Part I

My goal was simple. I wanted my best friend Carol to get a chance to act in the term play. She was the lead’s understudy and hadn’t had the chance all year to get on stage. The lead, Jessica hadn’t missed a performance yet and the show was closing in a week. I was determined to get Carol a break, any way possible.

Since I was living in the same campus house as Jessica it was easy to gain her confidence while I set her up. It was all so easy. I had arranged for her to be invited by one of my friends to an after-hours party at one of the sorority houses. Causally letting her know I was invited to the same party I innocently accompanied her to the party. Once there I stayed in the background and watched my cleverly devised plan go to work.

From the moment Jessica walked into the party she was a dead duck. My cohorts in this crime quickly surrounded her pressing a can of spiked beer into her hand. Their orders were simple. I wanted them to keep feeding beer into Jessica until suds were coming out of her nose. I kept silent count as one by one Jessica downed each beer. Since each can of beer had been spiked with a shot of 180 proof vodka, it didn’t take very long for Jessica to get blitzed. But since I wanted to be sure she’d be in no condition to act tomorrow night, I just let them keep pumping it into her.

By the time we left the party, she could hardly walk and I was literally dragging her back to the dorm. By the time we got back to the house Jessica was so limp all I could do was heave her into her room’s window. She hit the floor with such a heavy thud I stuck my head in and whispered “Are you okay?” From the darkness erupted a loud belch followed by soft giggling. Yup, she was okay. Suddenly the light came on in the hallway and I ducked my head just a second before the room light flicked on. (more…)

The girl grew up according to the strict rules her parents observed. When she was eighteen years old and had just started Matric, her mother sent her off to their GP for a check-up.

She arrived at the doctor’s consulting room after school on a hot January afternoon. She had never met her parents’ new GP but gathered that he was a young recent graduate who had started practice in their home town.

Several other people were in the waiting room. The receptionist was an ancient old woman who ordered her to sit and wait her turn. The atmosphere in the waiting room did nothing to alleviate the hollow feeling at the pit of her stomach. Soon the heat in the waiting room had her thighs clinging together under the skirt of her school uniform.

After about half an hour the old woman said: “Famina, your turn. Knock before you enter and take your card with you.”

She did as she was instructed. (more…)

I’m a 20 year old Norwegian woman. I want to tell you of the experience that led me to the thrill and enjoyment of being an enema addict.

I remember it so well, my first experience with the pleasure of receiving a hot enema.

I was only eighteen years old, and had just had an accident on the downhill ski slopes. I was not feeling good at all. It had been a few days since the fall and I realized that I had to go see the doctor to have my leg examined. It was swollen and very painful. I called the hospital, and they asked me to come and see him the next morning. I was relieved that he was going to help me take the pain away.

My parents were away at work Since they did not think that the leg was badly injured, they said I could see the doctor by myself.

That morning I went into the bathroom and took a long, hot bath. It felt really good to be laying in the tub, feeling the hot water all over my body. I felt quite relaxed when I stood up from the tub and rubbed myself dry. (more…)

I would love to be picked up for the evening by my enema master…

We would go to a lovely motel with a huge four poster bed (all the better to hank the bag from).  The lighting would be soft
candle-light.

My enema master has obviously been to the room prior, since the candles are already lit when we enter the room.  I see a lovely silk robe laying across the huge bed. I am handed the robe and shown to the bathroom with instructions to strip and return to the bed.  I come out with the silk robe on and my nipples have become erect from the feel of the wonderful silk. 
  
My enema master is standing there in a black leather thong…… (more…)

 Since it is your birthday next week, I have decided that you should have a special experience to celebrate it.  I have arranged for you to spend a few days at a spa in the mountains of northern Nevada.  They specialize in the care and pampering of ladies from around the country, and due to their remote location, are not hampered by restrictive city ordinances.  I shall escort you, my darling, and will be available for your companionship at all times.

   “If you are finished with your packing, my darling, I will take your bags to the car and we can be off.  The flight leaves in less than two hours”   Finally boarding the Boeing 757 for a flight to Denver, and then transferring to another flight to Jackpot, Nevada, we settle back into the gray leather first class seats.  Sipping a glass of chilled wine as we continue to climb through the cloud layer to our final cruising level of 35,000 feet, you ask me, “Where are we going specifically, and what is this ‘special present’ all about.”  Smiling, I tell you it is to be a bit of a surprise, but that I think that you will enjoy it very much.

   Later that afternoon, the wheels of the plane touch down at Jackpot with a chirp, and we roll to a stop at the terminal.  Getting our single bags, we are met by a driver just outside, holding up a white card with our names on it.  “My dear, the driver will take us to the lodge, located in the town of Rowland.  It is about a 45 minute ride from here.”

   Continuing up the sinuous, winding road, we finally come around a bend and slow to a stop in front of a massive and elaborate set of double doors.  Our bags in hand, we pass through the doors to find ourselves in the courtyard of a modern, single level house of some sorts. A wooden bridge leads to the front door, as the ground drops to a lower level.  Beyond the first part of the house, another section or wing extends off behind some trees in the rear.  “I know you expected to find some log cabin out here my love, but not something transported from the pages of Sunset magazine!” (more…)

 Terri and Al had been planning this weekend for months.  In anticipation of the event, Terri went shopping at Victoria’s Secret and picked out a very sheer, demi-cup bra, a lacy black garter belt and a pair of very smooth black nylons.  She also stopped at the shoe shop and picked out a pair of 4″ spiked heals to complete her outfit.

On Saturday morning, Al picked Terri up.  Terry only took a small overnight case as she new that a massive wardrobe was not necessary for what they had planned.  As soon as she got into the car, Al could see that she was only wearing underwear under her trench coat.  The coat pealed back exposing her beautiful legs and Al’s hand quickly found the silky skin of her upper thighs at the top of her nylons.

But Al had a surprise for Terri too.  He reached into the center console and picked up the toy he had just purchased at the adult novelty store.  He easily inserted the vibrating egg into Terri’s wet cunt as she moaned and wiggled in delight.  Al clicked the buzzing device on and low hum filled the car as Terri gasped and rolled her eyes upward in pleasure. (more…)

Mary arrived early for her appointment and was ushered into the exam room by the nurse.  The young nurse handed Mary the exam gown and without a word the directions were issued and understood.  As the nurse left the room, Mary set down her purse and kicked off her shoes.

Mary slipped out of her dress and began to unbutton her blouse.  As she pulled the blouse from her shoulders, she glanced at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door.  She finished disrobing in front of the mirror next pulling her panty hose down her slender legs.  Again she glanced at herself in the mirror, now dressed only in panties and bra.  She slipped her panties off and deftly kicked them onto the chair in the corner of the room. Finally she unsnapped her bra tossing the sheer garment onto the chair with her other clothes.

Her hands cupped her breasts and she groaned slightly as she squeezed each mound tightly before tweaking her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.. Her hands moved in unison down over her stomach and then to her crotch.  Mary closed her eyes and sighed as her fingers danced between her pussy lips tickling her clit.  She quickly stopped as she realized how wet she was and quickly put on the gown and sat on the edge of the exam table.

After what seemed like hours she heard a knock on the door and in walked her physician.  After exchanging brief greetings, the handsome doctor stood next to Mary.  She tensed as she felt his fingers untie the ribbons that held the back of her gown together.  The doctor slipped her exam gown down over her shoulders leaving her breasts exposed to his view. (more…)

“Come with me Lang,” said the guard opening the cell door.  “Why? Where are we going?” said Martha Lang in a timid voice.  Martha had been sentenced to 30 days in the county jail for shoplifting.  It was a stupid thing to do and she knew it the instant she got caught.  It was day 10 of her sentence and today she stayed in her cell rather than work in the jail laundry.

“You can’t pull that sick call routine on me,” said the guard, “You’re going to the infirmary for a full check up.”  Martha hadn’t been feeling well for several days.  The jail food service did not agree with her and she was severely constipated.  “Get moving Lang,” said the guard as she pulled Martha’s arm almost dragging her out of the cell.

As they entered the infirmary the guard called over to the nurse, “Check this lazy bitch out will you?”  “Glad to,” replied the nurse who got up from her desk and opened the door to an examination room.  Martha meekly walked into the room.

“Sit down,” said the nurse pointing to the exam table.  “Here, put this on,” she went on tossing her an examination gown.  As Martha pulled off her jail issue cotton dress, the nurse filled out the patient registration form.  “The doctor will be with you shortly,” said the nurse in a very harsh voice.

In a few minutes, the doctor walked in the room. “OK Lang, what is the problem?” he said in a very tired voice.  “Well, my stomach……..,” Martha started to say when she was interrupted.  “You constipated, correct?” said the doctor.  “Well, yes,” said Martha in a very small voice, “If I could just have a laxative or something….,” The young doctor interrupted, “When you get your medical license you can write the prescriptions, OK?  The nurse will be with you in a bit,” he said as he walked out the door. (more…)

I awoke in the hospital and found myself unable to move.  A throbbing pain in my head and a general ache all over my body made my coming of consciousness a relatively miserable experience.  The truck I had been driving had hit a mine and I had been thrown from the vehicle.  I guess I was lucky to be alive, but I sure felt closer to death the more I came out of it.

I started to gingerly explore my surroundings and found the nurses call button, which had been placed near my hand, and pushed the signal.  As I continued to look around my surroundings I could see several I.V. bags hanging over my head as I lay flat on my back.  I had a strange feeling in my penis that was really uncomfortable that was rapidly focusing my attention when the nurse walked in.

She was an young, beautiful woman, about the age of 24, who stood about 5’5″ and had a very well proportioned body.  As she entered the room she welcomed back to the world of the living and went on to explain that the reason I couldn’t move was that I had suffered a back injury and was in traction.  I learned that her name was Sue and she would be one of the nurses caring for me during my recovery.  She quickly reassured me that I would get better and that after a brief period of rehab, I would be up and walking around in no time.  I had also received a nasty knock to the head, which was responsible for my loss of consciousness, but that too would quickly heal.

I squirmed a bit when she asked if I was uncomfortable.  Before I had a chance to fully answer she had pulled down the sheets and pulled up the hospital bed gown I was wearing to over my waist.  She explained that they had inserted a catheter into me and she without hesitation took hold of penis and rearranged it so the tube was pulling so much.  I blushed as she did this, but she only went about her business and gave me a silly little smile. (more…)

“Steven! – Steven ! my little munchkin come here to Nanna. Goodness how you have grown. Each year you get taller and look at those big shoulders and those muscles. Steven you are a young man now not the little boy I have been tutoring for the past four years. You are eighteen right Yah ??”

Nanna carried on hugging me and kissing my cheek just like she used to do when I was smaller. She had called me munchkin since I first came to Russia. A sort of endearing loving pet name.

My father was the Russian Ambassador ‘s assistant stationed in Leningrad. I had not seen him since last summer when I came to stay for my holidays. I have been doing this every year since my parents split up. Mother didn’t want to come here anyway and reluctantly allowed me to see my father twice a year Summer holidays for a month and Easter break. I was tired of being shuffled around between my mother and father each trying to influence me to stay with one or the other. I loved them both, but I sometimes wondered why. They were both so busy every time I was with them I might just as well have been in school or in another world. I was an only child and went to a private boarding school in Vermont. Visiting with my parents was supposed to be the highlight of my vacation time. It wasn’t. We had been playing this game of tug-of-war for over four years now, and I was eighteen. I would moving out when I got home.

I liked Russia and had made a few friends and that was another thing. I was taught Russian by Nanna my tutor who came to the consulate house for an hour a day three times a week. My Russian was becoming understandable and I was becoming quite fluent in the language, enough so that I could converse with my friends .They would joke with me about the beautiful tutor I had since I first started taking lessons. Nanna was now twenty three years old and very beautiful although I really never saw her that way. She was just my teacher. We had an elderly cook and housekeeper in the consulate building, but it was Nanna who seemed to be more in charge of me, at least when I was thirteen and fourteen. My friends were always teasing me that there was no way I could be taking lessons from such a beauty and not be turned on by her. I was eighteen and what did I know about such things ? A boy’s school is hardly the place to learn about the opposite sex. The closest thing we ever got to sex was in our biology classes, jerking off in the showers or in bed after lights out. (more…)

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