good I could hardly stand it. I reached back and spread my buttocks apart with my hands so he could get it in me deeper and bent down until my head was on his bed. All the while he kept giving it to me, driving it up me as far as it would go, pulling it out almost all the way, and then driving it back in again, slipping it in and out, real fast. This terrific sensation began to build up in me every time he did it. It was unbelievable. “'Like it?' he gasped.
“'Oh yes,' I moaned. 'Please keep doing it. Don't ever stop. Ohhhhh, I love it, I love it!'
“He kept shoving it to me and shoving it, and I learned how to push back and forth, too, with my fanny. Ohhh, it was good. Then I felt his wienie pulsating and warm stuff squirting up me.
“'What's happening?' I whispered.
“'I'm shooting off in you,' he moaned.
“Finally, he pulled it out, and when I reached back I found that my buttocks were just wet with this stuff that smelled like Clorox and was sticky and gooey.
“'What did you do in me?' I asked.
“'I shot off,' he moaned.
“'Does that mean I'll have a baby?'
“ 'No, silly, that's the wrong hole for that.'
“'I guess I'd better go to bed,' I said.
“'Yeah.'
“He pulled his pajama pants back on and climbed back in bed. He was all worn out, and I was sort of tired, too. I hadn't had a climax exactly then, but it had felt real nice, and I understood now why kids did it.
“I went to the bathroom and washed myself off back there and then went to bed. Boy, that had really been something. I knew that I wanted to do it again.
“The next morning I woke up pretty late and had my shower and got dressed. Later, I felt that I had to go to the toilet, but I couldn't go. My rear felt stuck, and I remembered all the juice that Don had pumped into me. And then I had an idea. I really felt now that I wanted something pushed up my rear end again, so I decided to see if I could talk Mom into giving me an enema.
“I've always liked enemas, but I really didn't know why until Don fucked me in the rear. It all started when I was eleven.
“Another girl and I, her name was Ginny, used to play in a little shed on a vacant lot. One Saturday Ginny and I went over there to play house and when we opened the door there was her brother Allen with his pants off trying to stick a candle up his ass. We just stood there in the doorway bug-eyed, and then we burst into hysterics. Poor Allen was so flustered. The candle was still up his ass and he'd taken his pants off so that he was bare from the waist down.
“It was about the first time that I'd seen a boy up close, so I could really see what he looked like. Don was my brother, of course, but except when we were real little we never saw each other naked. I used to wonder what he looked like undressed and sometimes I'd try to peek in when he was having his bath or something, but I never did really get a good look at him in front.
“Allen's wienie was as hard as a rock. It stuck out in front, and then there were those round balls underneath. I was absolutely fascinated and kept staring at him. I was also fascinated by his bare bottom and the way the candle looked disappearing in between his buttocks. I think buttocks are awfully fascinating; to me that's the sexiest part of a person, his buttocks.
“'What the heck are you doing?' I asked, giggling away.
“'He's trying to screw himself. Can't you see?' said Ginny. She was giggling, too. We were both in hysterics, and there was Allen, red-faced, trying to pull the candle out of his ass and put his pants back on all at the same time, and blubbering at us not to tell anybody.
“'Let's make a daisy chain,' Ginny said.
“'What's that?' I wanted to know.
“She said, 'Allen can cornhole me, and then, while he's doing it, you stick the candle up his ass. Then he'll cornhole you and I'll stick the candle up his ass.'
“Allen was enthusiastic, but I was confused. “'What's “cornhole”?' I asked.
“'It's when a boy shoves his prick up somebody's ass,' Ginny said. 'Allen and I do that all the time.'
“'But why don't you screw the regular way?' I asked.
“'We can't get it in,' she said.
“'I never had it up your ass either,' said Allen. 'Come on,' he added, 'get undressed. I don't want to be the only one without his pants on.'
“'Okay,' said Ginny, cheerfully, and took off her shorts and panties; I felt kind of shy at first, but I took off mine, too, and there the three of us were with our bare asses.
“'Stick the candle up my ass,' Ginny told Allen, and pushed her rump in his face.
“I watched.
“'Ow, that hurts,' she said when he tried to stick it in.
“'It'll hurt at first,' he said, 'especially if you don't bend down enough. You got to bend down more.'
“Ginny spread her legs apart, bent way down, and grabbed her ankles. I could see her asshole. Allen poked the candle against it and started moving it in and out. I could see it start to go in. It just about drove me wild. I wished it was going in me, even though Ginny kept yelling, 'Ow!' and griping about how much it hurt. I noticed she didn't do anything to stop him from shoving it in, though. He got it about halfway in and then she told him to stop a minute because she was getting a cramp from bending over. She straightened up and Allen and I kept staring at the candle in her ass and how it disappeared up the crack. She had sort of plump cheeks and they just sort of folded around the candle. I asked her how it felt, and she said it felt good. Then I asked her if she'd stick it in me, only I wanted her to do it and not Allen, because he was a boy.
“She pulled the candle out of her ass, and I turned around and bent over, way down, like she had, and with my legs apart. Then all of a sudden we heard voices outside.
“'Oh, geez, somebody's coming!' said Allen, and we really went into a panic getting our clothes back on. It was just in time, too, because an old man stuck his head in the door and wanted to know what we were doing in there.
“'Just playing,' said Ginny, but I don't think he believed her the way he looked.
“'Well, you better get out of here and go play somewhere else,' he said, and we scrammed out of there and lit for home.
“I was really hard up after that. I'd wanted that candle in me in the worst way, and I kept imagining what it would be like to be cornholed. I kept noticing kids' rear ends, too, when we went swimming, and wondered what they looked like bare-assed. But I never said anything about it to anybody, because I was awfully shy, really. I know what I just told doesn't sound like it, but it's true. I was.
“Then something happened to really send me off after school started. I have an older sister, Jane, and she was about eighteen then, and going to university. We never got along very well. Jane was always sort of stuck up and everything. But I guess one of the main reasons I didn't like her is because Dad and Mom both liked her better than me. I hadn't really figured that out then, of course, but it always seemed like she got more stuff than I did and they made more of a fuss over her, especially Mom. If I got sick or something Mom just gave me a dose of something and didn't make all that much of a fuss. Anyway, I practically never got sick. But Jane was always getting sick. She had a lot of intestinal trouble, and Mom was always making a fuss, always wanting to know if she'd gone to the bathroom and all that stuff. I always found it sort of disgusting.
“Anyhow, I came home from school this one day just as Mom was taking Jane in the bathroom. I had a funny feeling that Mom was going to give her an enema so I decided to stick around and peek through the crack in the door and see if I could see her getting it.
“I took off my shoes and sneaked up to the bathroom door and tried looking through the crack in the door. What I saw just about drove me out of my mind. There was Jane with her dress up and her panties down, bending over with her big rear end right in front of me, absolutely naked bare, two big round white cheeks, and Mom was shoving the enema tube up her ass. I was just hypnotized. Mom kept shoving it in and in. She must have shoved it up her a mile. I envied Jane so much, wished it was me getting it, and I kept wondering what it felt like to have a tube pushed up your ass like that. Then they moved away from where I could see.
“After that, all I could think about was what it would be like to be given an enema. I'd never had one, although Mom was always giving them to Jane. I figured Jane was lucky, and I wondered what she thought about it,
