As it was, we had no telephone. So, moving into this house we were excited to have one. So on Saturday everyone was home when the phone rang, and sister snatched it off the cradle. She caries on a polite little conversation and then calls me to the phone, teasing that i had a girl friend. Me, a little scared of the thing, gingerly says, "Hello?" 😯 😧

I was getting a scolding for scaring her best friend. And i am thinking, "Well, so much for keeping things private." I was contemplating some, Get-Even. But knew i was only putty in their hands.

The following Tuesday, i was called to the telephone again. They wanted me to come over for a talk. The other one, the chubby blond, wanted to see me do what i did to her friend. And for me to show them both together. I wanted to excuse myself with a little explanation over the phone, but sister was still home, and listening intently, with her eaves dropping finely tuned. So i announce i was going over there, the girls had a book they wanted me to read with them, and play school. "Shure!" my sister chimes in. "Why do i even try?" i think to myself.

There is no winning.

I knock on the door. And am greeted by the chubby blond, having an enema hose and knozzle draped over her shoulder and swaying as she bows for me to enter. But where was the smart one? Little did i know, they were both smart. She is coming, was the answer, come help me get things ready. My mind, "They want to enema rape me." Yet hoping for the best, i receive the goodies from her hand, as she wants some show and tell. I ask if we shouldn't wait, till,, and about that time blabber-mouth slips in the back door. They have a neighbor's gate between their yards. How sweet? OK, OK, what is really going on? I am asked to demonstrate, start to finish, how i did what i did last week, especially the scary part. But to start from the very beginning to give the full scope of the incident. Let's pretend you don't know what an enema is, OK? And they hold hands, bending their knees with a little squeal.

First i give the little lecture about the privacy part, that was given to me, because i was feeling a little violated, after all. They calmed down and pretended to be serious, swallowing hard, both of them simultaneously, looking at each other. So i give them the basics of enema hygiene, really drawing it out with cleaning their bag, proper temperatures, flushing out bubbles and all. My favorite steps up into my face and says, Let's fill your Red Bag now, Buster. I step back and with both hands gesturing, There it is. She gives a little frown and a bow, OK then, this is for YOU! I nod for her to proceed fixing it with skill. The innocent one then joins us and grabs me by the hair, saying to sit with her till the red bag is ready. I realize then, these are some naughty girls. I cooperate, and she politely asks to feel it. I tell her to wait, that would spoil the surprise, setting the stage for some real magic for them. Holding up the prepared goodness, for us to behold, i whistle, a wolf whistle and they giggle. They are such a pair. All right first order, i am to show how i braced the nozzle to prevent it from falling loose. I asked that they bring me a pair of cotton panties. They disappear and bring me something with frill around the legs. Immediately, i drop my pants with nothing on underneath and

the mini-monster jumps out! How do you do that?, they sing in unison. I laugh and tell them it is natural, just natural. They don't believe me and together watch it closely. I turn sideways and cause it to bob or throb. "That's nasty" the innocent one declares. No, girls it is just saying, "Come here." NO, was their defensive response. Me, "It does not bite."

Shaking their heads no, they hold up the hose and nozzle, coaxing me back to their necessary lessons. So i ask for the Vaseline, and panties. I step into the panties and they start giggling again. I goop the end of their douche nozzle, rolling it before their eyes, and quickly dab some where the sun don't shine, thread the hose between my knees and turn a little to stuff it dripping up my hole. I pull the panties up real tight and get into my Jeans, taking my shirt off. The bulging red bag is laying on a dining chair beside me. Miss know it all, snatches it up, faces her friend, holds out the clamp and flicks it free. Right away i begin to take in a slow audible deep breath and hold it. Then grabbing my belt, i pull my pants up tighter and cinch the belt. Still standing i open my hand and wave that the rest of the show is theirs, and explain, in case anyone had not understood, just how each step worked, including their panties. They were just standing there, one with the bag in hand, seeming to not realize, it would not continue to run in me without some help from them, but i was not going to tell them any more. So after watching at me, "getting filled" it became obvious, nothing was happening. Don't you feel it? I just shrug my shoulders. They sort of go into a huddle, whispering. OK, my girl gives the bulging bag to her friend and has her hug me firmly with it between us. To her, it seemed nothing happened. I did not make any commotion over the water I got from her efforts. So, I suggested we sterilize the nozzle and let her try it up her hiney and give us a student report.