The Gray Girl

I will give you more on how Amy and I (Actually Amy) increased our circle in enema play. There was a girl in my college class named Carol. Perhaps the best description of her would be to refer to her as “The Gray Girl.” She simply was nondescript. To say she was unattractive would be disingenuous but to say the opposite 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 a lesbian. You will soon see why; however, she married an older man perhaps 10 years after college and he is passed away now.

She worshiped Amy and you will soon see both literally and figuratively. 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 with adults. Mother was at some meeting and of course, Dad was at work. As I climbed the steps to the second floor, Amy, peeked around the door to the second-floor bathroom, grinning like a Chelsie Cat, and motioned for me to come to her. When I looked into the bathroom, I could see another girl on her elbows and knees on the floor with the nozzle firmly in her behind. As I looked closer, I saw the nozzle attached to the tubing hanging down from a half-full family syringe I could see that the muscle vibrator 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 for a 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 closed toilet seat and in the other hand the vibrator. Carol knelt behind her and buried into Amy's backside. Let me emphasize backside. Of course, there were moans and groans 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 licking 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.

We played several more times before Amy went off to college.