Duet Chapter 8 : I Meet Samantha

Early Sunday morning, I was walking alone as usual along the beach when the girl in the basement came out toward the water.

"Hello," I said as she came along side me in the sand.

"Hello, my name is Samantha. I an staying at the Abbott house for the season."

"I'm Jim," I answered quickly.

"Isn't the water beautiful this time of day?"

"Yes, it is, and quiet as well. That's why I walk here so early."

"Sorry if I interrupted."

"No, quite the opposite. I am glad to have someone to walk with. This time of year there are only those few that live here year- round and no one else is my age."

"I know, I've looked around town and there really isn't very much to do."

"You're right. Most people go up to Harbortown for their excitement." I looked over at her she had long blond hair and long well-shaped legs and thighs as well as large tits that were clearly visible through the tee-shirt she was wearing. It was obvious she had on no bra. As we walked her tits seemed to get even larger as her nipples stuck out through the shirt. The short wraparound skirt just barely covered her ass.

"My mom and I stay here mostly. We expected to have a house in Harbortown by now but something happened and we are staying at the Abbott's for a while. Mr. Abbott works with my dad."

I extended my hand and we walked for a while along the beach, eventually, hand in hand, got to the other end near the protected cove.

"Want to go swimming," Samantha asked as we reached the cove.

"Sure I have a suit under my shorts. I sometimes come down here to swim so that I can be alone."

"OK, lets do it." She stripped off her shirt and skirt revealing a bikini bottom but not a top and ran for the ocean. "Hey, wait a...."

"Its OK, I never wear a top. What's the matter you never seen breasts before. Come on in."

I joined her in the water and we began to swim. We went out to the buoy that marked the channel and back. She walked from the water and lay down on the beach to get some of the sun that had come up while we were in the water. I came out and stared at her breasts the whole time and finally came up next to her.

"Come on, lay down. I won't bite. You don't have to stare at my breasts, they won't go away."

We lay on the beach for a considerable time looking at the sky and saying nothing. Periodically, I looked over at her breasts and her long thin body and wished that I could fuck her.

"You know, I really know a lot about you. I have been asking around for the past few days since I really wanted to meet you."

"How did......"

"Oh, it was easy," she broke in. "I knew you were around since we saw you in the mirror the other night looking in the window when my mother and I were in the basement and I was getting an enema the other night. Then I saw you again the pharmacy when mother and I were buying me a new enema bag. You must have gotten quite a show. Did you jack off? Or are you just a peeper who likes to look at girls getting enemas?"

"Uh....n....no, I mean...."

"Oh, its OK. My mother wasn't really sure that someone was there, but I saw your face. You really looked like you were amazed. Don't be embarrassed. I liked it."

"But......" My words trailed off.

"You see," she continued, "My mother and i have developed a weird relationship. She prefers women, and I like enemas and assfucking." That makes it easier for both of us. I prefer men but if it gets me an enema and an assfucking once in a while I will act as if I like her coming on to me.

My face must have gone beet red as she was talking because she began to laugh.

"Really, it's OK. I don't mind if you look, although i would rather have you fuck me if you want. You still did not answer my question, Do you like enemas?"

"Yeah, I love enemas." I answered with assurance. There was no sense in lying.

"How about one now? Nobody is home at my house."

My prick had hardened and must have been obvious through my shorts. Nonetheless, we got up and walked toward her house. Walking toward the path from the beach, we began to discuss our likes in enemas.

"What about you, when did you begin to like enemas?," I asked her.

"Oh, I guess I was about three when I got my first one over her lap in the bathroom. I was sick at the time and she thought I was constipated. It was the first time I remember that I saw her big red bag and hose. I liked it so much I just sort of stayed constipated. It wasn't hard to figure out the symptoms she wanted and I just brought them up periodically."

"Eventually, I asked so frequently that she got used to giving me enemas and anytime she was thinking that I had a problem. She would just pop up with red rubber bag and hose in hand in my room and shove the big tube up my ass."

"When I was about eleven, I started having periods and cramps and that was even better for getting them. She thought they were just the thing for reducing cramps. I didn't have to fake that I was backed up anymore. In any case, I don't think it would have mattered, especially with what I know now. She really gets off on giving them to me. What about you."

"The situation is really similar except, of course, that my mother isn't into them. i started to realize that they felt good and just started asking for them once in a while, but not too often to get her suspicious." I didn't mention anything else about my relationship with Mom. Better left to later.

Soon we were at the house and entered through the back garden. No one was home. We went to the basement where I had seen all the action several days before. I went over and sat on the couch. She went to the cabinet and took out the long red box and took out the bag and hose. Then she came over to the couch where I was sitting.

"Isn't this a beauty! It was my grandmother's. See the red hose and big black tip. The newer ones don't have a tip like this with the big bulb on the end." She was obviously proud of it.

"Ok, then. Take off your clothes and I'll get everything ready. You are going to get the enema of your life." She walked off toward the bathroom and I could hear the water running in short order. I began to undress.

"Do you like soap?", she yelled.

"yes, I do."

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