Anonymous: Wet Desires

When it was over and all of the water was out of her, she could tell that her ass was completely clean and relaxed. Her asshole was also homier than it had ever been before.

"How do you feel, sweetheart?" Uncle Jimmy inquired.

"Ummmmmmmmm, it hurt for a while, but now, oh my."

"Tell me about it, Martha," Uncle jimmy said.

"I feel like I need to be fucked in the asshole, Uncle Jimmy."

"I like your attitude," Uncle jimmy said with a laugh. "Let’s get you cleaned up."

The little girl watched through slightly teary eyes, eyes filled with tears of joy, as Uncle Jimmy pushed the plastic shower curtain inside the tab and closed it. He took the rubber enema bag off the chrome overhead pole and replaced it in the sink so he could wash it later.

Then the handsome older man turned on the shower. The little girl cleaned both herself and the tub thoroughly. She stepped out of the bathtub when she was as clean as a whistle. The man sprayed some lilac-scented air-freshener into the air of the bathroom to get rid of the aroma of the little girl's tremendous farting and shitting.

Then the handsome man led the little girl into the bedroom and told her to get on the bed, on her belly.

And she obeyed, because no matter ho much she might be afraid, she knew it was for a good cause.

Well, perhaps this would be as good a place as any to take our leave of these splendid folks, so full of family values and all. For those of you insistent on knowing how it all comes out, rest assured that Uncle Jimmy and Martha did the deed, which then sent Martha back to her father to perform a similar service for him. And they all, as it is said, lived happily ever after.