“'Bend down, honey,' Eileen whispered in a froggy voice.
“Without replying, and with her face turned away from us, Sheila obediently did as she was told.
“'Way down, dear, bend way down.'
“Sheila did, and the crack between her buttocks widened. We could, of course, have given her the enema in bed, which is what you're supposed to do, or lying on her side on the floor, but giving it to her bending over seemed much more erotic to us.
“Very slowly and very very gently, Eileen inserted the tube. She separated the girl's buttocks with her thumb and forefinger, and, by peering intently, I could just make out her very tight little anus. It was just gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous when the tube snaked between her buttocks and slid in. I don't think there's anything as beautiful as a very young girl being given an enema, a long tube disappearing up between her bare buttocks. I almost came, I was so excited. I wanted to be Sheila getting it and me watching it all at the same time.
“'Now, does that hurt?' Eileen asked.
“'No, it's all right,' Sheila answered in a very little voice.
“Very slowly, and very gently, Eileen now began to slide the tube up into the girl's rectum. It slithered in very easily. Sheila made no response, but continued to bend, accommodating, clutching her skirt high. I glanced at her face to see what effect it was having on her, but she was completely impassive. Eileen slid the tube in further. The girl's cheeks were so creamy white and round, and the dark red tube sliding up between them looked unbelievably gorgeous. I could tell from the look on Eileen's face that she was on the verge of orgasm, just like me. I was longing to know if Sheila was enjoying it, and wishing that she was.
“Eileen pushed the foot-and-a-half of colon tube up Sheila and then had her lie down on the green rug on the bathroom floor, curled with her knees up almost to her chin. I continued to hold the bag with the tube running down from it and into Sheila. It was sort of like filling a gas tank in the car at the filling station, and I can't go to a garage now, or see gas pumps, without feeling sort of erotic.
“The little girl was very calm and patient as she took the enema. She just lay there with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. None of us said a word. The water drained out of the bag and, sooner than Eileen or I wished, it was flat and empty. I thought about the tube and water up Sheila, how it probably felt, and had a terrific orgasm, which I managed, however, to completely conceal.
“'I don't think I can hold anymore,' Sheila finally said.
“'It's all finished, baby,' Eileen answered and pulled out the tube.
“After it was all over, we put Sheila to bed for a while to rest, and then, when she was feeling better, we all went out to a restaurant for dinner and a show at Rockefeller Center. None of us made the slightest mention of the enema. That night, however, Eileen really banged me up the backside with the dildoe and we both had terrific orgasms. Even so, and even though I was really fantasizing and reliving the whole thing, I never breathed a word about it to Eileen, and she never said anything either. Two weeks later, Sheila was put on the plane for the coast, and that was that.”
Karen's case is illustrative of the kind of situation in which deviate sexual activity occurs within a fairly rigid moral structure. There is anything but promiscuity here. Instead, we find that the two young women enjoy a “conjugal” relationship in which the same rules of discretion, decency, and loyalty apply as in a heterosexual marriage situation. It would have been easy for them to have exploited Sheila, especially in view of the exceptional opportunity which her illness presented them with. Although the enema which they gave Sheila was to Karen a wholly erotic experience, she restrained herself, as did Eileen. The enema was administered correctly and without any overt sexual advances on the part of either girl, even though both were highly stimulated by it.
What this illustrates is the fact that sex deviates are not necessarily less moral than normal people. They do not necessarily insist on a different code, but apply to themselves the same restraints and considerations of responsibility that apply to others. This is not to say that deviation is an ideal situation, or to agree with Andre Gide's praise of pederasty as a preferable form of sexuality. All deviations are regressive and, for that reason alone, less than desirable. Karen's case does show, however, that deviates can and do live quite normal and ethical lives, that they are often unselfish and sensitive to others.
CHAPTER FOUR
PEGGY
“I got started on this stuff when I was about fifteen, and it was because of this other girl, Dorothy. I really blame her. Over in Honolulu, when I was going to school, we used to go exploring in this place behind the jungle gym. First Dorothy and Pd fool around on that, and then we found all these paths and used to follow them to see where they went. Each time we'd take a different one. That part was okay, but then it ended up sort of weird.
“We found a clear place in the bushes back there. Nothing was around but all this thick undergrowth, so that we were pretty safe back there. I'm part Japanese and part haole, which is what they call white people in the islands. Dorothy is all haole. Her father was a captain in the Coast Guard.
“One time we just started fooling around. We were back there in that little safe place during lunch recess. I was lying on my back, all stretched out, watching the clouds float overhead, and Dorothy was sitting next to me.
“Suddenly she asked me if I ever finger-poked. I didn't even know what she was talking about. She laughed and said it was real nice, and if I wanted she'd show me.
“I felt sort of curious, but I also had a feeling that it was something bad.
“'What do I have to do?' I asked suspiciously.
“'Pull up your dress and take your panties down,' she said.
“'Oh no,' I said indignantly. 'That's bad, and I'm not going to do anything bad.'
“'What's bad about it?' she snorted. 'I'm a girl, too.'
“'I don't know… It just is.'
“'Suit yourself,' she said with a shrug.
“I should have let the whole darned thing drop right there, but I was curious, so I said, 'If I undress like you say, what are you going to do?'
“'That's for me to know and you to find out,' she teased.
“I thought about it for a moment, and I kept getting these crazy thoughts. I had no idea what she had in mind, or what this 'finger poke' meant, although I could sort of guess. I thought about it quite a bit, and then I just sort of impulsively decided to go along with it and see what happened.
“'Well, okay,' I said.
“'You have to pull your dress up and take your pants down first,' she said.
“I hesitated a moment, then raised up and slid my skirt up high and then pulled down my panties. The cool grass felt nice on my bare butt and it was exciting just to be undressed and anticipating something.
“'Spread your legs apart,' she ordered.
“A little reluctantly I did. Then I felt her finger on me, right on my clitoris. She started rubbing it real fast. It was terrific. I'd never had anything happen to me like that, and to my enormous surprise it felt good, real good.
“'Hey, what are you doing?' I exclaimed.
“'Relax and take it easy,' she said. 'I'm in charge down here.'
“It felt funny, her finger going up and down, especially when she started pumping. It was terrific.
“'Do you like it?' she asked.
“'Oh, yeah,' I gasped. 'It's nice.' And it was nice. I'd never felt anything like it in my life, and I really enjoyed it. Then it started feeling absolutely marvelous, like nothing I'd ever imagined, really building up, and I started moaning. 'Ooooooh, it feels good!' over and over again. It built up and built up and then I popped. It was the first time I ever came.
