I awoke Saturday morning in Sarah's bed to begin the first full day of my life as a non-virgin. Sarah was already making coffee, the mouth kind not the butt kind and we had a nice breakfast with scrambled eggs and fresh fruit. I spent the rest of the morning scraping paint off the trim of Sarah's house as she wanted to get it repainted before the nice weather was gone. I scraped through the morning and into the early afternoon when Sarah came out and called me in for soup and a sandwich.

After lunch Sarah told me she was going to send me on a mission.

"Brad, I have a mission I need you to complete. My friend Jennifer is celebrating her birthday. I need you to go to her house and wish her a happy birthday. Jennifer is a Mary-Jo, so birthday wishes will of course involve an enema. She's a real sweetheart, I'm sure you'll enjoy this. Are you in?"

"I thought the Mary-Jos were all women."

"We are dear, but we're not militant lesbians. Well, some of us are but I'm sure Jennifer will appreciate meeting you."

"Well, OK. How will I get there?"

"You can take my car."

Sarah handed me a note with Jennifer's address on it and gathered up her enema supplies in a shopping bag along with a small gift wrapped box.

Jennifer lived in Norris, the next town east of Calgary so it was only a ten minute drive. I felt both nervous yet excited as I walked up to the door. I had never been on a "mission" like this with a perfect stranger but I trusted Sarah and that helped. I set the bag down, pushed the doorbell button and waited. The door opened and my heart jumped. Jennifer was Ms. Brock!

Jennifer Brock was the girls PE teacher at Col. Edwin E. Alrdin Jr. Consolidated High School. While I of course had taken boy's PE, I had Ms. Brock for the dreaded square dancing unit. She always seemed to call on me to come to the front of the class and demonstrate an alaman left or do-see-do or whatever move we were supposed to learn next.

There were several rumors about Ms. Brock. One was that she was a lesbian or more likely bisexual as she was overly friendly with both the male and female students, especially the athletic ones. Another was a bit juicier. As the story was told, after a grueling game of field hockey, or volleyball or running laps, Ms. Brock would follow her students back into the locker room. Rather than use the private shower stall adjacent to the PE teacher's office she would strip naked and join the girls in the larger communal shower. She would show off her fully developed well toned athletic body and the girls would be extremely impressed, envious or both. This exposition served two purposes, one was to feed Ms. Brock's narcissistic personality, the other to inspire her students to appreciate the positive effects that a life of proper nutrition and exercise could have on a woman's body.

Late at night throughout the bedrooms of Calgary, sheets, socks and paper towels were inseminated over visions of cheerleaders, majorettes, pompom girls and library volunteers frolicking in the steamy mist with Ms. Brock. Their pert young breasts were contrasted with her larger full rack of grown woman tit flesh,all being splashed with warm sudsy water. This was set against a backdrop of blue and gold ceramic tile, the team colors of the Aldrin Astros.

The story was bullshit of course as most high school rumors are. Not one of the participants of these alleged multi-age showers had ever come forward, however the legend was passed down from class to class with all the authenticity of the Kentucky Fried Rat.*

"Hello, I recognize you. You went to Buzz High right?"

"Yeah, Brad. I had you for square dancing"

"So what brings you to my doorstep?"

"I'm here to wish you a happy birthday!"

"Hmmmm.... that's a bit odd, a former student giving a teacher birthday greetings in person at her home. How did you even know it was my birthday?"

"Sarah sent me."

"Sarah, Sarah Hancock? Oh my God! You're her new boyfriend? Get in here!"

Ms. Brock opened the screen door and ushered me into her living room.

"Holy shit! Now this is exciting. The Mary-Jos really out did themselves this time."

She sat on the sofa while I remained standing somewhat awkwardly.

"So what have you got for me?"

I began to remove the tubing from the paper bag.

"An enema, yeah I know that. What have you got before that? Are you going to sing me Happy Birthday?"

Somewhat embarrassed I reluctantly began

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday Ms....

"No no no. We're all adults now. Call me Jenn."

Happy birthday dear Jenn,

Happy birthday to you.

"Yay! You have a great voice. What's next?"

I removed the gift wrapped package from the bag and handed it to her. Jenn removed the wrapping paper from the cardboard gift box. She opened the box and looked at the contents and smiled, then closed it not allowing me to see what was inside.

"Hey have you ever spanked a forty five year old?"

I tied to think of a clever answer, but instead I felt my face get warm.

"Aw.. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Come on down to my gym. It'll be fun."

Jenn lead me down the stairs to an impressive home gym with an exercise bike, weight bench and several other pieces of equipment. In the center of the room was a vaulting horse that looked remarkably similar to one from the Gym at Buzz High. Jenn walked over to it looked over her shoulder at me and smiled devilishly. "Year number forty four was a particularly naughty one for me. I probably deserve a good hard one."

Jenn teasingly slid down the pants of a powder blue jogging suit to expose unexciting plain white cotton panties. They looked like they would be good at absorbing perspiration. While the panties were rather blase for a man of my experience I felt my cock begin to grow in my pants. She then slid the panties down and managed to step out of her shoes pants and panties without removing her hands from the horse. Jenn's ass was almost as white as the cotton panties in stark contrast to her golden brown legs. She had the classic California look with long bleach blonde hair and a deep tan that comes from having the opportunity to spend both work and play outdoors in the sun. It was no wonder that she had inspired an epidemic of masturbation among the student body at Buzz.

Jenn bent over the vaulting horse. "OK give it to me!"

I had never struck a woman in my life. In fact I had never stuck anyone that I could remember.

I gave her right butt cheek a slap.

"Come on harder."

I smacked her left a bit harder.

"Don't be a pussy. Spank the shit out of me."

I wound up and spanked her right cheek with a loud crack, then went back and forth alternating good loud hard cracks on each butt cheek until I had reached the requisite forty five.

Jenn stood up. I could see her eyes were tearing. Trembling, she wrapped her arms around me and held me tightly. "That was awesome. Thank you. I think I'm ready for my enema now."

Jenn showed me to a small bathroom on the lower level where I mixed up a solution of peppermint soap and warm water. She took some towels over to the vaulting horse and placed one over the top and one down on the floor, then bent over and rested her body on top and watched as I finished filling Sarah's red bag and attached the hose and nozzle.

There was a hook conveniently located just above the horse where I attached the cord that suspended the bag. Ms. Brock had removed all her clothing by this time and somehow had managed adorn what I guess would best be described as stripper shoes. (Not that I would know anything about that.) The shoes had at least four inch platforms and eight inch heels made of Lucite and the uppers were slutty red patent leather. Jenn looked back and smiled while I ran my Vaseline covered finger in and out of her butt hole which felt more like Sarah's than Kim's.

"OK I'm ready for Little Blackie."

I didn't realize that Sarah's enema nozzle had a name. This secret Mary-Jo society was intriguing.

I snapped open the clamp and began to fill my former square dance instructor's colon full of warm soapy water. The platform shoes made her already long legs long enough that she could raise her pelvis up off the horse to better allow the solution to fill her. Jenn rocked her ass and asked me to rub her belly as she began to distend from the fluid. After the bag had emptied I removed the nozzle. Jenn stood there bent over and waited for the enema to distribute itself through her colon.

"You're lucky to have someone like Sarah in your life. She's really a good hearted person as well as a kinky playmate. You seem really sweet too. I hope you're both happy."

"Oh, we are. I'm staying at her place this weekend."

"You are a lucky young man. You be nice to her. I'm sure you are. Sarah told me she was sort of seeing someone but she was kind of short on details. We don't kiss and tell in the Mary-Jos."

Apparently the enema had done its work on Jenn and she made her way back to the small bathroom. She closed the door and I could hear the familiar sound of water being expelled from an anus into a toilet bowl.

Jenn returned from the bathroom. "So are you up for some fucking?"

The question floored me. "Um uh really? Yeah."

"Let's go up stairs and try out my birthday present."

**** continued****

* I later found out that unlike The Showering Show Off, The Kentucky Fried Rat actually happened in St. Cloud, MN during the summer of 1975. If you google long enough, you can find a newspaper article about it.