This is pure fiction!

This was one of the first times that I remember getting an enema with a bulb syringe from my aunt. "Aunt Debbie" was my uncle Phil's second wife. She was only 42 years old and was very hot looking to a young guy like myself at a mere 18 and just about all my friends thought so too. She came to stay with me when my parents went out of town, which was getting to be more frequently as I got older.

It was Saturday evening and I was watching television. My aunt Debbie asked me if I was really busy. I said I wasn't since the show I was watching was a summer rerun. She went into the kitchen and I followed her thinking that she might need some help with something. She opened a cabinet and brought out the Tupperware pitcher. I started to feel a little nervous when I saw her take a bar of Ivory soap and place it in the pitcher. As she ran hot water into the pitcher she started working that bar of Ivory soap. I now knew from past experiences that she was preparing my enema. The pitcher filled with hot soapy water. She continued to work the bar of soap, creating a thick layer of soap suds. She looked like she was washing her hands in the

pitcher. She picked up the pitcher and turning towards me, told me to put on my pajamas and come to the bathroom. The sight of her preparing this enema filled me with an excitement that I could not quite find a name for....

I went down the hall to my bedroom. Feeling extremely nervous inside, I knew I was going to be given an enema. I was going to be brave I thought to myself, as I pulled on my pajama bottoms and then buttoned the top. I walked down the hall and looked into the bathroom. There was a large white bath towel folded on the vanity. Next to the towel was the pitcher of soapy water and a jar of Vaseline. My aunt was holding the bulb syringe in her hand. The bulb was red and the rectal nozzle was long and black. She placed the bulb syringe in the pitcher of water.

Shutting the bathroom door behind me, Debbie told me to get undressed. As I unbuttoned and removed my pajama top, my aunt sat on the toilet seat. As she slowly pulled down my pajama bottoms, she told me to lay over her lap. I was very embarrassed because I saw her looking at my bare ass. She was only 4⁷2 years old and a very pretty redhead. I know I saw her smiling when she saw by butt for the first time. I stood at her side red in the face, and then bent over her lap. She pushed down on my lower back repositioning me so that my head and feet hung down and my bottom was up in the air. Since I was now a teenager I was especially embarrassed to be completely naked in front of my young aunt. She could easily see my penis and testicles as well as the pubic hair that was now present, prior to me laying over her lap. I tried to make sure that when I did lie across her lap that my genitals were hidden from her view.

It was a hot summer evening and aunt Debbie had on a thin cotton sleeveless sundress and I noticed that she was not wearing a bra. The front of her dress had gotten wet while filling up the pitcher and was now stuck to her tits like a second skin making her nipples totally visible to me through the thin material. She did have great tits that even a young guy old could

appreciate. When she was sitting on the toilet seat waiting for me to bend over her lap I snuck a good look down her dress top and saw my first pair of tits "in the flesh" so to speak. Her pink nipples stood out like bullets from the firm flesh of her tits. "Wow" I was thinking as I laid across her lap with a full erection by this time.

I heard her open the jar of Vaseline. Looking up I saw her coating her right index finger with the Vaseline. Swallowing hard I knew what was coming. I felt the cheeks of my ass being separated. I tightened my anal sphincter muscles when I felt the cool air on my exposed anus. My face burned with embarrassment because I knew that my aunt could see my asshole.

She placed the pad of her right index finger on my anus and told me to take a deep breath. Inhaling deeply I felt the pressure of her finger against my anus. I gasped out loud as she slowly penetrated my asshole, inserting her finger completely into my rectum. I tried to tighten my buttocks but she kept them separated with her left hand. "Just relax honey" she said, as she

slowly twisted her finger back and forth, lubricating my anus thoroughly. I was in heaven...I was a little bit disappointed when she finally removed her finger from my asshole.Picking up the bulb syringe, she lubricated the nozzle with the excess Vaseline that was left on her finger.

Inserting the nozzle into the pitcher of soapy water she squeezed the bulb and then allowed the bulb to reshape itself, filling with the soapy water. My cheeks were separated wide again. "Are you ready for your enema" she asked. I nodded and softly said yes. I felt the nozzle against my asshole and then the slow deep penetration. The warm soapy water was squeezed out of the bulb into my rectum and bowels. She slowly withdrew the nozzle and refilled the bulb.

"That's enough Auntie" I said, "I can go to the bathroom now." She slowly inserted the nozzle again and said, "You need a good enema Jimmy, just relax, I'll let you know when we're done." She squeezed out the contents of the bulb into my bowels and slowly removed the nozzle once more. Refilling the bulb syringe with soapy water, inserting the nozzle into my rectum, squeezing out the contents of the bulb syringe and then finally removing the nozzle. This procedure was repeated over and over.

I started cramping and complained to my aunt that my stomach was hurting. "Just one more" she said. She was very methodical, she did not vary the speed. Bulb after bulb. With a bulb syringe enema there are the constant insertions until the enema is complete. Each time she parted my ass cheeks to insert the syringe again I felt a new wave of excitement flow through me. I was starting to move around quite a bit by now as the enema had filled me up quite full and as I wiggled on my aunt's lap her thin dress was being pushed further and further up on her creamy white thighs. My penis was now in direct contact with the skin of her thighs! I really started fussing, complaining about the cramps, (an excuse to wiggle around all the more), rubbing my very hard, and by now wet penis on her smooth, silky skin. My aunt would say was "just one more" and seemed (or pretended) not to notice all my wiggling or the fact that my penis was now in contact with the crotch of her white cotton panties. Her hand was in constant contact with the small of my back keeping me firmly pushed against her lap...

Finally the pitcher was emptied. Only the bar of Ivory soap and a small amount of soapy water remained. She placed the soiled bulb syringe in the pitcher. I told her I had to go to the bathroom bad. "You have to hold your enema" she admonished me. "I can't" I cried. "I'll have to help you then" Debbie said. I then felt her separating my cheeks. She again inserted her

finger into my rectum while telling me, "This will help you hold your enema, grip my finger." Oh god it felt so great to have her stick her finger into my butt like that. I had often done this to myself while masturbating and I knew that it had made my cum very hard in the past. Her other hand was kind of rubbing my ass cheeks while the finger from the other hand was in my ass.

But she did not just hold her finger in place. She very slowly moved it in and out and I went just about nuts right then. I started cumming and rubbing my penis against her thighs all the while her finger was working my ass hole. I came like never before all over her thighs and panties too. She did not say a word about it. When I was done cumming she told me to stand up. With

my penis still dripping semen she gently wiped the cum off my stomach with the dampened white towel. She then stood up, slipped off her panties and put them into the hamper along with the towel. She looked me squarely in the eyes, putting her hands on my shoulders and told me to come to her and tell her anytime I was not feeling well. She then straightened her skirt and left the bathroom.

I quickly took her place on the toilet. My bowels exploded into the toilet, with a loud splashing sound, It felt so good to me to be able to release that enema in private especially after what had just happened between my aunt and myself. I quickly put on my pajamas and fled to my bedroom. Only after several hours did I feel comfortable enough to think about what had just

happened. Oh God it was great! I complained of many "tummy aches" when Aunt Debbie was watching me. This and acts very similar took place many, many times over that summer until my uncle Phil and his hot looking wife Debbie moved far away and I only saw them at holidays.