Chapter 8
Oddly, Lydia's next sexual experience was with the police commissioner of her city. They met at a Murcer Corp. function.
He took her home.
She thought it strange at first but soon thought of him as a man rather than as a cop. After all, he was very good looking.
Older.
Distinguished.
And weird.
Things got peculiar fast with Commissioner Peterson.
It was Lydia who got the kinkiness started.
"I am in the mood to try something that I have never tried before," the pretty little girl said.
"What's that?" the police commissioner asked, tilting his handsome head to one side.
"I am in the mood to her fucked-but in a brand new way, the pretty little girl said.
"Just tell me more precisely what you mean, and your sexual fantasy can come true," the police commissioner said.
"I, uhhhhhhhh, I guess I should just put this bluntly," the pretty little girl said.
"I always got the impression that not beating around the push was never one of your problems," the police commissioner said.
"Okay, okay, all right, all right, what I am trying to say is, I want to get fucked in the ass," the pretty little girl said.
"Ohhhhhhh. I had a feeling that was what you were talking about."
"I want to take your big cock right up the pooper," the pretty little girl said.
"I think that can be arranged," the police commissioner said with a smirk.
"Should I just get on my hands and knees and let you plow me?"
"No, no, no. There are preparations to be made," the police commissioner said. "What?"
"For one thing, my cock is not yet completely hard," the police commissioner said.
"Ohhhhh, I'll bet that wouldn't take long to achieve," the pretty little girl said.
"No, I suppose not, especially if you were giving me a helping hand."
Lydia Murcer reached down and took the police commissioner's cock in her fist.
"A helping hand," she said with a giggle, tugging at his dick.
"Yes, but, I suspect that getting my cock hard is going to be the easy part."
"What do you mean?"
"I think that it is GETTING YOUR ASS PREPARED THAT WE SHOULD WORRY ABOUT."
"Why?"
"You said it yourself. You have never been fucked in the bung before," the police commissioner said. "True."
"It is not as easy as having your pussy cherry popped, you know."
"No."
"No way."
"Why is there a difference?" the pretty little girl queried, raising an eyebrow. "Well, for one thing, your ass-hole is tighter, much tighter."
"I see."
"You cunt was designed to take things inside. Your ass-hole was designed only to push things out," the police commissioner said.
"I see. It is going to be difficult, I suppose, for you to get your thick log of beef into my poop-chute?" the pretty little girl said.
"Yes. I have a sneaking suspicion that the initial penetration of your ass-hole is going to take all of my energy."
"Gosh."
"And that is even after the preparations have been made," the police commissioner said.
"Please, tell me, what sort of preparations are these that you are talking about," the pretty little girl requested firmly.
"You are going to have to be purged and you are going to have to be lubricated before I can even think of reaming you."
"I understand the lubrication part, but what does purge mean?"
"It means that you are going to receive an enema," the police commissioner said.
"Oh."
"You know what an enema is, right?" the police commissioner said.
"Oh yes. That is what they give people to make them shit."
"Right. I am going to be flushing out your bowels with hot water."
"I think that it sounds like a hell of a lot of fun," the pretty little girl said.
"In that case I suggest we move the sideshow to the John," the police commissioner said.
"Right," the pretty little girl said.
Commissioner Peterson fetched his enema bag and showed it to the pretty little girl.
"What do you think of my purging device?" the man said.
"I think it looks like a hot water bottle," the man said. "Oh?"
"Yes, just like those I used to keep me warm on cold winter nights when I was just a little girl," the pretty little girl said.
"Except, I'll bet your hot water bottle did not have a long rubber hose dangling from the base of it," the police commissioner said.
"No. I can see that there is a little metal clamp around the rubber hose, pinching it closed-why is that there?"
"That is there to keep any of the water from flowing down the hose and out the plastic nozzle prematurely."
"I presume by prematurely you mean before the nozzle has been shoved up inside my ass-hole," the girl said.
"That's right."
"That nozzle sure is long!" the pretty little girl
"Sure is." I
"Longer than it really has to be, don't you think?" the pretty little girl said.
"Maybe a little. Maybe that's why I like it a lot," the police commissioner said.
"That would figure. The nozzle must be four and a half inches long," the pretty little girl said.
"That's true."
" "It is long enough to be correctly termed a syringe!" the pretty little girl said.
"I think that is what they ARE called in the pharmacy," the police commissioner said.
"The nozzle certainly is bizarrely shaped," the girl said.
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, it sure as hell is not shaped for easy penetration," the pretty little girl said. "No."
"I can see that the plastic enema syringe is thickest at the tip and skinniest at the base," the pretty little girl said.
"Yes."
"But why? Wouldn't it be so much easier to get it up inside my ass-hole if it were tapered at the tip or something."
"I suppose it would. But the tip must LOCK inside your colon while your ass-hole squeezes at the skinnier base."
"Lock?" the pretty little girl said.
"That's right."
"What do you mean, lock?"
"Let me put it this way. It is going to take a sharp tug to get the nozzle back out of your ass-hole after it has been deeply inserted," the man said.
"I see. I can see that the enema bag sure is BIG!" the pretty little girl said.
"Sure is."
"It looks like it could hold many quarts of water," the pretty little girl said. "It can."
"How, how much water are you going to put in the bag?" the pretty little girl said.
"I figured I was going to fill the bag all the way to the brim."
"I see. Then, uhhhhhhhh, how much of that water am I going to be expected to take inside my ass-hole?" the pretty little girl said.
"Why, you would be expected to take all of it," the police commissioner said.
"But-"
"No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Taking all of the water is the only way that we can be assured that your bowels are thoroughly purged."
"I don't think there is any way I can hold all of that water."
"No?"
"No! I think that I am going to keep shitting out the water prematurely."
"We are just going to have to repeat the process again and again until you get it right," the police commissioner said.
"Oh my."
"The trick is, you see, to tense the ring of muscle at the mouth of your rectum while you are completely relaxing the muscles around your colon," the police commissioner said.
"I see. But-"
"What?"
"That sounds impossible," the pretty little girl said.
"I assure you that it is not," the police commissioner said.
"Oh my," the pretty little girl said.
Lydia Murcer sounded EXTREMELY worried.
"I have a feeling that you are going to get the knack of it!"
"Do you want me to get in the tub?" the naked girl questioned.
"That might be a good idea," the police commissioner said with a small laugh.
"Do you want me to stretch out on my belly or something?"
"No, no, no, no, I want you to remain standing," the police commissioner said.
"Okay."
"Turn so that you are facing the shower nozzle. Good girl."
Lydia Murcer could feel a tingling of anticipation in her ass-hole.
"I want you to stand with your feet as far apart in the tub as you can," the police commissioner said.
"Right," the pretty little girl said.
The tub was made of white porcelain. It was cool on the pretty little girl's dainty feet. She pushed her feet as far apart as she could possibly get them in the tub. She didn't stop parting her feet until her ankle bones were pressed against the sides of the tub. She parted her thighs to a perfect ninety-degree angle. She parted her thighs so far that her inner thighs and her ass cheeks parted right along with her thighs.
"Good," the police commissioner said.
Commissioner Peterson put the latex enema bag in the sink and he began to rinse it off. Commissioner Peterson sterilized the plastic enema nozzle with some rubbing alcohol.
He then began to fill the bag.
"What temperature are you going to make the water?" she asked.
"I am going to make sure that the water is steamy hot," the police commissioner said.
"Are you going to scald the inside of my ass?" the pretty little girl said.
"The water should be just shy of scalding, to tell the truth," the police commissioner said.
"I hope so."
She could see the steam rising from the top of the bag.
Commissioner Peterson lifted the bag out of the sink. He had filled it all the way to the brim just as he had promised he would.
Commissioner Peterson found that the bag was remarkably heavy. He found that his muscles had to strain to get the bag out of the sink. Commissioner Peterson attached the bag to the overhead chrome pole that was usually used exclusively to support the plastic shower curtain. The curtain rob bowed under the weight of the bag. The hose dangled downward. The enema nozzle, the multiply perforated plastic purging syringe, swung from side to side just like a pendulum.
The tingling in the pretty little girl's ass-hole was getting steadily worse. She could feel her ass-hole opening and closing.
Commissioner Peterson began to massage her ass cheeks gently with his palm. Commissioner Peterson then dug the tips of his fingers right into the crack of the little girls ass. He touched her hot, hot ass-hole with the tip of his middle finger and the little girl could be heard to whimper with her passion. She purred just like an alley cat.
Commissioner Peterson pulled her cheeks apart.
Far.
As far as they could go.
She could feel the skin in the crack of her ass stretching taut.
Even some of the puckers in the girl's rectum had been smoothed by the pressure he was exerting down there.
"Oh, open me."
"You are opened."
"It is so good."
"Can you feel air on your ass-hole?" Commissioner Peterson asked. "YES!"
"Good. Prepare for purging."
"Ready as I'll ever be!"