She froze and looked up over her shoulder. A man stood behind her with his pants open and his penis in his hand. He grinned through the hair hanging down in his eyes and licked his lips.
"Joe said there was a girl down here that liked to have her ass worked on," he said. "Here's just the cock to do it for you."
Maisie looked him straight in the eye. He wasn't very good-looking but two things impressed her – the man's naked organ and his expressed willingness to use it on her.
"Look, mister, I'm not going to lie to you," she said, looking up at him with shining eyes. "Joe told you right. The bastard also got me hot as hell and then took off without doing anything about it. If you want the truth, I'm just dying to be fucked in the ass right this minute. I guess you can tell how hot I am just by looking though, can't you? I don't think this skirt's long enough to cover very much of my ass, and I was bent way over when you came up just now. You must have got an awful good look between my legs."
The man's eyes gazed down at her and he kicked off his shoes and lowered his pants.
"Come on, buddy," he cried to someone outside the doorway. "You don't have to wait. You hear what this cunt's telling? She's so God damned hot she can take us both on at once!"
Maisie blanched and stammered. "Hey, wait a minute, I didn't know there were two of you! Y-y-y-ou better not… you better not have Joe with you… i-i-i-if he's back again…"
A short redheaded man stepped out from the shadows and cut short her speech.
"Don't worry," he said, "Joe already got what he wanted from you. He ain't here. Now, let's see what you got under them panties. Come on, let us see what it was Joe got to see."
"No," she cried, backing up from the two men by squirming her bottom on the floor and digging in her heels. "All I did with him was to… I just…"
"Went down on him, didn't you?" said the first man, the taller of the two. "Ate his cock for him 'cause you were on the rag and couldn't give him no pussy, didn't you?"
She bowed her head in shame. "Yes. He made me. I told him I couldn't let him fuck me and he…"
"You're in luck now, sugar," the redhead broke in. "Joe might not like fucking a gal when she's bleeding, but not me. I'm gonna give it to you in the pussy."
She reeled at his words and gasped for breath. She knew she didn't stand a chance against the two of them. She was about to be raped – her maidenhead was about to be split and there was nothing in the world she could do about it. She felt terribly defenseless. Stammering, she reminded the tall man that he'd said he was interested in her rear, that he said he was just the man for that kind of action. His reply appalled her.
"Sure, honey, I do go for fucking broads in the ass – but only when I lose." Both men guffawed. "We flipped a coin on the way down here to see who'd get to fuck you in the ass and who'd get the pleasure of your cunt, and I lost. Neither one of us wanted sloppy seconds, so that's how we got around it."
"Yeah," chimed in the redhead, "he'd have much rather fucked your cunt, but he lost the flip. I get to do it to that sweet little pussy of yours and he's gonna give it to you up the ass after I finish. Come on, baby, off with those panties!"
Maisie's body was wet with terror. Her mother's warning kept drumming in her ears. What if she got pregnant? And even if she didn't, she'd still have to give in to letting a man's penis in her front for the first time in her life. She'd lose her virginity for sure.
She didn't move fast enough to suit them so the redhead grabbed her ankles and yelled for the taller man to hold her arms. He grabbed her in a bear hug from behind and she felt the hard ends of his fingers squeeze into her lush breasts through the fabric of her thin blouse. There was no way for her to resist. She wriggled and squealed but her movements, causing her clothes to twist off strategic parts of her firm body, only excited the men more. She watched as the redhead slowly drew her panties off her trim long legs and uncovered the thick bush of hair between her thighs.
"Look at that, will you!" he yelled. "Look at the hairy snatch on this broad! Hold her good, buddy. I'm gonna give that nice little twat of hers a nice hot fucking!"
The two wrestled her onto her back and she lay trembling while they stripped off the rest of her clothes. Every square inch of her nineteen-year-old body was laid bare before their hungry eyes. As her blouse came off, the tall man yelled, "God damn, look at the nice jugs on her! You may get to fuck her cunt before I get to stick mine up her asshole, but there sure as hell ain't nothing that says I gotta keep my hands off her tits!"
He greedily clasped the succulent mounds in his two hands and began rubbing her nipples, hard in spite of themselves, between his fingertips. The redhead was already lying down on top of her. He spread her thighs apart and she felt the heavy weight of organ plop against the tenderness of her inner thighs. Before she knew it, his hands were already busy at the center of her groin. He parted the curly thickness of her pubic hair like a thirsty man seeking a water well in high grass. In seconds his fingers were at the very core of her secrets, nervously touching the moist outer lips. Then his marauding fingers went deeper into her and touched the inner flesh itself. He was so anxious to press his manhood inside the girl's pouting vulva that he failed even to notice that she wasn't having her period as she had claimed.
"Hold her, buddy!" he yelled, and drove himself forward on top of her naked body.
Maisie's sensitive genitals accepted his penis with a shock. She had had her finger there before many times, and had sometimes allowed men to do the same – but never with the hard length of the penis itself. She tried to squeeze her legs together but it was no use. He looked down at her pretty face, framed all around by tangled strands of her beautiful black hair, and grinned evilly at her.
"That's just the end of it, sugar," he wheezed. "Now take the rest of it!"
His penis sped through the warm length of her vagina and burst through her maidenhead with a splat.
"Oouch!" she yelled. "Oooooooooh!"
The thin membrane was now severed and Maisie, who was technically a virgin in spite of all her prior sex experience, lost her virginity in the part of her body where most of her girl friends had lost theirs long before. The sweat stood out on her forehead and she writhed under the man's body like a fish. It wasn't from passion so much as from a strong attempt to get his penis out of her. She wasn't successful. He kept sliding it forward and backward through her genitals as fast as he could.
"Look," yelled the tall man, who still held her arms to her sides and her breasts in his hands, "I think she's liking it! She's trying not to show it, but I think she's starting to get herself all worked up in spite of herself!"
The redhead raised his face toward his friend and gasped, "Too fuckin' bad, then. I'm about to get my nuts off. If it took her this long to like it, to hell with her!"
He had in fact entered the girl's organs only a very short time before. But he had taken no pains to prolong the act. He wanted his shallow satisfaction then and there.
"Hurry, then," yelled the tall man. "Finish up so I can turn her over!"
Maisie felt a few smarting pains deep inside her, but the truth was that she was beginning to enjoy the feeling more than she had thought she would. Maybe after a few more minutes of this – but it wasn't to be. The redhead made a gruff noise deep in his throat and she felt his penis go limp. She couldn't feel the wetness of his sperm because her vagina was already coated with blood from her broken maidenhead. He rolled off and smiled, then gestured for the tall man to take his turn with the girl.
Maisie was very tired by now, and although there was little loss of blood, her genitals were nevertheless very uncomfortable from the aftermath of the pain. Apparently the man hadn't even noticed she was a virgin, she realized with some satisfaction. She was glad to have him remain ignorant of it, knowing he would have gloated and made a big thing of the fact.
What a clod! she thought to herself. He rammed his cock right through my cherry and he doesn't even know it!
But the breaking of the hymen had other effects. It fooled the pair into believing she had been having her period.
"Ha ha," chortled the tall one who still held her. "She's sure bleeding all right. Look what her monthlies did to your cock – it's red all over. No wonder Joe didn't want to fuck her pussy."
"Fuck it," growled the redhead, "it'll come off with a little soap and water. Joe was a fuckin' idiot not to lay the meat to her himself when he had the chance."
The tall man rolled her all the way onto her stomach and spread her legs with his hands. At least he started to – as soon as she felt the legs with his hands. At least he started to – as soon as she felt the touch of his fingers on her backside, she opened her thighs of her own accord. Tired as she was, the tender circle of her anus still longed to be penetrated even after she had been raped in front. When his heavy weight fell on the backs of her thighs, she swooned and raised her buttocks upward in spite of her condition. It was certainly no fun being raped, but at least she was going to have something good come from it, she was glad to discover. She had begun to think the tall man was lying and that he was going to follow his friend into her front, after all. What a relief to feel him mounting her backside, as he had claimed he was going to do!
"That's the way, sweety," he said, lowering his hard shaft toward the beckoning little orifice between her cheeks, "open up and let daddy give you something big and stiff in there!"
He was a little surprised at her cooperation, but he was much too excited to care why. He didn't try to make her grow gradually passionate by caressing her buttocks before entering. He drove straight into her and split the tight cheeks of her firm little bottom with one tremendous thrust.
"Ungh!" he grunted, lunging forward against her back as he completed the hearty stroke. "Take this up your crack, sweetheart!"
Maisie was shaken to the roots of her being. It felt like a rolling pin had been shoved up her ass. She was driven into the floor by the force, and her breasts were mashed flat against her rib cage. Her lips touched the hard floor and she got feed dust in her mouth. Any girl who wasn't used to anal sex would have been hurt as well as humiliated. But not Maisie!
"Oh my God!" she groaned. "Don't stop now. I want…" she was gasping for air, "I want as much of that thing as you'll give!"
But the tall man had already pulled his organ all the way out and crammed it back inside before she finished the words. He grabbed her by the back of the neck with one hand and reached for one of her buttock cheeks with the other. The tension of his vice grip made cold chills run down the girl's spine and sparked new life in her loins even before he'd re-entered her anus. She rubbed herself against him with shameless, animal energy that caused the redheaded man to look on with unbelieving eyes.
"You really got a live one under you, pal," said the redhead to his friend. "The bitch is going bananas – look at her jam that ass of hers up and down, will you!"
"Look, hell," shot back the tall man, his face red and beefy with sweat, "I'm feeling what she's doing, you dumb fucker!"
He rasped down at the girl, "You gettin' what you need from my old cock, ain't you, baby? You really gettin' your ass greased now, ain't you!"
"You know I am," she moaned. Her black hair was flying around her face like a windstorm. "Oh, you know I'm gettin' it from your sweet hot prick!"
The redhead felt a bit jealous of the effect his friend was having with the girl.
"Enjoy it all you can, brother," he said. "You ought to be glad I got her so damned warmed up for you. If we had it to do over again I'd let you go first, you bastard, and then I'd get the kind of hot shit she's putting out now!"
Maisie's mind was locked in on one thing. It was as though her anus was directly connected to her brain by a highline wire, and nothing else mattered.
"Do it over again!" she moronically screamed, picking up on a few words of what the redhead had said. "Yeah man, that's it. Do it over again. Do it again!"
She was so far gone she had no idea what he had actually said. She just extracted what sounded good to her fevered ears and ran it back through her mouth.
The tall man was gritting his teeth and his breath was coming in heavy gusts. He kneaded her cheek like firm dough and powered his penis into her faster and faster. Maisie's eyes rolled back in her head and she felt, to her great joy, that she was about to hit her peak. She shook her head wildly from side to side and yelled.
"Shoot me with it, lover. Cram my ass with it, I can take it all from you!"
He needed little encouragement. He couldn't have lasted another minute and a half if his life depended on it. He ground his swollen instrument into her backside one last time and spewed out heavy wads of white, creamy sperm.
Maisie felt it hit her insides and jerked her rump like a grasshopper. A searing flow of heat shook her entire rectum. She whimpered like a baby, let out a high yelp, and arched her back in the clutch of a frantic climax.
The tall man lay on her even after he had expended himself, but his ease didn't last long. His friend, now clothed, ran to him and jerked him off the girl's back.
"Come on buddy," he cried, "we better get the hell out of here. This damn broad made so much racket somebody's liable to come running in on us."
The tall man got up and started getting into his pants and trying to button his shirt at the same time. The redhead was dragging him along sideways and cursing him for dawdling.
"Come on, damn it!" he urged. "To hell with your fuckin' clothes, let's go! That broad's mouth is so loud somebody's gonna think we raped her or something!"
Maisie heard them run down the alley, the redhead still cursing and the tall man still stumbling over his pants. She hadn't realized how much noise she was making. Maybe they were right. If so, she would hate for anyone to come and find her this way.
She scurried up from the warehouse floor and frantically began trying to make herself look halfway presentable. It was an impossible task. Her clothes weren't torn but they were terribly wrinkled, dusty, and disarranged. The numerous wet spots on her dress, in both the front and back, did little to add to her appearance. She was sore, true, but not so much as to worry her. She felt so relieved over finally getting rid of the pair – and over the release she'd enjoyed from her anal activity – that she looked much worse than she was. She headed down the alley toward her car. But evidently the noises she'd made had been too loud. Before she got half a block, a couple of winos tottered over to her.
"Hey, lil mish," one slurred, "whash the matter here? You okay? Me and my partner heard…"
He was interrupted by his companion, whose hiccups and red eyes made it clear he was equally under the weather.
"Want us to call the copsh?" he asked. "Thish ain't any plash for a young lady to be thish time of night."
At first they scared her, but she soon saw they were both as drunk as sin and could barely stand up. She wondered how they had even gotten as far as they had.
"No," she replied, "I'm okay. It was just… just some thief trying to snatch my purse. When I yelled, he ran off. Thanks, fellows, for your concern."
And she dashed on down the alley toward her car.
Behind her, the winos stood swaying on their feet and holding each other up for support. They watched her walk away into the darkness, then one turned to the other.
"You think thash really what was happenin' down here?" he asked. "Somebody trying to snatch her purse?"
The other man looked at him cynically. "Well, from the way she looked, the guy must have been trying to yank it out through her pussy. She sure was all messed up."
"She sure was," agreed the first, as tobacco juice ran down the front of his torn shirt and the wind blew the chewed cuffs of his ancient trousers.
Maisie made her way to the car without being seen and headed for home. It made her much better as soon as she was away from the waterfront district. As she drove she thought about what had happened to her. She admitted to herself that she had been foolhardy to go there alone, and she deeply resented the fact that she had lost her virginity. There had been plenty of guys she might have given it to before if she had known she was going to lose it by being raped!
Yet her recollection of the scene in the warehouse was with mixed feelings. Joe had been bad enough, making her mouth him off and then leaving her hot and unsatisfied. But the other two were worse. They had actually held her down and forced her to allow their dirty hands on her naked body. The first, of course, had been terrible. Her tender vagina still smarted a little from the pain. She put her hand between her thighs as she sped through the streets, rubbing the sensitive area as she drove. Yet she had to admit that the second man had given her a rousing orgasm in spite of the fact that it was under duress. Was it possible she had enjoyed it more because of the force involved, she wondered? She had heard of girls like that. But no, she smiled, it was strictly because of the way he did it that had satisfied her so much. She could just never pass up a chance to have herself penetrated in the rear, that was all. And in retrospect, maybe the frontal activity hadn't been so bad, either. Just so he hadn't made her pregnant, she hoped with alarm!
As soon as she was home she took a long shower and douched herself. First she simply used a normal preparation that she kept in her medicine cabinet, but the more the fear of pregnancy preyed on her mind, the more she worried about it. She dashed to the refrigerator and yanked a Coke out. She'd heard in high school…
She lay on her back and upended the bottle into her vulva. The bubbles tickled and seemed to irritate the lining of her vagina somewhat, but the added feeling of security it gave her more than made up for any discomfort. She washed the remainder of the liquid from her thighs, toweled her fragrant organs dry, and went to sleep.
It was several days before she accepted a date from anyone. She wanted to make sure her genitals were back to normal. She took a mirror so she could see better and examined the depths of her vagina under a strong light.
It was hours before her date and she had plenty of time. She stripped off her panties and sat down on a throw rug in her bedroom. With the aid of the hand mirror she could see the moist, red inner depths of her organs very clearly. What she saw bothered her.
She dialed Kitty. She had already told her about the night at the Anchor Inn and the warehouse, so she got right to the point.
"Did you… did you have a kind of raggedy look to the inside of your pussy when you lost your cherry?" she asked.
At first her girl friend laughed and said it had been so long since she lost that she couldn't remember what it looked like. Then she got serious and said, "That's just the edges of what's left. Your cherry isn't like a neat little stopper, you know. It's going to be sort of uneven like that until you really get it broken in."
"What do you mean, 'broken in'?" questioned Maisie.
"Well, after you've had a few more cocks ream it out for you, it'll lose the ragged edges and get smooth. It's no big deal. I'm surprised you even bothered to call me about it," replied Kitty.
Maisie bristled. "I'm not sure I ever want another guy inside me again after what Joe and his cronies did to me. At least not up my pussy. I should have listened to mom. She had the right idea even if it was for the wrong reasons. I know now that I missed getting pregnant from it, but it was rough and ugly having my cherry split like that anyway. I'm sticking to my old favorite… believe me, Kitty, the sweetest fuck a girl can get is right up the asshole."
Her girl friend was silent on the other end of the line for a time. If Maisie had been talking to anyone else she would have thought maybe they were shocked by what she said. But Kitty had known her long enough to be fully aware of her secret passion. Why the pause?
Finally she answered.
"I can dig what you say about not having a guy fuck you again. They can all be pretty rough clods with a girl. I know you've always been crazy to have it up the ass, but there are other ways too, you know… ways that leave guys entirely out of it."
"Huh?" asked Maisie. "What do you mean? If there's no guy involved how would you…" She stopped herself and then giggled. "Oh, now I know what you mean. You mean by doing a little finger work on yourself, huh? Well well, Miss Naughty, so you play with yourself too, do you? We've never talked about stuff like that before, but since you've mentioned it first I'll tell you that it's no big secret. I already do that sometimes, Kitty."
"No," answered the girl, surprising Maisie, "that's not what I mean, either. I'm not afraid to admit I masturbate myself sometimes when I get real horny, just like you said you do. But what I'm talking about is farther out than that, Maisie. Remember, until I called you last week, we hadn't been in touch for quite a while. I've changed quite a bit during that time, too."
An idea flashed through Maisie's head.
"Hey, you don't mean… you don't mean you go in for the lezzie bit now, do you?" she asked incredulously.
Kitty's voice was mysterious but warm.
"Let's just say it's something not to be discussed over the phone, Maisie. If you're really interested to know what I'm talking about, I'd much rather talk about it in person. Make it some night when you don't have men on your mind as much as you do right now. If there ever are any nights like that! I have to run now. Bye."
When Maisie hung up the phone she was puzzled, but still very interested in what Kitty had been saying. Could it be that…? Well, she'd think about that some other time. Right now other things were on her mind. She went to the bathroom and looked through her medicine chest for a certain item that had been in the back of her mind ever since the night she was raped – her enema kit. She gave herself enemas from time to time, but ever since that night she had somehow felt especially dirty. It was as though the humiliation of being raped had affected her mind. She knew she was clean down there, yet somehow it seemed more and more important to douche and give herself enemas. She was smart enough to know the feeling was probably just a psychological hangover from being assaulted by the men, but that didn't make the physical desire any less. Warm water wasn't enough anymore, she decided. She would go down to the drug store and pick up a special enema preparation.
She threw on her clothes and walked down the hall.
She noticed the new janitor sweeping a stairwell on her way out. She knew the man was looking right up her skirt as she walked down. He was in a perfect position to see a lot too. But it always gave Maisie a charge to have a guy try to see up her skirt or down her blouse regardless of whether anything else followed. And the guy was kind of cute, after all. She smiled to herself and pretended not to see him standing below her. She thought of the black lace panties she happened to be wearing underneath. It would probably get him all hot and agitated to see all the way up her thighs without being able to do anything about it, but that wasn't her problem.
As she passed him on her way down the hall she spoke to him, taking care to be friendly without being seductive. Even though he was good-looking, she already had a date for later on that night. And the man had always acted pretty shy around her, anyway.
"Hi, Darrell," she called brightly to him as she went out the door of the apartment building.
He was so surprised that she had remembered his name that he was too tongue-tied to even answer. After she was gone he looked out the window at her until she was out of sight. She was right about where the young janitor's eyes had been – he had waited breathlessly to see her when he heard her door open. And all the way down the stairs, he had feasted his eyes hungrily on the tanned, tender flesh of her firm young thighs.
Damn, he thought with frustration, if I could just get under there sometime and get those cute panties off of her, I could really get an eyeful!
He thought longingly of the sensuous curves of her body and wished he could get a date with her. The blood filled his groin and he felt his organ harden. His attention was especially focused on the rounded hillocks of the girl's tightly-pantied buttocks. The picture of her rhythmically swinging rear end haunted him. Even if it weren't for the fact that he was a janitor, he unhappily reflected, he'd never be able to make any time with her. How could a beautiful girl like her want anything to do with a guy like him, who wanted to do such dirty things to a girl. It wasn't that he wanted to hurt her – but the things he craved to do with her would probably make her think he was a lunatic. He slowly began sweeping the hallway, his penis still hard under his pants and his mind on Maisie's jutting rear. Maybe someday, if he ever got up the nerve to approach her…
Maisie was now entering the drug store. Her purchases were usually confined to the front, away from the prescription department. This time that was her destination. She'd noticed the slim, middle-aged druggist back there before but had never had occasion to speak to him. She knew she could find what she wanted on the shelf and was glad of it. It would be awfully embarrassing to ask a male employee of the store about something like enema preparations, even if he was a pharmacist. As she paused in front of the shelves she saw the man look appraisingly over the curves of her body. She smiled to herself, pleased at his attention. She was accustomed to such looks from men, but it never failed to please her when it happened. It was – mentally, at least – a conquest. She knew what thoughts must be running through the man's mind, how he'd surely love to see her naked and how he'd undoubtedly go crazy if he could get his hands on her.
As she reached toward the section of the shelf where the enema preparations were kept, the pharmacist swiveled his head so quickly she couldn't help noticing. She saw out of the corner of her eye that he was now looking at her with great intensity. His face twitched once, his tongue licked across the surface of his upper lip, and he appeared to be very ill at ease. She thought a couple of times that he was going to speak to her but each time he stopped himself.
She mused through the enema products and took one in her hand, reading the directions and contents on the side of the box. The druggist could contain himself no longer. Finally he spoke to her.
"I… I beg your pardon, Miss," he began in a halting voice, "but I'll be glad to help you there if you like. There's so many kinds of… of preparations in that section. Maybe you're having some difficulty deciding which one to buy."
Maisie felt her face flush. Not only had he watched her body, she realized, but what she was looking at on the shelves. It embarrassed her to know he was seeing the kind of product she was shopping for. But before she could answer, he was already out from behind the counter and beside her. And as he passed behind her she felt the definite, if intentionally light, touch of his hand on her posterior.
"Don't mean to intrude," he said, still speaking very nervously. "Just thought you might require some assistance in your selection."
She looked up at him. Not bad, really, for his age. Dark straight hair, a narrow bristle moustache, tall frame with only a minimum of extra padding.
"Well, I guess I can find something," she said. "I was just… just browsing here among the…"
He seized on her opening words and his eyes grew bright. "The enema products, that's what you want, isn't it? Something that'll give you a satisfying – er… a beneficial treatment."
The slip of his tongue convinced her beyond all doubt. This guy had a much bigger interest than just selling the product. She watched the way he stood looking at her, waiting for her response, and found herself becoming attracted to him. Anyone that concerned about enemas just might have strong interest in anal sex. Now he was staring hard into her eyes. She knew he was hoping he hadn't offended her and that he could attain some kind of rapport with her about the subject of enemas. She still wasn't sure exactly what his game was, but she was plenty willing to find out.
She nodded dumbly, returning his eye contact, and let the barest trace of a smile cross her lips.
"Well, yes," she said, almost whispering, "I… I'm looking for something that will give me a good enema."
"Then please let George be of some service to you, won't you? We have a much larger selection than this in the back room," the man told her, gently taking her arm.
She let him steer her to the back room. On the way he let his hand brush her buttocks two or three times. She pretended not to notice but her genitals registered arousal under the silky material of her black lace panties. The back room had walls covered with shelves containing thousands of bottles, a big white sink, and – last but not least, Maisie noted to herself – a small cot. Now that they were alone George became even more shaky than before. She knew he was dying to get his hands on her. And to her delight, it seemed to be her buttocks that he was most desirous of touching.
As George removed several bottles from the shelves he kept up a rapid-fire conversation filled with questions about enemas. At first he maintained a very professional air, claiming that the more he knew about her "medical history" the better he could locate a product especially suited for her. She offered no comment to this line of talk, so he soon became much more bold and personal.
"How often do you give yourself one? Do you… do you make the water nice and warm so it feels real good and gets you nice and clean in there?" he asked.
She gave short, agreeable answers, and then he pushed on. He asked her if her mother gave her enemas when she was a child, if her father ever gave her one, how the first one had felt, if she had ever seen anyone else give themselves one, if she had ever given an enema to anyone else, and finally whether giving herself an enema ever made her feel "good in other places".
She had been answering every question with a shy, hesitant voice. But his last question brought her out of her shell.
"Sure it does, George," she told him. "You seem to know an awfully lot about enemas so I guess I can tell you the truth. That's the main reason I do take them – because of the way it makes me feel, I mean. Keeping myself nice and clean inside is just part of the reason. But listen, you're feeling something pretty nice right now yourself, aren't you? It looks that way from the way your pants are sticking out."
He stopped short, quit looking through the shelves, and faced her. His eyes dark and shining. His voice trembled.
"Oh, God, you know, don't you? You know how hot it gets me to go on like this. Sure I'm feeling something down there. I'm about to come in my pants from talking to you about enemas. I love them, I simply love them. Don't you? For God sakes, girl, pull your dress up and let me give you one. It'll make me the happiest man alive. I lie awake at night thinking of giving a sweet, beautiful girl an enema… a girl like you. I'll die if I don't get to do it!"
She allowed him to gently push her toward the cot. She made small sounds of feeble protest but her heart wasn't in it. She'd never met a man before so excited about the subject, and even though she had never experienced the obvious passion for the practice that he did she was quite willing to experiment. After all, she reminded herself, it did feel kind of good sometimes when she gave herself one. And anything that involved the anus had always excited her. Why not let the guy do his thing with her?
She raised her legs and let him see her panties. His penis was bursting to get out. He grabbed a bottle of amber-colored liquid and swished it several times, gazing intently at her crotch all the while. He emptied the mixture into a black rubber enema device and turned to her. He dropped to his knees and put his hand on her thigh.
"You poor man," she said to him, looking down from her perch on the side of the cot. "You must be just dying to get your pants down and take that hard prick out of there, aren't you? Go ahead, bring it out and let me see it. You've made me awfully hot in my panties with all this talk. It ought to help some if I can get my hands on your cock."
George proudly jerked down his fly and the thick organ plopped into view. "Here it is, you lovely girl," he said, "but you won't need to touch it. Just turn over on the cot and spread your legs. You'll like what I'm going to do to you much better than holding my nasty old cock."