[The Dusty Tales of the Saturn Village Chief] 3. Rural Enema Method

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"Should I go wash up?" Er Ya asked me softly. She hummed softly,
sounding a bit like she was sick, but also like she was enjoying it. I had been fiddling around in Er Ya's anus for a while, and
my fingers felt sticky, a little slippery, and a bit greasy, reminding me of smearing yellow
glycerin into a carriage axle. A faint stench began to permeate the air, and I unconsciously frowned.
"Washing the outside won't get you inside, and even if you scratch it a few times, it'll still be dirty." I was unimpressed by Er Ya's attempt to please
me. I pulled my fingers out of her anus and used both hands to spread her buttocks apart.
Although Er Ya's buttocks were perky, because her body was thin, her buttocks were also thin. With a slight spread, her buttocks were fully exposed, and
her pink anus opened into a small hole, about the size of a firecracker.
I don't know why city people call an anus a chrysanthemum. The anus I see now looks a bit like a
sunflower, a round hole in the middle with fleshy lines radiating outwards. I noticed something in those fleshy lines; I knew
what it was. I looked at my fingers; there was that stuff on them too. My stomach felt a little nauseous, so I quickly
wiped it on Er Ya's underwear.
"Then I'll try to clean it inside as much as possible," Er Ya said again, seemingly wanting to
satisfy me with her anus.
"Can you clean all the poop out of your belly?!" I snapped at Er Ya, forcefully spreading her buttocks
apart. Her anus opened even wider, making the opening appear even emptier. I stared at
the circle around her anus, and suddenly a thought struck me. I asked, "Where's the kettle you use to boil water?"
"On the stove in the outer room. What do you need it for right now, Uncle?" Er Ya, momentarily confused, turned to ask
me. I chuckled lewdly, lightly patted Er Ya's swollen, red buttocks, and turned to leave the house.
We're not like city people; we don't have terms like bedroom, living room, kitchen, or bathroom. In our Saturn Village, houses
have two, three, four, or five rooms. We call the room with the door the outer room, where we store miscellaneous items
and have a stove—equivalent to a city kitchen. The room facing the outer room is called the inner room, with a kang (heated brick bed), table, and stools
—equivalent to a city bedroom/living room. Houses with three or more rooms are divided into east and west rooms. Houses with two large kangs
are called north and south kangs.
Our "toilet" wasn't inside the house, it was outside, in our own yard, in a shady corner,
either with a plank or a mud mound, less than a square meter, barely two meters high. We called it the outhouse.
The place where Er Ya and I had sex was, of course, the inner room. The stove was in the outer room, just a short walk away.
I found the kettle, then the water vat and the ladle, filled the kettle, and carried it back to the inner room.
I admired Er Ya's honesty; she probably figured I wasn't finished and that finding the kettle was related to sex,
so she kept her swollen, red buttocks sticking out over the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), barely moving.
"Spread your buttocks apart with your hands," I ordered Er Ya. Er Ya looked at me, confused, but almost
without hesitation, she spread her buttocks apart.
I inserted my finger into Er Ya's anus, poked and prodded it a few times, then pulled it out and pressed it against her buttocks
. With my other hand, I held the kettle and inserted the spout into Er Ya's anus. The spout was about the same thickness as my finger, so
it went in easily. I lifted the kettle higher and saw a few bubbles rising inside. I knew this method
was working; the water was flowing into Er Ya's intestines.
"How does it feel?"
"My stomach feels cold."
"Is it uncomfortable?"
"It feels good."
I continued to give her the enema, enthusiastically and attentively.
"What are you doing?" Er Ya finally couldn't help but ask me.
"I'm giving you an enema. City people call it an enema." I felt I should explain it to Er Ya.
"What's the use of an enema?"
"To make you have diarrhea."
"Why do you want me to have diarrhea?" "
So that all the poop in your intestines is emptied out so I can fuck your anus."
"Oh!"
Er Ya finally understood and obediently let me give her the enema, without saying another word. I glanced at the water level in the kettle
; if poured into a bowl, it would fill about two large bowls.
"How do you feel now?"
"Swelling, getting sweller."
"The more you pour, the cleaner it gets."
I had no experience, just spouting nonsense to fool Er Ya. Anyway, it won't kill her! "It
hurts a little." "
Really? How does it hurt?"
"Like when you have diarrhea and are rushing to poop."
"Oh! That's right, an enema makes you have diarrhea."
It worked! I became increasingly confident in my invention of this kettle enema.
"Ouch… I can't take it anymore, my stomach is twisting and hurting!"
I pulled the spout out of Er Ya's anus and put the kettle on the ground. Er Ya's anus contracted rapidly,
but still spurted out a stream of water, almost spraying me.
I slapped her already swollen buttocks again and commanded, "Clamp up!"
"Yes, I'm clamping it!"
"It needs to soak a little longer to loosen your poop."
"Yes."
I squeezed Er Ya's buttocks together to help her clamp them tight, and Er Ya groaned as she strained to hold it in. I looked up at
the digital clock on the wall, wanting to see how long Er Ya could hold it in, to gain experience for the future.
5 minutes. Er Ya's brows furrowed, her fists clenched.
10 minutes. Er Ya jumped up with a whoosh, running and shouting, "Uncle, I can't hold it in anymore, I'm about to burst out
!"
I didn't hear the door open, only the constant slurping from the outer room. I couldn't help but ask, "Did you
poop in the room?"
"Yeah, it was too late, otherwise I would have pooped in my pocket."
"So where did you poop now? On the floor in the room?"
"No, I pooped in the pig feed bucket, it'll be perfect for feeding the pigs tomorrow morning!"
Damn, this is how you live, there's no need to be so frugal! I cursed inwardly.
"Uncle, I'm done!"
"How much did you poop?"
"About half a basin."
"You should be clean now, come back!"
"Hmm... I don't think I'm clean. Judging by the color, it's from lunch. I had sorghum rice for dinner."
"Alright, come back quickly, what you ate for dinner might still be in your stomach!"
"Oh. But I don't have anything to wipe my bottom with, Uncle, can you find me some paper?"
"Paper? What paper? Wipe with your underwear, then take your
clothes off and come back." After a while, Er Ya came into the house naked from the waist down, carrying her pants. She threw them on the kang (heated brick bed), moved closer to me
, and touched her stomach, saying, "It feels so tight, Uncle, you can fuck me now, it won't get dirty."
I hugged Er Ya and naturally inserted my finger into her anus, probing inside her intestines. Indeed,
the sticky feeling was gone. I couldn't help but sigh: City people really know how to clean things up, they really got it clean. But
my old-fashioned method works pretty well too. My big cock had been standing erect for over half an hour, and now that
Er Ya's anus was finally cleaned , there was no need to wait any longer. After the enema, Er Ya's post-orgasmic, dead flesh
was already alive again.
"Hmm, kneel on the edge of the kang, your ass sticking out." I hadn't taken off my pants;
it would be easier to fuck her if she was in this position, so I ordered her. Er Ya pulled a corner of the mattress from the kang and
placed it on the edge, then knelt down, her legs spread wide, her buttocks raised high, her upper body completely prone
, her large breasts squeezing out between her body and the kang surface. Er Ya turned her face to the side, her face pressed against the kang, glancing back at
me out of the corner of her eye, looking completely helpless.
Because of her effort in sticking her buttocks out, her clean anus was naturally pulled open, revealing a small, round hole about the size of a thumb
. In the dim light, I could see the fresh pink intestinal flesh inside. I tried
stroking the area around the small hole with my fingers, and it immediately contracted and closed reflexively. When I removed my fingers, it slowly
opened again, which excited me greatly.
I held the base of my large penis with one hand and stroked Er Ya's anus with the other, then thrust my penis into Er Ya
's cunt and started pumping.
"Oh...oh...Uncle, weren't you going to fuck my anus? You've put it in the wrong place!" Er Ya moaned,
reminding me.
"First, dip it in your cunt with some cunt fluid." After thrusting dozens of times, my penis became wet and slippery, so
I pulled it out and placed the head of my penis against Er Ya's anus. Because of the stroking with my fingers, the anus
was now closed. I didn't try to dilate it with my fingers; I directly pushed the head of my penis inside. I
watched intently as my penis slowly transformed Er Ya's chrysanthemum into a sunflower. I continued thrusting
, and as my glans broke through the tightest grip, Er Ya's anus was wide open, the petals scattered,
no longer resembling a sunflower.
I ignored Er Ya's heavy breathing and high-pitched cries, immersed in the novel sensation the grip of her anus brought to my penis
. I savored it carefully, then fully inserted my thick, hard penis into Er Ya's
body through her anus. "Damn, that's really tight," I thought to myself, tilting my head to look at her vaginal opening, pitifully wide open. I
knew I wouldn't be visiting that loose hole so often anymore.
After my penetration stopped, Er Ya's cries also ceased. I felt Er Ya was too tense; her anus was
contracting incessantly, gripping my penis, making my urethra uncomfortable. I had to
use my hands to pry open Er Ya's buttocks to prevent her anus from contracting too much.
"Does it hurt?" I suddenly felt a pang of pity and leaned in to ask Er Ya.
"It hurt a little while ago, but it doesn't hurt when I don't move. It just feels swollen, like a dry stool that's half-pulled out and stuck."
"Hehe!" Er Ya's description was quite detailed, making me laugh. "Your asshole is clean this time
, so Uncle won't rush to fuck you. It won't hurt if I play slowly, don't be afraid."
I comforted Er Ya because before, when I fucked her asshole, some poop would always come out, and I would just thrust
in and fuck her hard until I ejaculated. Er Ya's asshole had never been treated kindly; it always hurt so much that
she cried out.
"Hmm. Actually, I'm really afraid of Uncle fucking my asshole!" Er Ya told the truth when she saw that I was being gentle with her.
"Why do you always happily let your uncle fuck your ass?"
"If your uncle likes it, I'm happy. It only hurts for a little while, but I can bear it."
Of all the women from Saturn Village I've slept with, Er Ya is probably the one I like best. Sometimes,
when I want to sleep with other women, I just leave home and end up at Er Ya's house. Normally, I rarely think about
which woman is sincere to me and which is fake. I don't care about sincerity or pretense, as long as they're willing to
let me fuck them. They're either already someone else's woman, or sooner or later, they will become someone else's woman
. No matter how good they are, I have no intention of possessing them all.
I eat all kinds of grains, I'm not picky about food. Life like this is easy
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