My neighbors, Lou and Marsha, were on a three week summer cruise and their daughter, Beth, was home alone from her first year of college. She's a striking young girl of nineteen with a great body and long dark brown hair. Like a lot of girl's her age, she likes to present her figure in the most flattering way possible which often means wearing a tank top with no bra and very short shorts. Actually, she's a very well mannered girl and intelligent girl who has never been a problem for her parents.

Beth was taken by surprise when her brother called and asked if his eighteen year old daughter Carla could spend a few days while he and his wife attended a conference. They wanted to make it a brief vacation and Beth agreed. My wife was visiting her sister in Montana and I had agreed to sort of watch over things.

I invited the girls over for a cookout the day after Carla arrived. It was an easy way to meet her and let her know there was an adult present in case one was needed. Carla was a nice and very outgoing. We did some burgers with corn on the cob and then watched a rented tape of the The Lion King. About ten o'clock the girls went home after both thanking me for a fun afternoon and evening. Late the next morning Beth called, telling me that Carla was sick and could I come over.

"I don't know what's wrong," Beth said when he opened the door. "Carla said she didn't feel good this morning. Something about a bad tummy ache."

Carla was laying on the bed in her pajamas when I entered her room and clearly didn't feel good. "What's the matter?" I asked. "I've got a tummy ache."

I asked her some questions and learned she hadn't used the toilet in three days. The young lady was clearly constipated. Beth and I went back into the living room to discuss the matter.

"She's constipated," I said. "Probably from the trip, different water and things like that. Try getting her to take a mild laxative and drink lots of water. She'll be okay."

It was late afternoon when Beth called again to say nothing had happened. "You'd probably better have her do an enema," I said after some thought. " You can pick up a fleet and she is old enough to take care of it herself.

Beth thanked me and hung up. Fifteen minutes later she called again. Carla didn't want to do the enema and could I come over and help. I wasn't really up to a struggle with an eighteen year old who obviously didn't feel good but finally agreed to help.

The Fleet was sitting on the bathroom counter.

"You need to do this Carla," I said in my most assuring voice.

"It may not seem like fun now but you'll feel better when we're through and your tummy won't hurt anymore."

Carla wasn't convinced. "I've had a Fleet before and it burned the whole time. I'm not doing it."

"It won't hurt you," Beth added, trying to help convince Carla to cooperate. She added she also had a bag and she could use that if she wanted to.

Carla looked Beth straight in the eye. "If it doesn't hurt then you do it first so I can see." Beth blushed a little but Carla was insistent. "If he gives you an enema and it doesn't hurt then he can do it to me."

Back in the living room for another conference, Beth was beet red with embarrassment. "I'm not going to get an enema just so she can.

That's stupid."

"Maybe so," I countered, "but if she won't cooperate you have to take her to the emergency room. And I'm sure not going to hold her down. It's up to you."

Beth hung her head while she pondered. "Jeez this is so humiliating but it's better than going to the hospital I guess." She looked up at me and managed a weak smile. "What should I do?"

"Just take off your shoes and socks. Try to get Carla to relax and I'll call you when I'm ready. You relax too."

I filled the bag with two quarts of soapy warm water. When all was ready I called the girls to the bathroom. With Carla intently watching, Beth turned her back to me and dropped her shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. I could feel her body tremble when I slipped my fingers under the elastic of her panties and pulled them over her buttocks and down to her knees. Even though I tried to be business like, I couldn't help but marvel at her. Clearly, she exercised a lot. Her legs were firm and tanned and she had the cutest ass I'd seen in years. No droop, just perfect shape. I could feel a lump rising in my pants and wondered if any man had ever pulled her panties down before.

With a little help, Beth was soon laying over my lap with one leg on the floor while I sat on the toilet seat. I felt her tense up when I rested my hand on one of the beautiful ass cheeks and told her to relax that I was going to touch her and put some Vaseline on "her bottom". Her skin was so soft and warm it was hard to concentrate but I spread her cheeks. Her little brown eye seemed to wink at me. Gently I spread a dollop of Vaseline on her hole and began to massage in circles. Beth turned her face away and I could feel her body quivering under me. I took my time and bit by bit her sphincter relaxed. With a little twist I pushed my finger into the warm softness.

"Uhhhh." It was a stifled moan as she felt me penetrate her.

"Did that hurt?" Carla quickly asked."

Beth shook her head and mumbled no. Her anal sphincter was clutching at my finger in spasms and I mentally noted how tight it was.

For a minute or so I stroked and twisted my finger, burying it deeper into her lovely ass and thoroughly spreading the Vaseline in her canal.

I hoped Beth wasn't aware of the stiff pole that had to be pushing on her belly. Whether she felt it or not, she relaxed and made little murmuring sounds and her hips seemed to gyrate in time with my finger.

"Okay," I said softly as I took my finger out of her ass. "I think you're ready."

The standard enema tip slipped in easily and I held it in place with one hand resting on one of her lovely cheeks. "Just relax and take deep breaths." I think my hand was shaking when I opened the clamp. When the warm soapy water surged into her rectum, Beth jerked and gave a muffled moan. I moaned to myself. The partial view of this beautiful teenager's slit was driving me crazy.

"Does it hurt?" Carla asked. "Can you feel it?"

Beth shook her head. "No, it doesn't hurt at all. I can feel it going in. It just feels warm inside me."

She was being a real trooper, taking an enema just to show it didn't hurt. About half the bag was in and I could hear it gurgle in her intestines. She started wiggling her butt under my hand and making mewling noises. If I didn't know better I would have thought she was enjoying the sensation.

"I'm getting full," she stammered.

I clamped the hose and rubbed her back. "It's just a cramp. Take some really deep breaths and flex your stomach muscles. You're doing just fine and only a little more to go."

Beth was panting and squirming on my lap as the enema resumed. There was no way she couldn't feel my stiff dick that poked at her as she ground her pelvis against me. There was something about the way she mewled and softly moaned that attracted my attention. She had nearly taken the entire bag but couldn't finish it. I felt her body shudder and then stiffen as a plaintive little gasp escaped her lips.

"Ohhhhh...you'd better stop. I can't take any more," she groaned.

I clamped the hose and pulled the tip out. There was definite urgency as she got off my lap, holding a hand modestly over her crotch. I escorted Carla out of the room to let Beth evacuate in private. As I closed the door behind us, I heard a forceful burst exit her body. Carla lay down on her bed and I went back to the living room. It wasn't until I sat down that I noticed a rather large wet spot on my trouser leg. Beth hadn't leaked any of her enema and there was the unmistakable scent of a woman. Whatever she felt before hand, anal stimulation and the enema had aroused her more than a little.

"It didn't hurt did it? Are you okay?" Eighteen year old Carla was full of questions.

"No, silly. It didn't hurt at all and I really feel a lot better now. You'll feel good when you're through too."

Carla seemed to be reassured and nodded her head when I asked if she was ready for her enema. I rinsed the bag and put in a quart of warm water with just a trace of soap. She probably wouldn't be able to take two quarts but it was ready just the same. She was already very modest and tried to cover herself when she stepped out of her pajama bottoms and quickly lay over my lap as Beth had done.

There were lots of "uuuhhhs" and "ahhhs" and "uughhhs" but the young lady managed to accept nearly two quarts before she started wailing that an accident was about to happen. Clutching her belly, Carla just got on the toilet when the enema started coming out. First there was trickle, then an embarrassed moan and then a gusher that was punctuated by a rapid series of solids that splashed into the water. I really felt sorry for her. It came so fast I didn't have time to get out of the bathroom. Beth stayed with her and helped clean her up.

Carla was wearing a bathrobe and laying on her bed when I came in. "How do you feel?" I asked.

"Better. My stomach still hurts a little," she said weakly.

"The tummy ache will go away quickly," I told her. "Just lay still a while and then we'll do it again. When we're finished you'll be good as new."

While Carla rested Beth and I went back to the living room. She had put her shorts back on and sat next to me on the sofa. "That really seemed to do the trick," she said. Then in a hushed tone as if she didn't want anyone else to hear, "The enema I mean. She unloaded a lot of shit. When will you give her the other one?"

I was a bit taken by her use of the word "shit" but I let it pass because my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't get the image of her firm hard body with that gorgeous bare ass laying over my lap, grinding against my aching prick.

"It usually works pretty well," I finally managed to mumble.

"We need to rinse the soap out pretty soon and she should be just fine then. Carla will be tired and probably sleep. How do you feel?"

Actually, I knew damn well how she felt: soft yet firm, the way girls her age always felt when I thought about it. It was, after all, only ten or eleven years ago that I was her age. I could feel the strain building in my trousers again and shifted my position.

"I'm okay," she said. "Kind of hot here."

She put her hand on her belly. I knew it was the soap starting to irritate her intestines. Beth looked at the wet spot on my leg and blushed.

"I guess I did that. I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Mom gave me one once...an enema I mean. I had the measles. I hated it but this was different. God, but it was so embarrassing having you see me like that."

She covered her face with her hands. She shuddered, then mumbled,

"Please don't tell anyone."

I wondered if she really thought Carla wouldn't say something. I put my hand on her shoulder and promised I wouldn't. For a few minutes we were silent.

"We'd better take care of Carla," I managed to say. "I'll get it ready."

Carla's second enema went smoothly. I added some baking soda to a quart of warm water to get her electrolytes balanced and as I hung the bag the girls came into the bathroom. Carla did her best with an embarrassed little smile, took off her robe and pulled her bikini panties down, then lay over my lap. There was only token resistance when I spread her buns and eased the tip in.

"Ready?" I asked.

Carla nodded and I opened the clamp. Again she could only hold less than the 2 quarts but it was enough and we both told her she had done very well. When I pulled the tip out and stood her up I knew she really had to go and sort of danced from one foot to the other until I could excuse myself.

"How'd she do?" I asked Beth a while later.

"Great. She got rid of some more shit.

I tucked her in bed and she fell asleep right away. She'll be okay now."

Beth thanked me for helping and I got ready to leave. Truthfully, I wanted to get away from her because I couldn't get the picture of her out of my mind.

"Wait a minute," she said. "You can't leave now. I need to be rinsed out too, don't I?"

"Do you want me to do it?" astounded that she'd even suggest it after being so embarrassed before.

Again she blushed. "Yes, if you will. I'm not sure I can."

My mind was reeling and my resolve to be a good neighbor was fading fast. This was becoming dangerous ground but I finally agreed if she was sure she wanted me to administer the enema for her.

"I'd rather you did it. I'm not going to tell Carla though."

I nodded my head in agreement.

"We can use the other bathroom near my room and not wake Carla."

I sensed a nervous excitement in her voice that beckoned me on in spite of my better judgement. Beth gathered up the equipment and we walked toward the other end of the house. Just the thoughts that I'd have another long look at her naked ass was making it difficult to stand without showing the tent in my trousers. I started rinsing out the bag when Beth asked if I wanted her over my lap like the first time.

"No," I said. "The soap has migrated pretty far by now. A different position would be better I think."

I remembered she had a big poster bed in her room and a very dangerous thought came to mind. The question was should I risk it? Before I realized it I went over the line.

"You'll have to be laying down, Beth. The solution needs to go in slowly and you must hold it. We'll use your bedroom if that's okay with you and you'll be more comfortable."

She nodded her head and said that was okay. Now the plunge.

"You can't have anything tight on you. While get it ready, I want you to get completely undressed and put your robe on."

She started to hesitate but nodded her head.

"Okay. If that's the best way."

I finished rinsing the bag, put in some baking soda and filled it with warm water. After a brief search I found a douche nozzle and attached it. Gathering up some towels I went to her room. Beth was sitting on her bed wearing a short bath robe. A hook was tied to one of the posters and I spread out some towels.

"How do you want me?" she asked.

I had several good answers but just told her lay on her tummy. Beth lay on the towels and mumbled something about being comfortable. I asked her to raise her hips and pulled the robe up exposing that beautiful ass of hers again. God, what a sight. I spread some body lotion on my hand from a bottle I had taken from her bathroom and started giving her a back rub. With the robe tied at her waist I couldn't get very far up her back. Beth sensed the problem, propped herself on an elbow and untied the belt. Now I had access nearly from her shoulders down with my hands under the robe.

"Hmmmmm. That feels sooo goooood," she purred.

The massage continued, gradually working down to the small of her back and I could feel her becoming very relaxed. There was a little shiver when I spread lotion on those lovely ass cheeks but no resistance, only soft purring. Her cheeks tightened momentarily when my hands began slowly slipping between them and then opening then just enough to see her ass hole. We both knew what was going to happen. When my finger touched the crinkled opening it puckered as if to defend against an intrusion. Beth gasp softly, the made a moaning sound when my finger slipped in. Her hips flexed and then relaxed to let me gently spread the lotion. If I wasn't mistaken, I smelled the musky odor of sex but my raging hard on was blocking any rational thoughts. "My God, she beautiful," I thought, "and I've got my finger buried deep in her ass hole." Finally I took my finger out and tried to catch my breath.

I helped Beth roll onto her left side with her back to me and drew her knees up. My hand was shaking as I took the nozzle in one hand and parted those lovely buns with the other. This was the best view I'd had so far. The lower portion of her slit was well exposed as was the tiny opening of her pussy. Her outer lips were very puffy and her slit glistened with her juices. There was no mistake - Beth was aroused by the anal play and, perhaps, being given an enema which was for her a new experience. At least getting one this way. When the nozzle tip touched the target, her body jerked momentarily and her sphincter clenched tight. "Relax," I whispered. Slowly her muscle relaxed and the douche nozzle slipped in.

"OOoooooo," she murmurred. "I can feel it...not like before. It feels bigger."

"I'm using a douche nozzle. It does a better job with the solution coming out the sides. Are you ready?"

Beth nodded her head and I opened the clamp. When the warm water surged into her empty rectum she jumped and made a little moaning sound. "Ahhhhhh. It feels so warm." She adjusted her position slightly and began to fill. I had a terrible problem. This started out as being a good neighbor and friend who was only helping little Carla. Somehow I wound up seeing my friend's daughter virtually naked and giving her an enema. The worst part was I wanted to plunge my cock in her teenage pussy. My father always told me not to make any serious decisions until the swelling went down. Try as hard as I could, the swelling in my trousers wasn't going down. I had stepped over the line and knew it but now I through caution to the winds. The bag was just above her hips so the enema was going in very slowly. Beth had taken less than a quart when I clamped the hose.

"I need to rub you belly to work the water all the way in," I mumbled. My voice was quavering but I couldn't help it.

"Will you roll over on your back?"

She didn't say a word but rolled over while I held the nozzle in from under her legs. Her robe had fallen open to the point where I could see the rise of her tits, the nipples still covered. Even with her thighs pressed tight, I could see the thatch of dark brown hair that covered her pubis and disappeared between her legs. It suddenly struck me how utterly unfair it was that such beautiful firm bodies like that should be wasted on girls her age. Beth had turned her face away from me when she rolled over and now put her hands over her chest to protect her modesty. That in itself was an irony. The enema resumed. I started a gentle massage on her belly and told her to take deep breaths. As my massage worked lower, Beth was making little mewling sounds almost like a cat purring. Her hands slipped under the robe and I could see her cupping her tits and gently squeezing them. With my other hand I started stroking the nozzle in and out. Beth's hips were undulating in time with my massage. With her up and down and side to side movement she was stroking herself with the douche nozzle. My massage went still lower until at the low point I was brushing her pubic hair. She made a muffled groan, like maybe she was cramping, and I stopped the enema. Her eyes were closed but slowly she turned her face to me and dropped her hands to her side, pulling open the robe. I hadn't seen tits like that in I don't know how long. Even on her back there was no sag or flattening. They weren't particularly large, just perfect size. The areola were cone shaped and dark pink, like mountain peaks, and topped with smallish nipples that pointed proudly upward. Her chest heaved with every panting breath. I wanted to say something flattering or perhaps tell her that she'd taken less than half the enema but I was speechless. The only sounds were her breathing punctuated by soft little moaning sounds and the rustle of the bedclothes caused by the motion of her hips.

Little things come to mind at the strangest time. Body lotion doesn't make a good long term lubricant but the nozzle was still moving easily in and out of Beth's ass. It was only then I realized how wet my hand was. Her juices were flowing over the nozzle shaft and wetting my hand while I held it. She took a deep ragged breath and slowly opened her eyes but didn't stop twisting on the nozzle no did I stop the massage. Briefly we looked at each other in silence.

"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked.

It wasn't as if she was impatient and wanted me to hurry. It was because she really didn't know what I was going to do.

I nodded my head and whispered, "I want to very much." "I've never done it before. Will it hurt? Everyone says it will the first time."

Was she telling the truth that she was indeed a virgin? Was it an acceptance or was I about to get into serious legal rouble? Frankly I was beyond caring.

"You'll be alright, Beth. We will if you want to."

Slowly her legs parted giving me an unobstructed view of a truly beautiful girl. I put one her hands on the nozzle to hold it in while I dropped my trousers. My hands were shaking but I finally managed to get my shorts down over my now painfully erect cock. Pre cum was dribbling out and I knew I couldn't delay an explosive eruption much longer. I lowered myself between those lovely legs letting my hands drift up her body until I cupped her warm and soft yet incredibly firm tits. Her nipples were hard like small marbles when I gently rolled them between my fingers. Beth made a soft whimpering sound and closed her eyes again. When she felt my body easing down on her she spread her legs wider and a slight tremor shook her. The first contact of my swollen cock on her slit was like a jolt of lightening. Her hips jerked a little and she pressed down onto the bed when I pushed lightly on the entrance to her virginity. Another little push and I started in. God but she was wet. I felt a little resistance and stopped. Beth was panting hard and squirming a little.

"Take a deep breath then push up," I whispered. "We'll do it together."

It was more like a staccato gasp, then I felt her hips pushing up a little. She was so tight but a second later I could feel her body opening.

"Oooowwww!" Her body jerked and stiffened for a moment.

"Does it hurt you?"

"It did a little at first."

I pushed in deeper and then started slowly stroking her, each time penetrating farther into her virgin body. It felt like I was being squeezed by a tight, warm, wet glove. Then I lost control and thrust hard into her. I felt the head of my cock ram into the back of cunt.

"Oh my God!" she wailed.

Her legs flew up and her feet started kicking in the air. She twisted and squirmed, pinioned to the bed by the first cock to feel the warmth of her young body. We began humping at each other, our bodies banging together in a frenzy. Beth's eyes were wide open and her mouth was agape. With one arm she clung to me while trying to hold the douche nozzle in her ass with the other. I reached under her thrashing ass and opened the clamp. Her thighs gripped me as the warm water started flowing again. Beth moaned several more times, then seemed to be gasping for breath while I pounded into her. I couldn't hold out any longer even though I wanted to make it last forever. With a hard thrust I rammed into her as far as I could and held on while my balls unloaded a torrent of hot sperm and semen against her cervix. Her eyes were wide as saucers and her whole body shuddered.

For an instant she went completely still. Then, from the depths of her soul came a wailing cry. She shuddered again, pushed up hard against me, and became suddenly rigid. I could feel the vibration of the enema that was still flowing into her. The muscles of her tight pussy squeezed me like a vise while she came hard. Then it was over. I wanted to savor the delightful after glow of our orgasms but it suddenly occurred to me that she might expel the enema all over the bed. Beth had virtually collapsed and I was laying on top of her, my cock just starting to slip away from the warm embrace of her late virginity. I managed to locate the clamp and stopped the enema but left the nozzle in place. The bag was just over half empty. It seemed like an eternity but only a few seconds that we lay there, both of us panting. As my cock fell free I could still feel the spasms her vagina made as if it was trying to hold me. I rolled off that wonderful body that had given me such pleasure and pulled the nozzle out. A stream of semen, lightly streaked with blood, oozed from her pussy and pooled on the towels. Indeed, Beth had been a virgin.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly.

Beth nodded her head and managed a faint smile. "I felt it when you came," she whispered. "It was hot...deep inside me. You made me cum harder than ever before."

"Do you need to use the toilet?"

"I'd better go pretty soon."

I helped her up and steadied her while we went to the bathroom away from where Carla slept. The giggle of her tits as she walked was enough to race my engine and by the time she sat on the toilet my dick was sticking straight out again. I think it was the first time she actually saw it.

Beth started cramping and clutched at her belly. I held her and told her to just relax. She put her arms around my neck and softly kissed me.

"Ohhhhh" she groaned. "I can't hold it any longer."

There were two or three little squirts and then she opened. The rest of her enema gushed out in a forceful stream while I flushed the toilet.

"That felt really good," she murmured. "I felt just awful when Carla said I had to take one first and I knew you'd see me like that. I remember not liking it when mom gave me one a long time ago but when you did it...well, it felt sort of nice. Made me shiver all over. And I like the feeling when it come out too."

I started to say something like I hoped she didn't regret what happened but she looked up at me and smiled.

"What we did... I was scared at first but I really wanted you to do it."

Beth cleaned herself and stood up. The semen on her legs was turning a chalky white. I handed her a washcloth and watched while she wiped away the residue of our passion. Still naked, we folded up the towels but I couldn't take my eyes off her. I wanted to put her back on the bed and feel every inch of her body, suck her nipples until she screamed, eat her delightful little pussy and then fuck her brains out. It wasn't going to happen and I knew it.

Late that evening Beth called. Carla was happy as a clam and felt just fine. I said I was glad she was doing well. There was a long pause before Beth spoke again.

"I just wanted to thank you...for everything. And don't worry," she added, "It was a safe time for me." She threw me a kiss over the phone and we hung up.