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Erotic sex stories of lesbian enemas

Erotic sex stories of lesbian enemas

Lesbian Sex Lesbian Enema Ch. As the fog cleared I became aware of a sticky feeling between my legs and raised the sheet to look. The shock of seeing my shaved pubic area and realizing the sticky feeling was from my own juices that caked my inner thighs brought it all back.

Another woman had fondled the most intimate parts of my body and made love to me. It was humiliating to think I not only let Marty do that to me but she had driven me to an soul wrenching orgasm in the process. My tits ached and my nipples were sore but there was an odd sweetness to the fatigue that I felt. Probably the most unerving memory of last night was when she gave me the enema and how utterly humiliated I felt. Not that it hurt, actually it wasn't even unpleasent and I finally had to admit it gave me oddly erotic feeling of deep warmth.

But just the idea of being given an enema like she did was still hard to deal with. The whole night with Marty was almost like being raped yet ashamed to admit you had enjoyed it.

The smell of fresh coffee filled the room a moment as Marty came in carrying a two big mugs. She was wearing only a little thigh length robe that provided an ample view of her shapely legs as she moved and when she sat on the bed the top opened enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of her tits. I could feel myself blushing. I've never done anything like that before. How do you feel? Marty kissed the back of my neck before saying, "I know just what you need to make you feel like a million.

You lay still and I'll take care of you. Without another word, she went into the bathroom. I heard water running but paid no attention as I lay there with my eyes closed. A moment later she returned with a hot washcloth and some towels. In spite of what happened last night, I offered no resistance when she spread my legs and began cleaning my dried juices from my thighs.

It did feel good but it had made me so sensitive that I started getting wet very quickly. Marty rolled me back over on my tummy and I closed my eyes.

I assumed she was getting another warm cloth to wipe the back of my legs when she got up and I heard water running in the bathroom again.

When she returned she started rubbing my back with lotion. It felt so good I quickly relaxed as she spread the lotion farther and farther down my back and then over my buns. Her finger glided smoothly over my anus with just a little pressure. As she rubbed my anus with increasing pressure I knew what she was going to do and began whimpering softly. I felt her finger penetrate me slowly and gently but I gasp as it went in and my body tensed up. Slowly she started stroking my twitching ass, each push going deeper until her finger was buried.

I could feel her finger going all the way into my rectum. The same feelings from the last night came back. I was ashamed at letting another woman do this to me but more so that it felt good. For several minutes I lay there while Marty deeply fingered my ass.

Each time she penetrated me she ran another finger through my slit and into my pussy. I was getting very wet, my body twisted slowly each time she entered me and I couldn't help it. That's what made me embarrassed again. Slowly she removed her finger and a sigh escaped my lips.

Then I felt it again, like last night, cold and hard pressing on my anus. I knew what it was and started crying softly as I felt it sliding into me. I don't know, maybe I wanted to feel it again. It has some baking soda to get your system back to normal. Just relax and let it go in.

You'll see how good it feels. An instant later I felt the first surge of warm water enter my rectum. At first my hips jerked and twisted as the enema started but with her urging I started to relax. I could feel the nozzle inside me and feel the warm water hitting the walls of my rectum.

It must have been going in very slowly because I could gradually feel the warmth spreading up into my body and there was no cramping like before. I stopped crying, except for a little whimper every now and then as a pleasent feeling crept through me. Marty was gently rubbing my belly.

Her hand went from the base of my tits down to my clean shaven mound. It was like she was teasing me and I couldn't stop my body from responding. She stroked the nozzle in and out of my ass. My tits felt so hot and my nipples were on fire. I could feel the juices in my pussy start to trickle out on my buns. Every time her hand went low on my belly my legs spread by themselves. As the enema continued, Marty was driving me to an orgasm and I couldn't stop it.

She cupped my left tit, then rolled the burning nipple between her fingers. My chest heaved up to her and, like a voice far away, I heard myself begging her to suck me. While she drew my nipple into her mouth her hand slipped between my legs.

I started wailing and gasping for breath when her finger slid up into my sopping wet pussy. My hips started bucking and I thrashed around on the bed. I had never been so overwhelmed by sensations in my life. Relentlessly she sucked my rock hard nipples and finger fucked me while the enema continued forcing its way deeper into my bowels. Gone was the humiliation I had felt about letting another woman do this to me. The torment reached its peak and I went crashing over the edge with a piercing scream.

The next thing I really remember was Marty slowly pulling the nozzle out of my ass and being suddenly aware of the pressure in my belly. I tried but the pressure was too much. I'd expel the two quarts of warm water I held on the bed if I didn't get to the toilet quickly.

Marty helped me up and into the bathroom while I clutched my aching belly. I sat panting on the toilet for a few seconds before the enema exploded out of me in a powerful gush that took my breath away. When I was finally empty I eased into a hot bath that Marty prepared.

I don't remember how long I lay there soaking in the tub before Marty hung the rinsed out and refilled bag on the curtain rod. It seemed all my modesty and inhabitions were gone as I let her spread my legs and slip the nozzle into my pussy for a warm soothing douche.

I hated to admit it but I felt refreshed and clean when I got out of the tub and dried off. I was tired but it was a nice kind of tired. For quite a while we lay together on the bed before Marty got up and went into the bathroom.

When she returned she was carrying the full enema bag and hung it up. With that she stretched out on the bed. In spite of my feeble protests, Marty had made love to me twice and clearly wanted me to return the service to her. Further, she wanted me to give her an enema. Enemas had always been, in my mind, what someone got when they were badly constipated and were of the utmost privacy.

They were something you absolutely never talked about and even the notion that a periodic enema was pleasing had never crossed my mind. Something else, it was obvious that to her enemas also had a very erotic nature. Marty had given me two enemas and in spite of my inhabitions and the humiliation I felt, I couldn't deny I had been sexually stimulated I started on her shoulders and back the way she had done.

As my hands worked closer to her firm buns I started trembling. Marty was starting to purr like a kitten as I rubbed the lotion on her ass. My hand was shaking so much I had trouble squirting some of the lotion in her crack and it ran down over her hole.

I had never touched another woman in my life and this was the moment of truth. Mustering my courage I began gently rubbing her anus with my finger. I could feel her muscle relaxing and while I closed my eyes I gave a tentative little push and my finger slipped in. It was so warm inside her, not what I expected. Before I really knew what I was doing I started stroking my finger in and out of Marty's anus while she moaned with delight.

I saw her anus flex slightly as it penetrated her and then it seemed to grip the nozzle. Her cleanly shaved pussy glistened from the juices that were already seeping from her vagina. I was terrified at what I was doing when I started massaging her belly with one hand while holding the nozzle firmly up her ass with the other.

My hand drifted up her firm stomach until I touched her breast. Marty's nipples were hard as rocks and she moaned softly as I rolled them between my trembling fingers.

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Erotic sex stories of lesbian enemas

Lesbian Sex Lesbian Enema Ch. As the fog cleared I became aware of a sticky feeling between my legs and raised the sheet to look. The shock of seeing my shaved pubic area and realizing the sticky feeling was from my own juices that caked my inner thighs brought it all back. Another woman had fondled the most intimate parts of my body and made love to me. It was humiliating to think I not only let Marty do that to me but she had driven me to an soul wrenching orgasm in the process.

My tits ached and my nipples were sore but there was an odd sweetness to the fatigue that I felt. Probably the most unerving memory of last night was when she gave me the enema and how utterly humiliated I felt.

Not that it hurt, actually it wasn't even unpleasent and I finally had to admit it gave me oddly erotic feeling of deep warmth. But just the idea of being given an enema like she did was still hard to deal with.

The whole night with Marty was almost like being raped yet ashamed to admit you had enjoyed it. The smell of fresh coffee filled the room a moment as Marty came in carrying a two big mugs. She was wearing only a little thigh length robe that provided an ample view of her shapely legs as she moved and when she sat on the bed the top opened enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of her tits.

I could feel myself blushing. I've never done anything like that before. How do you feel? Marty kissed the back of my neck before saying, "I know just what you need to make you feel like a million. You lay still and I'll take care of you. Without another word, she went into the bathroom. I heard water running but paid no attention as I lay there with my eyes closed. A moment later she returned with a hot washcloth and some towels. In spite of what happened last night, I offered no resistance when she spread my legs and began cleaning my dried juices from my thighs.

It did feel good but it had made me so sensitive that I started getting wet very quickly. Marty rolled me back over on my tummy and I closed my eyes.

I assumed she was getting another warm cloth to wipe the back of my legs when she got up and I heard water running in the bathroom again.

When she returned she started rubbing my back with lotion. It felt so good I quickly relaxed as she spread the lotion farther and farther down my back and then over my buns. Her finger glided smoothly over my anus with just a little pressure.

As she rubbed my anus with increasing pressure I knew what she was going to do and began whimpering softly. I felt her finger penetrate me slowly and gently but I gasp as it went in and my body tensed up. Slowly she started stroking my twitching ass, each push going deeper until her finger was buried. I could feel her finger going all the way into my rectum. The same feelings from the last night came back. I was ashamed at letting another woman do this to me but more so that it felt good.

For several minutes I lay there while Marty deeply fingered my ass. Each time she penetrated me she ran another finger through my slit and into my pussy. I was getting very wet, my body twisted slowly each time she entered me and I couldn't help it. That's what made me embarrassed again. Slowly she removed her finger and a sigh escaped my lips. Then I felt it again, like last night, cold and hard pressing on my anus.

I knew what it was and started crying softly as I felt it sliding into me. I don't know, maybe I wanted to feel it again. It has some baking soda to get your system back to normal. Just relax and let it go in. You'll see how good it feels. An instant later I felt the first surge of warm water enter my rectum. At first my hips jerked and twisted as the enema started but with her urging I started to relax.

I could feel the nozzle inside me and feel the warm water hitting the walls of my rectum. It must have been going in very slowly because I could gradually feel the warmth spreading up into my body and there was no cramping like before. I stopped crying, except for a little whimper every now and then as a pleasent feeling crept through me. Marty was gently rubbing my belly. Her hand went from the base of my tits down to my clean shaven mound.

It was like she was teasing me and I couldn't stop my body from responding. She stroked the nozzle in and out of my ass. My tits felt so hot and my nipples were on fire. I could feel the juices in my pussy start to trickle out on my buns.

Every time her hand went low on my belly my legs spread by themselves. As the enema continued, Marty was driving me to an orgasm and I couldn't stop it. She cupped my left tit, then rolled the burning nipple between her fingers. My chest heaved up to her and, like a voice far away, I heard myself begging her to suck me. While she drew my nipple into her mouth her hand slipped between my legs. I started wailing and gasping for breath when her finger slid up into my sopping wet pussy.

My hips started bucking and I thrashed around on the bed. I had never been so overwhelmed by sensations in my life. Relentlessly she sucked my rock hard nipples and finger fucked me while the enema continued forcing its way deeper into my bowels. Gone was the humiliation I had felt about letting another woman do this to me. The torment reached its peak and I went crashing over the edge with a piercing scream. The next thing I really remember was Marty slowly pulling the nozzle out of my ass and being suddenly aware of the pressure in my belly.

I tried but the pressure was too much. I'd expel the two quarts of warm water I held on the bed if I didn't get to the toilet quickly. Marty helped me up and into the bathroom while I clutched my aching belly. I sat panting on the toilet for a few seconds before the enema exploded out of me in a powerful gush that took my breath away.

When I was finally empty I eased into a hot bath that Marty prepared. I don't remember how long I lay there soaking in the tub before Marty hung the rinsed out and refilled bag on the curtain rod.

It seemed all my modesty and inhabitions were gone as I let her spread my legs and slip the nozzle into my pussy for a warm soothing douche. I hated to admit it but I felt refreshed and clean when I got out of the tub and dried off. I was tired but it was a nice kind of tired.

For quite a while we lay together on the bed before Marty got up and went into the bathroom. When she returned she was carrying the full enema bag and hung it up. With that she stretched out on the bed. In spite of my feeble protests, Marty had made love to me twice and clearly wanted me to return the service to her.

Further, she wanted me to give her an enema. Enemas had always been, in my mind, what someone got when they were badly constipated and were of the utmost privacy. They were something you absolutely never talked about and even the notion that a periodic enema was pleasing had never crossed my mind. Something else, it was obvious that to her enemas also had a very erotic nature.

Marty had given me two enemas and in spite of my inhabitions and the humiliation I felt, I couldn't deny I had been sexually stimulated I started on her shoulders and back the way she had done. As my hands worked closer to her firm buns I started trembling. Marty was starting to purr like a kitten as I rubbed the lotion on her ass. My hand was shaking so much I had trouble squirting some of the lotion in her crack and it ran down over her hole. I had never touched another woman in my life and this was the moment of truth.

Mustering my courage I began gently rubbing her anus with my finger. I could feel her muscle relaxing and while I closed my eyes I gave a tentative little push and my finger slipped in. It was so warm inside her, not what I expected. Before I really knew what I was doing I started stroking my finger in and out of Marty's anus while she moaned with delight.

I saw her anus flex slightly as it penetrated her and then it seemed to grip the nozzle. Her cleanly shaved pussy glistened from the juices that were already seeping from her vagina. I was terrified at what I was doing when I started massaging her belly with one hand while holding the nozzle firmly up her ass with the other. My hand drifted up her firm stomach until I touched her breast. Marty's nipples were hard as rocks and she moaned softly as I rolled them between my trembling fingers.

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  1. If Marty insisted, I knew I'd be given another enema but I shook my head. She briefly arched her back, then suddenly reached up with both hands and grabbed my head.

  2. Finally I stopped struggling. I stopped crying, except for a little whimper every now and then as a pleasent feeling crept through me.

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