Another Path (2)
Warning: Contains enema-related descriptions. Not too dirty, though.
My hazy, unfocused self stares back at me from the mirror, slumped naked on the floor with a melted expression, a thin strand of drool trailing from my lips. Just looking at it stirs up something lewd deep inside.
Glancing down, I see my clit, flushed red from the unconscious teasing of my hand. Below it, the floor starts to get stained with scattered fluids, pricking at whatever scraps of conscience I have left—but that faint guilt is quickly devoured by the overwhelming rush of arousal.
I look at the dildo in my hand. That thick silicone monster that just ravaged my mouth without mercy. Covered in saliva, sticky and obscenely shiny.
Part of me wants to shove it straight into my pussy and thrust away to my heart's content, but memories of the pain from before... and the existence of my hymen... stay my hand. No matter how you slice it, losing my virginity to something like this feels... a bit off.
So I turn my gaze elsewhere. The other hole that both men and women have. Not meant for sex, but perfectly capable of the job. That taboo spot vulgarly called the "back pussy." Maybe... the anus would be okay?
The deliberation doesn't last long. Cleanliness isn't a big issue—right on cue, the enema bag I ordered arrives in my line of sight. I set the dildo down and head to the bathroom.
Drunk on arousal, I've made some impulsive decision, but my brain—loyal to instinct—has zero intention of backing out, not even a speck.
I plug the sink drain, the one I rarely use, and let the water pool. Lukewarm temperature, close to body heat. Whoosh—water pours in, filling it up.
Normally, I'd use this wait to cool down or think rationally. But right now? Knowing that water's going inside me just keeps the excitement building.
...Ever since the body change, something's been suspiciously egging on my arousal. Reflecting on recent events, yeah, it makes sense. Checked out my naked body right away. Touched my pussy. Ordered a dildo. Got a vibrator. Masturbated like crazy in a frenzy. Am I actually turning into a total slut? But that's fine. Masturbation makes me feel good. Yeah. Feeling good is good.
Lost in random thoughts, the sink fills up before I know it. I turn off the faucet, open the bag's nozzle, and fill it. At the same time, I wet my other hand with a bit of water and bring it behind me.
Like after using the bathroom, I find my back hole and stroke it lightly. It was pink when I checked in the mirror earlier. Can't see it now, of course. I rub and clean, probing the entrance.
"Ngh."
Smaller than my pussy. Doesn't look easy to enter. But it's the back pussy, so it'll be fine. Decision made. Tonight, I'm shoving it in and... thrusting like mad. My heart flutters with anticipation.
The bag's full now. I reattach the nozzle, align it carefully, and...
"Ahhng."
The nozzle's thin, so no pain, but the foreign sensation is definite. I squeeze the bag hard, letting the water flow in slowly.
"Hnnng..."
A place made only for expulsion now invaded by a foreign object, water trickling in. The slightly warm water fills me vividly. Going slow makes it feel weirdly erotic.
I empty the bag clean, then refill and do it again—this time stronger. The intensified stream courses through my insides. But this mounting sexual tension? The second round feels even better.
This should be good enough. A mix of reluctance and tension as I sit on the toilet. Familiar spot from my male days, but first time as a woman like this... Feels kinda pervy, doesn't it? Whatever, it's fine. That's what being a woman is for.
I bear down like always, but only liquid comes out. Liquid prepped for sex, no less. Wrapped in strange arousal and relief. Not bad at all.
Less mess than expected. Was worried it'd be dirtier, honestly.
After a few checks, I head back to the battlefield. The mirror shows my scattered traces and toys untouched. I wipe a bit, then grab another prep item.
Lotion I only ever used on my face for bare-minimum care and moisturizing. Tonight, it's for elsewhere. And a condom for the dildo.
Gulp. Placing the condom next to the dildo amps up the lewdness. Condoms—never had anything to do with them before. Probably won't need them for anything else now. First time seeing one up close, but peeling the familiar packaging reveals the round rubber I know from pictures.
Usage is simple: roll it on. But I want to try it differently. I part my lips slightly and pop the condom ring in my mouth. Casually brush my dangling hair behind my ear.
Bring the dildo to my lips. Squish—the rubber touches the silicone tip. I push my mouth forward, rolling it on. The bunched rubber unfurls slowly. Ahh, always wanted to try this. So fucking hot.
I keep going until my lips reach the base. When my mouth pushes past the middle, the tip hits deep on my tongue. Almost there. Can't stop now. Hold my breath and shove it down my throat.
"Ghk. Pwah—blegh."
The tip hits deep in my throat. My lips reach near the base, fully sheathing it. Right as it covers, my throat reflexes kick in to eject the intruder.
Pulling it out, the condom's perfectly on—tight with saliva, glossy, a silver strand of spit dangling back to my mouth.
Now for my prep. Pop—familiar lid sound, familiar cream. But tonight, it's heading somewhere new.
A twinge of apology to the lotion, then squeeze plenty onto my finger and take it to my other secret hole. Fragrant cream, but not for my face today.
"...Ngh."
Cool lotion hits, startling me with the unfamiliar chill. I push as much as possible into the tight entrance. What's left, I massage around, slowly loosening the rim.
Tension eases, the hole relaxes. Into the widening gap, I slip in the first knuckle of my index finger.
"Ahhhn..."
Definite foreign feel now. Woman's hands aren't that big, so neither are the fingers. Another knuckle in. Feel the not-too-long, not-too-short nail, then the thickening finger.
Inside's warmer than expected. Soft, moist mucosa clings like it's hugging my finger. It tenses against the intruder, contracting, but gentle in-and-out stroking relaxes it naturally.
"Nngh... ngh."
Now I twist a bit. From straight-line monotony to sudden curves, spiking my arousal. The soft inner walls brush my fingertip. I get more aggressive, stimulating the walls.
New and lewd sensations. Pull out, add more lotion. Now index and middle together.
Loosened some, but still tiny for that huge dildo. Squelch, schlick—sticky lotion makes lewd air-sucking sounds nonstop. Real schlicking noises, huh.
Not fully relaxed, but I push—the second finger in. Ngh. Tight and a bit stinging. Wiggle the trapped fingers. Thicker digits massage the mucosa. Entrance clamps hard, but inside's softer, enveloping.
Deeper in. Out. Repeat. Writhing knuckles tease the walls.
"Haaah..."
Unlike my clit, it's a subtle, building pleasure laced with taboo thrill. No wonder they call it the back pussy.
Schlop—final wet sound as I pull them out. And now... I pick up the dildo again.
Time for the main event.