just shot up me like a red-hot poker.
“'Is it in?' he said.
“'Oh boy, I'll say!' I said. It didn't really hurt, because he didn't have a very thick dong. Or really, I should say, it hurt, but I sorta liked it. It really felt great. I would liked to have had him leave it in, because I liked the way it felt in there, but he pulled it out, and I straightened up.
“'Do it again,' I said, and bent over again. This time it went in real easy. It just slid in. It was really neat. I just loved it. It felt like I really had something back there. It was really in. 'Leave it in,' I begged, but he pulled it out.
“'Lie down and let me screw you the regular way,' he said in this tense voice.
“I was all for trying that, so I lay down on my back on the bathroom floor and spread my legs apart like you're supposed to. And he lay down on top of me. But it was the same old stuff again. He couldn't get it in. We tried vaseline and everything, but it still wouldn't work.
“'You're too small,' he said.
“'Stick it up my ass again,' I said, 'and this time leave it in.'
“We decided to do it dog-fashion this time. At least, that's what he called it. And I got down on all fours and he got behind me and shoved it up my ass again. I loved feeling it go in. He pulled it out and pushed it up in again. He didn't try to pump or anything. Then, finally, he asked me to jerk him off. I didn't know what that meant, but he showed me how to hold his dick and rub it. He started getting excited, and then this white stuff spurted out of his dong. After that he wasn't interested in fooling around anymore, even though I was, and we finally went to bed.
“I didn't see Billy for a couple of months after that night. They lived upstate and we were on Long Island. But one time, at the end of the summer, they came down and visited us again, for a weekend, and we went out to Montauk Point to have a picnic. We went swimming and all that stuff, and then we went off down the beach, climbing on the rocks and all that.
“'Do you want to fuck?' I asked.
“'Naw,' he said, 'you're too little.' And then he told me he was going out with a girl, and that he didn't want to do any dirty stuff anymore. The regular way was okay, but not in the ass.
“I should have been humiliated, but instead I wanted it so bad that I started to peel down my swimsuit and begged him to fuck me.
“'Okay, bend over,' he said reluctantly. I did, and he started pushing his dong into my ass. We'd been swimming, and we were both wet. His dong rubbed up in me. He had to sort of work it in.
“'Is it in?' he asked.
“'Yes. It's going in.'
“'You've got to bend over some more,' he said.
“I did. I bent just about double, and he pushed his dong all the way up as far as it would go. It felt awfully good and I wished he'd leave it in, but like the last time, he pulled it out.
“'My poor prick,' he said.
“'Do it again,' I begged; but he said, 'No, it's dirty. I don't ever want to do it that way again.'
“Not long after that, Jane and I started fooling around with the enema thing. It happened one summer when we were at the cottage. There are a lot of old people in this place where my parents insist on spending their vacation. I hate it. There aren't too many kids, and there really isn't anything to do except go to the drive-in movie, or, if you dig the great outdoors, which I don't particularly, you can go boating and stuff. Most of the boys are real creeps.
“After Mom gave me that enema I started fooling around with the enema thing myself. Whenever my folks would go out, I'd go in the bathroom, strip naked, and try to give myself an enema. I'd keep getting water on the floor, though, and it was hard to get the nozzle in myself and keep it in there.
“Then one day Jane caught me. I thought she'd gone over to the lake with Mom and Dad, but she hadn't. I was down on all fours on the bathroom floor, naked, trying to stick the enema nozzle up my fanny when I heard a sound behind me, and there was Jane. Her eyes were as big as saucers.
“'What the hell are you doing?' she demanded.
“I pulled out the tube and sat up. Boy, was my face red.
“'What does it look like, dummy?' I retorted. 'I'm taking an enema.'
“'What are you doing that for?' she asked. 'Are you sick?'
“'No,' I said, 'I'm not sick.' I don't know why I had to be so darned honest. All I had to say was I was sick and that would have been okay. I'm dumb sometimes.
“'Let's play nurse,' she suddenly said with a grin. 'I'll be the nurse and you can be the patient.' We used to play that when we were little.
“'Okay,' I said. “Then I'll be the nurse and you can be the patient.' And we both started to giggle.
“Jane stripped so that we were both naked, and I lay down on the floor on my tummy with my legs apart. Jane started shoving the tube up my bottom. We took the nozzle off and smeared vaseline on the tube first. Boy, it was wonderful! Wow! While she was pushing it in me, she turned the water works on, and then she started finger- poking me. That was really good. I just kept groaning and wiggling and squirming around because it felt so good, begging her to really ram the tube all the way up my rear and all that. I just loved it. She kept telling me how beautiful my bottom looked with the tube going up. She was really enjoying giving me the enema as much as I enjoyed taking it. She pushed the tube way way up me, or so it seemed, and I could feel it going in all the way. It goes in sort of tight at first because it has to get through your rectum, and that's very tight, then it suddenly sort of bursts through into your bowel, and after that it just slithers in, and that's the part that feels so good, especially when somebody is finger-poking you at the same time.
“Afterwards I gave Jane an enema the same way. I made her lie down on her stomach with her legs apart, and, while I was pushing the tube up her, I gave her a good finger-poking. She was like me. She just went crazy and kept begging me to really shove it way up in.
“When it was all over, we got dressed, cleaned everything up, and were just sticking the syringe back in the closet when our folks came up the drive. They wondered why we were so red in the face and tired, but we told them we'd been out playing tennis, which they said was a dumb thing to do because it was so hot.
“Jane and I talked more than we'd ever done before. She and I had never been particularly close, but now we were. She told me that she'd faked most of the times when Mom had given her enemas, and that she sort of thought Mom was getting something out of giving them to her, but she hadn't been really sure. Then we talked about Don, and I told her about what he and I had done, and she was just fascinated.
“'Oh, I've always wanted to be screwed in the ass!' she exclaimed. 'I wonder if he'd do it to me.'
“'Why don't we all fool around together,' I suggested.
“'Oh yes, let's,' she said with enthusiasm.
“About a week later Dad and Mom went to the city for the day leaving the three of us alone. In the morning we walked down to the lake and swam around awhile and then we came back. On the way back we started talking about sex, and I finally came right out with it, about Don and me, and also about what Jane and I had done, so that all three of us now knew.
“'Let's do it,' I said. 'As soon as we get home, let's do it, all three of us. First Don can cornhole Jane and while he's doing it to her I'll give him an enema.'
“But Don said nix on that. He didn't want anything up his ass, he said, and anyway, he wanted to screw the regular way and none of this rear-end stuff. Jane and I weren't too enthusiastic about that, because-suppose something happened and one of us got pregnant. He talked us into it, though. We were both curious to try almost anything and that included regular, of course. It would be a way of finding out if we were as queer as we were afraid we were. That part bothers me a little, I mean about being queer.
“As soon as we were home, the three of us stripped naked and started fooling around. I sucked Don's prick so that it became as hard as a rock and he gave us a trip around the world each. He started licking around our tits, our nipples and everything, and then worked down and down until he was sucking and licking us around our pussies and then our assholes. It was terrific. I'd never had anything like that before and neither had Jane. We both came, but we were so excited that we still wanted more even after we'd come.
“Then Don started screwing Jane. They did it the old-fashioned way first, him on top and her underneath. That's about the dullest way to make love that I can imagine. I think Jane thought so, too. I don't know why adults
