Looking back on it, I was truly lucky to have a sister like Amy, who was far more promiscuous, aggressive, and adventurous than me. She also seemed to have a sixth sense to find girls that would be submissive to her. Carol was in my class. Although she was my age and lived in the neighborhood, I wasn't particularly close to her; however, she worshipped Amy figuratively, and as you shall see, literally.
This will give you readers a little more on how Amy and I (Actually Amy) increased our circle in enema play. Perhaps the best description of Carol would be to borrow a depiction from [color=#222222]Mark Greaney and[/color] refer to her as “The Gray Girl.” Not tall nor short, a little thin but not overly time with reddish-brown hair and freckles. She simply was nondescript. To say she was unattractive would be disingenuous but to say attractive would be also. If Carol had a date in high school, I don’t recall it. I was then and now convinced that she was then and is now a lesbian. She later went to Vassar. She married an older man (Maybe 30 years her senior.) perhaps 10 years after college and. He had children from a previous marriage a few years younger than myself.
One of the aspects, I inherited from overachieving parents is that I am an early riser. On the day in question, I had breakfast, went to the golf course, and practiced for a couple of hours. I returned to the house (probably 10:30 or so) as we, teens, couldn't play until after 3 PM on weekends unless accompanied by adults. Mother was at some meeting and of course, Dad was at work. As I climbed the steps to the second floor, Amy, peeked out of the door to the second-floor bathroom, grinning like a proverbial Chelsie Cat, and motioned for me to come to her. When I looked into the bathroom, I could see another girl on her forearms and knees on the floor with the nozzle firmly in her behind attached to the tubing hanging down from a half-full family syringe. I could see that the muscle vibrator out and she was moving it below her. I really didn't know who it was until Amy said. "Carol, Diane is going to join us." I recognized the voice when Carol responded. "The more the merrier!" Although I wasn't particularly fond of Carol, I did enjoy seeing her in her present state. As I entered, Amy knelt down and took over the use of the vibrator and nozzle. Well, it didn't take long before Carol’s body began gyrating as she climaxed. Once Carol expelled and composed herself with all of us giggling. Amy asked. "Would you like to show Diane how you thank me that good cum?" Carol smiled and replied, "Of course!" The next thing I know. Amy was bent over, bare butt with her one forearm on the toilet and in the other hand the vibrator. Carol knelt behind her and buried into Amy's backside. Let me emphasize the backside. Of course, there was moaning and oohing on the part of both. I couldn't believe my eyes. Amy was working the muscle vibrator on her front and Carol was going after her backside like a cow on a salt lick. After Amy got off from the vibrator, Carol got up with a gigantic smile on her face. You would have thought by the smile that she just got accepted to a prestigious college. Carol was looking at me with lust and I began to feel awkward. Amy broke the ice by asking if I would like a little refresher, myself. I declined but both kept coaxing me. Finally, I gave in and Carol, when to work on my behind and Amy, used the vibrator on my front. I want to put his in perspective. I had hit golf balls for two hours in the Texas sun so I wasn’t fresh as a Summer's Eve. Carol did remark that I tasted salty. I later found out that Amy had seduced Carol long before she gave me the enema and Carol has expressed a desire to play with me.