced through my mind. How would she give it? OTK or knee-chest ? Would she lube my butthole first the way my mother did? And of course would she leave the room after last insertion ..or would she see my hard-on?
So far as I could recall I had never been enemaed by anyone
except my mother...and so now the very thought of a close relative doing it seemed quite an adventure!
I felt my heart racing as her footsteps approached the door
...but it sank like a stone when she entered the room.
Instead of the red bulb in her hand she had a steaming mug of herbal tea!! And she stood there to make sure I drank every drop ! It smelled bitter and tasted even worse...how I managed to gag it down without throwing up I dont know...but it sure made me 'throw down' a short while later. Ill never forget how my bowels rumbled and churned and ached! I reckon it wouldnt have been so bad if she'd at least squeezed it into me from the other end.
The question remains forever unanswered...did she get wise to my plan..or maybe decided shed given enough enemas for one day and the tea was less of a hassel?
The next day dawned bright and clear and I played with the twins in the back garden. I was pushing Tatum on the swing
and in her excitement (as it went faster and higher) she let go with a few small farts , as little kids often do.
I teased her a bit, saying it sounded like she needed another enema. She gave a squeal of laughter 'Ooh No! Mamma always tells us when we gotta get THAT!'
A very interesting little discussion soon developed and we all compared our bathroom experiences quite openly. The twins were quite surprised when I told them how I got it in the knee-chest position with multiple insertions. When I suggested they would probably get it that way too when they were older, they looked rather alarmed. Wendy said 'Oh Wow! we only only get one or two squirts and then we go potty'...I think from the way they talked my aunt must have been fairly skilled cause there was no mention of any pain during the process. I was still curious to know if they got any 'nice feelings' during their enemas, but somehow I couldnt get a clear answer on that one...they just giggled a bit and Wendy said it felt like she had 'a spook' in her tummy. She then whispered something to Tatum and they both laughed.(I never told them about my d/o's etc cause I feared it might get back to my mother) The 'thread' was broken shortly afterwards when aunt Verna called us in for lunch.
A few days later I was back home in Newark with mixed feelings and a long school term ahead...Maybe that holiday
was a learning curve for me...I still wish Id been less bashful and asked my aunt straightout to give me an enema that night....
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