“'What did you do in me?' I asked.
“'I shot off,' he moaned.
“'Does that mean I'll have a baby?'
“ 'No, silly, that's the wrong hole for that.'
“'I guess I'd better go to bed,' I said.
“'Yeah.'
“He pulled his pajama pants back on and climbed back in bed. He was all worn out, and I was sort of tired, too. I hadn't had a climax exactly then, but it had felt real nice, and I understood now why kids did it.
“I went to the bathroom and washed myself off back there and then went to bed. Boy, that had really been something. I knew that I wanted to do it again.
“The next morning I woke up pretty late and had my shower and got dressed. Later, I felt that I had to go to the toilet, but I couldn't go. My rear felt stuck, and I remembered all the juice that Don had pumped into me. And then I had an idea. I really felt now that I wanted something pushed up my rear end again, so I decided to see if I could talk Mom into giving me an enema.
“I've always liked enemas, but I really didn't know why until Don fucked me in the rear. It all started when I was eleven.
“Another girl and I, her name was Ginny, used to play in a little shed on a vacant lot. One Saturday Ginny and I went over there to play house and when we opened the door there was her brother Allen with his pants off trying to stick a candle up his ass. We just stood there in the doorway bug-eyed, and then we burst into hysterics. Poor Allen was so flustered. The candle was still up his ass and he'd taken his pants off so that he was bare from the waist down.
“It was about the first time that I'd seen a boy up close, so I could really see what he looked like. Don was my brother, of course, but except when we were real little we never saw each other naked. I used to wonder what he looked like undressed and sometimes I'd try to peek in when he was having his bath or something, but I never did really get a good look at him in front.
“Allen's wienie was as hard as a rock. It stuck out in front, and then there were those round balls underneath. I was absolutely fascinated and kept staring at him. I was also fascinated by his bare bottom and the way the candle looked disappearing in between his buttocks. I think buttocks are awfully fascinating; to me that's the sexiest part of a person, his buttocks.
“'What the heck are you doing?' I asked, giggling away.
“'He's trying to screw himself. Can't you see?' said Ginny. She was giggling, too. We were both in hysterics, and there was Allen, red-faced, trying to pull the candle out of his ass and put his pants back on all at the same time, and blubbering at us not to tell anybody.
“'Let's make a daisy chain,' Ginny said.
“'What's that?' I wanted to know.
“She said, 'Allen can cornhole me, and then, while he's doing it, you stick the candle up his ass. Then he'll cornhole you and I'll stick the candle up his ass.'
“Allen was enthusiastic, but I was confused. “'What's “cornhole”?' I asked.
“'It's when a boy shoves his prick up somebody's ass,' Ginny said. 'Allen and I do that all the time.'
“'But why don't you screw the regular way?' I asked.
“'We can't get it in,' she said.
“'I never had it up your ass either,' said Allen. 'Come on,' he added, 'get undressed. I don't want to be the only one without his pants on.'
“'Okay,' said Ginny, cheerfully, and took off her shorts and panties; I felt kind of shy at first, but I took off mine, too, and there the three of us were with our bare asses.
“'Stick the candle up my ass,' Ginny told Allen, and pushed her rump in his face.
“I watched.
“'Ow, that hurts,' she said when he tried to stick it in.
“'It'll hurt at first,' he said, 'especially if you don't bend down enough. You got to bend down more.'
“Ginny spread her legs apart, bent way down, and grabbed her ankles. I could see her asshole. Allen poked the candle against it and started moving it in and out. I could see it start to go in. It just about drove me wild. I wished it was going in me, even though Ginny kept yelling, 'Ow!' and griping about how much it hurt. I noticed she didn't do anything to stop him from shoving it in, though. He got it about halfway in and then she told him to stop a minute because she was getting a cramp from bending over. She straightened up and Allen and I kept staring at the candle in her ass and how it disappeared up the crack. She had sort of plump cheeks and they just sort of folded around the candle. I asked her how it felt, and she said it felt good. Then I asked her if she'd stick it in me, only I wanted her to do it and not Allen, because he was a boy.
“She pulled the candle out of her ass, and I turned around and bent over, way down, like she had, and with my legs apart. Then all of a sudden we heard voices outside.
“'Oh, geez, somebody's coming!' said Allen, and we really went into a panic getting our clothes back on. It was just in time, too, because an old man stuck his head in the door and wanted to know what we were doing in there.
“'Just playing,' said Ginny, but I don't think he believed her the way he looked.
“'Well, you better get out of here and go play somewhere else,' he said, and we scrammed out of there and lit for home.
“I was really hard up after that. I'd wanted that candle in me in the worst way, and I kept imagining what it would be like to be cornholed. I kept noticing kids' rear ends, too, when we went swimming, and wondered what they looked like bare-assed. But I never said anything about it to anybody, because I was awfully shy, really. I know what I just told doesn't sound like it, but it's true. I was.
“Then something happened to really send me off after school started. I have an older sister, Jane, and she was about eighteen then, and going to university. We never got along very well. Jane was always sort of stuck up and everything. But I guess one of the main reasons I didn't like her is because Dad and Mom both liked her better than me. I hadn't really figured that out then, of course, but it always seemed like she got more stuff than I did and they made more of a fuss over her, especially Mom. If I got sick or something Mom just gave me a dose of something and didn't make all that much of a fuss. Anyway, I practically never got sick. But Jane was always getting sick. She had a lot of intestinal trouble, and Mom was always making a fuss, always wanting to know if she'd gone to the bathroom and all that stuff. I always found it sort of disgusting.
“Anyhow, I came home from school this one day just as Mom was taking Jane in the bathroom. I had a funny feeling that Mom was going to give her an enema so I decided to stick around and peek through the crack in the door and see if I could see her getting it.
“I took off my shoes and sneaked up to the bathroom door and tried looking through the crack in the door. What I saw just about drove me out of my mind. There was Jane with her dress up and her panties down, bending over with her big rear end right in front of me, absolutely naked bare, two big round white cheeks, and Mom was shoving the enema tube up her ass. I was just hypnotized. Mom kept shoving it in and in. She must have shoved it up her a mile. I envied Jane so much, wished it was me getting it, and I kept wondering what it felt like to have a tube pushed up your ass like that. Then they moved away from where I could see.
“After that, all I could think about was what it would be like to be given an enema. I'd never had one, although Mom was always giving them to Jane. I figured Jane was lucky, and I wondered what she thought about it, and if she liked it. We had the same room, and that night when we were in bed, I asked her what it was like to take an enema.
“'What the heck do you want to know for?' she said.
“'I just wondered. Mom gave you one today, didn't she?'
“'How the heck do you know that?' she said, real snotty. Then she asked, 'You didn't watch, did you?'
“I told her I did, and she really got mad, and told me she was going to tell Mom on me, and that I was real dirty and everything. I got really scared and begged her not to, and finally she said she wouldn't, but that I better mind my own business and not go peeking at people when they're doing things that are private.
“The next morning, I still pretended to be asleep when she got up and I stared at her bare ass when she was getting out of her pajamas and getting dressed. It was so big and round, and I kept remembering what the red rubber enema tube had looked like disappearing up between those round white mounds. I really had a thing about rear ends now.
“A couple of weeks later, when I was coming home from school, I suddenly had this absolutely insane idea. When I got home, Mom was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. I went up to her and stood there biting my lip, my hands behind my back, and then I heard myself ask it.
“'Mom,' I asked, 'would you give me an enema?' My throat was so dry I could hardly get it out. Mom just stared bug-eyed at me, and I guess I don't blame her.
“'What in the world-?' she said, in that tone of voice she used when she was really up tight.
“I felt myself blushing, and I got all confused and everything, 'That's okay,' I said, 'never mind,' and I started to go away. I felt like a real idiot.
“'Wait a minute, honey,' she said. 'Why do you want me to give you an enema? Are you sick?'
“I looked the picture of health, and there was never anything wrong with my bowels. I had planned to tell her I was constipated, but when it came down to it, I just couldn't lie, and I got all flustered.
“'No, that's okay,' I said. 'I'm okay,' and I started away again.
“But Mom said, 'Wait a minute, dear. Let's sit down and talk about it.' And she got this real serious expression on her face, like she does when she wants to set one of us straight about something.
“I sat down next to her, feeling awfully silly, and wishing that I'd kept my dumb mouth shut.
“'Now, what is this all about?' she asked. 'Why in the world do you want me to give you an enema? You're not sick.' I blushed and looked down at my shoes. I was really embarrassed. 'I dunno,' I said, wishing I could just fly out the door and keep on running.
“'You don't know?'
“'No.'
“'Well, I think I know, and I think you know, too, young lady.'
“I didn't say anything, and I was hoping she wouldn't tell me, because I was afraid she could just about read my mind. And I was right, because she could.
“'I think you want me to give you an enema because of sex,' she said.
“I just about went through the floor when she said that.
“'Is that right?'
“'I guess so,' I said in a real low voice. I couldn't look at her.
“'Yes, I thought so,' she said triumphantly. 'Well, I'm glad we're having this talk because you're getting some silly notions in your head.
Your sister told me you watched us the other day.'
“'She would, darn her!' I said.
“'No, I'm glad she did,' Mom said. Then she said something that really surprised me. 'Now, I think I'm just going to give you the enema right now so that you can find out what it's like and get all this out of your system.'
“Then she got up and I followed her into the bathroom. I really felt queasy. I was going to get something up my ass. Mom fixed the thing and hung the bag up on a hook on the bathroom door and then told me to pull my dress up and take my panties down. I did. Then she told me to bend over and started shoving the tube up my rear end. It felt so darned good I could hardly stand it. I just kept shifting from one leg to another and crossing my legs and bobbing my bottom up and down while she pushed the tube up me. I could feel it way up inside, and the water was spurting in and everything. I must be awfully sensitive back there because it just about drove me wild.
“After it was over, and I'd been to the John a few times, Mom had me sit with her and we talked again.
“'Well, I guess you got quite a charge out of that,' she said.
“I told her that I guess I did. She thought about it for a while, and finally said, “Well, I guess it won't hurt you. You're obviously going through some kind of phase, so if you feel you want one again, you tell me, and we'll just see how it goes.'
“I guess that makes it clear that I wasn't as innocent as I let on to Don, and that I really knew what I wanted him to do to me.
“I knew Mom would give me an enema if I asked her, and she did. The next time, I bent down with my dress up and panties down, and she shoved, the tube up my bare rear, way up. I told her it felt good, so she screwed me with it, pumped it back and forth while the water was pouring in me until I had this terrific orgasm.
“'Ohhhh, Mom, it feels good,' I moaned.
“Later I told her that the reason I'd asked her to give me the enema was because of what Don had done to me and that I was stuck up back there, and also he'd gotten me all aroused and I hadn't come. She wasn't mad or anything, but just kissed me and said she was glad we could talk, and that it was all right for me and Don to do that, but that it probably would be a good idea for me to have her give me an enema afterwards. When I saw Don he told me he'd peeked through the door and had watched Mom give me the enema and that he'd shot off when he'd watched the tube going up between my bare buttocks. I just laughed and told him what Mom had said and I thought he'd faint.
“'You mean she doesn't care?' he asked.
“'Nope. We can do it any time we like.'
“'Wow!'”