Sandriel


Views: 8511 Created: 2007.11.07 Updated: 2007.11.07

Her Enema

Her Enema

by Sandriel

Firm bottom cheeks atop shapely thighs. Her cheeks part to reveal a delicate puckered aperture, darker in color than the surrounding flesh. She shivers and the fine hairs on her cheeks rise. The portal quivers and twitches. She knows what's coming next.

Cold! She gasps at the chill of the slick gel that slides down the cleft between her buttocks. A gloved finger slides between those creamy foothills in the narrow valley, seeking the portal at the heart of the cleft. It gently presses at the gateway and is admitted. Slowly, the glistening digit penetrates, past the first sphincter, then the second. She moans, half in protest, half in surprise at the unexpected pleasure of the intrusion.

The finger begins to withdraw - slowly, teasingly. She shudders and the rose-hued portal tenses around the gloved finger. A sweet, musky aroma rises from the soft, golden-furred cleft only partially concealed by the folds of her thighs. Almost as if the owner of that digit could sense her thoughts, it pauses just inside her and rotates from side to side. The delicate folds of her anus twitch then clench the intruder in a tight, warm embrace. Almost imperceptibly, she raises her haunches. Thus encouraged, the probing finger plunges deep inside her again. She feels the knuckles of the hand resting against her inner cheeks. She is filled and fulfilled. Slowly, the finger withdraws again, as if reluctant to leave the comforting warmth of her bowels. The finger is removed and she is empty once again.

She waits, alone, for the moment and delightfully exposed as she spreads her legs in anticipation of what will come. The lubricating gel feels slick, wet, and cool. She hears firm footsteps behind her. Running water. She can smell the sharp scent of soap. Her muscles tense. A sweet pressure radiate through her loins. The pitch of the water changes, and it is deeper and muffled. The bag is filling. She can almost see the slightly shiny surface of the red bag distending as it fills with water. Soon, her belly will swell in a similar fashion, filled with warm, soap-scented water. She pictures the long, black, snake-like rubber tube that originates from the bag and ends in a green nozzle with a wicked-looking flared tip. It and her bottom are old friends with a long and intimate history between them.

Footsteps. He has returned. She can hear the water sloshing inside the rubber bag. A firm hand rests on her upturned cheeks, which are soon spread once more. She raises her hips slightly. Soon, soon! The green nozzle glints as the lubricating gel is applied. It is placed against the delicate anal folds. It pauses there. She twitches her bottom from side to side and arches her bottom backward, onto the tip. The tip slides easily into her warm depths. She gives a soft cry and twists slowly against the intruder, and she hears a soft click and a flooding warmth in her bowels. Her cunt is throbbing and the sweet nectar of her arousal glistens. A dainty finger slips down toward her clit and begins to rub. She backs against the nozzle. She is hungry for it - hungry to be filled. The water is filling her, fulfilling her. The long, green nozzle feels slick and hot in her rectum. She wants it so badly! She explodes into climax as the last of the water drains into her.

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