My Sexual Awakening: Story Time with Suzy Q
My mother divorced when I was two, and I was raised by two strict old ladies: my mother (who was in her 40s when she had me) and my grandmother. My mother worked, so she often left me with my Grandmother. I tried to be a good little girl; I always tried hard to please.
My mother was very controlling, She would always ask me every night if I had pooped that day, and how much. She tried to control my diet, to make me poop more often. For instance, she would insist I eat a large bowl of prunes every morning for a week. I would then have to report my progress every evening. Then came what I referred to as the "brown pills," which she administered every morning, standing over me until I ate every thing up. Still, she was not satisfied. Finally, my mother dropped me off at my grandmother's house and her parting words were, "Do everything exactly as your grandmother requires of you. You will be a good little girl, promise me."
"Yes, Momma, I promise," I dutifully said.
After I had played quietly at my grandmother's for a while, I heard her rummaging around in the bathroom. She then popped her head out and called me in. She was very stern, She ordered me to strip off all my clothes and sit on the toilet. The apartment was quite warm.
"Lean forward," she demanded. I did as I was told.
My grandmother shoved a well lubricated enema nozzle inside me! What a shock! I hadn't noticed the big red bag hanging on the bathroom door before.
"What are you doing to me?"I cried out. She said nothing.
When my little body was full, she left the room. Over her shoulder she ordered, "Hold it until I return." I had promised Momma I would be so good!
Waves of cramps began to flow through me. I cried softly and my breathing was shallow and quick. After five minutes passed, Grandmother returned. She pulled my head forward until my ass was exposed and she pulled the enema nozzle out. She demanded I release, and I did.
But ... there was a secret in my shame-filled heart. This experience had caused me to have my first orgasm, long before I even knew what it was.
Love,
Suzy Q
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