We got a shock when we finally went up to the flat - if anything it was colder than the rest of the house. I hurried to turn up the heating and discovered that there was no sign of warmth at all from the convectors. Shivering, we both donned extra clothes and I called the village shop - they knew everybody in the area.

"Hi - it's Steve. We need somebody to fix the gas supply - it's freezing."

"Fix it? What's wrong?"

"I don't know. There just isn't any."

"When did you last get it filled."

"Filled? I don't know what you mean."

I heard a sigh. The sort of noise an adult makes when a child does something really stupid.

"Your gas comes out of a tank. You're supposed to check its weight - there's a dial on the side."

"Oh."

"You didn't know?"

"No."

There was a long silence.

"I'll call the supplier for you, but I don't think he'll be able to get along that track while this snow lasts. Have you got any other means of heating?"

"We've got an electric kettle."

"That will have to do. Wear plenty of clothes, keep moving and drink hot liquids. You'll be fine - call if there's a problem. I'll get you the gas as soon as I can."

Simon and I made some coffee and sipped it as our fingers slowly became numb. Then he looked at me.

"That enema thing - can you use it as a hot water bottle?"

"No - it's got no stopper."

"Shit. Let's go to bed."

It was still freezing cold, even with a couple of layers of clothing.

"Are there any more blankets?"

"No."

"You mind if we share?"

That was much better. We shared the blankets and drew warmth from each other. I fell asleep with my back towards Simon, warm and cozy al last.

At first I thought it was a dream. Something was moving near my belly. I heard a whisper in my ear.

"Steve? Are you awake?"

I remained silent and kept on breathing slowly and regularly. The motion continued and I suddenly felt warm flesh against my skin - Simon's fingers had worked themselves round and he had slowly undone the front of my pants.

Somehow I kept my body limp and relaxed. His fingers gently slid over the front of my underpants and then worked their way in through the opening and rested gently on my dick. I heard his breathing speed up and felt a regular movement of his body - he was wanking himself with his other hand! I could not control my slow erection as his fingers encircled me and moved

the skin of my penis up and down while his own hand speeded up.

I felt a tautness in my balls and I bit my lip to prevent myself crying out. The vibration of his body transferred itself to the hand that was investigating me - as he suddenly went into a suppressed orgasm, my own dick erupted and I felt the warm, sticky fluid of my own semen spreading around my underwear.

"Steve?"

I stayed silent and heard him breathe out in relief. His fingers rearranged my clothing and then withdrew as I happily slipped back to sleep.

I woke before him in the morning, my ears stinging with the cold of the room. I gingerly detached my underpants from my matted pubic hair - somehow I had to find a way to accept what had happened. Simon stirred and woke and the solution popped into my head.

"Hi."

"Hi. It's bloody cold."

"Did you notice anything last night, Simon?"

I felt him go tense.

"Like what?"

"It's a bit embarrassing - I had a wet dream. I'm glued to my underpants over here."

The tension went out of his body.

"You did? Hell - that's nothing. You don't need to be embarrassed."

"Thanks. I'm glad you don't mind."

"No problem. Have them as often as you like."

There was no gas that day - just hard work to keep warm and instant potato made with hot water to eat. I managed to wash my prick and balls free of most of the stuff that was gumming them up, but there was no way either of us could take a shower or bath.

We went straight to bed after eating - it smelled somewhat like the lair of some feral animal - and I feigned sleep and waited for those gentle fingers. I was awakened from a light sleep by a persistent pressure on my back - I cooperated and allowed Simon to roll me on to my face.

This time his fingers took a different route. His hand slid down and gently caressed my bum. I almost gave the game away by making noises of satisfaction as his hand stroked me gently - until that moment I had never realized just how nice it could be to be rubbed in that area. Then I held my breath as his forefinger began to explore deeper, sliding into the cleft and hesitantly searching around until it found what it was seeking. I pushed my face deep into the pillow to muffle my breathing as the tip of his finger delicately explored my anus, teasing and tickling as it probed, actually penetrating the first few millimeters. I must have made some noise, because suddenly his hand was gone, leaving me in an agony of unfulfilled desire.

The gas truck made it the next day when the salt spray from the sea had managed to melt some of the snow. Simon and I both stood in acute embarrassment as we were lectured on the care and maintenance of gas cylinders while the insulated hose burped and gurgled as it filled up the tank.

First thing on the agenda was to warm up the flat. Next was hygiene - we both were pretty ripe and our clothes and bedding desperately needed washing. It seemed natural to share a shower with Simon for the first time, to let my body brush against his genitals and to experience the softness of the first penis other than my own that I had made any contact with. We were drying ourselves when Simon raised his head.

"How about you, then?"

"How about me what?"

"You want me to do your enema?"

I hastily wrapped the towel round my waist before my erection answered his question. I tried to sound casual.

"Yeah. Good idea. It's easier if someone else does it."

I insisted on making up the solution - experiment had shown me that it was essential to get the right temperature and to only use a small amount of soap. Simon hung the bag on its hook and grinned.

"Okay then - adopt the position!"

I winced as he inserted the tube.

"Hey - take it easy. That's not the bloody gas hose!"

He burst into laughter and pulled the tube out.

"You thought the same as me when he was filling the tank?"

"Yeah. I wouldn't like something that big, though."

"Oh... I don't know about that..."

Then he inserted the tube again after buttering it with more lubricant. I moaned with the sheer pleasure of it all. Then Simon put his hand on my shoulder.

"If you feel like... you know... Just go ahead. I don't mind."

I decided to take the plunge.

"Do it for me please?"

"WHAT?"

"Do it for me. Like you did in bed."

He was silent for a long time.

"You knew?"

"Yeah."

"And you want me to do it now?"

"Yeah."

I rolled on to my back to give him access. Simon gently took hold of my erection, his fingers encircling the shaft, his thumb impacting on the sensitive end as he moved slowly up and down. The tube was trapped between me and the bed and was pulled sideways, increasing the stimulation of my anus. I felt the steady increase of pressure inside of me and winced at the cramping, but it wasn't important. All that really mattered was the pleasure of the rubbing, the frustration when it did not increase in time with my desire, the sheer agony as I teetered on the brink and then the blissful relief as I came.

When I finally emerged from the bathroom, Simon was sitting on the bed, naked. I looked at him and put my head on one side as he grinned.

"What's going on?"

"Time for my enema now."

"You just had one!"

"But not the full treatment."

I refilled the bag and took it into the bedroom. Simon lay on his back and pulled his knees up to his chest revealing a pair of hairy balls and a strip of skin terminating in the brown bud of his asshole. I don't think I had ever seen anything more erotic in my life.

He lifted his backside as I spread lubricant on the tube. This time he made no attempt to conceal the erotic effect - it was good that there was nobody within several miles of the place! I started a slow flow of liquid and tentatively reached for his erection. He groaned appreciatively as I got hold of it and started to rub.

I remembered my own self-administration and I grabbed the tube with my free hand and started to manipulate it, gauging progress by the volume of his cries until he yelled out at the top of his voices and a jet of semen shot from the end of his dick and splattered down on the sparse promontory of hair that made its way upwards towards his navel.

That set the pattern for the remainder of the time there. We shared a bed, we shared the enema bag, we used our hands to pleasure each other. It was sex, but limited sex. I didn't dare go any further and I suspect Simon felt the same way - to do more would have been to make a statement that neither of us was prepared to sign up to. It didn't matter. It was enough at that

time in my life.

Simon had to leave at Easter - he had family commitments that he could not get out of. His dad picked him up and we managed to snatch only a brief moment alone to say goodbye. We shook hands, then hugged and I felt his lips brush against my cheek. I kissed him gently in return, then he was gone, leaving me desolately alone with my sadness.

I got drunk that night. I cycled to the village and bought a bottle of wine, six cans of cider and six of beer. Back at the house, I drowned my sorrow and wept as I poured the booze into my stomach. Finally I somehow managed to fill the enema bag and administered a long and miserable enema to myself before my guts finally reacted to the insult and I threw up for what seemed like an eternity before I rolled myself in the blankets and held on to the bed in a vain attempt to keep it from swaying from side to side.

I don't know how long I slept. The next thing I knew was spluttering and heaving as someone threw cold water into my face....

I blinked to clear my vision and winced at the pains which shot through my head. I finally focused on a woman, about thirty I guessed, with her hands on her hips, glaring at me.

"You PIG! You DRUNKEN pig! You should be ashamed of yourself!"

"I didn't...."

"Just look at this place! Did you drink all of this stuff?"

"Yes, but..."

"Then I'm surprised that you survived. At least you had enough sense to try to get rid of the alcohol."

"Please. Just leave me alone. My head hurts and I think I'm going to be sick."

I closed my eyes as she drew back the curtains. Then I heard her bustling about the room and finally she went out, leaving me with what appeared to be a shrunken brain rattling round inside my skull.

"Right - let's continue the treatment."

I managed to open one eye and saw that she had filled my enema bag.

"I don't need..."

"I'll decide what you need, young man. My god - you've still got your shoes on!"

I felt cool air as she stripped off my shoes and socks, then I tried to stop her as her hands went to the waist of my jeans.

"NO! I don't need.... YOW!"

She delivered a stinging slap to my backside and, while I attempted to protect my rear from further assault, she undid my jeans and hauled them halfway down my legs, followed quickly by my underpants.

"NO! Leave me alone.... OUCH!"

What does a guy do when he is savagely attacked by a rabid female intruder? He protects his vital organs by curling into a ball. The touch of her hands as she grabbed at my balls triggered the ancient response - which was exactly what she intended. I yelled in despair as I felt the tube go in - then I yelled even louder as a rush of lukewarm liquid shot into my arse.

"This will wash those poisons out of your system, my lad."

It was not a pleasant experience. Hell - I didn't even know who she was - but I quickly discovered that she believed in large enemas. By the time she pulled the tube out I was desperate to get to the bathroom - and I forgot that my pants were round my ankles and ended up on the floor, clasping my aching gut and moaning in agony.

"Let's get those right off."

She pulled them over my feet and hauled me upright before hustling me to the toilet. Shitting was never so sweet - it seemed to go on for ever. When I finally finished, I hauled myself upright and faced my tormentor.

"Who ARE you?"

"Margaret Jameson. I'm resident nurse for the camp."

"Oh. I'm sorry about the mess - I don't normally drink myself stupid."

"Never mind - come along - your enema is ready."

"I just had one!"

"And now you're going to get another one. You'll feel better soon."

I had to admit that my head was not quite so painful - maybe there was something in the idea of an enema for a hangover. Anyway - if she was a nurse, she must know what was best. I meekly followed her back into the bedroom and laid my aching body down.

"This one will take longer. Just relax."

It was warm too. Much less traumatic, much more soothing. I could feel it doing me good. I was in no fit state for any erotic feelings - it was just rather nice.

It seemed to take forever for the water to find its way out of my intestines. Then I saw, with total horror, that she had filled the bag up again.

"Oh no - please - I don't need another one."

"Just let me decide what's best for you. Come along - this is the last one for now."

She was unstoppable. She had that sort of authority that a boy my age simply could not resist. I wearily lay down for my third enema - and I still hadn't had breakfast!

When the final drips of that session eventually worked their way out of my system, I limped back to the bedroom with the intention of going back to bed for the rest of the day. My asshole was burning - it felt like it was swollen to several times its normal size.

"How do you feel now?"

"Sore."

"I thought you might be. Just bend forward and I'll put some cream on it."

It was cool and soothing. I began to relax as she spread it liberally around - then I was suddenly totally paralyzed as her finger slid smoothly inside of me. It slipped out, gathered another installment of the cream - and then went back in. It was the strangest sensation - not unpleasant once my brain had finally accepted what was going on - soothing and somehow so intimate that it triggered me into a half- hearted erection. Not bad, actually.

"Fine - you'll do. Go take a shower while I make you some breakfast."

"I don't think I can eat anything."

"Nonsense. Go take your shower."

All she gave me was some dry toast and some sweet tea - but it did the trick. She beamed at me.

"That's good - my gear is arriving any minute now. You can carry it in." Her "gear" consisted of the entire furnishings and stock for a medical room, including two couches that weighed about a ton each. It took most of the day to arrange everything to her satisfaction - and then she started to open the packages which had been delivered with the furniture.

"Here - stack these in that drawer."

She handed me a package of a dozen rectal tubes, two of each size, ranging from fine to something that would have fitted the gas cylinder. As the unpacking proceeded she started to be concerned.

"I gave them a list of everything that I needed, but it's not all here."

"Maybe they will come later."

"They'd better. I can't do my job without the right equipment."

I tried a weak joke.

"At least you can give out as many enemas as you want to."

She pursed her lips.

"With a house full of children, I'm going to be pretty well occupied."

I let it pass. I would see in due course what she meant.

It was only when she came up to the flat with me that I suddenly realized that the only two beds in the house were right there. I felt confused.

"Shall I move one of these for you?"

"No. It's just fine in here - nice and warm."

She didn't seem to find it at all peculiar to share a room with an eighteen year old boy. She just stripped to her underwear, turned her back, unhooked her bra and then put on a nightdress. Then I felt my face burning as she took off her pants and got into bed. She hadn't revealed a thing, but it was even worse than when I had shared that room with my parents. I kept my underpants firmly in place!

That woman was a dynamo. I could hardly keep up with her next day as we got several deliveries of furniture - kid sized beds and bundles of sheets and blankets, tables, chairs and a zillion other things to make the place habitable. Mainly we just put them in the right rooms, but even that left me exhausted at the end of the day.

I groaned when I saw her fill the enema bag that night.

"Aw, Margaret, I really don't need another one of those."

"Who said you did? I'm shattered - what I need is a nice long enema to buck me up."

I felt myself blushing again.

"I'll take a walk along the shore then and leave you to it."

"They told me you did the carer's course at the hospital. Is that true?"

"Yes, but..."

"Jolly good - you're going to be a great help to me this summer."

I stood rooted to the spot as she casually took all of her clothes off. She looked at me questioningly.

"What's the matter with you? Never seen a naked girl before?"

I turned my face away from the sight of her nakedness. Then I heard her laugh.

"My god - I didn't know they made eighteen year old virgins any more! Come on, boy - put your training to some use."

She flopped down on the bed with her bum towards me. I was paralyzed - this was a grown woman, a nurse - and I was just a boy. I had felt a bit embarrassed when she told me to call her 'Margaret' - now she wanted me to give her an enema? Then she twisted round and looked scathing.

"Come on - it doesn't bite. The teeth are at the other end."

The touch of humor defused the situation. I got hold of the tube and lubricated it - and then I found that I simply could not touch her - not there! Maybe she sensed my problem, because she reached back and grabbed her buttock and pulled it up, revealing a bush of black hair surrounding a much larger anus than I had seen before. Well - she was an adult, after all.

This was it. I was incapable of any subtlety. I stabbed the end of the tube into position and heard her exclaim with annoyance.

"Take it easy, boy. You're not harpooning a whale!"

"Sorry."

"Oh - just get on with it, will you?"

I turned on the water real slow and heard her approving grunt. After a while she stirred.

"Deeper."

"Deeper?"

She gave an exasperated sigh, reached back and pushed a few more inches of rubber tube into her rectum.

"Like that. Carry on."

There was no pleasure in what I was doing. With Simon I had been turned on by the process of administering his enema. With Margaret it was like she was fiddling with the remote control to get me to do what she wanted. She seemed to enjoy the process, though, judging by the noises she made.

When she returned after a long session in the bathroom, Margaret had a look in her eyes that quite scared me. She grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head, then set to work on my pants.

"I said I didn't need an enema."

"You're not going to get one. Let's fix your other problem."

"What problem. OH!"

She yanked my pants off, grabbed my dick and led me to the bed....

I had often speculated what it would be like to screw a girl. The reality was fundamentally disappointing - it felt good, of course, but it seemed to be a rather long way to get the sort of feelings that I could produce a lot faster with my hand. It was hard work too - I had to work damn hard before I eventually managed to come - it took ages with only the feeble friction on my dick.

Margaret seemed pleased enough, though.

"I thought you were a virgin."

"I was until now."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Honest."

She smiled happily, turned over and went to sleep. Just like that.

Over the next few days, I grew to dread bedtime. It meant at least ten minutes of violent physical activity before my dick finally accumulated enough stimulation. Margaret showed every sign of satisfaction, but the whole thing simply left me aching and exhausted.

Then Margaret announced that we had to finish furnishing the top floor because the boss was arriving next day. I experienced a surge of relief when I realized it meant that she would have her own bedroom and that the new boss and his family would also be living on the top floor. I wryly wondered just how many boys my age would have welcomed the cessation of sexual activity!

The new boss turned out to be a cheerful bearded man called Fred, accompanied by his wife who bore the name of Rose - plus their two daughters. The eldest one, Judith, was the same age as me while Jackie was twelve, freckled and lively.

Margaret and I had made lunch - the new arrivals were obviously ravenous after their journey - apparently they had set out at five a.m. That didn't stop Margaret from complaining bitterly, though.

"I'm really short of supplies, you know."

Fred munched contentedly.

"Don't worry about it. We can get more."

"I've only got one pack of gloves. I need more right now."

Fred put down his fork and eyed her curiously.

"Why?"

"Well, the boys will need medical inspections when they arrive. They'll all need rectal examinations, enemas and so on."

Fred raised an eyebrow.

"Really? Why is that?"

Margaret gave an exasperated snort.

"These are disturbed children. I need to look for signs of...."

She shot a cautionary glance towards Jackie and raised her eyebrows. Fred toyed with his knife while I shuddered. Margaret continued as though she was unaware of the way Fred was looking.

"I mean, even these two girls are going to use up several gloves when I give them their medicals. I can do that after lunch if you like and get it over with."

I could see that Judith was getting pretty scared. Fred pushed his plate away.

"My daughters are in perfect health. They don't need an examination. Or maybe you think you might find some of your signs there?"

Margaret seemed impervious to his sarcasm.

"I wonder why you're so alarmed at the idea of your daughters being examined if there's nothing to find?"

Fred sighed.

"My dear woman. First of all, I have no intention of submitting my family to your sort of prurient examination. Secondly, if you think that you are going to shove your finger up the bum of each disturbed child who arrives here and then give him an enema, you're quite wrong. I won't have it."

"You're not a doctor. You can't tell me what to do."

"I'm not telling you what to do. I'm telling you what you can't do."

"I'm responsible for the welfare of these children."

He shook his head.

"No. You're responsible for their health, not their welfare. That's my job."

"I can't work here if you interfere like this."

"I'll send you a check for one week's wages then."

"You'll pay me for the whole summer or I'll sue."

I thought he was shivering, then the trembling grew and burst out as roars of laughter.

"You do that! Let's see if a court agrees with your idea of a warm welcome to a holiday."

She looked like she was going to hit him. Her face went red with rage, but she didn't say anything. Finally she slammed her way out of the room. All five of us sat in absolute silence until we heard the front door slam so hard that it broke the glass in it. The her car started and roared up the track. I sighed with sheer relief - I was never so glad to see the back of anyone in my entire life.

Fred looked hard at me and then spoke softly.

"I get the impression that our nurse has already been at you, Steve?"

I couldn't hold back the tears. I felt foolish and humiliated as I stood up to leave the room. Then I was suddenly surrounded by bodies and arms wrapped themselves around me as everybody hugged me tightly. I was held captive in their embrace until my tears stopped, then they disentangled themselves from me.

It was little Jackie who broke the silence.

"I'm glad she's gone. She had mean eyes."

Judith snorted.

"She was mean all the way through. You wouldn't have liked what she wanted to do to us."

"She said something about an enema. I wouldn't have liked it if she gave me one of them."

"That wasn't the half of it, sis. She wanted to poke around inside you with her finger!"

Jackie's mouth fell open.

"Where? Both places? OH NO! I'm glad you made her go away, daddy."

Fred put his arm round my shoulder.

"Why don't we take a walk, Steve. Let these women clear up, eh?"

We walked slowly along the sand and I found myself blurting out what had happened with Margaret. Fred was a good listener - he didn't say much but his arm tightened on my shoulders as I described how Margaret had made me go to bed with her and give her that enema. Then we sat on a rock for a while and he started to talk.

"I hope you can get things straight in your head, Steve. Rape is never very easy to put out of your mind.

"I wasn't raped!"

"Yes you were. Rape is forcing someone into sexual activity that they don't want. She took advantage of you and I reckon she just used you."

I nodded at that.

"I did think she had a sort of remote control set."

He guffawed.

"I wonder what the buttons were labeled?"

I felt much better as we walked back to the house. Fred slowed when we got near and seemed to be searching for words.

"The thing is, Steve, we were very keen on you as an assistant here because of your training in caring for the disabled."

I groaned.

"Not that again. It was only one day in the hospital."

He didn't seem to have heard.

"You see, our society promotes holistic treatment for problem children."

"Holistic?"

"Treatment of the whole person. Good diet, clean air, exercise, companionship..."

I supplied the rest.

"...and enemas?"

"Not like that, Steve. Enemas can be part of it, but not like Margaret intended. They have their place, but there is no point in her way - that was the Auschwitz school of child welfare."

I had to laugh at that. She would have been right at home in that place. Fred sighed.

"Maybe it would be better if we found you some other place, Steve. You've had a pretty bad experience and I think maybe you need to be away from here."

"I don't understand. You sacked Margaret for wanting to give everybody an enema, but now you say you want to do the same thing to them."

"Not the same at all. She wanted to force them. I don't do that kind of thing."

"How can you say that? Kids aren't going to volunteer, are they?"

He grinned.

"You'd be surprised. You just have to use some psychology on them first."

He fell silent as Judith and Jackie appeared bearing a brush and shovel, obviously preparing to clear up the broken glass. Judith looked at us.

"What's going on? You look serious."

"Steve is going away."

"Why?"

He sighed.

"It's rather complicated, darling."

She faced me and looked me in the eye.

"It's that bloody woman, isn't it? What did she do to you?"

I couldn't hold her gaze and I had to look down. She turned on Fred.

"And now you're making him go away? That's not fair."

"I'm not making him do anything that he doesn't want to do."

Jackie chimed in.

"Did she make you have an enema Steve? That's no reason to go away - we get them all of the time."

It was Judith's turn to blush and look away. Jackie was blissfully unaware of her sister's embarrassment.

"You would like it if mummy gave you an enema. She's real gentle - it feels nice when she does it."

Judith and I were both blushing now. She turned on Jackie.

"You shouldn't talk about things like that, Jackie. They're private."

"I just wanted to tell Steve not to be frightened. If he doesn't want mummy then daddy could give him his enema."

Then she giggled.

"Or you could do it. I bet you would like that!"

Judith started towards Jackie who squealed and ran off with her sister in hot pursuit. Fred smiled.

"That little monster has no inhibitions at all, I'm afraid. I'm sorry if she embarrassed you."

Rose looked up as we came in, then her face fell.

"You're leaving? I'm so sorry about this whole episode. Won't you reconsider? We'd love to have you stay."

Then she hugged me tight. It felt nice, comforting, free of any sexual overtones. I suddenly realized that I liked these people. They cared - even Jackie had tried to help me.

"Could I stay for a while? Maybe I would be okay?"

"If you want to stay, you'll be welcome. We take a bit of getting used to though!"

We spent the afternoon sorting out the rest of the house. It was a warm, sunny day and the house faced west - by the end of the afternoon I was hot and sweaty, and so was everyone else. Jackie sighed with relief and looked out at the sea, sparkling with reflected sunlight.

"I'm going for a swim!"

Her mother's attempt to intervene came a moment too late. Jackie flung off her clothes - all of them - and ran naked towards the inviting surf. There was a moment of silence, then Fred laughed.

"I told you take a lot of getting used to!"

The next moment I was the only one left wearing clothes. I watched their naked backsides disappearing towards the sea as I frantically considered my options. There was really no choice - it was less embarrassing to join in than to be the odd one out. I quickly stripped off and followed them into the sea.

In actual fact it was not nearly as terrible as I imagined - the sea was freezing cold and that not only rendered my genitals completely numb but also kept all of us far too busy screaming and running back to the house to allow me to worry about my nudity. And, as so often happens, once the ice was broken (almost literally in this case), the problem ceased to exist. We scrambled for towels and frantically started to restore blood flow. Then, suddenly, I felt incredibly warm as my skin positively glowed and produced a feeling of total well-being.

As we finally panted to a stop, I could see that little Jackie was still very much a child - she had bumps instead of breasts and no body hair at all. Judith, on the other hand, was very much grown up with nice tits, a neat bush of pubic hair and one of those sculptured butts that really turn guys like me on. The parents were... parents. Fred was incredibly hairy with only a small paunch, while Rose could have passed for Judith's elder sister with a little imagination.

Our nudity cleared the air between the five of us. - and it meant that I lost exclusive use of my bathroom. The parents and the girls both had their own, of course, but two girls can inhabit any number of free bathrooms for indefinite periods....

The boys arrived the next day - twenty of them aged ten and under in a coach whose driver sighed with relief as they spilled out in a wave of supersonic screams and ran towards the sea. I began to realize just how clever Rose was when she greeted each of them by a friendly ruffling of their hair as she gave them a sort of hug. It took me a little while before I realized that she was actually checking them for head lice, but without the lining up ceremony that I remembered from primary school.

Those kids really had diabolical energy. They played from morning to night, they consumed vast quantities of food and they squabbled incessantly - Judith and I spent most of our time resolving disputes and refereeing games. I didn't quite understand how this was different to any other kids holiday, though - the food was different and it didn't contain much meat but that was the only thing I could detect.

After four days Rose reckoned that it was time they all had a thorough internal cleansing. I anticipated big trouble as evening approached and she and Judith spent time making up several gallons of enema solution - water which contained an infusion of herbs and a few spoonfuls of salt. I asked her about it as she opened the drawer full of rectal tubes.

"I think we're in for trouble, Rose. Those kids aren't going to just let you give them enemas - they will make a big fuss."

She smiled.

"Wait and see. You just need to understand the way their minds work."

Then she put a couple of the tubes in her pocket, leaving then ends dangling in plain sight.

"Come on - just watch this and don't laugh!"

We wandered into one of the two dormitories where the boys were getting ready for bed. It took only a few seconds before one of them spotted the red rubber tube with the single eye at the rounded end.

"Hey - what's that thing?"

Rose looked down in mock surprise, then pushed it out of sight, leaving its elasticity to force it back into view.

"Oh - nothing to do with you. That's not for little boys."

"What is it though?"

Another kid looked in her direction.

"I know what it is. It's a botty pipe. My mum's got one of them."

He was squashed by one of the oldest ones.

"That's not what it's called. It's an enema pipe. And my mum's got one just like it."

There was a general chorus of curiosity about this strange object. Rose pulled it completely out of her pocket as they clustered around her and told them that it was only for big boys, not for little ones like them and that it went into big boy's bottoms and washed them out. They seemed fascinated at the whole idea, but Rose seemed adamant that they were too young to have it. The big kid who seemed to know all about it was really annoyed.

"I'm ten and my mum says I'm old enough. Why can't we have enemas?"

"Well... maybe if you're ten..."

"That's not fair! I'm nine but I'm bigger than him."

I watched with amazement as Rose was surrounded by boys, all demanding that they receive an enema. Finally she weakened.

"Well, if you're absolutely determined to have an enema..."

"We ARE!"

"Oh, all right them. Who's going first?"

Judith carried in an enema bag on a pole as the big kid leaped on his bed and pushed his pyjama pants down. The group watched, fascinated, as she threaded the tube into position and started to run her herbal mixture into the boy's bum. Then Judith appeared with three more stands and handed one to me and one to Jackie.

"All right - don't all rush at once."

I had forgotten how kids of that age don't give a damn about nudity or about using the toilet. I administered four enemas, one after the other, to giggling boys who seemed to find the whole thing salaciously amusing and who screamed in mock agony when they were released and allowed to run to the bathroom. Even young Jackie set up shop in one corner for the youngest ones and I soon realized that she was well versed in the practice of giving an enema - her clients were quieter but they still happily removed their pants for her.

There must have been something in the mixture because by the time I extracted the rectal tube from the last small bottom presented to me, most of the kids were in bed, fast asleep. We all tiptoed up to our attic rooms, still bearing the equipment. When the door was shut, Rose beamed at us.

"Well done you three. Now you see what Fred meant when he told Margaret to use psychology?"

I grinned.

"I wouldn't have believed that telling them they couldn't have one would make them line up for it!"

She laughed.

"That's the way children are. They always want what they can't have."

Then she looked around the three of us.

"Fred and I have things to do, children. Jackie and Judith - see to each other will you?"

"What about Steve?"

"Sort it out between you, eh?"

Then they went into their own rooms, Rose giggling as Fred grabbed her butt. Judith looked at Jackie and me, then she went back downstairs and returned with one of the enormous tubes that I had seen in the drawers.

Jackie looked surprised.

"What's that for? Only mommy gives high enemas."

I didn't know what a high enema was, and I wasn't sure that I liked the sound of it. Judith's voice was full of confidence.

"Oh - I know how to do it. And you like them best, don't you?"

Jackie giggled and her hand went to her crotch and held tight. I looked on in amazement - I'd never seen a girl do that so blatantly before. Then she nodded.

"All right." Judith took charge and ushered all of us into my sitting room, then she darted into the bathroom and I heard the sound of running water before she emerged with the bag on its pole, the huge tube attached and an expression on her face that said she was going to enjoy this as much as Jackie!

Jackie stripped to the buff - that was no big deal - then we went into my bedroom and she lay down on the spare bed. On her back.

I watched Judith grease the tube, then she waved the glistening end of it around.

"Hold her legs, Steve."

Jackie bent her knees and I grabbed them and held them back. Judith knelt on the floor and rested her arm on the bed while she carefully aimed the tube at her sister's anus. Jackie and I gasped simultaneously as it slid smoothly into the orifice - I had to hold the legs tightly as Jackie squirmed around on the bed.

Judith sighed.

"It's in. Now hold tight, sis - here it comes!"

Jackie convulsed as the liquid started to flow, but it wasn't pain she was feeling. I watched, fascinated, as her body writhed and drops of her juices started to ooze down towards the tube. Judith kept her eyes on her target and inserted more and more of the tube, apparently oblivious of the small, mewing cries coming from Jackie.

"Let her legs go, Steve, and tend to the bag. I have to massage her stomach."

By this stage I was as excited as Jackie. I controlled the flow of liquid while Judith began a slow massage, her fingers digging deep, her palms sliding over Jackie's skin, her fingers tantalizingly pausing at the puffy, hairless cleft in her young body.

Slowly, then more vigorously, Jackie reacted to the massage, pushing herself upwards, moving counter to the direction of the hand, panting and uttering small cries of sheer ecstasy. Finally her body went into a prolonged session of shivering and then she lay still, breathing heavily, looking like a satiated angel on the bed.

I didn't wait to be told - I clipped the tube and slowly extracted it, precipitating another set of spasms. Jackie had to be helped into the bathroom - she sat on the toilet and the liquid slowly drained out of her.

Finally, Judith became motherly.

"Come along, Jackie. Bedtime."

"Aw, I want to stay. I want to watch."

"No way, little sister. There are times when a boy and a girl don't want an audience. Come on - bedtime."

She led the girl away, leaving me wondering just what she had in mind.....

When Judith returned, my first thought was for Jackie.

"How is she?"

"Asleep. What was wrong with you, anyway?"

"Well - I was pretty embarrassed when I saw the way she was reacting. She's a bit young for that sort of thing, isn't she?"

Judith laughed.

"You should see her with Peter!"

"Peter?"

"He's our cousin - he's thirteen. Every time he visits they crawl off somewhere and play their little games."

"What games?"

"Oh - I don't really know apart from the fact that they always take a bulb syringe with them and come back looking really pleased with themselves."

"I hope Rose never catches them at it!"

Judith looked blank.

"Why? She knows all about it. She says it saves her the trouble of doing them - although they still get a good washing out before Peter leaves."

That made me remember what Jackie had said.

"One of those high enemas?"

"Yes. Normally we just look after each other, but mum says that she needs to do those for us. Although I suppose Jackie will want to start doing them now."

"Don't you think all these enemas are too much?"

"Not really. We've always had enemas since we were babies. I would feel really dirty if I didn't wash inside as well as outside. Anyway, you don't just take an enema for health reasons - they feel good too."

I gulped as she started to get undressed.

"What are you doing?"

She grinned.

"I don't see why little sisters should have all of the fun, do you?"

It was strange watching her undress. I had become quite accustomed to varying degrees of nudity, but this time it was different. I wasn't quite sure why the thought of administering an enema to her was turning me on so much, but it undoubtedly was. Then, when she lay flat on her back and pulled her knees close to her ears, I just about lost it.

I felt both sexually excited and oddly tender as I greased the tube and slid it smoothly into the crinkly orifice which seemed to open up to welcome it. Judith sighed contentedly as I slowly worked it deeper and deeper into her bottom and then turned on the water.

I wasn't sure about the massage. Until this point, my relations with the girls and their parents had been non-sexual. That might apply to an ordinary massage, but the way Judith was acting - and the way Jackie had behaved - told me that this would not be a platonic activity. Eventually desire triumphed and I began to slowly rub her stomach.

It was like putting a match to gunpowder. Judith lifted her body and pushed hard against my hand while she shuddered and moaned. Then she left me in no doubt - she grabbed my hand and pushed it between her legs into the damp forest of hair and tissue. I slid my fingers into the warm moist cleft and started a slow rubbing in what seemed to be the appropriate region. Judith

reacted enthusiastically and I increased my activities until her body was supported only on her head and her heels before she fell back and closed her eyes.

I was unsure of what she would do. I left her alone to return the liquid while I sat on my bed and tried to work out what she wanted, what she would tolerate. It was a waste of brain power really - she returned, refilled the enema bag and made it obvious whose turn it was next.

I really didn't like lying on my back with my legs in the air. It made me feel very vulnerable, especially when Judith lay across them and put one hand on my balls, her finger pulling back the skin between my legs as it opened up my anus. Then she giggled at my reaction as she slowly penetrated me with the end of the rectal tube.

Finally she let me straighten my legs. It felt weird, having a thick object lodged in my bum, then I yelled as she let a gush of water in.

Again, I closed my eyes in ecstasy as her fingers gently tickled my erection. She giggled again.

"Seems a shame to waste it!"

Then she was suddenly lying on top of me, her body sliding down, her hand behind her, guiding me into position. She sat up with an expression of satisfaction on her face and started to move very slowly while I lay there, almost paralyzed with the twin stimulations which grew and grew until I finally exploded in a fantastic orgasm.

The next couple of weeks passed enjoyably. Very enjoyably in fact as Judith spent more time in my bed than in her own. Then Fred grimaced one morning as he opened his mail.

"That bloody woman - I might have known."

"Who? What?"

"Nurse Margaret. She's coming back next week."

I was astonished.

"I thought you blew her out!"

He grunted.

"I did, but she's under contract for the whole summer. She'll be back as soon as we leave."

"Leave? You're leaving?"

He looked puzzled.

"Why yes - we're just here for the first month. I have to get back to work and Jackie has to go to school. I thought you realized that this was a volunteer operation?"

It only took me a few seconds to decide that I couldn't stay either. It wasn't just the awful thought of the return of Margaret, it was the fact that the place was synonymous with Judith and the wonderful pleasures that I had enjoyed with her. I really didn't want to have to get to know another set of people.

Fred nodded when I told him of my decision.

"I can understand that - I'll let the society know. Maybe they can find someone else."

Depression set in pretty fast when I realized that this was the end of the line for Judith and me. Her parents and mine had one thing in common - they did not intend to support their offspring in idleness. Judith had a job as a shop assistant waiting for her back home and I had a sinking feeling that dad was going to have me stacking shelves in a supermarket where he knew the manager.

Rose would have needed to be blind and deaf to be unaware of my misery. Eventually she took me away from the group of kids that Judith and I were supervising.

"Come on, Steve. I think you and I need to talk."

Judith jumped up.

"I'm coming with you."

Rose shook her head.

"No dear. I want a word with Steve on his own. You stay and look after the boys."

To my surprise, Rose led me to the nurse's room where a large enema bag was ready, dangling from its hook, with one of the large tubes attached to it. I stopped and looked at it.

"I thought you wanted to talk?"

She chuckled.

"You look like you need this, and there's nothing like a slow enema for making the time for a chat. Anyway, I'm sure you don't mind it, do you?"

I felt myself blush and wondered just how much she knew about my activities with her daughter.

"Well...."

"Good. That's settled then. Just get undressed and lie on the couch."

I felt awful. It was okay when Judith gave me an enema - she was a girl and my own age - but the last adult woman who had done it to me had been Margaret and that had bad memories for me. Rose looked at me then sighed.

"I'm not like Margaret, honey. I love you like one of my own - I'm not going to hurt you."

She hugged me and I felt my fear slowly ebb away. I stepped back and undressed, then I wondered what position she wanted me in. She answered my unspoken question.

"Lie on your side, Steve, and make yourself comfortable."

She threw me a pillow and I put it under my chest and face. I felt her arranging my legs.

"This is called 'Sim's position', Steve. Comfortable?"

"Yes."

"Then let's get on with it, shall we? I know the tube is rather wide, but don't be scared of it."

I stifled a giggle. Judith obviously hadn't told her about our adventures with that particular rectal tube! I just grunted a non- committal sort of reply.

"I'll use plenty of grease so it slides in easily. This is called a high enema - it gets the liquid way up inside of you and washes everything out."

Then I felt her fingers spreading the stuff around my bum. It felt good - sort of relaxing and exciting at the same time as it melted and softened the tissues of my anus. Then I gasped as her finger slid right inside of me and started to feel around.

"Hmmm. There's some congestion here, I think."

I could barely speak as her finger probed at something inside of me, something that made me feel excited, a unique sensation that seemed to be pulling something out of me and at the same time producing an intense and sensual desire to take a pee.

"What are you doing? What's that?"

"That's your prostate gland, darling. It can be quite a problem in later life but not if it gets regular exercise."

That finger was driving me insane as it continued its steady massage. I became erect as the tension grew inside me. Then, quite suddenly, I had a kind of climax and I felt a thin liquid spurting from my penis.

The finger withdrew and I turned as Rose tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a bunch of tissues.

"Here you go, Steve. I'm sure you'll feel a lot better now that the pressure is relieved."

This whole thing was totally unbelievable. Rose seemed quite unaffected by the fact that I was wiping my dick and the couch. She just picked up the rectal tube and gestured for me to lie down again.

I barely felt her insert the tube although I was conscious of the fact that there was an object lodged inside of me. I sensed the warmth of the liquid, then I groaned as Rose started to feed more of the tube inside of me. I could feel the eerie sensation as it moved deeper and deeper, all the time easing its progress by a cushion of warm liquid.

"So, tell me what's bothering you?"

Rose had been right about one thing - the enema was the ultimate in sensuous relaxation. I wallowed in its subtle pleasure and found myself relating most of the story of my life to her. She snorted when I talked about the problem of choosing a university.

"Pick one with a pin, boy. If you don't have a preference then it doesn't much matter where you go, does it?"

Somehow that made a kind of sense to me. On the other hand, maybe I could go to the same place as Judith. I continued to ramble on and it seemed just natural to talk about Judith and me and the big enemas we had taken together as a prelude to lovemaking.

Rose burst into laughter.

"Oh lord - I could have saved myself the trouble of all this!"

"Huh?"

"Judith says there are plenty of jobs going in our area - she wants us to invite you to stay with us when we leave."

"What's that got to do with this?"

Rose pulled the tube out and I convulsed in a prolonged and violent orgasm. She sat and watched as I returned the enema in about a dozen installments before she helped clean me up. Then she hugged me again.

"Fred and I weren't sure about sharing our home with someone who might be shocked at the idea of rectal pleasure. I had to be certain that you understood - it's time Judith joined the grownups."

"Grownups?"

"We have these... Well, I suppose you would call them orgies, but that's not the right word for them. Fred and me and a few couples who share our interests. We just leave the girls at home or send them to stay with friends, depending where we meet."

I just gaped at her as I worked out what she was talking about. She nodded as she continued.

"It's adults only and couples only of course. I think Judith has her suspicions about our social evenings but we couldn't invite her, of course. Not if she didn't have a partner who was over eighteen and would understand...."

"Would we have to go?"

Rose looked shocked.

"Of course not - it's completely up to you. We just wanted to make sure that you would at least understand."

I let out my breath in one long sigh.

"I think I would like to stay with you for a while, if that's okay?"

She smiled.

"You're very welcome, my dear."

The End