Author:
JENNY B (HAPPY)
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Date Posted: 19:10:44 10/30/09 Fri
My older sister Tessa and I had a "one off" true experience,
playing enema games
when I was about 6 and she a year or so older. It was a
freak incident that happened quite by chance. It was late
one afternoon round about bathtime, mother had been out the
whole day(and not expected till late),and granma
(who normally supervised us) was fast asleep in her chair.
She looked so peaceful, we declined to wake her and decided
to go it alone. After running the water,we suddenly realised
all the towels were in the wash, and there was no soap either. In the one corner of the bathroom was a large
chest of drawers and we decided to search there first.
We found what we needed in the lowest drawer......and
something else as well! In one corner there was a small blue box with the word PERFEX stamped on it.....lifting the
lid we both gave a little gasp....looked at each other...
giggled a bit...and Tessa said " Ooh err!" We had found
something which was (officially) "not very nice" but rather
exiciting nevertheless. I think at that moment we both
experienced a kind of "dark thrill" the sort of thing a
teenage boy probably feels when he accidently finds one of
his dads magazines. There, coiled up like a little red snake
was granma's enema syringe. Although we'd both had previous
"close encounters" with it, this was the first time we'd
ever got to examining it close up. We took great delight in
doing so...squeezing the bulb...feeling the smoothness of
the rubber and the air comming out of the shiny black
nozzle.... we were about to put it away, when I said "Hey!
why don't we play doctors ?"(it was usually my bright ideas
that got us in trouble) Tessa's eyes lit up and she said
"Ok..lets try it!" Tessa, being the dominant one insisted
that I should be the first "patient". I knelt down in the
tub resting my arms on the back end, while my sister climbed
in behind me. For someone who had never given enemas before
Tessa seemed quite an expert. She lubed me thoroughly and
slipped the nozzle in without the slightest discomfort....
I felt my anus pull tight around the base and then the
powerful surging sensation as the warm water fizzed into
my rectum. It all felt so good,like that nozzle could have
remained inside me forever...I just closed my eyes an let
Tessa carry on pumping. My tummy however, had other ideas,
after a while I felt a sharp cramp and that familiar "weak
feeling" deep inside. When I told Tess, she just laughed
"granma always says you should try and hold it in!"
"Noo...pleeez Tess!" I whined "I just gotta GO!"
Fortunately my sister was kind.....I suppose she had every
reason to be,cause my bottom was facing her!
She removed the nozzle and helped me out,holding my cheeks
closed as she did so. I just made it onto the toilet.....
as I sat down my anus gave way and it all gushed forth
followed by two large blasts of wind....much to Tessa's
amusement.
Then it was Tessa's turn....she knelt down and I climed in
behind her. Locating my sister's anus was no problem....
getting the nozzle in at the right angle was not as easy
as I thought. I nervously fumbled around and she said
"Ouch!...no up a bit...down a little...ok, now push!"
It finally slipped in, in fact her little rectum seemed to
"swallow" it eagerly in one gulp!
The sight before me was something normally only seen by
mothers and medical personel. There was the black nozzle
firmly embedded between Tessa's chubby pink cheeks,the red
rubber hose hanging down like the tail of a monkey....it
all looked so comical I just had to laugh!
Tessa became irritated "Oh come on Jen...quit fooling and
give it a squeeze...we haven't got all day!"
I pressed the bulb and heard the familiar fizzing sound...
"Is it ok" I asked " Sure.." she replied "I can feel it going in.....just don't stop...I'll tell you when I'm full."
As I pumped the syringe, I began to fantisize about being
a nurse...and have the kids at school all queing up for
enemas.....the whole idea just made me feel so important and
'grown-up'!
Unfortunately, both my fantisy and medical career were
suddenly terminated by the unexpected arrival of our
mother. I will never forget that horrified look, as she
stood transfixed in the doorway!
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR UP TO ??? "
I think my heart missed a beat or two, but Tessa
(as usual) kept her cool,which was fortunate, since this
time, her butt was facing me !
The next few seconds were a blur of swift action.....
The nozzle was disconnected from Tessa, the syringe confiscated, and Tessa was promptly put on the toilet,
where she casually proceeded to expell what I'd given her,
without the slightest embarrasment (a cheeky grin on her face). Being more sensitive I suppose, I would have been
quite happy if the floor had opened at that moment and
swallowed me forever. I felt close to tears as mother's
attention turned towards me, and thought I was going to get
spanked, but then I noticed she seemed more puzzled than
cross. "Darling..."she said in very serious tone " who
told you to do this?" I just blurted out that it was my
idea, and we were just playing doctors and having fun...
As soon as she was satisfied that there were no external
influence at work, she calmed down a bit....but she still
looked very bewildered.....she just stared at us for a
while....."Whew....You two!...I..I..I just don't know...
what ever next ?? " Then she held up the syringe and said
said very solomnly " Now hear me and hear me good...THIS is
NOT a PLAYTHING! It's for sick people ONLY when their
tummies don't work.......GOT IT??
We both nodded obediantly. As she went out I heard her
mutter "now I've got to sterilize the damn thing all again!"
Although not having access to the syringe was a disappointment, we knew that sooner or later it
would be used on us again......and it certainly
was in the years that followed !
I still feel that children's enema games
do have a special magic and innocence about them
that can never be recaptured in adulthood.
love Jenny
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