And this is how it all began!
And this is how it all began!
Many times, I have heard the late Glen Fry say in concert introducing the Eagles first hit. "And this is how it all began." I'm paraphrasing his words.
My mother for whatever reason or reasons believed that an enema was the number one cure-all for just about everything so I was no stranger to the nozzle as a child. I, of course, like most children hated enemas in the beginning; however, sometime before adolescences, I learn to cooperation and even took some pride in how I took them.
At 19, being in North Dallas, I had three loves: boys, golf, and the Dallas Cowboys. I merely point this out for I was not the type to be indoors on a Saturday afternoon. Usually, I was on the golf course or practice tee as we lived beside a golf course. However, on the fateful Saturday that started my journey, it was raining and raining hard. My 18 year old sister Amy and I were up in our rooms on the third floor of the house. Mother was at some meeting. Dad was either at work or the club getting ready for an afternoon of watching football.
I was reading my room when Amy sashayed in exclaiming that she was bored. We were making sister talk regarding our plans for the evening, boys etc. When she looked up at my picture of the Cowboys on the wall and began inspecting it. She exclaimed. “I’d let any man in that picture take down my pants!” I snapped, “Amy Elizabeth, you hussy!” She countered. “You would too and you know it!” I retorted. “I would not!” After a little more badgering, she exclaimed. “Frankly I would love to see you cumming your ass off!” I shouted. “Well, you’re not!” Then she sat on the bed and exclaimed, “God I’m bored and I’ve got the blahs!” I cautioned. “Don’t let mom hear that unless you want an enema.” She looked me rather strangely and replied, “That's exactly what I need.” Then she added, “Would you like to give me one?” I couldn’t believe my ears and I said the only thing that came to my mind. “What?” Amy retorted. “You heard me the first time. I need an enema and I asked if you would give me one.” Now I must confess that I had fantasized about giving enemas but mostly to boys or girls that I didn’t like. Now my sister offered a way to fulfill my fantasy. Cautiously and perhaps even more tentatively for I didn’t know if Amy was seriously or not, I replied, “If you want me to, I will.” Amy exclaimed. “Let’s get ‘er done!”
She got up off the bed and made the way to the door. I wavered again not sure if she was serious or not. She turned and said. “Let’s go! We’re not going to do it here.” As we were making our way to the bathroom she grabbed a muscles massager from the dad’s exercise room. I asked, “What are you doing with that?” She merely countered. “You’ll see!” When we got to the bathroom downstairs, she opened the bathroom closet. Of course, the open top, red fountain syringe was hanging on the back of the door. She replaced the vaginal nozzle with the nozzle mother used for enemas, which was not the traditional, straight, rectal nozzle that comes with the bag but a long, flexible, straight nozzle with a bulbous tip. Some called this type of nozzle a barium nozzle. She said. “You better lock the door. In case, someone comes home unexpectedly.” Then she added, “Better safe than sorry.” I did as instructed and Amy began mixing the enema with warm water, baking soda, and salt.
When the bag was filled she hung it on a hook on the wall then she laid the bath mat down. She laughed and exclaimed. “I guess it time to get my pants down.” I giggled and wanted to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming. As she was kneeling down into what ended in the medically recommended knee-chest position, she instructed that the Vaseline was on the sink. Then she added. After you lube the nozzle, if you want me to lube myself, I will.” I declined and said. “No, I can do it.” As I parted Amy’s divide and lubed her anus, I couldn’t resist the urge to insert my finger a little into her. Amy declared, with a snicker. “I said. Lube me not finger me.” Then she added. ‘Actually, it feels good.” (I going to pause a moment here and reflect on some observations and feelings which I think are important. I can’t overemphasize enormity on the situation. First, I had never seen a person like this. Second, I was amazed at how warm Amy was. Third, when I slid my finger into her anal opening, although the passageway was tight, it almost felt as the walls were tightening around my finger.) When I replace my finger with the nozzle, Amy instructed me to move in and out slowly as I increased the depth.
After I had the nozzle buried to its full length, I asked. “Are you ready for me to start?” Amy retorted. “Fill ‘er up!” We both laughed at her remark. As I started the flow, Amy reached for the muscle massager, turned it on and began to work it under her. While I knew what she was doing, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I might add here that the massager had various tips. Amy had the smallest tip, the one that you use to get at a very small point. Amy instructed. “Move the nozzle in and out in a piston-like manner.” I did as bid. Soon she was oohing and ahhing exclaiming phrases like “It feels so good” and “How I need this.” As the water continued to flow inside her and manipulated the nozzle, she seemed to increase the speed of the circular motion of the makeshift vibrator. Finally, she let out an “Oh my God!” and her body began shaking. Again although I knew what was happening, I couldn’t believe it.
After I withdrew the nozzle, and Amy was seated on the toilet, I started to excuse myself to give her some privacy, however, she urged me to stay. I was ill at ease as I saw her making faces and ejecting the water into the toilet bowl. Finally, Amy asked with a smile. “Did you see me cum?” I answered with a naughty giggle. “Not only saw but heard.” We both chortled. When she was done expelling, she asked. “Do you want me to do you?” Although I vacillated, I really did; however, I guess that I didn’t want to appear too eager. After a little coaxing, I conceded.
About the only difference between my description and my experience on the receiving end is that Amy controlled both the massager and nozzle. She also talked about sex saying this is the best way (position) to give yourself to a boy. Imagine that dreamy Phil behind you pumping you. Amy gave me my first real orgasm. I might have had some minor eruptions but nothing as major what I experienced at my sister's hand.
