Dear friends, Well here it is, my 4th story this one contains, father/daughter, adult baby & female
to female scenes. A as I’ve stated before, I do not support such acts between family members,
however I find it very erotic as a role play fantasy. If you don’t wish to read such a story, or if you
are under 18 years of age, you should not read this. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy the story & please
respond with you’re comments. Sincerely, Yitzie
At 16, Lori was developing into a beautiful young woman. At 5-7 and 110 lbs., she had long dark blonde hair, pale blue eyes and a smile that professed a combination of innocence and budding sensuality. She was popular at school, where she was on the girls volley ball team and she had many friends, both male and female. Her parents divorced several years ago, she lived with her father whom she loved very much. Her father had raised her to be open minded, honest, caring and to have good values, yet he was not a strict parent, as a matter of fact, he was very permissive.
Lori was a bit on the wild side and liked to party and when she did, she was more often than not the center of attention, but her father didn’t mind, as Lori always called home to say where she was and that she was OK. Her father also knew that Lori was smart enough not to ride with a friend who had been drinking and she was bringing home good grades from school. Lori was planning to go to college where she planned to study nursing, as she loved to help people. Lori was becoming a responsible young adult and her father was very proud of her.
It was during summer vacation, after her sophomore year of high school that Lori had her tonsils removed. The operation went smoothly and Lori was discharged outpatient and went home, where, due to the effects of the anesthesia, which had not totally worn off yet, she promptly drifted off to sleep.
When Lori awoke a few hours later, her throat and mouth where so painful, she could barely open her mouth and she felt dizzy and warm to the touch.
Checking up on her, her father discovered she had awakened and asked her how she felt. Lori let out a groan to communicate to her father how miserable she felt. Reaching down, her father felt her forehead and commented that it was rather warm, he then told Lori that he would take her temperature and he would be right back.
Lori waited patiently for her father to return, but her eyes grew wide when she saw that not only did her father have a thermometer, but a jar of Vaseline also. “What are you doing ?” Lori exclaimed as her father dipped the thermometer in the Vaseline and began to shake it down.
“I’m going to have to take your temperature rectally,” her father explained to her, explaining he could not use an oral thermometer due to her surgery.
Lori was mortified, she had not had her temperature taken that way since she was a little girl and she had disliked it then, but now at age 16, she was deeply embarrassed by the idea of her father taking her temperature rectally. She tried to argue over it with her dad, but given the condition she was in, she was not in a position to give much resistance. Her father held firm and told her it was on the discharge instructions from the hospital, that her temperature should be monitored rectally, every 2 hours.
Losing her resilience, Lori reluctantly rolled over onto her tummy as she was instructed. She blushed furiously as her father raised her silk nightgown and then she felt his fingers inside the elastic band of her panties, gently tugging them down. Lori felt a cool breeze on her exposed buttocks as her cotton panties bunched up just below her buttocks and between her legs. A moment later she felt the cold tip of the thermometer at the entrance to her rectum. Lori let out a groan as she felt the thermometer gently being pushed passed her sphincter and into her rectum, about half the length of the thermometer. Her father then held the thermometer in place with his right hand, gently pressing his palm against her buttocks and with his left hand, he began to message the small of her back as he told her to relax and this will only take a few minutes.
The thermometer was a little uncomfortable, but more than anything, Lori was deeply embarrassed by the whole thing. In addition to feeling embarrassed, she resented her father asserting such control over her, she liked to consider herself an adult, but here she was, being treated like a little girl.
The minutes ticked by slowly, but eventually she felt the thermometer slowly being withdrawn from her. Lori let out a sigh as the tip exited her sphincter and slid out her buttock’s, she was glad it was over for now.
Lori watched as her father held the thermometer up to the light. The Vaseline glistened under the light as her father read that she had a 101 degree fever and told her that he would give her some medicine that would make her feel better.
He then told her that since she couldn’t swallow pills, he would be giving her the medicine in suppositories and he would be right back. Lori was not even familiar with the word her father had mentioned and lay there curious as to what he planed to do. When her father returned a moment later and set a small box on her dresser, Lori asked her father what he was doing and what suppositories were. Her father explained that they are special pills that are taken rectally and dissolve to introduce the medicine into her body.
Once again, Lori began to blush as she realized her father intended to do something similar to taking her temperature rectally. Lori watched as her father removed one of these pills from the box and peeled a foil wrapper off of it. He then held up a white cylinder shaped pill about the size and shape of a bullet.
Once again Lori was told to turn onto her tummy and once again she blushed as her nightgown was lifted and panties lowered and she braced herself for another intrusion of her bottom, expecting it to be the same as the thermometer. She groaned as she felt the tip of the suppository pressing against her sphincter.
It was not as cold as the thermometer, but was much wider, making the intrusion much more pronounced and causing Lori to let out a whimper as it slid past her sphincter and into her rectum. It was then that Lori suddenly realized that unlike the thermometer which was simply inserted into her, that her fathers finger had followed the suppository and was penetrating her. In her state of shock, Lori first clamped her anal muscles in an attempt to prevent further intrusion and then attempted to expel her father’s finger and the suppository. Lori was feeling extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable, it was bad enough, her father putting things such as a thermometer into her bottom, but felling her fathers finger inside her, overwhelmed her with a feeling of shame. In addition, his finger was much fatter than the thermometer and was very uncomfortable.
Lori let out a big sigh as she felt her father withdrawing his finger a moment later and felt it pop out of her sphincter and slide out her buttocks. However though she was glad her father withdrew his finger from her, she could still feel the suppository in her ass. It was totally different than the thermometer, she felt almost as though she had a piece of candle stuck in her ass and she wanted badly to expel it out, but she dared not and lay as still as possible, waiting for it to dissolve.
Although it was only a few minutes, it seemed like a long time and it did not dissolve at once as she expected, but rather it slowly melted away to nothing, giving her a funny, almost tickling sensation inside her rectum as it dissipated.
Lori was thankful that that was over and she reached back to pull her panties back up, only to be stopped by her father who told her, to her dismay, that she needed one more. Lori tensed as she heard the foil wrapper being removed from the suppository and braced herself for another intrusion by her father’s finger. Lori clenched her buttocks in an effort to prevent the unwelcome intrusion, but her anal muscles were no match to her father’s probing finger and she relaxed her muscles when she realized that by clenching down, it was just causing more discomfort. After her father withdrew his finger, Lori again felt the suppository in her ass, but this time she was a little less patient and squirmed on her bed some and then suddenly she felt the suppository slip out of her rectum and come to rest between her buttocks.
Lori didn’t know what to do, so she did not do anything and a few minutes later when her father inquired if it had dissolved yet, she said, “I think so.”
“You think?” her father asked as he said, “Let’s have a look.”
Lori blushed so hard, she thought her face was on fire, as her father parted her buttocks wide and discovered the suppository, only about a quarter melted. Again Lori felt her father’s dreaded finger, re- inserting the suppository and Lori decided not to allow it to come out again, but unknown to her, her father had already decided the same.
To Lori’s surprise, her father did not withdraw his finger this time. At first Lori thought he was going to withdraw it at any moment, but he didn’t. The minutes seemed like hours as Lori lay there with her father’s finger impaled deep in her ass, he didn’t move it at all, he just left it there. Finally the 2nd suppository dissolved and Lori felt her father withdrawing his finger.
Reaching back, Lori pulled her panties back up and lowered her nightgown and then rolled over onto her back. To her surprise, her father reached into the front of her nightgown and placed his hand on her tummy and pressed. As he did this, he inquired if she had a bowel movement since the surgery. Lori felt her face flush at the question, as she found it embarrassing to discuss such a private bodily function. No she answered meekly. Her father then told her that the discharge instructions stated that the medications could cause severe constipation and if a bowel movement had not occurred by the eve of the discharge, then it prescribed an enema.
Lori was horrified. She had, had an enema, perhaps half a dozen occasions during her childhood and she hated them with a passion, they were by far the worst experiences of her child hood, even worse than spankings. The last time she got one, she was about 9 years old and was sick with the flu. It was before her parents divorced and she remembered kicking and screaming, as her mother held her firmly over her lap and her father forced the hot soapy solution into her.
A deep feeling of dread and embarrassment overcame Lori, as she began to plead with her father, as though she was pleading for her life.
“Calm down,” her father told her, “I will give you the opportunity to have a bowel movement on your own, before I resort to an enema.”
Lori immediately calmed down and tried to get up to go to the bathroom, but she was too dizzy and weak to get out of bed. Her father told her to relax and stay put and he will bring her a bed pan. Lori took the bed pan from her father without a word and was relieved when he left the room.
Sitting up, Lori took down her panties and sat on the bed pan. She didn’t like going this way and didn’t want her father to see her bowel movement afterwards, but it would sure beat a enema.
Lori sat for a few minutes, hoping something would happen, but it didn’t. Then she started to push hard, in hopes of a bowel movement coming out, but it was not happening. Lori then started to worry that she wouldn’t be able to have a movement and the more she worried, the harder of a time she had, trying to have one. After about 10 minutes of trying, Lori finally felt a movement starting to begin, but then suddenly she heard her father’s footsteps approaching the room and she tensed up and the movement that started, went back up inside her. Just then her father walked in and asked if she had a bowel movement yet.
“No,” Lori said with a worried voice and then suddenly she felt like she had a rock in her stomach.
“I’ll have to give you the enema then,” her father said.
“No,” Lori pleaded and began to sob, but her father told her with empathy that he didn’t like having to do this any more than she, but if she didn’t have a bowel movement, she would probably hospital. Her become severally constipated and be in a lot of pain and have to go back to the father then said he will prepare the enema and be back in a few moments.
While her father was gone, Lori tried frantically to move her bowels, but it was no use and the rock in her stomach became heavier as she realized what she was in for.
A few moments later, her father returned with several items, which he lay out on the floor, next to her bed. First there was a large plastic bowl of hot soapy water. Lori could see soap bubbles floating on the top and steam rising from it. Just the site of it and the knowledge of what her father was going to do with it, made her legs feel like jelly and her whole body trembled with the anticipation of what was going to happen to her.
Beside the bowl of soapy water, was a blue rubber bulb syringe with a long white nozzle at the top. It was the same one her parents used on her as a kid and she felt a chill run through her body, just by looking at it. Then there was a pack of baby wet wipes and a towel.
Lori was still sitting on the bed pan on the edge of her bed, when her father instructed her to lift her feet off the floor. Upon doing so, her father took hold of her panties and completely removed them. He then grasped her nightgown and brought it over her head, so she was completely naked. She had no bra on and her fully developed breasts hung down and her vagina, covered by a triangle of dark curly hair, was completely exposed to him.
Lori began to sob in shame and fear as her father stroked her hair and encouraged her to be brave about this. He then pulled the bed pan out from under her and set it on the floor, then he sat down on the bed, right beside her.
Lori watched with discord as her father bent over and picked up the bulb syringe, squeezed it and then placed the nozzle in the bowl of water and released his grip on the bulb, allowing it to suck in the water. Lori felt sick to the stomach as she heard the distinctive sound of the bulb sucking in a dose of water. Her father then placed the towel over his lap and took Lori by the hand, guiding her to lay across his lap. Lori felt weak and dizzy with apprehension and embarrassment as her father handled her like a stuffed animal and brought her across his lap and laid his left arm across the bottom of her back, preventing her from getting up.
Next, Lori watched as her father dipped his finger into the jar of Vaseline and then retrieved it with a large glob on his finger tip. Lori tensed as her father gently rubbed the Vaseline around her rectum and then she felt his large finger, gently and slowly working it’s way into her ass.
The Vaseline was slippery and her father’s finger slid in with ease. He then slowly worked his finger in and out of her ass and twisted it in a circular motion, dispensing a large quantity of Vaseline in her ass.
Lori involuntarily twisted her body and let out a groan as she tried to break free, but her father’s strong arm, held her down firmly.
Finally, Lori felt her father withdraw his finger from her and she let out a sigh of relief, but the rock in her stomach was getting heavier as the dreaded enema was getting closer.
There were a few tense moments, were time seemed to stand still, as her father wiped his finger’s off with a tissue.
There was perspiration running down her cheeks and Lori clenched her buttock’s together tight, as her father picked up the syringe and held it behind her. Lori trembled and felt tears in her eyes, as she felt the length of the nozzle resting along her crack and her father’s hand on her buttock’s, gently parting them. Slowly but surely, Lori felt the long nozzle, pushing it’s way up her ass, impaling her, until she felt the wide rubber base of the bulb syringe, firmly pressed against her buttocks.
Sucking in a deep breath, Lori tried to resist the forthcoming invasion but her anal muscles were no match for the bulb syringe and the force of her father’s hand on that syringe. Lori let out a half whine, half screech as she felt the hot soapy solution, forcefully being injected into her with a slow steady pressure.
As her father emptied the contents of the bulb into her, he gradually increased the pressure on the bulb, causing Lori to twist and writhe her body on her father’s lap. Lori tried to get up, but her father’s arm held her in place with a grip like a vice and Lori, realizing she had no choice but to submit, calmed down and tried to relax as the last of the water in the bulb was injected into her.
Lori let out a sigh of relief as she felt the long hard nozzle being removed from her and the tip popped out of her sphincter. But she knew the relief would be only momentary as she watched her father dip the nozzle in the bowl of water again and once again heard that horrible sucking sound as the syringe sucked in another dose of the hot soapy water. Lori also distinctly remembered from previous experiences, that with each bulb full, the enema became more and more uncomfortable.
Lori dug her fingernails into the mattress, as she was invaded once again by the long hard nozzle and felt the top of the rubber syringe against her buttocks. Lori let out a whimper as she was once again, forced to endure the hot soapy invasion, being forced deep into her gut, causing her a sick to the gut feeling and an ever building urge to use the bathroom. Lori began to wither on her father’s lap and kick her leg’s and pant as her father gradually increased the pressure on the bulb syringe, causing the hot soapy solution to jet up her ass.
Suddenly, to Lori’s surprise and horror, she became aware that her breasts where growing firm and her pussy was starting to get moist. Lori couldn’t understand her reaction. She was horribly embarrassed by the whole situation, she found it very uncomfortable and she had never thought of her father in erotic terms, but the more she tried to make her arousal go away, the more prevalent it became.
Lori realized that part of the problem lay in her squirming movements, as her breasts jiggled around and her firm hot nipples rubbed against her mattress. At the same time, her vaginal lips rubbed against the coarse surface of the towel and the hump caused by her father’s muscular leg, causing her clitoris to stiffen and her juices to run.
Lori tried to keep herself still. She began to fear having an orgasm over her father’s lap, but despite her best efforts, her body would involuntarily writhe as the enema grew more and more uncomfortable and her father pumped more and more water into her with ever increasing pressure.
By the time her father was administering the 6th bulb full, Lori felt an awful cramp in her tummy, accompanied with a very strong urge to use the bathroom.
As the solution in the bulb came down to just a few ounces left, the resistance from Lori’s colon grew great, prompting her father to give the bulb one final firm squeeze.
Lori dug her nails deep into the mattress and her body jerked violently as the last of the solution shot into her with a powerful surge. As her father withdrew the nozzle, Lori felt some of the water escape from her rectum, creating a wet spot on the towel beneath her. Lori watched as her father set the bulb syringe on the floor, beside the now empty bowl and quickly grabbed the bedpan. Her father then slid his arm under her waist and briefly lifted her up as he slid the bed pan under her.
Lori was mortified. There was no way she could expel the enema while her father watched, or so she thought. Lori struggled with every ounce of her energy, to retain the enema, but her urge to shit only grew stronger, until she lost control of her bowels. First some of the water escaped from her, then she felt a long squishy turd, sliding out of her.
Lori buried her face deep in her pillow and sobbed in shame as she was humiliated beyond belief. After the long turd slid out, a mix of water, small chunks of shit and loud wet farts poured forth from her, into the bed pan, all the while her father messaging her back.
After she finished expelling, Lori’s father picked up the pack of baby wet wipes and began to wipe her, discarding the soiled wipes into the bed pan.
Pushed to the utmost extremes of humiliation, Lori had been striped of every ounce of her dignity.
Removing the bed pan from under her, Lori’s father took it to the bathroom and emptied it. He then returned to the room with a bowl of clear warm water and a sponge and proceeded to give Lori a sponge bath.
Feeling drained from the enema and already having endured extreme humiliation, Lori didn’t have any fight left in her and she just lay back and submitted to the degradation of her father thoroughly washing her most intimate parts.
After drying her off, to Lori’s surprise, her father produced an adult size diaper, which he told Lori, was for in case she had an accident later, as sometimes some of the water from an enema could stay back for a while and then suddenly come out later.
Lori dreaded the idea of wearing a diaper, but she had no energy left to argue with her father and upon his instructions, she lifted her legs to allow him to fasten the diaper on her.
Lori felt so silly as she pulled her blanket over her. Until that night, Lori had considered herself an adult who was in full control of her actions and was even tough in many way’s, but the events of the night struck right at the heart of that attitude and Lori could feel the heat radiating from her face as she lay in bed, thinking over what had transpired that evening.
It was about 9:00 that evening, that Lori was awakened from a dose, by a knock on her bedroom door. A moment later, her friend Cindy walked in, asking how she was feeling.
Cindy was Lori’s best friend from school. At 6ft. and 130 lbs., Cindy had long vivacious legs, strawberry red hair that came halfway down her back, emerald green eyes and seemed to always have a mischievous smirk on her face. Like Lori, Cindy was on the girls volley ball team too and loved to party.
Lori blushed as Cindy glanced at her dresser, where the thermometer, Vaseline and box of suppositories were sitting, but Cindy did not make any comment regarding them, which Lori was thankful of. She also felt really weird laying there, her friend beside her, with a diaper on, thank god she was covered with a blanket.
For the next 30 minutes, the girls chatted typical girl talk, until they were interrupted by Lori’s father who asked Cindy to excuse them for a few minutes, as he needed to take Lori’s temperature and give her, her medicine.
Lori felt her face turn hot and hoped that Cindy would take the opportunity to leave, but to her dismay, her father picked up her empty glass of orange juice and asked Cindy if she would take it to the kitchen and refill it and she should help herself to something to drink.
Lori’s father then closed the door behind Cindy and peeled the blanket off of Lori. Then he unfastened the diaper and placed his arm under her legs and lift them up, exposing her bottom.
Lori watched as her father dipped the thermometer in the Vaseline and shook it down. She then watched as her father lowered the thermometer to her bottom and a moment later, felt the cold slippery invasion. This time around, it was even more embarrassing, laying on her back with her legs up, fully exposed to her father and making eye contact with him as he took her temperature and gave her suppositories and with Cindy waiting outside her room, obviously aware of what was going on, it only served to further her humiliation.
Despite her embarrassment and discomfort, Lori tried to be as cooperative and quit as possible, as she didn’t want Cindy to hear any of what was going on and she wondered if Cindy was down in the kitchen or waiting outside her room.
After the suppositories melted, Lori’s father re fastened the diaper. Lori could feel a squishy spot of Vaseline inside her diaper, as she pulled the blanket back over herself.
Lori’s father then re opened her bedroom door and Cindy walked right in, which told Lori she had been waiting just outside her bedroom door.
Lori felt embarrassed by her friend knowing what occurred, but she avoided the subject and was glad that Cindy didn’t say anything regarding it and they continued to chat typical girl stuff.
After about 15 minutes, Lori suddenly felt a gurgling sensation in her tummy and then she had a sudden urge to use the bathroom. Lori quickly told Cindy that she was getting drowsy and wanted to go to sleep. Cindy wished Lori well, bid her good night and left.
As soon as Cindy left, Lori felt a mushy turd slide out of her, into the diaper. It was a lousy feeling and to Lori’s dismay, her father walked into the room at that moment. Her father noticed a funny look on her face and inquired what was wrong. Lori could feel the heat from her embarrassment in her face, as she mumbled to her father that she had an accident in her diaper.
Lori flushed with shame as her father lovingly cleaned her up and sprinkled baby powder on her, before putting a fresh diaper on her and tucking her in.
Lori thought over the events of the night, before drifting off to a deep sleep.
Embarrassing as the events had been, the care and affection she received from her father made her feel very loved and as for the shame of being treated like a little baby, Lori began to savor giving up control. She became aware of how relaxed she felt and was enjoying the break from the stressful decisions and situations that come with adulthood.
Cuddling up with her teddy bear, Lori felt so secure and peaceful and she drifted off into dreamland.
When Lori awoke the next morning, she felt totally refreshed. The sky was blue, the sun was out bright and the birds were happily chirping. Lori felt much better. The fever was gone, the swelling in her throat had gone down substantially and she had regained most of her energy.
Lori was glad that her father allowed her to take the diaper off herself and change into some clothes. The thermometer, Vaseline and box of suppositories were removed from her dresser and put away in the medicine cabinet and Lori spent most of the day watching TV., talking with visiting friends and by the following day she was completely recovered.
Lori never received any of those treatments at the hands of her father again, but to her astonishment, she grew to miss the attention, care and affection she had received at the hands of her father that night, especially after school started back up and Lori found herself on a busy, stressful schedule.
It was during winter vacation that Lori ran into Cindy at a big keg party. After having numerous beers and mingling with the crowd, the 2 of them went off to a quit spot to talk with each other about the guy’s they knew, many of whom were present at the party. As their conversation drifted around to some of the things they talked about the day Cindy had visited her, after her operation, Lori felt a little funny as she recalled her friend waiting outside her bedroom, as her father took her temperature in her butt. Lori was wondering if her friend still remembered that when suddenly, during a pause in their conversation, Cindy asked Lori why her father still uses a rectal thermometer. Lori could feel her face turning red as she explained to Cindy that he normally doesn’t but on that occasion, she was barely able to open her mouth after the surgery. “Oh, I see,” Cindy said. “Gee that must have been embarrassing.”
“Yes, it was,” Lori said, as her face turned redder and she wished her friend would change the subject.
Cindy then went on to elaborate, that when she was 15, her mother had taken her to the doctors for strep throat. Because their regular family doctor was away on vacation, she was seen by one of his associates, who was an older guy in his late 50’s or early 60’s. Cindy then went on to elaborate how her exam was going pretty routine until the nurse was ready to take her temperature. Cindy then told how she was sitting on the exam table, wearing her panties and bra, when the nurse put on a pair of rubber gloves and got a thermometer and a jar of Vaseline out of a cabinet and told her to lay down on her tummy and lower her panties. Cindy continued to tell how she protested getting her temperature taken that way and asked why they couldn’t take it orally. She then told how the doctor gave her a lecture, telling her that this method was far more accurate and safe and as a doctor, responsible for his patients well being, he insists that a rectal temperature be used for all his patients and if anyone disagreed, they were welcome to find another doctor. Cindy then told how she looked at her mom, hoping she would be willing to take her elsewhere, only to get an apologetic look from her mom, who told her not to be frightened and reminded her that she took her temperature that way when she was little and she would hold her hand as she did when she was little. It wasn’t the answer Cindy really wanted to hear from her mom.
Cindy continued to tell, how embarrassing it had been, as she lay down on her tummy and reluctantly reached back and lowered her panties, then she told how her mom held her hand and the doctor listened to her back with a stethoscope and asked her questions, while the nurse held her hand on her butt, holding the thermometer in place.
After Cindy told her story, there was a long moment of silence. Lori was feeling a little more at ease and a little less embarrassed over her friend knowing of her experience, after she had told her own.
It was Cindy that broke the silence, when she suddenly asked her friend if she ever played doctor when she was little. “Well, yeah, a few times,” Lori said.
“Well, would you like to play it now ?” Cindy asked.
Lori was rather surprised by her friends suggestion and was rather hesitant, but her friend gave her a reassuring smile, combined with her famous mischievous grin and said, “Come on, it will be fun.” It helped that she had, had several beers and Cindy was one of her best friends, it was just that this was such a weird thing to do. Lori wasn’t even sure exactly what Cindy had in mind, but somehow she felt that rectal temperatures would be a part of it.
“Well, O.K.” I guess, Lori said, as she silently thought to herself of all the crazy things Cindy had talked her into.
“Great, let’s go,” Cindy exclaimed as she grabbed Lori’s hand and led her out. Together they headed over to Cindy’s house and up to her room. Lori was wondering how they were going to do this and who would play the doctor, but it quickly became apparent to Lori, that Cindy would take control, as she closed the door behind them and immediately told her to strip down to her panties and bra and to sit on the edge of the bed. Lori trembled with a mix of apprehension and anticipation as she striped down to her panties and bra.
Cindy immediately began to examine her, in a typical manner, such as taking her pulse and asking her questions about her health. Then came the moment Lori feared, as Cindy opened a dresser drawer and retrieved a thermometer and jar of Vaseline and told her, in a crisp, authoritative voice, to lay down on her tummy and lower her panties. Lori could feel herself getting warm and protested to her friend, as Cindy dipped the thermometer in the Vaseline and shook it down, but Lori found herself the recipient of a lecture on the accuracy and safety of rectal temperatures and was once again ordered to lay down on her tummy and lower her panties.
Lori’s pulse was racing as she lay down and reach back, grasping her panties and slowly lowered them. God this is kinky, Lori thought to herself as she exposed her bottom to her friend, but the naughtiness of what they were doing, made Lori’s heart race. Lori almost jumped when she felt her friend open her buttock’s and begin to insert the thermometer. “My, you have such a beautiful ass,” Cindy commented.
“Thank you,” Lori said, as she felt herself blush. Lori had suspected for a few years now, that she had a bi side, but she had never acted upon it before. Now as she lay before her friend, with her panties down and a thermometer stuck in her rear, Lori couldn’t help becoming aroused by the intimacy of what they were doing. Suddenly, to Lori’s surprise, she felt Cindy kissing her buttock’s and then felt Cindy’s hot tongue running up and down her ass crack and flicking the base of the thermometer, causing it to vibrate in her ass and sending a sensation that coursed through her body, making her squirm with pleasure and moan with delight.
She slowly withdrew the thermometer and held it up to the light, to read the temperature. Lori let out a sigh as the thermometer slid out of her, she loved the way she had been worked over, but now she wanted to return the favor.
Getting up, Lori told her friend, “O.K., my turn. Strip down to you’re bra and panties, lay down on you’re tummy and take you’re panties down.” Lori licked her lips, as she watched her friend peeling her panties down and her heart pounded as she grasped Cindy’s hot, sexy buttock’s and parted them. Lori was so excited as she inserted the thermometer into Cindy’s ass, that her breasts became firm and she started to get very wet. Lori couldn’t believe how delicious Cindy’s bottom looked with the thermometer protruding and she wasted no time, in kissing, licking and fondling her beautiful ass and Lori delighted in watching her friend squirm and moan in pleasure.
After Lori removed the thermometer and held it up to the light, Cindy got up and embraced Lori. For a moment they stood there, breathing slow and heavy, as they stared into each other’s eyes, then they kissed. Cindy began sucking the breath out of Lori’s mouth as they kissed long, wet, passionate kisses. Lori felt Cindy reach behind her and unfasten her bra, Cindy then lowered her head to Lori’s chest and began suckling her hot firm breasts. Lori moaned in delight, as Cindy alternated breasts, playfully nipping her nipples with her teeth.
Lori was steaming hot by the time she felt Cindy’s fingers tugging at the elastic band of her panties. She was still a little nervous about having her first sexual encounter with another woman, but she was very excited about it at the same time. However, there was something else Lori wanted to do first. Taking Cindy’s rectal temperature had really turned her on and now she had a very strong desire to give her friend an enema. Cindy was surprised when Lori stopped her from taking her panties off. Cindy thought that Lori didn’t want to do anything more, as Lori looked her in the face and tried to say something but couldn’t seem to bring herself to say it. Finally Lori blurted it out, as she looked down at the floor and asked her friend if she ever had an enema before.
“An enema ?” Cindy asked as though her friend mentioned something from the moon. “No, I don’t think so,” Cindy said.
“Do you know what they are ?” Lori asked.
“Well, yeah, I guess,” Cindy nervously said, as she recalled a friend once telling her that she got one in the hospital, when she went to have her baby and told Cindy how unpleasant it was.
“I’d like to give you one,” Lori said, interrupting Cindy’s recollection of what her friend had told her.
“I don’t know,” Cindy hemmed and hawed, “don’t they hurt?”
Lori did not address her friends question, instead she surprised even herself when she snapped that she is the doctor and she knows what’s best for her patients and she was prescribing an enema, doctor’s orders. “Where, how…?” Cindy stammered as she asked herself what she had gotten herself into, realizing she had bit off more than she could chew, when she asked her friend to play doctor with her.
“At my house,” Lori said as she began to get dressed again, “let’s go.”
This time it was Cindy that was nervous as they walked the quarter mile to Lori’s house. Cindy could feel butterflies in her tummy as she pondered what was in store for her. She had a mix of feelings of being nervous of the unknown and anxious at something new. Upon arriving at Lori’s house, Lori directed Cindy to the basement where Lori undressed her friend and had her lay out on the couch. Lori looked lustfully at Cindy’s bush of red hair as she slowly, teasingly removed her own clothes. Lori then told Cindy she would be back in a few minutes and she left the room. Cindy waited nervously as she reached down and began to play with herself. When Lori returned, Cindy trembled as she looked at the bowl of steaming soapy water and the syringe that Lori had in her hands, they looked very menacing.
Sitting down next to Cindy, Lori kissed her passionately and stroked her hair, before taking her hand and guiding her over her lap. Cindy’s hot thighs felt good resting in Lori’s crotch and Lori licked her lips as she dipped her finger in the Vaseline and brought it over Cindy’s sexy ass. Lori’s heart pounded as she stroked Cindy’s butt crack with her finger and then with a quick thrust, inserted her finger deep into Cindy’s ass. Cindy moaned and squirmed in delight, as Lori worked her finger, pulling it almost all the way out and then quickly jamming it in to her knuckles and twisting it. Cindy was in heaven and she could feel a big orgasm building. Cindy let out a sigh, as Lori removed her finger and wiped it off on a tissue.
Cindy then watched wide eyed as Lori submerged the nozzle of the syringe in the bowl of water and for the first of what would be many times, heard the distinctive sound of the syringe sucking in a dose of water. Cindy loved the anal finger fuck she had received, but she wasn’t so sure about the enema and Lori noticed her tense up. Laying the syringe across Cindy’s butt crack, Lori messaged Cindy’s buttocks, getting her to relax, before she inserted the nozzle. Cindy let out a gasp as she felt the long nozzle slide deep into her ass and the round rubber top of the bulb press against her ass, keeping the nozzle firmly lodged deep inside her ass. Cindy’s eyes went wide and she let out a loud gasp, when Lori began to squeeze the bulb. The stream of water shooting into her butt was a very strange sensation, unlike anything Cindy had ever experienced before. It did not hurt, as a matter of fact it felt rather pleasurable.
After the first bulbfull, Cindy felt good, she felt like she had just eaten a good meal and she savored laying across Lori’s lap and being worked over like this. Cindy anxiously awaited the 2nd bulb full as she watched her lover refill the syringe. Cindy moaned with delight and her eyes rolled as Lori filled her up with the 2nd bulb full. After taking the 2nd bulb full, Cindy was feeling pretty full and she told Lori that she had to use the bathroom.
“Yes, I’m sure you do,” Lori said, as to Cindy’s surprise, she began to fill the bulb a 3rd time. Cindy bore down and held the pillow tight as Lori administered the 3rd bulb full. It was after the 3rd bulb full, that Cindy felt an acute cramp deep in her stomach and an urge to shit worse than ever. Surely Lori would allow her to go to the bathroom now, but to her amazement, Lori began to fill the syringe yet again.
“I have to shit, I’m going to have an accident,” Cindy shrieked as she struggled to get up, but Lori held her down against her lap firmly and sternly told Cindy, “You will go when I tell you, you can go and you will take every drop of this enema if you know what’s good for you.”
“Please,” Cindy cried, “I’m not joking, I can’t take anymore,” but as she said it, Lori inserted the nozzle again and again began to squeeze the bulb. Cindy kicked her long legs and thrashed about on Lori’s lap as the soapy solution was injected deep into her gut. Lori gave Cindy yet another bulb full. By now Cindy was very uncomfortable and she squirmed about, kicking her legs and frantically trying to get up as she pleaded with Lori, to let her go to the bathroom. Despite her discomfort and her dire urge to shit, to her amazement, Cindy was extremely aroused. Cindy was thankful to see that when Lori filled the bulb for the 6th time, that it took the rest of the water in the bowl, but she honestly didn’t think she could take the last bulb full, she felt like she was about to explode.
Lori watched Cindy with amusement, as Cindy did the same things she had done when she got that enema from her father. Lori knew exactly what Cindy felt like and what she would experience in the next few minutes. Cindy was digging her nails into the mattress and sweating profusely as she struggled to retain the water that was already in her. Cindy whimpered as she felt the syringe being inserted into her again and Lori began to squeeze the bulb, giving her yet another dose. Lori could feel the resistance coming from Cindy’s full colon and the water went in much slower, prolonging Cindy’s final enema. Cindy was panting and thrashing about wildly as Lori forced the 6th dose into her and then came the moment Lori was waiting for. There was a few ounces of water left in the bulb and the resistance from Cindy’s colon was great.
For a few moment’s, Lori stopped squeezing the bulb and just held it in place. Cindy thought that her enema was finally over and she anxiously waited for Lori to withdraw the nozzle. Suddenly Lori gave the bulb a quick hard squeeze, causing the last of the solution to jet into Cindy with a powerful surge. Simultaneously, Lori slid her hand under Cindy and into her sopping wet pussy and stroked Cindy’s firm clit. Cindy’s whole body jerked violently and then she exploded, but not the way she had feared exploding. Cindy screamed out loud as she exploded with the most intense, strongest orgasm of her life.
Cindy collapsed like a wet rag, onto Lori’s lap, with a strong feeling of gratification and then she was brought back to her senses as her bowels cried out for release. Lori quickly slid a bed pan under Cindy and she promptly exploded, with a waterfall of brown water and shit. Lori lovingly stroked Cindy’s hair and played with her breasts and caressed her, as she expelled the enema and then Lori lovingly wiped her and cleaned her up. Lori was wet with anticipation alone, as she prepared to submit her own bottom to a lavage from her friend, lover, enemate and Cindy trembled with excitement as she prepared to give Lori the pleasure Lori had taught her. This was wild and very naughty, she loved it. Lori delighted in finding someone to share this new found pleasure with and perhaps someday she will find the right guy to be her daddy.