Seeing herself being watched, Alice stopped to smile at the curious child
and seeing where her interest lay, lifted it up to show her how it
worked. Using a small fist pump, she quickly inflated a rubber flange
half way along the nozzle.
The young girl immediately understood and grinned.
“How far will it go in?” she asked.
“Quite far,” Miss Dewhurst told her, pumping more air into the flange,
only stopping when it had inflated to the size of a small orange.
“Can I try it please?” Karen asked.
Miss Dewhurst beamed and stood to one side, openly inviting the little
girl to administer it to the next waiting child, already bent and
waiting, his legs spread, the base of his bottom parted enough to expose
his dark anal ring.
“No. On you Miss,” Karen said boldly.
Miss Dewhurst, caught her breath in surprise and stared at the nude form
of the young girl. She often gave herself enemas, and sometimes tried out
a new nozzle on herself.
But it had been years since she’d been given an enema from someone else.
And yet, the thought of having this slender girl administer an enema on
her was sending strange thrills through her body, making her open like a
flower.
The others had gone off to watch Martin, so Alice Dewhurst patted the
bottom of the waiting boy, telling him he was excused and could go and
join the others.
That left the tiled room empty but for the two of them. “You can insert
it up to about here,” Alice found herself telling the child, her heart
beating madly as she then began sliding out of her clothes. Undoing the
hooks and eyes she watched with growing excitement as the young girl
lovingly fondled the long nozzle and inflatable flange.
It made her breathless; the way the child stroked what would soon be
sliding into her own bottom. The woman found herself nervous and yet
excited as she finished undressing, then turned to the bar to lift it
into a better position for herself.
The tool in her hand, Karen watched the woman step to the bar and raise
it to her waist. Karen liked the woman’s bottom. Unlike those of the
other children, it was full and heavy; her stout hips giving it weight
and a depth Karen found very tempting. She would love the lady to sit on
her face one day, pushing that big round bottom down on either side of
her nose and mouth, suffocating her with her flesh.
Miss Dewhurst felt the cold wings hanging from the bar ease her legs
apart, the move so subtle she hardly realised it had been done. Until she
bent forward then she became more aware of how exposed she’d become and
groaned to think her open slit was visible to the young girl, and the
meaning of it.
Auburn curls adorned the woman’s cunt but couldn’t obscure the gulf they
wove across, nor the pink gleaming flesh that would otherwise be hidden.
Karen had had little opportunity to fondle a mature woman’s sex and took
a moment to stroke it, watching it part even further and expose the deep
pink mouth of her love tube.
There was an invitation there, an offer that she’d didn’t always have
with other mistresses. However instead she remembered her purpose and
used her fingers to further part the full cheeks of the bottom and fully
bare the woman’s anus.
As the cold nozzle touched her knotted hole it opened. Bent over the
pole, Alice groaned and bit her lip, sobbing with delight as, once again,
another person gave her an enema and this time with her very own
invention. She quivered over the bar and sobbed as it went deeper and
deeper, then stopped.
She knew what was coming, but even knowing didn’t stop the sudden start
she gave as the flange within her began to swell, filling with air and
pushing her colon out, sealing her for a good dousing of cleansing fluid.
“Oh yes, yes, yes!” Alice Dewhurst softly sung, feeling the warm soapy
water begin to flow into her from deep within.
With the nozzle tightly fitted, Karen used her fingers to pull the
woman’s cunt apart. The lady gasped, then began to pant as the pulling
continued, stretching her inner lips like those of wings. There was
pleasure in the pain and Alice began to keen as the water kept filling
her, and her labia kept being pulled.
Little Karen grinned and took a fresh grip of the woman’s labia, pulling
and pulling while the woman now screamed her pleasure, pulling until the
flesh grew too wet and slippery to be properly held and her cunt was an
open hole she could have put all of her fingers into.
Then she let the flesh loose and pinched the swollen bulb of flesh at the
apex of her open slit, twisting it the way her own had been twisted a
half turn and a pull. Alice Dewhurst screamed and jerked, her mind
splintering under the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced.
Molly smiled at each of the beds occupants as she made her way down the
length of the dormitory. “You-are-it!” she cried, stopping in front of a
ten-year-old girl’s bed. The girl was already naked. The bald curve of
her pubis stuck up in front of the junction of her thighs, her slit a
pretty inward fold of her flesh.
She had no tits, only little baby pink nipples that were still tender
from the pinching and pulling they’d received that morning.
She saw Molly, and then she saw the boy behind her, his cock sticking out
of his smooth loins, the tip looking an angry red.
“What?” Mary asked.
“We want to test Martin’s balls out,” Molly grinned.
Mary looked past the older girl to the tall boy whose cock stood out like
a truncheon, the flesh of his ball sack stretched taut by the two overly
large testicles sitting within.
“We’ve decided you’re to be the one,” Molly told her.
“I’ve got to go see Matron,” Mary told them, a terrible dread making her
body feel heavy and hard to move.
“She won’t mind,” Molly grinned, and moved quickly towards the little
girl.
Mary shied away but Molly’s arm shot out, capturing the girl’s hair and
pulling it spitefully towards her. With a loud squeal, Mary was forced to
follow her hair, stumbling half bent across the room to run into the end
of another’s bed.
With the nimbleness of someone regularly taught to jump into the saddle,
Molly jumped astride Mary’s back and shoulders, pushing her head down
into the bed while reaching forward to grip and part the girl’s buttocks.
“Which hole are you going to take Martin?” she asked eagerly, her smile
broadening as the young girl heard and fought to escape.
An audience had grown around them, children who came nervously forward,
well aware Mary’s fate could be any one of theirs, yet driven to watch by
something deep within them.
Martin felt a certain amount of pride as the little children looked at
his cock, standing proud erect in front of him and elected to take Mary’s
hot little cunt first.
“Good choice,” Matron told him.
“It will lubricate you ready for taking her little bottom later,” she
beamed.
Martin stepped up to where Mary was kicking and eased himself between her
knees to then help Molly hold the flesh of her slit apart. Then, bending
his knees, he fitted his tender cock head to the little hole and pushed.