R Finch - No longer virgin

Kim jerked her head back abruptly, her mouth opened wide, closed in on the stream as if it was wine, following it up until her lips finally enclosed the tiny hole of Wendy's urethra and sucked at it hungrily.

Wendy watched with utter fascination, could never in her wildest fantasies have ever imagined anything so totally bizarre, was at the same time amazed at the perverted thrill she felt at urinating into Kim's mouth. She pushed with her stomach muscles, filled Kim's mouth again and again, the small lump in Kim's throat bobbing as she swallowed, gulping loudly.

Kim Lee squirmed wildly, her damp buttocks making tiny squeaking noises against the bottom of the tub, her slim legs thrashing, was apparently experiencing some kind of sexual thrill from the lewd act. She was moaning and sighing with guttural sounds of excitement and delight each time Wendy let up for a second and then started again. Wendy finally felt the last dribble of her urine stream from her, was surprised at how full her bladder had been, was more surprised at how much Kim had swallowed.

Kim dropped her head back lifelessly, lay with her sleek black hair in yellow liquid, her mouth open still, gasping for breath.

"I've never pissed in… anyone's mouth before," Wendy said shakily, stood up, feeling a bit guilty about having done it even though Kim had asked her. It seemed such a terribly degenerate thing to do, she thought with a small shudder, was so completely unnatural. And especially since she'd enjoyed doing it. "It was kind of a weird feeling."

Kim Lee opened her eyes slowly, smiled up at her. "Have you ever given a girl an enema before?"

"No," Wendy said. "No, I-I never have."

Kim giggled. "There's always at least one first time for everything."

Kim Lee lay spread-eagle, face down on her bed, her naked body trembling with anticipation, her small hands and feet tightly secured with brightly colored silk scarves that ran to each bed post. Kneeling between her legs, Wendy marveled at the sleekness of the Chinese girl's skin, at the smooth hollows and curves of her supple body. Kim's breasts were flattened slightly into the bed, her silky black hair still damp from just having been washed and combed out.

"What do I do?" Wendy asked uncertainly, held a heavy rubber enema bag with a long plastic nozzle in her hands. It was filled with warm soapy water. "I don't know how to do it."

Kim giggled. "Just shove the end of it all the way up my asshole, then squeeze until the bag's empty. It's easy."

Wendy set the rubber bag down beside her on the bed, then, leaning forward, she took the damp cheeks of Kim's round buttocks and spread them slowly apart with her fingers. She stared into the small puckered hole within, the elastic ring of dark flesh throbbing when she touched it with a fingertip.

Wendy picked up the enema bag and held the girl's buttocks apart while she poked the hard plastic nozzle into the tight opening. She heard Kim moan softly, felt her firm behind tense, and she slowly pushed the long snout of the enema up into Kim's throbbing rectum. "Ready?" Wendy asked, was more than merely curious to see what would follow.

"Uh huh," Kim nodded, thrusting her ass out as if to force the nozzle more deeply into her.

Wendy squeezed the bag and filled Kim Lee's hot anal passage with soapy liquid, felt the Chinese girl jerk, felt her tighten her anus to hold the mixture of soap and water within her. Wendy squeezed again, emptied the enema into Kim's rectum, and then very carefully eased the nozzle from the girl's anus. It pulled free easily enough, caused Kim to groan with a short gasp, holding the liquid in her bowels.

"It's going to really be a mess," Wendy said with a nervous giggle, dropped the enema bag to the floor. "It'll squirt all over the place when you let go."

"I'll clean it up later," Kim managed stiffly, concentrating on keeping her anus tight.

Wendy got up off the bed carefully so as not to jiggle Kim into a premature expulsion, went to the dresser and picked up the nine-thonged whip Kim had shown her just a few minutes earlier. She balanced the leather stock of it in her hand, was strangely excited about what she was going to do.

"I don't want to really hurt you," Wendy said slowly, glancing at the girl.

"Don't worry. It won't leave any permanent marks, it just stings like hell! Go ahead."

Wendy raised the whip high over her head, brought it down whistling through the air against the backs of Kim's soft upper thighs, the leather biting into the girl's warm flesh. Kim Lee jerked with a little groan, then before she could catch her breath, the whip snapped with a sharp crack at the damp cheeks of her buttocks, came down on her again and again. She twisted wildly, crying. Her soft lips pulled back over her teeth, her expression was contorted into a mixture of pain and exquisite pleasure. She gurgled, straining at her silken bonds, her smooth muscles tensed, while Wendy flailed at her with building enthusiasm, the lash stinging Kim's squirming buttocks into a crisscross of tiny red welts.

Wendy flogged the writhing Chinese girl with all her might, her own excitement so keen and intense she was shaking, her eyes wild. She was lashing Kim's tender behind with a mindless fury, each sharp lick of the whip sending another convulsion of trembling spasms through the bound girl's struggling body. And each time Kim jerked, a trickle of watery brown liquid spurted from her small anus, ran down along the crimson slash of her passion-slickened cunt and added to the wet stain forming on the bed. Kim squirmed and tossed like a live wire, her body shiny with perspiration, her hips pumping erratically, feverishly.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried. "Oh! You're whipping me… to death! Harder! Harder! OH! Don't stop!" And she reached orgasm quickly, climaxing with a shuddering gasp that ended in a shriek, thrashing and trying to kick with her slender legs under the frenzied blows of the whip. The warm soapy water that filled her bowels suddenly exploded from her throbbing rectum with an obscene-sounding gush, squirted from her tight anus and showered the backs of her twitching thighs. She wailed with a long, choking sob, finally lay very still.

Wendy lowered the whip, stood shaking, her pretty face flushed with more than just her exertion.

"Untie me," Kim moaned, breathing unevenly. "God, my poor ass is stinging like crazy! Rub it, kiss it… anything!"

"You seemed to enjoy it!" Wendy giggled, undoing the silk scarves from the girl's wrists.

"I loved it!" Kim breathed. "You wouldn't believe the sensation when you start coming and all that warm water starts squirting out your asshole! I can't even describe it!"

"I can imagine!" Wendy giggled again, felt a tingling flash between her legs at the mere thought of it.

"Would you like to try it?" Kim asked her. "We don't have to use the whip. I'll suck on your pussy instead."

Wendy felt herself blushing again, could not imagine why after all she'd just been through. She said with a quiet smile, "There's always at least one first time for everything."

"Where the hell have you been?" Sander asked irritably when Wendy walked through the front door. And then, abruptly, his face softened and he exhaled loudly. "I've been sitting here for over an hour."

"Oh…" Wendy said slowly, handed him his mail. "I met a really nice girl in the building and she invited me over for a drink. Anyway, it's not even six o'clock. I didn't expect you home until much later or I would have been here."

"Something's happened," Sander said carefully, and Wendy glanced at him curiously. He said flatly, "Sherry killed herself last night."

"What!" Wendy gasped. She felt an icy chill grip her spine, actually considered the ridiculous possibility that he wasn't serious, that he was playing some joke on her for some reason. One look at his face, however, and she knew that he told the truth. "How?" she asked numbly.