Her name was Allegra. She was a dancer and the most beautiful nineteen year old you could ever imagine. Sleek as a cat, her rich, strawberry blonde hair piled up in a bun revealing her long, graceful neck, she smiled the most radiant of smiles, her big green eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement. And that face! Perfection! Her body, befitting a dancer's, was slender and lithe but firm and agile, petite and feminine, more girlish than womanly. And I'd never felt or seen smoother skin on a woman. Caressing her was like caressing warm silk. And when it came to sex, this same lovely teen, like myself a lesbian to the core, turned out to be a raving lust freak, panting with desire and eager for it all.
I'd met her one night after a performance. She had moved from Oregon to San Francisco only a year ago, and was already a top dancer with one of the Bay area's major dance companies. She'd begun to get a name for herself and word got around the lesbian community that she was a dyke.
Soon we started fooling around and quickly I discovered that she was quite the sex freak, an orgasm junkie who just couldn't wait to strip off her clothes and start fooling around. She thought I was beautiful and knew I had once been an Olympic diver. That seemed to turn her on as much as her being a young graceful dancer aroused me.
We soon worked it up into a torrid fling that got wilder and wilder. Of course it began with eager lips, caressing hands and hungry tongues, but pretty soon I brought out my toys, which she loved, especially my strap-ons. And one thing pretty Allegra seemed to especially crave was having me dig my tongue in her ass. She was always eager to flip over and show off that bottom of hers for me. And whenever I spread her perfect cheeks wide open and pressed my tongue against her pretty little bud she purred like a kitten in heat.
I was licking her ass today, and as usual, she was moaning and sighing, reaching back with an arm to press my head in place, just loving it as I wormed my tongue into her little hole, something she just absolutely craved.
"That's it, that's it!" she gasped, "get your tongue in there, you know much I love that. I just love it there, I can't get enough!"
I worked my tongue in as far as I could, then replaced it with my finger. She carved my fingers in her ass almost as much as my tongue. But this time when I slid in my finger I soon encountered resistance. The sexy young dancer had obviously forgotten to shit before we began to play!
"Uh oh," I teased, "I think I found something up inside there."
Allegra whipped her head around to look at me, her eyes wide, blushing when she heard that.
"I tried to go to the bathroom before we started to play. I mean, I know we always play anally, and I was feeling kind of full inside so I knew I had better go. But I just couldn't. I feel so embarrassed!"
"Couldn't? Couldn't what?" I teased, "Feeling full? Full of what?"
"C'mon,
you know
!" she said as she smiled coyly, blushing even more deeply. "Full of you know what. What the hell else would you expect to find up in my rectum?"
"You mean, full of
shit
?" I teased.
"Yes, exactly, full of
shit
," she laughed, still blushing but somehow enjoying the repartee.
My finger was still deep inside her ass.
"Push out a little, like you were trying to shit," I told her.
"With your finger inside me?"
"Yes, with my finger inside you," I told her, as she pushed now and I could feel it inside her, feel my finger now digging into what felt like clay.
She was still looking over her shoulder at me, still blushing, but doing it, pushing out. This sexy young dancer had proven to me she was game, and was anything but shy. I dug in and probed, then slowly pulled out my finger. I wasn't surprised to find the finger 'soiled.'
"Take a look," I said, with a wicked smile, showing her the finger.
"Oh my god!" she gasped, blushing and even deeper shade of red as she looked down at my finger, the tip topped with a little clump of her shit.
"Maybe what you need is an enema," I said.
"Yes, an enema," she repeated, almost entranced now. Just last week I had told her that I had an old lover who loved enemas, taught me all about them, how they could be sexy and kinky and not just cleansing. Allegra had been very intrigued hearing all this, saying maybe we'd have to try that sometime, game for anything as she was. Especially anything anal.
"But first I better clean off this finger," I said and then did something shocking, rubbing the dirty finger over her nipples, then my own, dappling all four nipples with Allegra's shit, painting them brown.
"Oh my God!" she gasped when she saw, felt me do this, but she didn't resist or recoil. Something about it intrigued and aroused her, as it intrigued and aroused me.
"And now for your enema," I said, leading her to the bathroom. I'd told her how very erotic enemas could be, especially to anally-inclined women such as ourselves. Allegra had never taken one, she said, and made me promise that someday we'd try it. Well with her rectum full as it was, today seemed like the perfect day.
I took out a red rubber enema bag as Allegra watched everything with awed, unblinking eyes. I made sure to clamp the hose. Then took out a one quart beaker and filled it with warm water to the brim. I hung the bag from a towel hook on the wall, then picked up the beaker and poured the water into the bag. And then refilled the beaker.
"More?" she said, a little stunned, "you're going to give me
more
?"
I slowly poured the second quart into the bag, and then refilled the beaker yet again.
"Oh my God! How will I be able to take all that!" she gasped
"You will, Allegra, you will," I assured her, a trace of insistence to my voice. I knew this was a massive enema to give to a first timer, but I sensed Allegra had a submissive streak and liked to test the extremes. I was going to test her endurance, and she knew it.
"You
must
take it," I said, adding the third quart to the bag as we both watched the red bag bloat and sag, heavy with its contents, its enema.
Then I opened a drawer and pulled out the largest of my nozzles, a sleek but menacing black number which I screwed on to the end of the hose, Allegra watching all this with fascination, fascination mixed with just a trace of horror. I was going to make this an ordeal for her. Three full quarts. And they wouldn't just be pumped up into an empty rectum; no, that rectum of Allegra's was already packed with shit!
I laid out a bath mat and told Allegra to get down on all fours and stick out her pretty little ass for me. Almost meekly, she did as asked. Then I reached for some lubricant, slapped a dab into her crack, spreading it over her asshole, and added a bit more to the nozzle.