(Looking ahead, I’ll say that this story is for those who like enemas, peeping, woman’s behavior in extreme situations and a lot of distortions on these and other topics. And I’ll not say that the whole story is fiction, but I’ll say that you should not look for the coincidence of names and facts in real life)

Every year I had to go to the festival. This is part of my job. Not to say that the trips were to me in the burden. Rest for three days at the camp site in the summer with my wife is not so bad. This time we invited, for the company, acquaintances - Olga and Igor. Olga was my wife's classmate, and (io. Her husband's husband) Igor, my colleague, is a thin, tall guy in his thirties with a chronic player in his ears and a phlegmatic desire to drink vodka anyway with whom and where.

Olga herself is a mystery girl. In her (then) 29 years old, she looked barely at 25. The figure is excellent! Black hair to the shoulders, oriental features of the face ... True, the chest is not very big, but this is “an amateur.” The “flaws” of the breast were compensated for by her charm and behavior. We always had a small platonic romance with her.

Well, it happens that people just sympathize with each other and no more. When I called her home and offered to go with us, she asked what the conditions were. I said that they promised to accommodate the four of us in one room. She hesitated not long! The only thing she asked was whether there would be a screen between the beds. “What a nafig to you, a screen! Well this is a hostel, not “Hotel California!” Are you too shy ?! ”“ Yes, no! ”Answered Olka,“ Well, just, somehow ... ”

We arrived on Friday night. Placed us, as promised, in a four-bed house. In the evening we went to the concerts of the bards, then we drank vodka by the fire, and then we went, in a state of fainting from alcohol and fatigue, to the cottage to sleep. I remember the evening very little. In the morning I woke up first. It was about six o'clock. It is already light, the birds are singing outside the window. Beauty! I'm lying bastard. Still sleeping. Olga woke up. She threw back the blanket, and sat down on the bed, lifting her legs down and feeling for them the shales. I pretended sleeping, and he spied on her. Olka was wearing a white T-shirt and, it seems, without panties. She rubbed her face with her hands, and reached into the nightstand. She took out a mirror and a comb. The act of combing did not last very long, after which a small box appeared from the same bedside table. Contact lenses! - I guessed. Eight years know Olga, but did not think that she wears lenses.

She inserted the lenses in the usual confident motion and climbed back into the nightstand, from where she took out a roll of toilet paper. Having rewound two pieces from the roll, forty centimeters each, she put the roll back. Then she got up. Yes! I was not mistaken, due to the lack of panties! She took a short skirt from the back of the chair, quickly put it on just like that, without panties, covered all the charms with the skirt, and left the house. I wonder if she’s big or little, I thought.

Toilet at the base was one! This is a wooden house for two offices back to back, where there was always a line on both sides. Moreover, through the gaps in the boards from one half it was clear what was happening in the other. I terribly loved this toilet, from which you can “legally” pry women, but only the queue was always embarrassing. I think Olka will be horrified by him. She was not thirty minutes. Appearing, she took a towel and a bag from the bedside table and went away again. Wash went, I guess. Ten minutes later she appeared again, threw the bag on the bed and went out onto the porch. My wife and her husband were still sleeping. I got up, got dressed, took my towel and left the house.

Olka was sitting on the steps of the porch.

- Good morning! How did you sleep? - I asked.

“I slept normally,” Olka said, turning away.

- What, head bo-bo?

- Yes!

- Maybe a tablet?

- Take me Home!

As the only transport was my car, in which we all arrived.The bus to the city will only be at the end of the festival on Sunday. And to the city "plow" 52km along a narrow winding forest road.

- Come on?! My work will begin at nine in the morning, I will not have time. And what happened?

- I feel out of sorts.

- ABOUT! I also feel unimportant after yesterday. Juice drink tomato or, won, validol suck helps.

- It will not help me! Do something, I will not live until Sunday evening!

I sat down on the porch.

- What happened? - I asked seriously.

- I have constipation.

- And now what i can do?

- Laxative or better enema, answered Olka with hopelessness in her voice.

- Where can I get it? - I began to think out loud.

- Yeah, and where to do, not in the same terrible outhouse! - Olka was indignant.

- Okay, now come up with.

I went to the car. He took out from the trunk two two-liter bottles with supplies of drinking water. I remembered how we made sprinklers in childhood. He took off the cork, took out a penknife from the glove compartment, warmed it with a lighter and cut a small hole in the cork. Then he screwed half a ballpoint pen into it and screwed the cork on a bottle of water. And what, in fact, not an enema? Putting this construction, and at the same time the second bottle, I went into the package to the house. Olga was still sitting on the porch, bent over and her arms folded on her stomach.

“Take some Vaseline or cream with you and go with me.”

The base was still sleeping. Olga went into the house and a second later came out with a package in her hand.

- Where are we going then?

- In the forest, do an enema.

- What an enema, where did you get it ...?

We walked 500 meters into the forest. There was no one around.

- So, come! Come here or something.

When I got the building out of the package, Olka giggled ...

- What is it! Squirt, huh !?

- Do not have another one! Will you suffer or use this ?!

“Have you at least disinfected her?”

- Everything is sterile! Do not worry! Not in the mouth.

- Wait for me here, do not look, okay ?!

- OK OK!

She took the bottle, gave me her bag and took a few steps to the side. I stood back to her.

- Give the package, I forgot the cream.

I turned around. Olka was squatting. Her short skirt hid all the charms from my eyes, but absolutely did not interfere with going to the toilet. The bottle stood on the grass nearby. I handed the package. She quickly took out a tube of cream and handed the package back.

- Goodbye! Turn around!

At this time, she squeezed the cream on her finger and raised her hand to her ass. I turned away. But after a few seconds, she called me again.

- Well, how to do it !? I will not succeed!

I turned around. Olka stood on half-bent and held a bottle behind her hands. It really wasn’t convenient to do it alone. The bottle was heavy and big, and holding it behind the ass, and even squeezing the liquid was, to put it mildly, uncomfortable.

- I will sit over this bottle, and you squeeze out of it ...

Olka crouched over the bottle. The tip was already in the pope, and the "enema" stood on the ground. I took the bottle with both hands and began to squeeze it. As for evil, nothing Olkina was not visible. Everything was hidden under the skirt.

“I can't do this either, for five minutes I stand on half-bent.”

- So! Come on all fours.

- Well, I can not do that at all! I'm shy.

- Ol, stop show off! Now someone else will go, let's get faster.

Olka rose, the tip came out of the priests, then she stood on her elbows and knees. Finally, her ass opened to my eyes. She was just adorable! The ideal shape and a small pink hole in the center. Next to the hole was a small wreath. She must have constipation often, I thought to myself. I slowly introduced a long tip into her ass. At that moment I felt her body: trembling and agitation, excitement and desire, as if I had inserted into her elastic hole not a tip of an enema, but a member. I began to squeeze the water. Olka moaned. It was not possible to pour in the whole bottle, it was simply impossible to completely squeeze it out, but a liter and a half went in. The procedure lasted two or three minutes. I slowly pulled the tip, at this moment a small trickle spilled out of her hole.

- Oh, I, it seems, could not hold a little bit!

- It's okay! Now 15 minutes go and everything works ...

- I can not stand 15!

- Stop whining, everything is fine!

And we went for a walk in the woods. “Walking” is too loud! I had the feeling that I was learning to walk again. We walked under the handle, and every three steps stopped. Olka squeezed my hand so that her nails pierced my skin. Three minutes later she said that she could no longer. At this moment, on the path along which we “walked” there appeared some tourists with backpacks. They were approaching us.

- I'm commemorating now ...

She was all overwhelmed. Tourists passed by in the direction of the base.

- How are you? - I asked.

She was silent, clenching her teeth and clinging to my hand. These tourists were so slowly removed that it seemed to me that Olka was doing it now. Well, in general, that's what happened. She only managed to lift her skirt and, even without sitting down, could not resist and released a stream of water. People were already far away, but as best I could, I tried to cover her with myself. She crouched down. I turned away from decency. I was scared to look at her at that moment, and I slowly turned my head in her direction. Olka squatted down and pushed the next “accumulated” portion out of herself.

It looked extremely erotic! She bit her lip, clenched her fists and stood slightly at the moments of the most intense tension. I looked at her toes. They were as perfect as the hands. The idea that I saw these legs in winter in boots, and at home in white socks or translucent through black tights, and in summer closed shoes, and everywhere, and for almost 10 years of acquaintance there was a lot of things - this thought made me strong Excited, I do not know why.

Goosebumps that covered all the visible parts of Olkina's dark body showed that she was enjoying the highest pleasure from the process. After each “portion” she crawled a little, without getting up from a squatting position, to another place, so as not to get dirty. Looking at what she did, I thought that she would never have been able to go herself. Too large in size and shape were the "works". Probably Igor fucks her in the ass, I thought. Although, Olka did not tolerate anal. I knew this from her stories; she never hid anything from me.

I remember a sentimental story about how she was given an enema at the hospital before the operation. I just came to visit her, and I met in the corridor after the procedure on the way to the toilet. I remember her expression so far:

- And why didn't you ask Igor to go with you?

- And I'm ashamed of him! - through a tense breath said Olka.

- What about me?!

- And you are not!

I looked excited eyes and thought about the strange female logic.