Preinternet Fantasies Four - From Barnyard to Doctor's Office

Written by Uncle Pan

On the last day of 2006, Sunday, December 31, I took a departure from my usual story writing and published Uncle Pan's Favorite Preinternet Sex Fantasies. A collection of ribald tales detailing the adventures of ordinary people in the 60's and 70's in an age where sex was coming out of the bedroom and onto the pages of magazines and newspapers devoted to exploits of human copulation. That first collection in the ensuing month and a half has done pretty well in terms of the number of downloads from mrd's site (which is the primary way we authors judge the success of our little endeavors). As of Feb. 15 it had 578 downloads, putting it ahead of a number of my original stories, some of which have been available longer. Cheered by this I have since posted two followups, Preinternet Fantasies, Volume Two, and Still More! Preinternet Fantasies Three. And now welcome to: Preinternet Fantasies Four, From the Barnyard to the Doctor's Office.

The old saying, "it takes all kinds" was never illustrated more clearly than in this this fourth volume. An enema loving nineteen year old, a woman recommends if you want to get over your sex inhibitions you should get a job in a massage parlor, and perhaps the weirdest of them all, an Oklahoma woman's love story with her family's horse. These are just a few of the stories in volume four which epitomize the range of the human experience, from tender tales of erotic discovery to the exotic pursuit of the outrageous.

Once again these stories come mostly from Response Magazine, and also KISS and Nancy Flowers' Forbidden Flowers. In presenting the first three I pretended to be a disc jockey again and led into each story with an introduction setting it up. However, the stories in volume four don't really need that kind of nurturing, each stands squarely on it's own merits, and each represents its unique turf in the sexual landscape. What all the stories do have in common, however, is the excitement an ordinary person felt when thinking back on an experience that changed his or her life, and the excitement further generated when trying to put the experience into words so as to share it with others of like persuasion. Sounds familiar, does it? Kind of like what we all do around here. Except with the paranoia of this day and age people in our forums get deleted when their experiences skate to close to the illegal. In order to protect the site and its members illegalities must be wrapped in robes of fantasy.

Return with us now to those thrilling and not so distant days of yesteryear, when people first began to emerge from the cocoon that our lives had been wrapped in before the nineteen sixties happened, and Catch 22, the Beatles, Nancy Friday, hippies and the dawning of the age of Aquarius opened our collective eyes to some of the sensual possibilities that life on this earth could provide.

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¦ old fucker . . . from Response: I'm 19 and I go out with an old guy for purely personal reasons, but I take a lot of ribbing from the people in my office, and you can be sure of that. But this guy lets me get off my chest whatever's bothering me, and what it's usually got to do with is another guy, one my age or a little older.

I get along with my boyfriends alright, but only up to a certain point ÐÐ that point usually comes after they have gotten into my panties for a month or so, and they start taking me for granted. It's like we've run out of things to say and do ÐÐ and it's after yet another of these short-lived failures, if you want to call them that, that I go over to see James.

He has a nice apartment, cozy, and I can relax with him. He tells me all kinds of stories to cheer me up and some are very sexy and get me horny. My cunt gets wet and I feel horny and ready to go, but up until this one night we never did anything together. Then this one night happened.

It had been about three days since I kicked this one guy out, I was severely constipated. I told James about this and he suggested giving me an enema because the junk I was taking for my constipation had not done any good. I had had enemas as a child, but had pretty much forgotten all about it.

I had never had anyone but my mother ever give me an enema, so I guess it's understandable if I was a wee bit shy with James at first, but I made a decision right then and there to relax and do just what he told me to. So there I was, wearing only my bra, and standing in his bathroom with no panties on, and I was barefoot too. And the next thing you know I was letting James rub a glob of Vaseline on my anus, and then I was lying on his bathroom floor on a huge beach towel while he was inserting the enema tube.

God, what a feeling! I took all the soapy water the bag had in it. I can't hope to describe the wild sensations of being all filled up with hot, soapy water, and being more than a little uncomfortable, but I would also have to report than in addition I felt a parallel heat in my pussy and my clit was positively stinging. I held the water a long time just as James had told me to, then I shit it all out into the toilet bowl, making a hell of a lot of crazy noises while I was doing it.

Afterwards I felt definitely better and we ended up drinking some rum. Well, about an hour had gone by and I had put my panties pack on, and was sitting with him in only bra and panties, and then I had this strong, almost frightening urge to be sucked. It was so terrible; I started shaking, and he asked me what was making me twist and squirm so. And I just had to tell him. He suggested giving me yet another enema, and just the idea suddenly got me so horny I could barely stand it. And once we got back into his bathroom, this time I stripped bare naked. He rubbed Vaseline on my ass hole again, and stuck his nozzle in, and once again he filled my entrails with warm, soapy water. And afterwards he lifted me up onto the toilet and likewise urged me to keep it in as long as I could. Then he got down on his knees. I had to smile because James knew just exactly what I wanted ÐÐ to be sucked.

I put my bare feet on his shoulders and slouched down on the toilet, my belly about to burst. Then he spread my pussy lips wide and started in eating me. It was overwhelming. I started to come on his tongue and at the same time I couldn't hold the water inside me a second longer. As I came my asshole opened and out shot the water like an explosion. James kept right on sucking my cunt without skipping a beat as I was moaning and crying about how sexy I felt.

Later James lovingly sucked my anus because it was so tender and abused, and ever since then whenever I go to see James, constipated or not, I get myself an enema and a suck. Each and every time. It thrills me to death, and my only wish is that James could get his cock hard so that he could fuck me right afterwards. L. S., Queens, N.Y......(cont)



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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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