Graduate School Games - Chapter 5

By Spacebum

We arrived at Tricia's just a little after eleven, Karen wheeling her Lincoln in next to the robin's-egg-blue TransAm that already sat in the driveway.  Before we were fully out of the car, Andrea skipped out in a schoolgirl's uniform consisting of a white top, a form-fitting maroon pleated skirt that ended eight inches above her knees, her long red hair in pigtails, with a maroon beret perched jauntily on top of her head, and black-and-white saddle shoes over white anklets on her feet.  Tricia, right behind her, wore what can only be described as a headmistress's uniform, with a similar white top, a knee-length black pencil skirt that hugged her belly, hips, rear, and thighs like a second skin, textured black silk stockings, three-inch black stacked heels, a stethescope around her neck, and a one-inch thick pine fraternity paddle in her right hand.  "The theme of the day is School for Perversions.  My student will assist you in carrying your personal effects into the house."  We began removing our impedimentia from the backseat of the Versailles, handing some of the packages to Andy and distributing the rest between the two of us, Andy taking my hand to lead me into the house while Trish dropped back to wrap an arm companionably around Karen's waist.  I heard her ask, "Did the doctor confirm your pregnancy?"

 "Yes--he gave me a clean bill of health, too.  I'm supposed to go in between Christmas and New Year's for an ultrasound.  I guess I actually conceived a couple of days before your return from Chicago, not last Friday night like I thought."

 "No wonder you were falling in love with him as he slept beside you while I was gone.  Your body and heart already knew--it just took a while for your mind to catch up."  Her voice became a whisper at that point, and I decided not to try to eavesdrop any further; I couldn't have if I'd wanted to, anyway, because Andrea led me back into Tricia's bedroom, where she showed me the schoolboy uniform I'd be wearing for the first hour of our psychedelic party.

 She bent over in front of me, inching up her tight pleated skirt so I could see the vibrating buttplug stuck in her backside, exposed under maroon crotchless panties.  "Good thing this white top is heavy cotton and nearly opaque," she commented, opening the top two buttons to reveal a maroon bra with nipple cutouts, below which her waist was tightly cinched with a white, "little middle" syle corset.  Her nipples were stiff like elongated pebbles, and she explained, "I've probably come at least half a dozen times since I got into this outfit, and Headmistress Tricia has promised me five hundred whacks with the paddle and a big hot soapy enema as soon as I have you and Karen turned out in your uniforms.  My character is the Slutty Schoolgirl.  You're the Perverted Schoolboy.  You'll see what I mean as soon as you undress."  I quickly removed my jeans, shirt, and shoes, then she assisted me with my cotton socks, bikini briefs, and colored t-shirt.  From a drawer in one of Tricia's dressers, she removed an inch-and-a-half thick vibrating buttplug shaped like a penis, smeared aloe cream liberally around my anus, and shoved the mother home.  Then she sat me on the bed, pulling an ultra-tight white open girdle with attached garters up my legs, standing me up so she could snug it up into position, the top ending just over my bottom ribs.  Then she handed me a pair of maroon crotchless panties, which in donning I discovered were about three sizes too small, and a maroon bra with nipple cutouts.  Sitting me back on the bed, she eased flesh-toned nylon stockings up my legs, fastening them to the garters on my girdle when I stood up, then handed me a pair of tight maroon uniform shorts and a heavy white cotton uniform shirt to put on.  When I had these garments in place, she snugged the waist of the shorts excruciatingly tightly with the web belt threaded through its loops, handed me a pair of white cotton gym socks to put on, and helped me on with a pair of black slipon oxfords, handing me a maroon beret similar to hers and helping me to adjust its angle on my head, then taking my hand to lead me out to the livingroom.

 "Cute," Tricia remarked.  "It looks like Andrea has finally managed to find you and drag you back here for your well-deserved discipline.  What closet was he masturbating in today?"

 "The one in your private apartment, Headmistress Tricia.  The one with the louvers on the doors that allow him to see into your bedroom."

 "What did I tell you the last time I caught you masturbating in my closet?" her voice was nearly a scream as she said this.  "It'll be a minimum of five hundred strokes with the paddle, plus a big hot soapy enema when I'm done paddling your perverted little rear end.  Now go stand in the corner until Naughty Nurse arrives to help me with your punishment.  Slutty Schoolgirl, let's go see if Naughty Nurse is almost ready to join us."  I stood in the corner, my heart a triphammer in my chest as I waited for the scenario to unfold.

 Ten minutes later, I heard Tricia's and Karen's voices as they returned to the living room.  "You didn't peek while we were gone, did you?" Trish asked suspiciously.

 "No, Headmistress Tricia, ma'am."  I kept my position in the corner, wondering when I'd be able to see how they'd dressed Karen.

 "Turn around and put your hands behind your back."  As I did a military pivot the way Headmistress Tricia had trained me to do, I saw that Karen was dressed in a tight white miniskirted nurse's uniform, with a lowcut top that displayed her cleavage beautifully, with white hose and white low-heeled oxfords on her feet, a jaunty white nurse's cap on her head.  She was wheeling a medical rack bearing two bulging six-quart opentop hospital-style enema bags with soapsuds spilling over the tops and steam rising from the water.  She had taken the stethescope from Trish and put it around her neck, and she had rectal thermometers, latex thermometer covers, a large tube of K-Y jelly, and a box of exam gloves arranged neatly on the shelf below the horizontal bar where the bags of sudsy flusher were hanging.  Predictably, the hoses running from both bags were attached to double inflatable nozzle nozzles.  "This is Naughty Nurse Karen," Trish announced.  "And she's going to assist me with your discipline today.  Give a respectful hello to Nurse Karen, Slutty Schoolgirl and Perverted Schoolboy."
 

 I bowed deeply from the waist, noticing Andrea making a very formal curtsey, as we both intoned: "Good afternoon, Naughty Nurse Karen.  We know we've been bad, and we thank you for the discipline you will bestow on our unworthy bodies, so that we can grow up strong and right in the eyes of God and country."

 Karen stepped forward, curtseyed to us, and said, "A pleasure, my delinquent little darlings.  Headmistress Tricia has informed me that, prior to the execution of your sentences, we will be partaking in a bit of refreshment, so if you'll follow us into the kitchen, we have a nice surprise for you."  We followed her and Trish into the kitchen, standing respectfully in front of chairs at the dining table, and waited for them to pour strawberry milkshakes from a huge pitcher.  They set them down in four places at the table, came over to their chairs, and waited for us to pull them out and help them get settled before sitting down ourselves.

 "You'll like these shakes," Headmistress Tricia said graciously.  "They each have three grams of those famous wild mushrooms you like so well blended into them.  They'll nourish you and bolster your spirits to endure the discipline which your evil misdeeds have earned you today."  We drank heartily from our shakes, finishing them within five minutes.  "If you'll endure your discipline graciously," Headmistress Tricia continued, "we'll make another batch of these delightful treats for you after you release your colon flushers, but only if you hold them for the prescribed period without complaining."  At a nod to us, Andy and I rose to take the empty glasses to the sink, where we rinsed them carefully and filled them with sudsy water.

 "Now," Headmistress Tricia instructed, "Slutty Schoolgirl and Perverted Schoolboy, kneel on the sofa, skirt up and shorts down, and bend with your heads and shoulders resting on the back of the sofa."  Andy snugged her skirt up over her hips as I struggled to pull my shorts down to my knees, and we rested there, arms flat against the outside back of the couch.  "What do we have here?" Trish inquired sternly.  "Schoolchildren shouldn't put objects into their rectums."  She turned the vibrator on Andy's plug to high, giving her bottom one hundred swats with the big pine paddle, lecturing in an icy voice, "That's nasty and perverted, Slutty Schoolgirl.  The only people who should insert things into your rear are doctors, nurses, or your future husband if you want to prevent conception."  She left Andy rubbing her reddened rear as she came to inspect me.  "And we all know what a pervert you are, Perverted Schoolboy.  Not only do you have something up your bottom, but you're wearing ladies' underwear.  You'll probably grow up to be a homosexual, preying on other young boys like yourself.  Only a doctor or a nurse should ever insert anything into your arse."  She gave me one hundred swats with the paddle as she delivered this lecture, turning on the vibrator to my plug before she did so.  As I rubbed my smarting rear, she went back to stand behind Slutty Schoolgirl Andrea.  "What's this I see?  Is your perverted little quim juicing up from having that nasty thing buried in your bottom?"  She delivered one hundred more swats, then came back to regard me as I squirmed my erection against the back of the couch.  "Is Perverted Schoolboy rubbing himself off against my couch?"  She began pelting my rear vigorously, lecturing, "You'll go blind if you keep masturbating, and any children you father will probably be either weakly, feeble-minded, blind, or insane."

 She continued this process, heaping further abuse and imprecations on us, until we'd each received five hundred swats, then ordered us, in a stentorian voice, "Remove your skirt and top, Slutty Schoolgirl; remove your shorts and shirt, Perverted Schoolboy.  When you're done with that, lie down on the carpet, on your left sides with your legs apart."  Andy and I lay down in a modified soixante-neuf position, about a foot apart, our faces regarding each other's genitals.  "Naughty Nurse, do you want to come over to inspect them and start cleansing their filthy bowels?  They might be less lascivious and perverted if they weren't so constipated."

 Karen, in her role as Naughty Nurse, came over, switched off the vibrators to our plugs, and began tugging them from our rears, pulling hard until, with popping noises, she had them out of us.  "These devices are coated with stool.  I think these children need these purges worse than we had even suspected."  She snapped exam gloves on both hands, lubing our behinds in tandem before withdrawing middle fingers of both hands from our fundaments and exclaiming, "Ugghhh!  These brats are really filthy inside.  But not for long.  Soon, they'll be watching all their troubles float away--after holding their lavages for the prescribed fifteen minutes."  She moved away, returning in a moment to order, "Both of you spread your bottoms open with both hands so I can give you your medicine."

 I heard a gasp from Andrea as Karen inserted her inflatable nozzle and pumped it to maximum size, then a groan as she started the solution.  Then I felt a inflatable nozzle going into my rear, heard the sound of the inflator bulb, and gasped as I felt the steamy suds begin to flow into me.  The cramps soon overtook me, and I gritted my teeth, determined to endure the burning purge without complaint.  My penis, which had been erect nearly to the point of ejaculation from the buttplug and the initial insertion of the inflatable nozzle, soon wilted as the cramps from the suds took over the entirety of my consciousness. I looked over at Andrea, and noticed that she too had her teeth clenched against the agony as the relentless sudsy water kept on coming, making her feel as if her colon would burst from the pressure and crampy pain.  Her labia, which had been glistening with aroused wetness, seemed to dry out and contract as the solution flowed deeper into her body.  She tried vainly to smile, unable to catch her breath, wincing as the solution poured steadily into her, just like I was wincing as its fiery heat and pressure invaded my belly like some kind of ravaging alien force.  I saw her try to smile, although tears were forming in her brilliant green eyes, and I saw them start to slide down her face as the water pierced its way relentlessly further into her colon, feeling my own tears trickling down my face at the incredible pain I felt in my belly.  Andy's abdomen was sticking out, distended with the liquid pouring freely into her backside; I looked down to see that mine was inflated to a similar degree.  Resisting the urge to rub my achey middle, I sneaked a look at the top of the rack, noticing that the two bags were nearly empty.  I began to try deeper breaths, concentrating only on making myself relax as much as possible, in the hope that relaxation would lessen the effect of the pure bowel agony induced in my system from the soap.  I heard Karen say to Tricia, "I see they're both crying from this treatment; I don't think they'll misbehave very soon.  Oh no, that soap is just the ticket for flushing those evil desires right out of their systems."  I saw, out of the corner of my eye, that she was regarding the empty bags with satisfaction, and she continued, "Now, Slutty Schoolgirl and Perverted Schoolboy, you'll need to hold these treatments for fifteen minutes so your bodies can digest them thoroughly.  Headmistress Tricia and I are going to eat a little snack while the timer runs down, but we'll be back to fix you up right as rain as soon as the bell rings."

 They left our field of vision as I looked at Andrea, who was still bravely trying to smile through her tears.  I mouthed the words, "It'll be over soon," when I felt the mushrooms in my shake take hold of my consciousness.  I looked over to her, noticing her eyes carrying a faraway expression; when she focused on my face, she mouthed the words, "I'm tripping, I think."  We looked into each other's eyes intently, offering comfort with our expressions, as Karen and Tricia came back into our field of vision, each one carrying a big dish of cold baked beans, which they were shoveling into their mouths as fast as they could.  "Great," I mouthed to Andy.  "I bet they'll want to sit on our faces once those beans start to percolate."  Andy looked at me, a very stoned but very wicked grin forming on her face and in her eyes.  She mouthed back to me, "If they fart in our faces, we'll just have to bite their asses when they're least expecting it." I mouthed to her: "Good plan."

 The timer bell rang, and Trish and Karen took another minute to finish their snacks, walking leisurely over to the sink to wash and rinse their dishes, place them in the drain rack, and walk over to kneel at our sides.  "Have you learned your lesson yet, slut?" Karen inquired of Andrea.  "Has that soapy water washed the lascivious desires out of your black little heart yet?"  She kneaded Andy's belly flesh roughly as she said this, causing a nauseous hiccup to escape the petite redhead's lips and ominous rumblings and gripings to emerge from her tortured middle.  "Answer me, rubbish!  Do you still feel a desire to put things up your poo-hole and play doctor with the little boys in your class?"

 "No, Naughty Nurse Karen--I don't wanna even think about sex anymore.  Owww!  Please let me go to the bathroom--my tummy hurts so bad I feel like I might explode."  She clutched her bloated midsection, rocking back and forth and sobbing loudly.  "Please let me release this, beloved Nurse Karen.  I feel like I'm about to die."

 "As soon as you pay homage to my womanhood and clean, virtuous behind with your slut's tongue, I'll let you go to the bathroom," Karen replied, turning Andy onto her back and shimmying up the tight skirt of her white uniform to present her posterior, clad in white lace crotchless panties and a latex garterbelt anchored to her hose, grinding it against her victim's face as Andy began lapping at her labia, then at her anus.  The beans were working already, and Karen began to fart boisterously, luxuriantly, grinding her bottom against Andrea's nose.  Andy endured about a minute of this, then bit down hard on the right cheek of Karen's ass.  "You bit me, you little baggage.  Stand up in front of me, and hold your hands behind your back."  She took the pine paddle and delivered fifty swats directly to Andrea's swollen middle, causing her to bend over in agony, gagging and retching at the sudden impact to her distended colon.  Taking Andy's right ear in a twisting motion, she dropped the paddle and marched her smartly to the bathroom, admonishing, "Don't ever attack someone administering discipline to you, especially not to me, because your next punishment may be even worse."

 Tricia, standing in front of me, shook a finger sternly in my face, admonishing me, "Don't try to imitate Slutty Schoolgirl's tricks--she's bound for prison or the graveyard if she keeps up that sort of behavior.  I'll bet you'd really like to release that water, wouldn't you?"  I grunted, in too much agony to be able to speak.  "Answer me: has this loving enema washed those perverted desires out of your degenerate little heart?  Do you have any further desire to dress up in women's clothing or stick things that don't belong there up your deviant little arse?"

 "No, sweet Headmistress Tricia.  I promise I'll never hide in your closet to spy on you, dress in lingerie, or put things up my bottom again.  But you've got to let me release this solution; my cramps are so bad it feels like my heart is gonna burst.  Please.  Owww!  Oooooh!"  I clutched my belly, feeling as if the cramps were going to rip me apart.

 "Then show your homage to my womanhood and backside with your perverted little dog's tongue, and maybe I'll let you release that soapy flusher Naughty Nurse Karen pumped into your unworthy little rump."  As she backed over my face, she continued, "Then again, maybe I won't."  She ground her plump ass against my face, thunderous farts from the beans making me more nauseous than ever.  She writhed in orgasm three or four times before she slid forward so her asshole was directly over my mouth, ordering, "Stick your tongue deep inside so you can taste what it's like to do something really perverted; maybe it will cure you of those sick, twisted desires you have."  As I slid my tongue up her backside, she cut loose with another chain of fetid gas explosions from her methane-bloated bowels.  I began to retch again, partly from the smell but mostly from the crampy pain in my middle.  "Don't you dare vomit on my divine ass," she hissed, rising to yank me to my feet and deliver fifty swats against my inflated belly.  "Now into the bathroom with you--march!"  She took hold of my right ear and half-dragged me to the rear of her house.

 When we got in, Andy was still on the toilet, a rictus of sheer agony on her face.  "She vomited, and I made her clean it up before I deflated her inflatable nozzle," Karen announced.  "I fear she'll have to be put to bed without supper, to be revived in two hours for a clear water rinse of her sluggish bowels."  I could hear ominous churnings and farts as Andy evacuated noisily, her face red and swollen from crying, her breath coming in pants.  Karen filled a pint douche bulb with clear cold water, lifted Andy to a squat just inches over the toilet, and jammed the nozzle unceremoniously up her bung, squeezing the gelid liquid forcefully into her rear, then pulled the bulb away and sat her down again.  Her voiding was noisy and immediate, and her sobbing had stopped.

 Looking up at Karen, she replied, "Thank you for my enema, Naughty Nurse Karen.  It was just what I needed to set me on the right path again.  I will never masturbate, or wear sexy lingerie, or play doctor with the boys, or put things into my little puss or my poo-hole, ever again.  May I rise and wipe, sweet Nurse Karen."

 "You may, then you will present your arse for my inspection, and I'll take you in to your room to take your temperature and tuck you into bed."  She patted Andy's rump as her victim began to cleanse her rear with bath tissue, finally flushing after it had passed Karen's inspection.

 I was doubled over from my cramps by this point, and Tricia motioned me over to the stool.  "You're lucky you didn't vomit, you nauseating little pervert.  Not only would you have had to clean it up before releasing your enema, but I would have made you retain it for an extra fifteen minutes after you completed your cleanup.  Now bend over so I can deflate and remove the inflatable nozzle."  As I did so, I felt the cramps ripping through my belly like a foretaste of a painful death, and I grunted as Trish removed the object blocking my anus.  I sat heavily on the toilet, just as she jammed both doubled fists as hard as she could into my middle.  I hiccuped in nausea, then felt a huge burning fart wrack my guts, threatening to tear me apart from the inside out.  My soapy purge began to spatter from my rear, searing everything in its wake; I clutched my distended tummy and gave vent to unrestrained sobbing, belching and hiccuping and farting noisily as my colon gave up its contents with a series of cramps that burned as much as the solution had when it had first drained into my protesting middle.

 At last, no more fluid trickled from my rear, and, placing my hands in a prayerful position, I begged, "Please, sweet Headmistress Tricia, may I have a pint of cold clear water to flush the worst of the soap from my bowels?"
 

 "Certainly," she replied, running water then shoving the big nozzle unnecessarily roughly up my tush to force the gelid water into me almost instantaneously.

 As I released the cold flusher, I said, "Thank you for my enema, Headmistress Tricia.  I promise never to spy on you in your closet, or wear ladies' underthings, or put foreign objects up my arse, or play with my weiner again.  May I please wipe and go lie down for a nap?"

 "Certainly," Trish replied.  "Present your filthy arse for inspection, and Nurse Karen will take your temperature, then I'll tuck you in in a minute."

 After wiping so hard I thought I'd give myself hemorrhoids, I presented my rear for her approval and she sent me to her bedroom with a swat to my butt.

 When I got there, Nurse Karen had just removed the thermometer from Andy's behind, checked the temperature, and pulled the latex protective sheath and deposited it in the wastepaper basket.  "You're just in time, Perverted Schoolboy Paul.  Lie down on the bed next to Slutty Schoolgirl Andrea--yes, on your left side--and hold your buttocks open with both hands."  As I performed this penance, almost as if I was offering up my fundament for sacrifice, I felt her slide the device home, causing my erection to return.  After five minutes, during which I heard Trish come in to observe the procedure, Karen pulled the thermometer, examined it, and observed, "You've got a fever of 102.3o, just like Slutty Schoolgirl Andrea.  When you two awaken from your naps report to the livingroom; we're going to watch a morality movie and you'll both receive high colonics--three gallons of warm steamy clear lovely water each."

 "And don't be doing anything nasty with each other while we're setting up the living room," our sweet Headmistress Tricia admonished.

 As soon as they left, Andrea said, "I am tripping so hard, Paul.  Every touch, from the time they first lubed us for the soapy flushers earlier, has had me tingling on the verge of orgasm.  How about you?"

 "Yeah--although my dick did get kind of limp from the soap in my middle."

 "Come here, Perverted Schoolboy Paul.  Slutty Schoolgirl Andrea wants to play."

 "Won't they punish us if they catch us?"

 "So what?  The punishment will be a turnon, too.  Right?"

 "Yeah."  A thought struck me, and I inquired, "How about we dig out Headmistress Tricia's big double-headed dildo and stuff it up our butts while we masturbate each other to a climax?"
 

 "Great idea."  She bounced off the bed, with me right behind her, and we began searching drawers until we found the desired item.  "Now, what do we do for lube?"

 "Cold cream?"  I found a jar on Trish's vanity, and began rubbing some into both ends of the monster, which was twenty-two inches long and two inches thick.

 "Lie down on the bed and pull your legs back against your shoulders, and I'll put one end in you first, then I'll lie with my legs over yours and you can ease the other end up into my heinie."  I complied with her plan, holding my buttocks open as she grunted to insert one end into my sore asshole.  When it entered with a pop, I felt a tremendous tingling in my prostate, making my dick swell to a shattering erectile state.  "I like the looks of that," Andrea observed.  "Now do me."

 She lay at the other end facing me, lifting her legs back to part her bottom and present her anus as I eased the other end of the dildo inside her rear.  She then dropped her legs so her thighs rested atop mine, and we pushed toward each other to penetrate to the maximum depth.  Once joined in this manner, we sat up and began caressing each other's genitals, teasing and stimulating one another to a slow, intense simultaneous orgasm that was sweet indeed.  After gasping with joy, we fell back panting, the monstrous rubber tool still connecting us at our rear passages.

 The door opened suddenly, revealing Tricia and Karen, who had been listening just outside.  "I knew we couldn't leave them alone for five minutes without them getting into perverted mischief.  And with my favorite double-headed dildo, too," Trish snorted with disgust.  "I'll have to send it in to the hospital with you, Naughty Nurse Karen, so you can sterilize it in the autoclave.  Or should I just throw it in the garbage, now that it's been in their filthy assholes."

 "I think you should soak it in boiling water and then thrust it back up their arses before it has a chance to cool," Karen intoned mercilessly.

 "No--we could probably get sued for that, even in the enlightened 1890s," Trish cautioned.

 "I guess this speeds up the schedule for the colonics a bit, doesn't it?" Karen asked.

 "Yes--I'd say we should let them nap for another half hour--let them enjoy the dildo inside them for that much longer, then we'll give them five gallons apiece instead of three."  They left the room, leaving me and Andrea to contemplate their extreme plans for us.

 "Five gallons apiece," Andrea gasped.  "Won't that explode our colons?"

 "Not if what we've seen Karen do, and what we've seen in that video from Chicago, are at all accurate.  But we'll probably feel plenty full."
 

 "I guess.  Hey, Paul, since we've already been tried and sentenced, we might as well see if we can work up to another cum before our asses meet their doom."

 "Yeah."  We humped each other with the dildo again, stroking each other's genitals with unbridled lust, and exploded into orgasm within minutes, then lay there gasping with pleasure and depraved joy until our Headmistress and Naughty Nurse came to complete our punishment.

 "Did our two little angels have a nice nappie-pie?" Trish asked, her whole manner transformed from the role she'd affected earlier.

 "Oh yes, sweet Headmistress Tricia," Slutty Schoolgirl Andrea replied.  "We had the nicest dream, that we were on a big seesaw and I felt this wonderful tingling in my poo-hole and in my pee-hole, and then it felt so good I just flew off into space."

 "That's adorable," Headmistress Tricia replied.  "And did Perverted Schoolboy Paul have nice dreams, too?"

 "Yes--I was on the seesaw, too.  I felt a beautiful tingling in my peepee and my poo-hole and it felt so good I flew off into space, too."

 "Much better, children.  It's okay to have these dreams, unless we try too hard to transform them into reality.  Are you children still crampy from the soapy water that Naughty Nurse Karen pumped into your bellies earlier?"

 "Paul's been farting a lot, and I've been pooting a little myself," Andy confessed.  "Which is why the dream was so nice, because in the dream we never felt full or achy or crampy or gassy or anything bad like that."

 "Guess what?  Naughty Nurse Karen is with me, and she feels really bad that the soapy water made you cramp up so bad earlier.  So she's offered to wash out your tummies with some nice clear, clean, warm water.  Won't that be lovely?"

 "Oh yes, sweet Headmistress Tricia," I gurgled.  "It will be so nice not to feel those horrible cramps anymore."

 Trish offered me a hand up from the bed as Karen assisted Andy, the double dong popping out of us as we moved away from each other.

 "I see they've been playing with their pogo stick again," Naughty Nurse Karen observed.  "And they got so excited they pooped all over it."

 "Well, we'll just have to wash it off and put it away until it's playtime again," Haughty Headmistress Tricia concluded.  "Come on, children.  Let's wash out those tummies and we'll watch some of that movie while we're doing that."  As an afterthought, she said, "And maybe Perverted Schoolboy Paul and Slutty Schoolgirl Andrea ought to take off the girdle and corset, so those tummies will have room to expand with these big loads of ringing colon-flusher."  We did as directed, laying the garments aside before they joined hands with us.

 They led us into the living room, where the floor in front of the TV had been cleared of furniture.  The carpet was covered with a large rubber sheet, and Karen and Trish positioned us on the floor, with pillows under our bellies.  They left for a moment, after turning the set on to the cartoon channel, and returned pushing the hospital rack, from which hung two filled ten-quart bags with the steam rising out of their open tops.  On the shelf below the crossbar were two one-gallon pitchers and two half-gallon pitchers, waiting to be filled from the kitchen sink as needed.  The usual lubricants, thermometers, and exam gloves were on the bottom shelf, as were two five-foot 50FR colon tubes still waiting to be attached, plus three-gallon buckets in case of emergencies.

 "Reality check, sweet Naughty Nurse Karen?" I asked.

 "Speak freely, Naughty Schoolboy Paul."

 "You and sweet Headmistress Tricia do realize how hard Slutty Schoolgirl Andrea and I are tripping from these mushrooms, don't you?"

 "Of course.  That's why our tone changed when we came in to wake you two from your nap, knowing full well you'd masturbated with the double dong again just as soon as we'd left."  She finished attaching the colon tubes to the main hoses from the giant enema bags and came over to kneel at my side, looking into my eyes with tenderness and concern.  "Can't you see by my eyes that I'm tripping just as hard as you and Andy are?  And if that's not evidence enough, look at the hardness of my nipples and the way my cunt is juicing up--same goes for Trish.  We've been fondling and eating each other whenever we've been out of your sight."  She knelt in front of my face, directing, "Go ahead, lover.  Taste how pungent my juices are."  I began to lap at her labia and clit as she began a slow, sensual massage of my buttocks, eventually insinuating a rubber-gloved finger coated with K-Y deep into my lustful bung, causing me to moan as my dick resumed its shattering state of erection.  "So don't worry if these colonics seem awesomely big.  There's good chance we won't give either of you a full five gallons, unless you decide you want or need that much.  It's all about good feelings and enjoying our buzz, Perverted Patient Paul."  She patted my fanny for a few moments as I lapped her center to another wrenching orgasm, got up, and checked to see how Headmistress Tricia was doing with Slutty Schoolgirl Andrea.

 "Ready, Karen?" Trish inquired.  Seeing her nod, she slid back into character.  "Slutty Schoolgirl Andrea and Perverted Schoolboy Paul, since you two did nasty, perverted things with your pogo stick after we'd put you down for a nap you badly needed, we're going to blow up your tummies like big balloons.  I'm sorry to have to inflict that punishment on you, but it's for your own good."  She swatted our asses fifty times apiece with the thick pine paddle, then rubbed cold cream into them to relieve any soreness, all the while saying, "Now just relax as Naughty Nurse Karen slides those tubes up your little poo-holes.  You might start feeling full sometime soon, but I think it will still feel a lot better than the soapy water we washed you out with earlier."

 Karen's touch was exquisite as she eased the first six inches of my tube into my rear; not only was my erection still shatteringly hard from the prostate massage Trish had given me earlier (under the pretense of getting me lubed for the colonic), but it had begun to weep preejaculate against the rough surface of the big pillow under my belly.  I looked over to Andrea, whose tube was being inserted by Tricia; she was gurgling contentedly, moaning and gasping at the pure anal bliss of the invasion.  A pair of loud clicks! braced us for the beginning of the hydraulic slide, and we relaxed as the water began to flow into us.  At this point, Karen instructed us: "I'm sure I speak for Trish in saying that you two can now touch yourselves, or each other, in any way you want to.  The party game at this point is no longer a punishment scenario, partly because nobody except a sociopath would knowingly inject five gallons of water into someone's colon in a nonconsensual context.  From here on in, this is strictly for pleasure.  The second reason is of course more obvious; we're all tripping too hard to play out the punishment game anymore--it's just not mellow and loving enough to be conducive to good vibes under a dose of `shrooms that will get even bigger after you folks release."

 "I've got a great idea," I replied.  "Can Andy and I release after we finish these ten-quart bags, without going to the hassle of stretching this (and us) out further?"

 Trish spoke up.  "Yeah--this probably isn't the right time to put either of you through the full five gallons.  But we do have some surprises for you while you take the two and a half gallon prescription."  She and Karen began easing the tubes further into our colons, allowing water to flow into new areas and distending new sections of our colons.

 I couldn't believe how good it felt; I looked over at Andy and noticed that she was purring like a kitten.  "Feels great, doesn't it?"

 "Yeah--this should feel like a gut-buster by now, and although I feel a little full, it's more like the water is caressing me than invading me."  She took my left hand and held it between her widespread thighs.  "Feel how wet I am down in my cunt."  My hand was almost instantly drenched, and I began to work three fingers inside her quim, curling them against her g-spot as I flicked against her clitoris with my thumb.

 I reciprocated, taking her right hand and guiding it to my shaft: "Feel how hard I am."  She began stroking my erection lustfully as she looked into my eyes and panted with stoned arousal.  At the same time, I felt the tube moving deeper into my colon, causing me to gasp in exquisite pleasure; I looked to see that Andy's nipples were elongated an inch and a half, stiff like miniature penises, then looked down to see my own nipples in a similar state.  "How much is inside us now?" I inquired.

 "Rubber or water?" Karen shot back.

 "Both," I replied, with a greedy, lubricious grin on my face.
 

 "About four and a half feet of rubber and eight quarts of water apiece."

 "I keep feeling as if I'm coming without ejaculating, but I still don't know if the male anatomy is designed to do that."

 Trish and Karen both giggled, Trish remarking, "It's both possible and probable under present circumstances.  It's a unique feeling, isn't it?"

 "God--I feel so alive.  This is the best I've ever felt under an hallucinogen.  One of the reasons I get depressed sometimes when I come down off a trip is that I so desperately want someone to touch me, both while I'm peaking and when I'm sliding down that long ramp back into straightness."

 Tears in her eyes, Karen kissed my forehead, saying huskily, "You're a poet, too, Paul."

 By this time, our bags were empty, and Trish asked, "Anybody want more water?"

 "Not me," Andy replied.  "I've got enough.  Oh God--I'm coming so hard, and the colors I'm seeing are like nothing I've ever seen on `shrooms before."  She clutched her bloated middle as an involuntary climax ripped through her.  "Should I be thinking about releasing this soon?"

 "Probably.  How about you, Paul?  More water?"
 

 "Maybe another gallon while Andy's releasing hers?" I asked hopefully.

 "Can you work with him while I help Andy?" Karen asked Trish.

 "Of course."  I heard Karen helping Andrea into the bathroom, and was rewarded by Karen's decision to leave the door open so I could hear everything that went on.

 Karen said, "Relax as I ease the tube out of you--and don't strain, whatever you do."

 "Your rubbing my tummy helps a lot," Andy replied.

 Meanwhile, Trish had filled a pitcher and poured it into my bag.  She opened the clamp to release the warm water into my middle, then knelt beside me to rub my back.  "My goal is to get you into a very deep state of relaxation without actually putting you to sleep.  You can't imagine how fantastic this is going to feel."  I loved the caress of the warm water which distended my belly, making me look about six months pregnant.

 Just then, we heard a sharp plop! as Andy's tube hit the water in the toilet, followed by a high-pitched scream of pure ecstasy, followed by whimpering and sobbing as what must have been the great-great-granddaddy of all orgasms shook her petite frame.  "It's so gggooooddddd!!!" she wailed, panting to recover her breath as farting and sputtering signalled the beginning of her evacuation.

 "I've never heard a woman come that hard," I observed.

 "That's because you've never heard a woman have a whole-body orgasm before," Trish replied, thrusting her tongue into my mouth as she stroked my flanks gently.

 "Do people usually caterwaul like that when the tube comes out?"

 "Depends on how vocal they are--it's an incredibly pleasurable for most people, but too many are way too inhibited to enjoy it as much as they could."

 "I hope it happens to me."

 "As buzzed as you are right now, I'd be flabbergasted if it didn't hit you that way.  As a matter of fact, as hard as your dick has been most of the time since you drank the `shroom/strawberry shake, I'm surprised you didn't come when Andy was pumping your dick while this water was flowing into you."

 "Don't forget, Trish, that I'd cum twice just before the colonics, when Andy and I shared that big double dong of yours between our two asses, and masturbated each other.  I guess I'm just resting up for the big one."

 "Understood," she laughed, and kissed me passionately before jumping up to check my water supply.  She was almost immediately back at my side, helping me up.  "We've got to get you to the bathroom now--your tank is full and your bag is empty."

 "Damn--and I coulda had a hot lead enema!" I struck my forehead with the back of my hand as I said this.

 "Touché," was Tricia's only reply.  As we walked into the bathroom, Karen was helping Andy from the toilet with a heavy towel around her shoulders.

 "I keep forgetting about the cold rushes you get from mushrooms, and the  intense body trip that Andy's been through has given her a bit of a chill."  Andy smiled bravely, but I could tell she was absolutely fried.  I felt pretty well fried myself, but I was anticipating the whole-body orgasm with enough eagerness that I didn't care.

 "How was it, Andy?"

 "Like my whole body was a giant cunt being penetrated by a redwood tree, like the chick in that video said.  I've never come so hard or so long in my life.  I wonder if childbirth is anything like that."

 "I'll find out, in about thirty-seven weeks," Karen quipped.  Turning her attention to Trish, she asked, "Can you put away the tarp and lay out that double sleeping bag I know you have zipped together in your closet?  I'll help Paul through his expulsion, and Andy's going to stay in here with me and coach him."

 "Sure thing--that way I can blend another pitcher of shakes, too."  She beamed fiendishly as she promised of further psychedelic delights.

 "Paul, I want you to relax as I ease this tube out of your rear.  You might even want to start masturbating slowly because it will feel so good.  SInce we're all so high, any extra touch you get will go straight to the pleasure centers of your brain."  Andy walked over to kneel in front of me.

 "How about I give him some good head?" she looked up lovingly into my eyes, then looked to Karen for permission.

 "Sure--as long as you switch off with me if I get a chance to venture there before he's off this here porcelain throne."

 As Andy wrapped her lips around my penis, I felt like I'd fallen upwards into heaven; never had a woman's mouth felt so heavenly in this act of lovemaking.  I knew some of it was the `shrooms, with assuredly the best body rush potential of any of the recreational hallucinogens, but I also knew that a lot of it had to do with that thick rubber tube coiled inside my bowels, every inch of which was going to be caressing my prostate as it slid out.

 "Get ready for the most intense orgasm of your life," Karen warned.  She brought her mouth to mine, insinuating her tongue as she massaged my hugely bloated tummy with one hand and began easing the tube from my rear with the other.  I felt this incredible tingling that started in my prostate, spread through my ass, my belly, my nipples, my neck, my brain, back down to my prostate, through my testes and out through the head of my dick.  My vision blurred, and I think I saw visions of other planets and other places before I could focus my eyes, first on Andrea's red hair splayed over my crotch, then on Karen's tender smile as she continued to rub my middle and pull the tube from my anus.  It wasn't until several minutes later that I realized I'd been screaming and gasping and moaning all the time; the hoarseness in my throat finally tipped me off.

 I looked at Karen, who merely smiled beatifically at me, then at Andrea, who had raised her head, throat still working to swallow my ejaculate, and asked, "Did I break anyone's eardrums with that scream?  If I did, I'm really sorry.  I didn't realize I was doing that until just now."

 They both hugged me, helped me up so they could wipe me, and threw a heavy towel around my shoulders before they assisted me in walking on shaky legs back to the living room.

 The TV was on, the bong sat on the coffee table, its party bowl loaded with fresh Northern Lights (a superior domestic strain of Cannabis proudly grown in southern Illinois), and four strawberry milkshakes sat grouped on coasters next to the bong.  Tricia lay back on the couch, her hand in her crotch masturbating so noisily she hadn't heard us return.  Karen sat down next to her, put her arms around her, and said, "We're back, hon.  Do you need any help with that?"
 

 "Yeah, play with my tits."  Karen drew the full-figured brunette's nipples gently into her mouth, nipping one then the other with her teeth, and mauling the soft flesh with her skillful fingers.  We heard a drawn-out wail as Trish convulsed several times, panted in sated passion, and slumped back against the couch, Karen's arms wrapped tenderly about her.

 "You're shaking, lover.  Let's drink our mushroom boosters and crawl under the sleeping bag so we can watch the rest of that incredibly hot video you brought me from Chicago."

-2-

We all sat on the floor, passing the bong as we returned to the video.  In the privacy of Laura Beamish's bedroom, she, Alice Tate, and Susie Quick were looking through lingerie drawers attempting to decide what to wear.  "I'm glad I saved those sexy outfits from my first year of nursing school, the ones I acquired after my mentor took me under her wing," Laura remarked.  "Some of them will fit you fine, Susie."  Looking at Alice's rather boyish figure, she said, "I think I have some lingerie left here by my niece Gail, who's about your height and weight; she stays with me summers, and that way her parents can take an extended vacation and she can take enrichment courses at the local university.  She's about your age, Susie.  You'll meet her someday."  She tossed a tight red satin corset and red satin lace crotchless panties at Susie, instructing, "Try these on--if they fit I should have some black silk stockings that will go perfectly with the outfit."  Susie stepped forward, wrapped the corset around her, and waited for Laura and Alice to begin lacing the garment from the back.  "Suck in your breath--I want to give you as much waist definition as possible."  Susie looked a little pale by the time she was laced into the garment, but the effect was breathtaking; her waist had been reduced to twenty-two inches, pushing her large breasts up over the top of the corset and making them look enormous, and her hips looked considerably larger as well.  "That really accentuates the size of your tits and ass," Laura commented, causing a giggle to escape Susie's lips.

 She bent over, spreading her cheeks so they could see the winking star of her sphincter, and below it the wetness that coated her vulva.  "Do you think it will make Dave want to fuck me in the ass?"  Laura's playful swat to her behind was her only reply to this mastery of the obvious.  Susie sat back on the bed so Laura and Alice could pull the stockings up her legs, then stood so they could fasten the four garters that descended from each side of the corset to the stocking tops.  She then stepped into the panties, having to tug hard to get them over her hips, where they fit her so snugly she looked doubly voluptuous.

 "Hell, Susie, I think you'll be even more Reubenesque than I am by the time you hit your mid-twenties.  I wonder if Dave realizes what a lucky guy he is.  If he doesn't, you'll have to spank him good before you give him his first enema."  This drew more giggles and tittering from Susie.

 "Now, Alice, I think I have just the ticket for you."  She opened another drawer and produced a similar corset in a deep lustrous purple, but one molded into a pair of form-fitting elastic panties with a padded seat and openings which made the wearer's anus and vulva accessible and vulnerable.  The top of the corset also pushed her breasts up and canted them forward.  "How's that for the illusion of generous curves?" Laura asked.  Once they had the garment adjusted, they stood Alice in front of a full-length mirror, and turned her around so she could observe the fullness of her rear end.

 "God--it makes me horny," she replied, dipping the fingers of her right hand into her vulva as she snaked the middle finger of her left hand up her anus.  "I hope this gets your uncle Zeke's attention, Susie," she added.

 "Oh, it will.  But I'm warning you now--Zeke will try to fatten you up so that your breasts and belly and buttocks fill out for real."  She gave her advisor a warm hug, running her hands over Alice's breasts, down her sides, and over her buttocks.  "But I guarantee Zeke will fatten you up in the most loving way possible, with lots of good sex added to keep your appetite at healthy levels."  They both fell silent as they watched Laura assemble her ensemble.

 She started with a pink wasp-waist corset, with bra undercups at the top and six garters on each side at the bottom.  Once she'd arranged it at the right height on her body, she beckoned them over to begin lacing it.  "Remember to start at the middle and lace to the bottom, then at the middle and lace to the top.  Since my waist size is about thirty-four, I want you to pull my waist in to at least twenty-six, smaller if you can do it without breaking the laces."  She sucked in her breath as they laced her up as tightly as possible, then reached to the dresser top for a tape measure after they'd finished tying them off.  "Not bad--twenty-five inches."  Epecially in the tight corset, her deep belly, wide hips, enormous bust, callypygous ass, and heavy thighs projected in a prominent, if larger-than-life, hourglass shape.  She looked like a giant Venus, and felt the part, towering even over Alice's five-feet-eight with her statuesque five-feet-eleven height.  She bent over in front of them, separating her fanny globes with her strong hands.  "Do you think Doctor Doug will wanna plumb my pooper when he sees me undressed to this outfit?"

 "Hell with Doctor Doug," Alice replied, her voice a growl of lust.  "I wish I could grow a dick so I could pump about fourteen loads of sperm up your ass right now."

 "That's what dildo nozzles are for," Laura suggested.  "And egg whites, warmed to room temperature, are just about the same consistency as seminal fluid."  She sat back on the bed, directing, "Help me with those pink silk stockings, so I can get into my panties and get some anal foreplay from Alice and my special Rectum Wrecker dildo nozzle."  She extended her legs as Susie and Alice each pulled one of the stockings up her powerful legs, then stood so they could fasten all the garters.  Stepping into the matching pink lace satin crotchless panties, she tugged them up over her rear.

 "How do I get eggs to room temperature in a short time?" Alice asked.

 "I know," Susie replied.  "I'll be back with `em in five minutes.  In
the meantime, Laura, you might want to pull out that rectum wrecker and get it lubed up."

 "I'm going to watch her do this," Alice said.

 "I'll be here, admiring my heroic figure in the mirror," Laura quipped.
She took the dildo nozzle, twelve inches long and two and a half inches thick, out of a drawer, attached a squeeze bulb to the tube dangling off the hole in the base, and began performing fellatio on it, getting it good and wet, then inched it into her lubricating pussy, getting it, and herself, even wetter.  Withdrawing it, she plunged three fingers into her open, spasming cunt, got them slippery with her juices, and began to ease them one by one into her anus.  She slid them in and out, gasping at her enjoyment of this fullness in her darkest secret place, and was still masturbating that way when Susie and Alice returned.

 "I knew she'd be doing that," Susie chortled.  "When payday comes, just remember that I won our little bet."

 "We decided that one egg white just wasn't a big enough load of fake cum for your butthole," Alice announced.  "So, we've got the whites of three eggs separated in a bowl for you.  And when they slide out of your rear, we can even bake a cake."  She hooted at her own sick humor, then stuck the business end of the dildo into the small bowl of viscous fluid, squeezing the bulb to fill the dildo.  "Damn, girl friend, that thing is a rectum wrecker.  Are you sure you want to use it before Doctor Doug gets here?"
 

 "Oh yeah--he's hung just about as seriously as Big Fucking Johnny Fucking Little Fucking Dipshit Fuckwad.  Besides, it will be fun to pump a little air into my guts when I get all that egg white in there."  She bent over in front of Alice, begging, "I want it in me--now!  Come on and fuck me with that big slab of latex!"  She wiggled her ass lewdly in invitation, just as Karen was doing in front of me, spreading her asscheeks, which had been greased with warm oil, in a lewd invitation to me.  I watched Alice pressing the ersatz phallus forcefully against Laura's stretching sphincter, and timed my insertion so that it was simultaneous with Alice's insertion of the big rubber dick into Laura's rear, thrusting my staff home into Karen's warm, inviting sphincter to impale her to the maximum depth, just as the head of the rubber dick popped inside the zäftig redhead's sphincter on screen, driving home with a single mighty thrust.

 "So good!" Karen exclaimed, a fraction of a second after Laura uttered the same words onscreen.  The tight heat of my blonde goddess's tightest, darkest, most forbidden hole engulfed my manhood in a way that made me fear I'd ejaculate the first time I pulled out and pushed back into the welcoming moist entrance to her bowels.  On the video, Laura was grunting like a pig as the cylinder of rubber moved in and out of her behind, spreading her asscheeks wide with her strong hands to get the maximum penetration on every stroke.  Karen didn't have to spread her cheeks apart, as I was gripping them roughly with my hands, spearing in and out of her with a dreadful and all-consuming lust I'd never felt before, our passions ignited by the hot scene onscreen.  "Oh baby," Karen grunted, "rip my ass apart with that fleshy spear of yours.  Penetrate through my vitals to my heart."  I lay there groaning with pleasure, her bottom slamming hard against my pelvis with every downstroke, lost in the twisty reaches of her clenching bowels.  Tricia was lying on her back in front of Karen, her legs wrapped around the blonde's waist, with a soft rubber dildo up her ass attached to a harness around Karen's crotch and hips, humping back forcefully in time to my strokes out of the former's ass, while she had a crotch harness around her attached to a dildo sawing in and out of Andrea's ass while the petite redhead straddled her, thighs surrounding Trish's hips.  I was the only party without some sort of penetration to my rear, for once, and Karen commented, "God, Paul, I'll bet your asshole feels really lonely and empty right now."

 "Yeah, we'll have to rectify that after this hot scene is over."  They all groaned at this pun as we pounded, frantic in our rhythm, in and out of stretched sphincters while we watched the hot scene unfold on the twenty-five inch TV screen in front of us.

 "Give me that monster in my dirtiest hole," Laura groaned.  "Fuck me until it comes out my navel, then pump that fake sperm as deep and far as it will go."  She bit her lips as she felt her first anal orgasm hit, wailing, "Now!" as Alice pumped the squeeze bulb to deliver a jet of egg-white into her bowels.  "Now let the bulb fill and pump some air in to keep it in there, then fill the bulb again."  Alice squeezed the bulb hard, sending the remainder of the egg white and an ounce of air inside the plump beauty's colon.  Meanwhile, Susie had been rummaging through Laura's drawers, coming up with a pint douche bulb and some standard drugstore fountain syringe fittings for Davol hot water bottles.  She poured the rest of the egg white into the bulb, attached a threaded attachment to the big hole in the end of the bulb, and handed it to Alice, who attached it to the short length of hose trailing from the flat base of the dildo.

 "Here it comes," Alice announced, a lustful shiver in her voice, pumping the dildo in and out of Laura's ass for several dozen strokes, then squeezing the bulb until it was nearly flat, delivering nearly all the egg-white and quite a bit of air into the woman's bowels.  Letting the bulb return to its original shape, she pumped another load of air into her colon, let the bulb fill with air yet again, and pumped yet another load of air into her guts, hammering the dildo in and out of her backside as she did so.

 "Oh, that's so good--my colon feels all bloated and gassy now.  I wonder what will happen when you pull out of me."  Alice was silent for a moment, then nodded suggestively to Susie, who ran into the bathroom, turned on the tub taps, and returned after we heard the sound of running water for a few minutes.  Wheeling the IV stand in carefully so Laura wouldn't see her, she carefully pinched the fitting of the douche bulb off the hose to the dildo, attached the line from the six-quart closed enema bag that hung off the rack, and nodded to Alice, who began fucking Laura with the dildo again.  "That's so heavenly," she moaned.  "All that egg white inside my guts, and a big load of air stirring it up and agitating me.  It feels almost like it used to when John would come up my ass and then keep his dick up there and fuck me again."  She moaned, half in tears from the perverse pleasure this activity was affording her, then sighed regretfully, "But I'll bet there isn't any egg white left so I can feel that rubber dick coming inside me.  Maybe you should help me to the john so I can fart and shit out what I can before Doug and the other guys come over."

 "I've got a better idea, Laura," Alice said lasciviously.  "I've got quite a load of cum still saved up for you, and you'll be getting it soon."  She began pumping the dildo in and out of her behind once more, exclaiming, "Your ass is just so sweet and tight, I feel as it I could come forever inside it.  Ahh, ahh, uhh, uhh, there is is now baby, take it all, take all my cum inside your slutty belly," and nodded to Susie, who opened the clamp to deliver six quarts of steamy water doctored with an aphrodisiac herb.

 Laura shrieked, in orgasmic overdrive from the enema which was being administered to her with no warning.  "Oh, God!  It's coming deep inside my tummy--it's so wonderful the way it keeps penetrating me, filling me, making me feel halfway pregnant.  Coming!  Cumming!!  CUUMMMIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!!!"  Her ass writhed and rotated to an internal rhythm of its own, her upper body sinking to the floor as the extended phallic squirt penetrated deeper and deeper inside her body.  The camera panned to display a side view of her body and her distending middle, Alice behind her still sawing in and out with the huge ejaculating dildo.  "I may not make it to the bathroom with all the air Alice pumped into my ass.  Susie, could you get a bucket?  Basic gravity, darlin`--what goes up must come down."  As Susie ran off to her errand, Laura began grunting, feeling her colon fill further with the steamy water, stretching her bowels and inflating her abdomen to a moderate roundness that made her look about three months pregnant.  "I love the way you impregnify me with that dildo," she gasped.  "Keep it coming--I'm cumming again.  Ohmylord--cumminggg!  And it feels so wonderful!!"  She bucked hard against Alice's piledriving athlete's crotch, as if she couldn't possibly get enough of the dildo inside her, her voice a constant throaty groan and ululation that bore a feral quality about it, a primal, mammalian cry of joy that was nearly shattering in its giddy abandon.

 The scene was so hot that I screamed, "Gonna come, baby!!" burying my dick as deep as it would go into Karen's sweet, round, wide, plump white ass, just as she screamed in her own climax and buried her dildo into Tricia's plump fanny and forced Tricia's dildo deep into Andy's petite rear, setting off a chain reaction of orgasms that had us all gasping as I groped for the remote to pause the video so we wouldn't miss the next scene.  Slowly, my dick shriveled and popped out of Karen's rear as she withdrew from Trish and the plump brunette eased out of Andy.  We came together in a spent, sodden huddle as we held each other tenderly, crooning soft endearments as we gazed lovingly into one another's eyes.

 "That was incredible," Andy observed, engaging Trish in a deep soul kiss that had my erection stirring as I felt Karen's hands caressing my assheeks while she too slid her tongue into my mouth.  "Maybe you'd better turn off the video, Paul, so you don't stretch the tape."

 "Good idea," I replied, hitting the proper button, then turning to present my widespread buttocks to the three women.  "My booty is aching to be packed.  Can somebody oblige me?"  I began moving a finger toward the star of my sphincter, about to push it inside me when Andy came around behind me and began licking me back there, slowly insinuating her tongue inside.  I saw Trish rise to go wash off the dildos, then noticed Karen sliding underneath me to take my awakening erection into her mouth, her crotch at my face.  After a few minutes of this stimulation, she ran to join Trish in the bathroom.

 We must have presented a perverted sight to any voyeurs watching us, all of us again dressed in corsets, stockings, and crotchless panties.  When Karen and Trish returned from the bathroom, their crotches were festooned with the ends of double-headed dildos that gave them convincing erections, and they carried a third one for Andy to impale herself on.  They bent over in front of me, and I saw that Karen had a vibrating buttplug inserted in her anus, marking her position at the back of the anal daisy chain we were about to perform.  She helped Trish insert one end of the loose double-header into Andy's vagina, making the small woman gasp lubriciously at the invasion, then got on all fours, with Trish in front of her.  I watched as she began opening the plump brunette's sphincter, holding her wide white asscheeks fully apart as she lubed her bottom hole with a lascivious tongue, then easing the outer end of the rubber cock into her hungry asshole.  "I'm gonna fuck you good, Trish honey," Karen growled.

 Then it was Andy's turn; Trish began to lap at the petite redhead's backside, zeroing in on her anal star after a few minutes to penetrate it and moisten it with her tongue, then reaching to Andy's vulva for vaginal drippings with which to lube her further.  Taking aim, the psych major eased the end of the huge rubber dick into Andy's anus, causing a gasp to escape her lips.  "I'm gonna stir up your bowels so good with this dildo--you'll be coming inside your ass long before your pussy even knows you're coming."

 "Bend over in front of me," Andy directed, "and get your asscheeks as open as you can--I'm coming in."  I held my buns apart, hungry for penetration, shivering with lust as I felt her ease the head of the dildo inside my smelliest hole.  "Now you can turn the movie back on," she directed, wrapping the fingers of her right hand around my shatteringly hard dick.  As the video resumed, we began to move lustfully, all of us with our anuses penetrated and our genitalia either penetrated or otherwise stimulated.  I just knew that Karen was playing with Trish's nipples and clitoris just as Trish was surely paying homage to Andy's nipples and clitoris, just as Andy was fisting my dick and playing with my nipples with her free hand.  I also knew that Karen was probably rubbing her nipples against Trish's sweaty back as she fucked her ass with her double-headed dildo.  I remembered thinking that I was starting to see shapes come out of the walls in my exalted state of mushroom hallucination: ancient love gods and goddesses cavorting lustfully in the very air we breathed.  That was before I turned my attention to the TV screen.

 Alice was resting against Laura's broad back, the dildo nozzle still buried in the statuesque, plump redhead's stretched bottom sphincter, her hands caressing the nurse's swollen abdomen.  "Damn but you're a good fuck," Laura panted.  "Doug better be ready to spear my bowels with his hard dick all night long when he gets here, because one taste of a good anal session, and overpowering anal orgasms, always gets me hungry for a lot more."  She belched at the fullness in her middle, and asked, "Can I release this?  Doug ought to be calling any minute."

 "Sure," Alice replied, reluctantly pulling the Rectum Wrecker out of the larger woman's behind as Laura brought her hands back to push her asscheeks together and hobble to the spot where Susie had set down the bucket.  Alice disappeared into the bathroom with the soiled dildo nozzle, meeting Susie, who was bringing Laura's cordless phone out to her.

 "I just called Dave," the buxom blond cheerleader announced.  "He'll be here inside a half hour, with sex digests, a couple of cool fetish magazines, and some smokey treats.  Also, Zeke is on his way, too.  He offered to spring for pizzas, so he's bringing them, a case of beer, and a couple of bottles of nice wine."

 "That's so thoughtful of him," Laura replied.  "But he really doesn't have to go so extravagant; it was my idea to hold this little intimate party.  I should be footing the bill."  She grunted as the water shot out of her plump rear, rubbing her middle to hasten the completion of her evacuation as she farted loudly.  "I kind of hope this gas is dissipated in my middle before I'm done shitting.  Oh well, if I fart in front of Doctor Doug, he'll just drag me into the john for a rigorous enema."  A chill ran through her at the thought, and she shivered in her semi-nudity.  "Do you think I'm too obsessed with this whole klismaphilic thing, too utterly depraved in my anal lusts, Susie?"

 "Hell, no--I'm loving it.  I want to be just like you when I grow up."
 

 "I think you have grown up, girl friend.  You're so intellectually and morally mature, and so in tune with what turns you on.  I wish I'd had my feet as firmly on the ground as you do, when I was your age."  She beckoned the blonde closer, wrapping her in a lingering hug.  "I love you, kiddo.  It's really a treat to have you around."  She noticed that Susie was shaking, and asked, "Is something wrong?"

 "No, hon.  I'm just thinking about what it will be like the first time I give Dave a love enema, and he gives me one in return.  I had a mini-orgasm while I was thinking about it--that's why I was shaking."  She hugged Laura hard, meeting her lips in a passionate soul kiss.

 "Hey, break it up, you two," Alice said in mock disgust.  "Can't leave you folks alone for two minutes before you start dyking out on me."  She carried a roll of bath tissue, and she gestured to Laura with it: "Are you about done?  Due for a wipe?"

 Rising on shaking legs, the nurse replied, "I think so," then clutched her middle and sat back down on the bucket.  "Not quite, I guess," as her colon voided itself of the last of the purge, more farts erupting noisily as some of the air Alice had pumped into her bowels also left her body.  "The curious thing, Alice, is that I'm almost glad you pumped that air into my ass.  Whenever I fart in front of Doug, his dick gets hard and he almost immediately flips me onto all fours so he can plow his big stiff woodie into my moon."  She clutched her middle, squeezing its ripe contour as she felt the last of the surreptitiously administered enema splatter and fart and gurgle out, then rose and reached for the paper, saying, "I'm ready now, Alice."  Both Alice and Susie assisted her in wiping, until Laura growled, pushing them away, "Knock it off--my ass isn't that big."  When she was done, she picked up the bucket to carry it into the john and empty it.

 Susie broke the silence as she and Alice followed Laura on her errand: "Maybe I should go over your butt with a baby wipe or wet towelette, just so it's kissing sweet for Doug."  She made sarcastic kissy noises with her lips as she grinned at Alice, who just rolled her eyes.

 "Actually, that's a good idea," Laura replied.  "And then you can test the quality of your work by kissing my ass for me."

 "I thought you'd never ask," Susie quipped, beginning her work while Laura was bent over in front of her, emptying her bucket into the toilet.  She continued while Laura ran rinse water into the bucket from the tub, and was on her knees worshipping the robust redhead's fundament with her mouth when Laura emptied the rinse water into the toilet.

 "Enough--I want Doug to know I'm aroused, but not have my pussy smell and taste so gamey that he refuses to fuck me until I shower."  She threw her arms around her two companions and escorted them to the living room, snagging the cordless to call Doug's pager number enroute.  Leaving a quick message, she settled back on the couch with them as they giggled about the orgy the evening promised.  In a few minutes, her phone rang, so she picked up the cordless and turned it on.  "Oh, hi, Doug.  Why don't you come on over--bring any toys or other party favors you want.  Yes, Alice and Susie are still here.  I thought we could have a little couples-only party.  Susie's boyfriend is coming over, and her uncle Zeke is bringing pizza, a case of beer, and some wine.  Yeah, bring over some more wine if you want to."  She listened for a moment, her left hand going to play with her glistening crotch as she did so.  "I've missed you too, hon.  We have been playing, getting really horny with rubber bags and hoses and dildos and all that fun stuff.  But I miss your big, hard, throbbing dick, and can't wait to feel it inside my body.  I want to feel it spearing into my bowels until I shriek with delight."  She listened some more, then said, "I guess condoms would be a good idea, until we know for sure whether Big Johnny Little has given me any diseases.  Of course any medical paraphernalia you bring over will be most welcome--but hurry.  My asshole is aching for your rock-hard penis.  Bye love."  She turned off the cordless, set it on the arm of the couch, and sighed.  "I'm so happy Doug is coming over, and I'm really glad we did those colonics, and that you two fucked me with the Rectum Wrecker dildo nozzle, so my ass is prepared for Doug's mighty engine.  I'm sooo horny!"  This last came out as an agonized hiss just as the doorbell rang.  She ran to the spyhole to see who it was, then motioned Susie over.  "Give us a head start to go put on our street clothes, then let him in."

 She and Alice ran back to her bedroom, snagging the outerwear they'd donned earlier in the day.  Susie checked their progress, then grabbed a blanket off the couch, wrapping it around herself in an attempt at modesty.  Opening the door, she called cheerily, "Hello, Uncle Zeke.  The ladies are getting dressed.  If you'll give me a minute to throw on some clothes, I'll help you with the beer and wine from your car."  She took the three large pizzas out of his hands and set them on the kitchen counter.  "Just make yourself comfortable on the couch, and I'll be back in a minute."  She flew back to Laura's bedroom, snagging her tight jeans and t-shirt, then donned them quickly as Laura and Alice were adjusting their clothes and slipping into their open-toed shoes.  "I'm gonna help Zeke carry in the beer and wine," she said in passing, flying back to the living room to say, "Ready?"  She followed Zeke back out to his car, a pearl gray Mercedes sedan, exclaiming, "Nice ride, Uncle Zeke!  When did you pick this one up?"

 "About a week ago--I traded in my Caddy and rounded off the down payment with a big bonus my company got for finishing up that clinic project early.  I'll take you for a spin in it soon."

 "Alice will just drool when she sees your car--she's a little bit of a yuppie, just like you are."

 "I hope not too much--I'm not a social climber.  I just like nice stuff, and now that my construction company is starting to show big profits, I can finally afford to have some nice things."  His voice trailed off, and he sighed, adding sotto voce, "If only Linda had been around to see all this happen," choking back a tear.

 Susie rushed up to him, nearly dropping the two jugs of wine she'd taken from the front passenger seat of the Mercedes.  "Oh, Uncle Zeke, don't torture yourself.  I know how much you miss her, but trying to live in the past won't bring Linda back."  She hugged him fiercely, and announced, "I think you're going to like Alice.  I showed her a picture of you, and she thinks you're cute, too.  Be prepared for the wildest, kinkiest evening of your life."  She smacked his ass affectionately as she planted a sisterly kiss on his lips, then retrieved the wine and headed for Laura's front door.

 "Kinky sex--I'm all about that."  He followed her swaying, switching rump in through the living room.

 "Laura and Alice, this is my Uncle Zeke," she greeted her friends.  Laura was again dressed in the emerald green clinging sweater and tight denim culottes, and Alice was in her pink cotton top and black stovepipe stretch slacks.  They smiled, walking forward to shake hands as Susie continued, "Uncle Zeke, these are my mentors--Alice, the cheerleading advisor, coach, whatever, and Laura, the school nurse."  They shook hands all around, then Zeke and Alice lingered, looking at each other longingly, while Laura sped Susie into the kitchen to help her serve pizza.  "But aren't we going to wait for Doctor Doug and my boyfriend Dave?"

 "They should be here soon--if the pizza gets cold, we'll microwave it for them."  She took plates out of a cabinet while Susie got busy with the pizza cutter, scooping large slices onto the plates with a big spatula.  "Do you want soda, or beer, or wine to drink with your pizza, Susie?"

 "I'd like to try some wine.  Beer just makes me bloated and gives me gas.  I have a feeling I'll feel bloated enough by the end of the evening."  She giggled at her little joke, and her sweet girlish giggle set Laura laughing, too--great whoops of deep belly laughter that had the older woman gasping for breath.

 "I can't remember when I've laughed so heartily, dear one.  Having you around is rejuvenating."

 Susie wrapped Laura in a heartfelt hug, her head leaning into the nurse's enormous cleavage, and said, "You're like my mother away from home, but my mom doesn't lick my pussy."  She giggled, setting Laura off again.

 "Well, maybe you'll have to surprise her sometime.  Pretend you're sick and unable to give yourself a colon treatment, then let nature take its course."  They chortled at this, drawing a suspicious inquiry from Alice and Zeke.

 "What's going on in there?  Are you two plotting some malevolent acts against me?" Alice inquired in a melodramatic tone.

 "Probably planning to castrate me, or fuck me in the ass with a big dildo," Zeke said with fake paranoia in his voice.

 Laura and Susie came out of the kitchen with plates heaped high with pizza slices, Susie remarking, "Uncle Zeke, that dildo business sounds like a great idea, but I think you should be asking Alice to do that for you."  Fresh peals of laughter erupted from her smiling lips, and this time everybody was busting a gut before they could catch their breath.

 "What are you drinking?" Laura asked.  "Besides the beer and wine Zeke brought over, I have about five different kinds of soft drinks and juices in the fridge."

 "Beer is fine for me," Zeke said, looking hesitantly at Alice.

 "Beer for me, too.  I've got to get in shape--been neglecting my twelve-ounce curls."  She laughed, snorting as Zeke fell back against the couch.  "I love a man with a good sense of humor."  She put her right hand on his left thigh, squeezing it affectionately.

 He smiled warmly, then circled her back with his left hand, drawing her toward him for a tentative kiss.  Once Laura had brought their beers, he raised his in a toast, "Here's to good times and good friends, and . . . " he stumbled, running out of words.

 "How about good, clean, dirty, nasty, perverted sex?" Alice asked, howling with laughter at her own boldness.

 They all laughed hard, tears running down their cheeks, and drank deeply, Laura and Susie seconding the toast with their goblets of ruby cabernet.  Just then, they heard a motorcycle humming into the driveway, joined by the sound of another car.  Laura and Susie got up and ran to the door, seeing Dave and Doctor Doug walking up the driveway (not necessarily together) through the spyhole.  They opened the door, Laura announcing, "Welcome, Doug--I'm glad you made it.  Have you met Susie's boyfriend Dave yet?"

 "We nodded to each other in the driveway, but no, we haven't yet been introduced."  He shook Dave's hand, smiling openly, then gave Susie a quick hug.  "I hope you remember not to overdo the anal activity until your rectum heals, Susie."  She just grinned, pinching his bottom playfully as he turned away to wrap Laura in a passionate hug, while Dave and Susie emulated their actions.

 "Are you two ready for pizza?" Laura asked, finally coming up for air after her five-minute tongue duel with Doug.  "And name your drinks--beer, wine, soda . . . "

 "Oh, I almost forgot," Doug said.  He picked up the sport bag he'd been toting, and a bag that looked like it contained a bottle.  "I thought a magnum of champagne might be appropriate."  After handing it to her, he asked, "Where should I put this?"

 "Just set it in a corner--we can look at what you've brought later, when we've gotten a little mellow and are ready to play."

 They sat down, everybody supplied with pizza, Zeke and Alice on their second beers, Laura and Susie with refilled glasses of cabernet, in which libation Doug joined them, Dave popping the top off his first beer.  "Now it's my turn to toast, since everyone's here," Laura announced.  "Here's to good friends, good times, and incredibly good sex."  Cheers were heard all around as they drank and then returned to the task of inhaling pizza.

 When they'd finished what was on their plates, and went back to the kitchen for seconds, Dave announced, "I brought those sex digests and fetish magazines Susie told you about, Laura.  I also scored some Northern Lights.  Anybody want to smoke a bowl?"  They all smiled at him, and he pulled the granddaddy of all glazed glass party bowls out of the knapsack he'd carried in from his motorcycle, squashing in big chunks of the green bud.  After lighting it, he passed it around, along with his lighter, as they began to suck in the sweet, expanding smoke.  In between hits, of course, everybody munched pizza and drank more beer or wine.  When it was all gone, Dave took the empty bowl from Susie's hand and asked, "Should I load another one?" and they all giggled and shook their heads, regarding him with glazed eyes.

 "While we're digesting our food, let's watch Colonic Clinic 3," Laura suggested, retrieving the tape from a stack in front of her entertainment center, hitting the remotes to turn on the TV and VCR before popping the tape in and returning to Doug's side on the loveseat with both remotes, then adjusting the volume as the movie began.

 "I'm shutting off the video," I announced feeling my prick about to burst from the stimulation.  I grabbed the remote, hit switches to stop the video and turn off the VCR, then grabbed the other remote to turn down the TV volume.  "Oh, Andy, you fuck me so nice," I gurgled, feeling her fist sliding smoothly around my bursting penis.  "I think I'm gonna come any second now."  I moaned as I felt my orgasm building, hearing lust-filled panting and groaning from the three women lined up behind me in our daisy chain of buggery.  "OH--AAH--OOH--YOWZAH--I'M CUMMINGGG!!" I screamed, as I felt my ejaculate rise through my balls, from somewhere deep in my belly, and splatter from the head of my dick, shooting over to go splat! against the TV screen, running down it in a sticky mess.

 Meanwhile, Andy was still slamming her double-header up my rump, her own orgasm overtaking her while being buggered by Trish, who was sobbing in ecstasy at the action of Karen's dildo in her rear, while Karen was gasping frantically for breath as she shuddered in joy in such a way that all of us in the line felt her aftershocks.  After the shockwaves subsided, Andy clasped me protectively around my middle, nuzzled my neck, and announced, "Good show, old chap," pointing to the blank TV screen, which still had my copious load of seminal fluid dripping down it.

 "That's incredible," Karen gasped.  "You must have shot your come at least ten feet."  She pulled her dildo out of Tricia's ass with a vacuumy pop! as Trish moaned in afterglow, and asked, "Where do you keep your tape measure, Trish?"

 "Shit drawer in the kitchen, just below the silverware."  Karen loped sensuously to the drawer, got the tape, and returned, measuring from the head of my still-erect dick to the TV screen.
 

 "Twelve feet five inches,"  she announced.  "That must be some kind of Olympic record."  Laying the tape aside, she knelt on the carpet in front of me, taking my deflating dick into her mouth to lick the head clean, only causing it to stir into life again.  "Damn--I ought to feed you mushrooms more often, as horny as they make you."  Looking at Andy, she asked, "Is it too late to try for triplets, do you think?"

 "Probably, but what if you are already pregnant with twins or triplets?  Apparently, from what Rima told us when we saw her at the hospital yesterday, that aphrodisiac powder also increases fertility.  What if you gain eighty pounds during pregnancy?  Are you really going to give Paul a ten-gallon high colonic every day as your due date nears?  Are you going to risk killing the man you love because of some kind of titillating but impossible fantasy?"

 "Of course not--unless Paul wants me to go that far, that is."  She looked into my eyes, patted my empty belly, which was sustaining gut rushes from my mushroom peak, and asked, "How about it, lover?  How big a risk are you willing to take in pursuit of the Big O?"

 "I think five or six gallons will be about my limit, but I won't really know until we start increasing my capacity on a daily basis."  I took her tenderly into my arms, and stroked her fine blonde hair, crooning affectionately to her.  "I hope it's not twins or triplets, simply because it's going to be tough enough to raise one kid on a grad assistantship and student loans."
 

 "Don't forget my consulting business and my outcall service in corporation with Rima and Andy," Karen reassured me.  "I probably have triple the income you have right now, and I'm certainly willing to share that with the man I love, and raise this baby with you."  She kissed me tenderly, making me choke with emotion, tears of utter affection and trust sliding down my face.

 Andy and Trish scooted their butts, now empty of dildos, over to join our little family hug, Trish whining, "My gut is so full of gas from the way you pumped that big dildo in and out of me, Karen.  I need a BBIIIGGGG! enema in my belly right now."  She rubbed her middle, which did look a bit distended with gas.

 "Me too," Andy lamented.  "And I think Karen's been left out totally this afternoon."  She rubbed her tummy, taking Karen's hand to place it against her abdomen: "Feel how empty it is, except for the air Trish pumped up my heinie?"

 Karen, her arms still around me, waved her ass in the air in front of her spiritual sisters, rubbing her middle to emit a huge fart.  "I can tell I'm well and truly pregnant now--I couldn't shit this morning, and I've been sneaking farts all day.  It was almost a source of embarassment when I went to see the doctor before Paul and I made it over here."  She placed my hand on her middle as she made this announcement.

 "I don't want to be left out of this; let's all head to the bathroom for lots of big nozzle and steamy water action," I declared, rising to bend over, spread my asscheeks apart, and utter a loud fart that almost hurt in its release.  "Ooh--I guess Andy must have pumped a lot of air up my fanny, too."  I scampered toward the bathroom as Karen swatted my tush with an open hand.
Somehow, we all lost the tightly constricting corsets enroute to the bathroom, conscious that our colons would be much better able to expand to full capacity without our waists being cinched tightly.

-3-

"Four gassy colons, four hot loads coming up," Trish announced, as she opened the tub taps to begin filling one of the four six-quart bags we'd be using for our team lavages.  "Who wants to be first?" she inquired as she got the water to the right temperature, bringing one of the bags, suspended on a heavy wood and steel hanger, under the tap.

 "Me--I haven't had any of that yummy warm water in my tummy yet today," Karen begged.  "And my belly's so full of gas, between my embryonic metabolic changes and the objects stuffing my ass, including Paul's randy dick, that I feel really bloated and kind of icky, and I don't want that to bring down my high, because I'm still peaking off the first batch of `shrooms, and just coming on to the second batch."  She held her belly with one hand, pressing hard so that her bottom erupted with a mighty fart, begging again, "Please, Tricia honey, I need this gassy tummy of mine distended with your liquid love."  She spread her asscheeks enticingly as Trish rewarded her with the insertion of a big peartip hospital nozzle.

 Opening the clamp to let the soothing water flow into Karen's needy fundament, she announced, "Once I get the bags all full, I'm going to run water of a slightly warmer temperature into the tub, in case anyone feels the need to be topped off or wants second or third helpings."  She snickered at her own wittiness, causing all of us to chuckle, half-insane from the `shrooms and lust out of control.  "Now, who's next?"

 "I think you should be," Andy observed.  "You haven't been on the receiving end of a nozzle today, either, Tricia dearest.  Want me to do the honors?"

 "I think Paul should get first crack at fucking my nasty rear with this big nozzle, since I was so severe with him during the Victorian English school scenario."  She rubbed her belly sensuously, uttering a huge fart, then dropped to her knees before me, spreading her big ass open for my inspection.  "Please give me my treatment," she begged, a shiver of lust in her voice.

 "With pleasure," I replied, greasing the fingers of my left hand and rooting around in her back passage until I was pumping three of them into her dilated sphincter.  "And I want to watch Andy sliding her fist in and out of your ass sometime later tonight."  I withdrew my fingers, wiping them on a paper towel, dipped the nozzle into the open jar of Vaseline, and began to ease it into her rear, fucking it in and out as I heard her breathing grow erratic at the lewd penetration.  "I'm going to give your ass the best waterfuck it's ever had, so I want you to ask me real nice to make this come inside your ass."  I continued my fucking motions with the nozzle as her breathing became ragged.

 "Oh, please, Master Paul, let that nozzle come all the way inside my gasbound guts, and let it impregnify my slutty belly with its hot load."  She began chanting this phrase like a mantra until I relented and opened the clamp to release the steamy water into her bowels.  "Ream my nasty asshole with that big nozzle, and fuck my stinky guts with that big bag of lovely warm water--it feels so good, so deliciously kinky, forcing its way up inside me."  As I moved the nozzle in and out of her rear, I noted that she had a hand buried between her legs, frigging her clit furiously as the water drained into her body.  I turned to behold Andy finishing up Karen's first bag, the blonde wiggling her ass in obvious arousal and moaning from her utter excitement.

 "That's so good, Andrea.  Keep filling my slutty middle with that load of love.  I want my belly to be even more distended before I finally let it all float away.  Please, oh please, won't you fill my bag again?"  I watched Andy step away to fetch one of the three-quart pitchers from a high shelf along one wall of the bathroom, then dip it into the bathwater, fill it full, pour it into Karen's bag of liquid refreshment, come back to fill the pitcher again, transfer its contents to Karen's bag, then fill it a third time to park it in a spot accessible to her.  "That's so good," Karen hiccuped, then belched as the spreading heat and fullness overtook her.  She began frigging herself furiously again, moaning, "I'm gonna cum--I'm gonna cum--oh yes, coming, coming, COMING!" her voice a shriek as she bucked hard with her orgasm, her rear end jiggling sexily as the pleasurable sensations overtook her.

 I looked up to note that Trish's bag was nearly empty as well, and I fetched another three-quart pitcher from the shelf where Andy had gotten one just moments earlier.  Returning to the spot where she kneeled on all fours near the tub, I asked, "Do you think you might want seconds on this yummy treat, Trish baby?"

 "Oh yes--enema me until I blow up like a balloon."  I could see her busy hands working at her feminine center as I poured the pitcher contents into her bag, refilled the pitcher to top off the bag, and refilled it a third time as a reserve.  "Please, Paul, be a dear and fuck me with the nozzle some more."  I began sliding it in and out of her as the water gurgled into her bowels, creating alarming rumbles from her midsection as her colon began to expand and stretch to accomodate the huge load of water pushing its way inside her.  "Oh, that's so nice--so soothing and warm.  I feel as if I'm sucking the ocean into my bowels, and I can hear the waves crashing in my ears.  Oh, God, fuck me with that lovely warm water--I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum--ooh, uhh, err, oww, aiee--I'm cumming, cumming, cumming, CUMMINGGG!!"  She thrashed around, her big ass shaking with the sheer physical bliss she was feeling, her big breasts swaying wildly underneath her body.

 I heard a feral shriek from Karen that caused me to turn and watch Andy pouring the three-quart pitcher into her bag, sending quarts thirteen through fifteen in their path to enrich the twelve quarts that were already weighing her belly nearly to the floor.  "That's so good," she gasped.  "I love having my stinky belly filled to bursting.  And it's gonna get even better the farther I progress in my pregnancy, because I'll be eating more and my bowels should expand somewhat to reflect that, so I can take bigger and bigger loads of hot enema love, deep inside me, filling me until I'm sure I'll burst."  She writhed and moaned in her extreme arousal, causing my erection to swell to new dimensions at the sound and sight of her lustful exhibition.

 I turned back to Trish, noting that her second load was nearly drained, and without even asking I poured the last three quarts of the water into her bag.  Then I began to rub my dick against the smooth flesh of her broad round ass, asking, "Is it okay if I masturbate on your tush, and come all over your big white ass?"

 "I'd love to feel my big white ass covered with your come, as long as you keep the water coming.  Better fill up that pitcher again, `cause I'm going to need a lot more before I'm done."  Filling the pitcher quickly, I poured its contents into her bag, then filled it again as a reserve supply.  I took my shatteringly-hard, blood-engorged penis in hand and began stroking it against her plump fanny once again, my senses utterly consumed by the overripe beauty of her rear bent in front of me to receive the huge load of water being delivered to it by the oversized nozzle.  "How much water will be inside me when this bagful is empty?" she asked.  "I kind of lost count."

 "Eighteen quarts, or four and a half gallons of water.  I think Karen is stopping at fifteen."
 

 "Bullshit," Karen retorted.  "Andy, fill my bag again--I'm going to top Trish if I explode."

 This made me a little apprehensive, and I cautioned, "Karen, darling, please don't even think that.  Don't go beyond common sense in this."

 "Don't worry, sugar.  If I get too full, I'm closer to the toilet than Trish is."  She gurgled as she felt the next six quarts of water starting its journey into her middle, rubbing her belly periodically to dislodge the pockets of gas and stimulate bile flow.  I continued stroking my hardon against Trish's soft tush, causing her to gasp in visceral arousal.

 "Your dick feels so good rubbing against my butt.  Stroke it faster; I want you to cum all over my flabby ass."  She was gurgling and panting, her bowels making alarming noises as she absorbed still more water into her dangerously distended belly.

 Finally, with a scream of unadulterated lust, I felt the jism spurting convulsively out of my penis, splattering all over Tricia's back and upturned rear, giving way to panting and moaning as I gasped, "I'm coming all over your big round butt, Trish, and it feels so wonderful.  Your butt looks so pretty with my cum oozing all over it, too."

 "Wish I could see," she grunted, the force of the water pushing into her finally taking its toll.  "What's my current quart count?" she queried.
 

 "Twenty-four, I believe.  You now have six gallons of water inside your huge belly."  I rubbed her middle as I said this, then kneaded it vigorously.  "This needs stirring up, I believe," continuing to knead her huge gut as she hiccuped and belched with the fullness inside her.  "I bet you won't be farting very much after you release this load, will you?" I asked, continuing to knead her distended abdomen roughly.

 "Oh God, I'm so full."  She winced as a cramp shot through her.  "I think I've gotta go potty now," she moaned, clutching her swollen stomach as she tried to rise on shaky legs.  I closed her clamp, grabbed her now-empty bag, and helped her to the toilet with an arm around her shoulders.  As she sat heavily on the stool, I slid the nozzle out, making a popping sound as its big head exited her rear, and returned the bag to its hanging position above the tub.  A huge fart resonated in the bathroom, and I looked over to see Trish, her face, forehead, and upper torso bathed in a light sheen of sweat, clutching her belly and grunting as the enormous colonic bath began to splash explosively from her bursting belly.  "God, why did I ever get so greedy?  I'm too stoned.  Karen, Andy, Paul, will someone come over and just hold me while I get rid of this gut-buster?  I feel like I'm gonna die."  I rushed over to kneel and surround her with my arms, my hands stroking her back and sides gently to help her relax.  "Don't strain, Trish--you don't want to rupture yourself as this stuff is coming out of you."

 I looked over to where Andy had Karen bent over on the floor, still pouring water into her bag.  At this point, the blonde's belly was touching the floor, making her look like she was indeed about eight and a half months pregnant with triplets.  I marveled at how she could take such an enormous load of water inside her body, until I heard her hiccup and belch, then heard the sob in her voice as she said, "Too full, Andy sweetest.  I'm going to barf and explode if I don't release this this instant."  Clutching her abdomen in agony, she asked, "How much is inside me?"

 "Thirty quarts, I think.  It's like you gained sixty pounds in the last hour, all in your tummy."  She closed the clamp on Karen's empty bag, took it in one hand while she supported Karen to walk her over to the edge of the tub, where she sat her down, opened the tub drain, and eased the oversized nozzle out of her asshole.  Then she took Karen into her arms, stroking her back, sides, and buttocks as a huge fart erupted from the blonde's crampy guts, followed by the explosive release of the huge load of water inside her body.  Karen sat there gasping, holding her belly as the water continued to issue from her stretched colon, hiccupping convulsively as her bowels griped spasmodically.

 By this time, Tricia's release was slowing to a trickle, and I said, "I'm going to help Andy with Karen.  Holler if you need help wiping when you're through."  Moving to the tub, I bent to bestow a tender kiss on Karen's lips, asking, "How're you doing, sugar?  Are you going to make it?"

 "I think so, but I think I really overdid it this time.  My gut still hurts--all crampy and bloated.  I'll probably still have gas just from the enormous pressure I had inside me."  She reached for me as Andy disengaged herself from Karen's embrace, bestowing a quick peck on her lips before she went over to the toilet to help Trish clean up.  "I should have known it would turn into a competition when you and Andy started enemas for me and Trish at the same time.  We're both so obsessed with our abilities--one of the few things I've always considered myself superlative at is my ability to take and hold a bigger enema than practically anyone else on the planet, except for Tricia."  She shivered in my arms, remarking, "I'm tripping so hard, I'm surprised I didn't trip myself right out of existence with my out-of-control enema lust."  I held her tight, occasionally massaging her deflating middle as the water continued to squirt from her rear, my hands moving over her breasts to tweak her nipples into erection, then bringing a hand to her mons veneris to begin stroking her shiny, fully-erect clitoris.  "Coming," she gasped weakly, shuddering against me with the intensity of her pleasure.  Finally, she was done emptying, and she leaned heavily against me as I held her tenderly, eventually rousing herself enough to ask, a plaintive note in her voice, "Will you help me wipe?"

 I got up to fetch tissue and the box of baby wipes (by this time Trish was done wiping and had begun prepping Andy for her internal cleansing), and returned to Karen's side.  "How bad does the tub look?" she asked.
 "Not bad--a couple of pitcher loads of clear water will rinse it all down the drain.  Fortunately, most of what came out of you was clear water, except for maybe the last two or three quarts."

 "Good.  After my bottom is clean, I'll help you rinse out the tub so we can get you and Andy started."  As I began to dab at her rear with tissue, she wrapped me in a tender hug and began soul kissing me to the point that my erection returned with a vengeance.

 After we finished scrubbing and rinsing the tub, Karen filled it with water a few degrees warmer than body temperature, then she and Trish put us on the rubber mat, lying on our stomachs, while they filled two six-quart bags with water from the tub, detached the hospital nozzles from the main hoses, and attached 50FR colon tubes five feet in length to them.  As she began a slow lubrication of my fanny socket that soon turned into a sensual prostate massage, Karen announced, "We thought we'd try the high colonic routine on you two, partly to see if you can break your previous records, but also to experiment with the whole-body orgasm concept illustrated in the video we've been watching."  I felt my dick leaking pre-ejaculate as she said this, and I squirmed in my extreme arousal, wanting desperately to come even before the moment for insertion of the tube had arrived.  Karen, seeing me squirming, remarked to Tricia, "I think he really needs this treatment--he's writhing on the floor like he's in desperate need of therapy."

 "Yeah--the rubber sheet under Andy is all wet with her pussy juice, too.  I guess we'll be seeing them come before their thirsty guts can even absorb any water."  She added a finger to her massage of the petite redhead's backside, causing her to gasp in heightened arousal.  Her asshole made sucking noises as Trish added a third finger and began pistoning them out of her rear, causing Trish to warn her, "I know your tummy must still be full of cramps and gas from the soap in the school enema and the buttfucking we gave you with dildos, but if you fart when I pull my fingers out, I'll throw about half a dozen icecubes in your first bagful so you'll really cramp up by the time you've got a gallon and a half of water inside you."  She eased the fingers slowly out of her bottom, and the silence was broken by a thunderous series of farts; Tricia observed, as well, a coating of light brown on the fingers of the exam glove she'd worn while opening Andy's sphincter.  Without saying a word, she rose and walked back to the kitchen, returning with a tray of ice cubes.  Bringing Andy's bag up to hang it on the top of the medical rack, she burped the air out of the lines into a bucket strategically placed for that purpose, then began easing the first six or eight inches of the tube into her puckernut.  Opening the clamp, she directed, "Breathe deeply as this flows in; it'll help you relax."  She refrained from adding any ice to the bag of steaming water at first.

 By this time, Karen also had my tube inserted into my greedy, itchy rectum.  As she opened the clamp to start the flow, she began to massage the small of my back and my quivering buttocks, announcing, "This will relax you, allow the water to penetrate you more easily, and prepare your body for the shattering orgasm you'll have later in the treatment."  I felt the water flow soothingly inside my crampy colon, moaning with its internal caress, conscious only of the feeling of being overtaken in my darkest central zone.  Occasionally, I had a feeling that I was going to expel the load messily, as gas pockets deep inside me were dissipated, causing griping sensations and noises from my belly.

 "It feels wonderful," I observed.  "This is so soothing, so relaxing, especially in comparison to that soapy gut-buster you and Trish gave me and Andy when we first arrived.  Ohh, ahh, it feels so nice inside my tummy."  I gurgled like a baby being half-loved to death by a nurturing, yet strict, mother.  "If this is how it will feel when you blow up me to make my middle match your pregnant belly every day, I'll gladly take on water until I burst," I gushed, my shatteringly-hard penis near the point of delicious climax.  "I'll give you the rest of my life to stop doing this."

 I felt a slight pressure inside my colon, and Karen announced that I now had two feet of the tube inside me, and that it was nearly across the span of my transverse colon.  "Your bag is almost empty," she observed.  "Can you take just a little bit more?"

 "Oh, yes, darling Karen.  I can take a lot more--I want this to last forever."  I reached underneath me and rubbed my belly for a moment, revelling in the sensuous fullness I was just beginning to feel; below my ribcage, my middle had the consistency of a semi-firm pudding, my prostate aflame from the pressure exerted on it by the tube pressing on it from behind.

 I looked over to see how Andy was faring; she too was rubbing her middle, her abdomen expanded to the point that it had elevated her slightly above the surface of the rubber sheet.  She was moaning in arousal, exclaiming, "This is so nice--it's like an internal caress."  The tips of her nipples were erect, filling with blood to change shade from light pink to nearly red, a clear sign of the intensity of her arousal from the treatment.  "Trish, are you really going to put ice cubes into my water to give me bad cold water cramps as a punishment for farting?"  She turned her head to look imploringly into the brunette's eyes.

 "Not until after I've got the tube all the way up inside you--I want you to feel full first, and have as many orgasms as you can, before I torment you."  She took an ice cube into each hand, however, and rubbed them lightly at the small woman's breasts, causing the nipples to erect even further, engorging with blood to the point that they turned purple, then holding them there until she bucked in orgasm.  With one hand, she snaked between Andy's buttocks and touched an ice cube against her clitoris, bringing her to two more climaxes in quick succession.  "This is more fun than giving you a gutload of cold water anyway," she announced.  "Only the Shadow knows where the Ice-Cube Enema Bandit will strike next."

 That lovely water kept flowing inside me, and I decided it was pointless to conceal my desire to come any longer.  I squirmed against the rubber sheet, moaning from the internal caress of the swimming pool that was forming inside my stretched guts, rubbing my penis until I gasped breathily, squirting a thick stream of seminal fluid that coated my belly with its stickiness and caused Karen to remark dryly, "I see another little enema pig who can't take a lot of teasing," slapping my fanny sharply to enhance the sensory overload already consuming me.  "Hand me two ice cubes, Trish," she requested.  She rubbed them against my nipples, causing them to swell out hard and erect, rubbing sensually against the thick rubber sheet underneath me, then rubbed one against my balls while rubbing the other against my expanding belly.  "How's that for a cold rush?"  When I didn't answer but only moaned, she demanded, "Is that making your dick hard again?"

 "Oh yes, sweet Mistress Karen.  I've never recovered from a climax that quickly in my life."

 "Good--I think that, when you and Andy both have twelve quarts of water and five feet of rubber inside you, we'll freshen your bottoms-up drinks with the rest of the ice."  She rubbed the dwindling cubes against the cheeks of my ass, causing me to squirm and moan in paradoxical arousal, moving them around to thoroughly chill the relaxed muscles of my gluteii.  "Damn, your bag is nearly empty," she announced, filling a pitcher and pouring it into the bag, then filling another and pouring it in at a slightly slower rate so she'd be sure I was on the receiving end of at least eighteen quarts.

 I soon felt pressure on the right side of my abdomen, and I asked, "Is the tube going into my ascending colon now?"

 "Yes--once you've had a couple of quarts in this position, I'll start cooling off your insides like I just cooled off your outside."  She reached underneath me to press lovingly on my bloated belly.  "Your skin is on fire, so you need coolin'; baby, I'm not foolin'; gonna send ya back to schoolin'," she sang in possibly the worst Robert Plant impersonation I'd ever heard.

 "Yeah, Karen, this is a whole lotta love," I snickered sarcastically.

 "Wait'll you hear Trish do Zappa's `Illinois Enema Bandit'; it's really hot soapy water in the third degree."

 "An enema is someone who is not your friend," I wisecracked, then grunted as the water began to cool off.  "You put an ice cube in the water, didn't you?" I gasped.

 "Actually, I put six ice cubes in the water.  Try to calm down while I fill the pitcher again."  I moaned at the gelid invasion, sure I was going to shit out the tube and the four gallons or so I retained before she returned with more warm water.  But that didn't happen, because as soon as she returned, she poured the pitcher in, soon restoring the original temperature of the huge internal bath I held inside my distended pudding of a belly.  She ran for another pitcher as the water flowed inexorably into me.

 "God, these cramps are gonna rip me apart," Andy lamented, hiccupping and sobbing noisily, so Trish relented and poured a warm load into her bag, running to the tub for more water.

 At last, it was over.  I was beginning to feel explosive cramps in my abdomen from the enormous quantity of water I'd absorbed--at least twenty-four quarts, or six gallons of water, had been drained into my protesting bowels--and I felt as if I'd burst before I could ever get vertical enough to release the gut-buster.  I looked over to see Andy belching and sobbing and shaking as Trish helped her to her feet, half-carried her to the edge of the tub, and hung her bag on the shower curtain rod as she opened the tub drain and began easing the thick colon tube from the tiny redhead's rear.  Andy screamed, sobbing and keening as she went over the edge into a protacted, intense orgasm that left her limp as the business end of the tube slid out of her tush and a huge fart wracked her distended gut.  She sagged limply in Tricia's arms as the water made its explosive exit from her bung, her body quaking from the multiple aftershocks of the orgasmic Hiroshima she'd experienced.

 "It's your time, too, isn't it, Paul?" Karen asked.  "You do need to release that huge load of water, don't you?"  I whimpered, unable to speak, feeling as if I'd burst at any moment.  Rubbing my sides to help me gain control of my breathing, she exerted gentle pressure on my hips to turn me onto my side, then brought me into a sitting position, wrapped her arms around me, and helped me to rise, supporting me in her arms for the long walk to the edge of the tub.  Once I was safely seated, she began to pull the tube from my rear, causing my penis head to swell and assume an even deeper shade of red, a red verging on purple, and as she continued to ease the tube out of my fundament, I felt a tingling in the base of my skull, felt my face grow hot, my nipples, navel, belly, ass, anus, prostate, inner thighs all atingle and all aglow with the most intense sexual rush I'd ever felt.  With all these systems primed to go, I felt my balls tighten, then my ejaculate shot out of the head of my dick with such force, such intense burning sweetness, that I collapsed into her sheltering arms as I saw my come fly out of me, in slow motion like the feats of the Six Million Dollar Man, to splatter against the far wall of the bathroom.

 A huge, explosive fart wracked my bowels, and I felt the contents of my colon void themselves in a Niagara that spattered noisily against the floor and sides of the tub, still slumped weakly in Karen's embrace.  She held me there, crooning softly, as the water and remaining soap and gas and fecal residue ejected forcefully from my bowels, gently rubbing my belly as I watched it deflate visibly, cramps taking over my consciousness as my stretched-out large intestine began to return to its original shape.  I looked over at Andy, who was almost done with her monstrous evacuation, and she smiled weakly at me, face aglow with the remembrance of the soul-shattering orgasm she'd experienced.  Trish took her hand, led her to the toilet, and helped her wipe, cleansing her backside with a baby wipe after the paperwork was done, then positioning her on all fours on the rubber sheet so she could rub aloe vera cream into and around the petite redhead's overworked asshole.

 This office done, they came back to join us where I was huddled on the edge of the tub, Tricia observing, "These two have performed like troupers.  Andy, if you kneel in front of Paul and give him a hot blowjob, I'll play with your pussy until you come."  The redheaded pixie dropped immediately to her knees, took my limp penis in her mouth, swirling her tongue around its slumbering head until it stirred into life, and began to give me the most exquisite head of my life as my expulsion dwindled to its close; I could see that Trish had her hand under her soul sister's rear and was penetrating her pussy with three fingers, causing Andy to gasp every time the fingers hooked back to make contact with her G-spot.  Andy's left hand was busy stroking the length of my dick as she worshipped the head with her tongue, and I could hear a gasp and see a shudder as she speeded up the pace of her actions.  My own gasp of pleasure accompanied hers as she shook in a massive climax while I jetted my load deep down her swallowing throat, again collapsing limply in Karen's arms as the last of the huge internal bath sputtered out of my sore rectum.

 After Karen helped me wipe, we all removed our lingerie and put it in Trish's laundry hamper, then filled four buckets with soapy water, rinsing down the tub and then wiping it out with big sponges.  Climbing into the shower, we soaped each other down thoroughly, washed each other's hair, and stood in a four-way hug as we rinsed off under the warm, caressing water.  We were all flying, peaked to the max from the `shrooms, and after drying each other with the big, thick, fluffy towels that were stock in trade for this horny crew, we all donned skintight rubber panties as proof against accidents, returned to the living room and arranged throw pillows in a pile under the sleeping bag, which had been zipped open for better coverage, and prepared to watch the rest of the video.  Tricia had made a last batch of strawberry-mushroom shakes, and we sat down comfortably on the cushions, our arms around each other, passing a bong of Northern Lights around, as the plump brunette brought her TV and VCR back to life.

-4-

The video Laura, Doug, Susie, Dave, Alice, and Zeke were all watching showed a slender, dark-eyed brunette barely out of her teens, who sat in the waiting room dressed in a tank top and loose-fitting jeans, doubled over and holding her middle as Sonya, the petite blonde therapist, walked in from her office.  "What's wrong, hon?" she inquired.

 "Menstrual cramps--and they're really bad.  I feel like someone is slashing through my guts with a knife.  Mom sent me here because she said a high colonic always relieved her cramps.  Maybe it'll do the same for me."

 "There's only one way to find out.  Come on back with me."  She led the ailing young woman back to her private therapy room.  Once they were inside, with the door closed and locked for privacy, Sonya directed, "Please disrobe and lie on the padded table on your belly.  I have to take your temperature rectally before we begin your treatment."  As the younger woman, who had signed in as Missy, lay facedown on the table, Sonya directed, "Hold open your fanny cheeks so I can insert the thermometer."

 Spreading her gluteii willingly, trembling from the cramps in her center, Missy asked, "Will this hurt very much, Nurse Sonya?"

 "It shouldn't hurt at all--most of what you feel will be increasing pressure and fullness."  She slid a latex protector onto the digital thermometer and spread some K-Y jelly on it, then began easing it into the willowy patient's rear.

 "That feels good," Missy exclaimed.  Blushing bright red, she added, "I am more than a little bit anal erotic, you know."

 "I thought so," Sonya mused.  "I could tell by the way you opened up your ass for me that you probably enjoy having objects penetrating it.  By the appearance of your rectum and the outer muscles, I can tell you're no virgin back there.  Now let go of your buttcheeks so the thermometer will stay inside you.  I'm just going to get my equipment ready, and I'll be over in a few minutes to check your temperature."  She busied herself by filling a two-quart bag with steamy water, mixing in an ounce of Castile soap and burping the air out of the line, then attaching an inch-thick peartip hospital nozzle to its outer end.  Carrying the bag to hang it on the rack over the table, she slid the thermometer smoothly out of Missy's relaxed anus and looked at the digital display.  "You're running a fever of 101.2o F.  Do you always experience a rise in temperature when you have your period?"

 "Most of the time, yes.  I frequently have heavy flow and spotting for up to a week and a half, too.  I've gone to various gynecologists who've experimented with a variety of oral contraceptives, too, but no matter how diligently I follow the instructions for taking them, I always wind up barfing every day while I'm on them."  A cramp seized her and her hands went under her to clutch her belly as she moaned, gasping at the intensity of her misery.

 "Based on the appearance of the thermometer when I pulled it out, I'd say you're really constipated, along with being feverish and in agony from your menses.  I'm going to have to clean you out with a two-quart treatment of soapy water before I give you the colonic; otherwise, I won't be able to penetrate you very far with the colon tube.  And you'll probably cramp up from the soap, but you shouldn't have to hold it for very long."  She pulled an exam glove onto her right hand, greased her index and middle fingers with the K-Y, then greased the big nozzle from the bag.  "Now spread your fannycakes apart again, sweetie; I've got to lube you for this big nozzle."
 

 Laura and Doug, seated on her loveseat, were holding each other close, his hands kneading her buttocks as they watched the onscreen action, eyes glazed further from the bowl Dave had just loaded and passed over to them.  Dave was rubbing Susie's crotch through her tight jeans, and she had her right hand down the back on his jeans, working her finger into his asshole as he panted in arousal, while Alice was sitting on Zeke's lap, his erection pressing through his gabardine slacks against the crack of her ass as he kneaded her small breasts with both hands.  Moans of lust and heavy breathing permeated the living room.

 Sonya, on the video, slid a lubed finger up Missy's behind, working it in and out to loosen her anal sphincter.  Moaning in arousal, the younger woman gasped huskily, "That's so nice--I love it when anybody fingerfucks my butthole," then gasped again as the therapist withdrew the finger to add her index finger and pump the two digits in and out of her.  "Just how big is this nozzle you're going to put into my rear?  This is about as much as I usually require when my boyfriend gives me foreplay before he puts his dick up my ass."

 "The nozzle has an inch-thick tip, but I need to get you loosened up because I'll probably have at least three fingers inside you to guide the colon tube when we're ready for that step."  With her left hand, she began to knead Missy's relaxed asscheeks as she continued to fingerfuck her bottom.  "I'm glad you're enjoying this, but now it's time to get that logjam of shit in your descending colon loosened, so the tube will be able to penetrate you."  She withdrew the fingers, taking the big nozzle in hand and sliding it into the woman's parted behind.  "I want you to turn onto your left side, with your legs parted and your arms relaxed.  Tell me if you start to cramp up, and I'll stop the flow and massage your tummy."  Opening the clamp, she began stroking her patient's back and shoulders in order to relax her further.  Missy's sudden stiffening caused her to glance up at the bag, which was still half full.  "Cramps?" she inquired.

 "Yeah--that soap is burning my tummy."  Missy clutched her middle, then gasped as Sonya clicked the clamp shut and began a gentle massage of her upper abdomen.  "That feels wonderful," she gurgled, panting to catch her breath.  "Do I really have to take this whole bag of soapy water before you can begin my colonic?"

 "I'm afraid so--as impacted as your stool must be, there's no way I could get the tube very far inside you before you at least empty the extreme end of your bowels."  Rubbing the woman's belly more vigorously, she asked, "Are you ready for the rest of this?"

 "I'll try," Missy gasped, breathing hard as the therapist opened the clamp to release the second quart of sudsy flusher into her protesting guts.  This time, of course, Sonya continued her massage of the patient's belly, persisting even after a loud click! signalled that the woman was holding a half gallon of soapy water in her slightly swollen tummy.  "I think I gotta shit really bad," Missy complained, so Sonya reached under the table, positioned a bedpan behind her rear, and helped her to lie on her back over it, easing the nozzle from her behind before she turned her patient.  A loud fart echoed in the room, followed by the spattering release of the contents of Missy's descending colon.  "I guess I really was constipated; I didn't realize there was so much poop inside my guts."  She grunted, farting again as more stool ejected from her rear, then clutched her middle from the cramps generated by the soapy water.

 Sonya moved away, taking the bag and scrubbing it in the deep sink across the room, then hanging it on a hook to dry after removing the nozzle from the line and putting it into alcohol to disinfect it.  She returned shortly with an eight-quart bag, the hose of which was attached to a five-foot 50FR colon tube, bulging with steaming water.  "As soon as you're done with the bedpan, let me know, and we'll get you lubed up again and start your colonic."  She rubbed her patient's middle sensuously to ease the remainder of her evacuation, smiling at Missy as the troubled woman grimaced from the soapy purge still exiting her body.

 "I think I'm done, but my butthole is kinda sore from all that soap."  In answer, the therapist turned her onto her left side, wiped her rear gently with thick bath tissue, then ran a cooling baby wipe across her fundament before she stepped away to empty the bedpan into the toilet near the table.

 When she returned, Sonya directed, "Lie on your stomach, and I'll get you started with your colonic."  She rubbed aloe vera cream onto Missy's sore rectum, then began to ease a finger gently inside her, opening her up again; she continued this routine for ten minutes, adding fingers until she had four fingers inside the woman's relaxing sphincter.  "How does your bootie hole feel now, Missy?  Is it still sore?"

 "Oh no--it feels great, like I'm about to get fucked really good."  She purred.  "But my cramps are still pretty bad.  Are we starting my colonic soon?"

 "Right now, as a matter of fact."  She eased the thick tube into her patient's rear, opening the clamp to let the steamy water begin its soothing journey.  She began a sensuous backrub as the water flowed deeply into Missy's colon, occasionally slipping her hands underneath the patient's body to caress her breasts and belly.  "How does this feel?" she inquired.

 "Wonderful," Missy replied.  "That water feels so soothing in my tummy, and my menstrual cramps are starting to get less and less intense."  She gurgled with pleasure at the hydraulic invasion of her body.

 Sonya looked up at the bag, noting that it was half full; she eased another foot or so of the tube into her patient's rear end, sliding three fingers inside to guide it into the woman's transverse colon.  "Do you feel any pain or pressure as I do this?" she inquired.

 "No--my tummy's just starting to feel kind of warm and pleasantly full."  Missy slid a hand under her own body to touch herself in her woman place, continuing, "And my pussy's getting so wet; I think your treatment is making me horny, too."
 

 "That's all right; in fact, if you masturbate to a good come, it will also help relieve your cramps."  Checking the level on the bag, she noted, "I'll be right back to top off your bag, and I'll try to get that tube a little further inside you."  She returned in a few minutes with a gallon pitcher of warm water, poured it into the bag, then refilled it at the deep sink.  "Now relax, and take some deep breaths.  I'm going to try to ease this tube around the bend from your transverse colon into your ascending colon."  As the bag began to empty again, she slid three fingers into Missy's ass, wrapping them around the tube to guide it further inside her bowels; when she stopped, only eight inches were still outside the star of the slender beauty's sphincter.  "Any pain or pressure yet?"

 "No--but I'm getting full.  How much water is inside me?"

 "Three gallons or so--maybe three and a quart or so extra.  Do you want to release this load?"

 "Oh no--it feels too good."  Her body was elevated by her swollen middle, and her busy fingers were thrumming rapidly across her engorged clit, causing her to gasp periodically with her frequent climaxes.  "What's the standard amount for this treatment?"

 "Five gallons, but usually people don't take that all at once.  Why?  Did you want me to drain some more water into your distended belly?"

 "Oh yeah--fill me until I look like a balloon."  She resumed her masturbation as Sonya went to fill the pitcher a final time, shrieking in ecstasy when the therapist poured the last gallon into the bag.  Sonya assisted her in rising to her knees, head resting on her doubled fists, her ass thrust up obscenely as the end of the treatment stretched her gut to the bursting point.  Missy looked down, remarking, "I look pregnant, don't I?"

 "Yeah--are you having cramps yet?"

 "No, but I feel really full.  It's soothing, but a little scary, too."  The therapist began to massage her patient's belly and backside as the last of the water drained into her huge gut, occasionally tweaking the younger woman's nipples into erection, to the point that a pinkish sex flush spread all over the menstruating woman's body, and her nipples, elongated to points an inch long, were purple with bursting arousal.

 "I think it's time to get you to the toilet," Sonya announced, closing the clamp and helping the woman into a seated position on the table, then pinching the colon tube off the main hose from the bag, and helping her patient to move to a squatting position over the toilet.  "You won't believe how sensuous and how good it will feel when I begin easing this tube out of your rear," she remarked, gently rubbing the woman's hugely inflated middle as she began to slide the tube out with the other hand.

 "CUMMINNNGGGGGG!!!" Missy shrieked, her face flushed beet-red as Sonya continued to slide the tube out of her rear, her breathing a ragged gasp and her whole body pink, coated with goosebumps from the intensity of the sensation she was experiencing.  As soon as the tube was free, Sonya rocked Missy in her arms for several minutes, then placed the tube and the bag in the deep sink, letting warm soapy water run while she fetched a heavy towel to place around her patient's shivering shoulders.  At this point, Laura stopped the tape and shut off the VCR and TV.

 "Too hot," Dave exclaimed, taking a hit from the bowl before handing it to Susie.  "Am I the only enema virgin in the room?" he asked, looking curiously at Doug and Laura, then at Zeke and Alice.  They all nodded, and he replied, "Then I guess that means I'm it."

 "You betcha, honeycakes," Susie said.  "We're gonna invade your butt with a big nozzle and pump you full of water until your belly looks pregnant and you shoot your cum clear across the bathroom."  She punctuated her remarks by pumping her finger more forcefully in and out of his rear, adding, "Soon you'll get your rear end penetrated even deeper than it was penetrated with the big dildo a few weeks ago."  As she kept up this depraved foreplay, she squeezed his bursting erection with her other hand, looking at the two other couples.  "Who wants to help me give my honey his first ever waterfuck?"  Everybody raised their hands, and she slid her fingers out of Dave's rear, took his left hand in her right hand, and said, "Come on, hon--don't be a party pooper," causing everyone to groan at her relentless punning.  Leading him into the bathroom, she positioned him on all fours near the tub, directing, "Spread your asscheeks as wide open as you can get them, lover," and Dave complied, showing his less than virginal asshole to the assembled crowd of orgiasts, who had all discarded outer garments enroute to the place of the young man's klismaphiliac defloration.  "Now, Laura, what kind of nozzle do you think we should initiate him with?"

 "How about that inch-and-a-half thick peartip hospital nozzle for starters?" the buxom nurse suggested.  "If he's already had some big dildoes up his rear, that one should go in quite comfortably, but will also be big enough not to slip out as he starts to get really full."  She brought over the box of exam gloves, a tube of jelly, a rectal thermometer, and the package of latex protectors.  "But first we should take his temperature, and make sure we have a general appraisal of his health before we begin his treatment."  She laid these materials within reach of Susie, suggesting, "Perhaps you'd like to start taking his temperature while I get his chart started."  She patted Susie's rear before walking out of the bathroom to get the chart and clipboard she kept in her bedroom for medical scenes.

 "Now relax, Dave; just keep holding your buttocks open for me," the blonde directed.  She snapped an exam glove on her right hand, then lubed the index and middle fingers with K-Y, placing her palm against her boyfriend's rear and spreading the lube on the star of his sphincter, then slowly easing the middle finger inside until it was buried to the third knuckle.  "How does that feel?" she inquired.

 "Really good!"  He moaned lustfully as she began pumping the finger in and out of his behind, then sighed when she withdrew, only to gurgle contentedly when she added her index finger.  "I love having you for a nurse, Susie.  You fingerfuck my asshole so nice."  His breathing began to accelerate, and Susie wrapped the fingers of her left hand around his bursting erection, pumping it slowly and sensually as she continued to massage his prostate.  His moaning and the involuntary thrusting motions of his hips were evidence that her treatment was having the desired effect.

 She released his aching dick, withdrew the fingers, and snapped the glove off her right hand, then slid a latex protector on the thermometer, lubed it with the K-Y, and insinuated it into his bottom in one fluid motion.  "You can close your buttcheeks now, but stay in position while the thermometer is inside you," she directed, rising to run warm water in the tub, testing the temperature and filling an eight-quart bag to the top.  She burped the air from the line and hung the bag on a wall hook behind Dave's upturned rear, attaching the aforementioned oversized hospital nozzle to the business end of the hose. then returned to Dave's side where she rubbed his lower back, asscheeks, and thighs slowly and sensuously while she waited to check his temperature.

 At this point, Laura returned; over her sexy undergarments she wore a form-fitting white latex nurse's uniform with a miniskirt that ended just an inch or so below her pubic arch and asscheeks, with a plunging front neckline that exposed her immense cleavage in all its glory; a white latex military officer's hat with two rows of "scrambled eggs" on the brim sat perched on her glorious red hair, and her feet were clad in three-inch stack-heeled white latex boots that came to the middle of her thighs.  "How's our patient doing?" she asked curiously.
 

 "I'm just waiting to take out his thermometer, Nurse Laura.  I've already got his first bag ready to go."  She patted Dave's rear, sneaking a hand around his waist to give his cock a suggestive squeeze.  "Do you think it's time to read his temp?"

 "Go ahead."  She stood with her pen poised above the chart on her clipboard, waiting for Susie's response.

 Withdrawing the instrument from her boyfriend's anus, she noted, "It's covered with stool."  Smacking Dave's ass sharply with the flat of her left hand, she admonished, "Ten demerits, Dave.  I told you to come here with a clean asshole."  She examined the digital dial on the device, noting, "His temp is 100.9o F.  I wonder what the problem could be?"

 "Might be stomach flu," Alice suggested.  "Or maybe he ate chicken soft tacos at Taco Bell?"  She stood in front of Dave, looking sternly down at him as Zeke, on his knees behind her, was separating the globes of her fanny to press his tongue against her rear hole.

 "I think it's probably rectalitis or analitis," Laura intoned.  "I'm afraid the only relief for the dear boy is that he be purged, and purged long, intensely, and thoroughly."  She bent over at Dave's side, looking into his eyes, her massive tits all but spilling out of her abbreviated nurse's uniform.  "Dear boy, do you have hemmorhoids or anything like that?"

 "No, Nurse Laura.  My asshole is eager for any treatment you and Susie and Alice and Doug and Zeke want to give it."  He held his fannycakes open so the assembled group could see his eagerness.

 "That's fortunate, because your bunghole will probably be very sore from all the wiping you'll be doing in the course of your treatment."  Looking over to Susie, she directed, "Go ahead and finish readying the bag while I prepare him for his new position of humility and servitude."  Susie rose to begin lubing the nozzle as Laura donned heavy rubber gloves and began slapping Dave's opened asscheeks with the flats of her hands, bringing his rear to a nice shade of pink while Susie held the sacred nozzle poised for insertion into his dirty rectum.

 As the curvacious blonde teenager began easing the big nozzle deep into her boyfriend's rear, she announced, "Okay, baby, here's eight quarts, or two gallons, of hot enema love that will begin flushing all those poisons out of your polluted bowels."  She moved the nozzle in and out of his rear, which he still held parted with both hands, fucking him long and thoroughly before opening the clamp to let the steamy water begin its invasion of his inner depths.  "I shudder to think of how impacted with shit your colon must be, honeycakes, especially when I think about the nasty stuff I saw on the exam glove and thermometer after I pulled them out of your butt a while ago."  She reached a hand around his waist to begin a slow massage of his expanding middle, occasionally squeezing his inflating abdomen as the water flowed relentlessly inside him.  "You really need this enema bad, don't you, lover?"  As he grunted at the increasing fullness in his belly, she ordered, in a stern tone, "Answer me, baby.  Tell us all how much you need having this big load of soothing, healing water injected up your dirty asshole."

 "Yesss!" he hissed raggedly.  "I need to have all the waste flushed out of my guts so I'll be restored to health and can party with everybody without feeling so sluggish and icky and generally out of sorts."  His breathing became more rapid and uneven as she resumed pumping the nozzle in and out of his obscenely exposed fundament, especially after she began massaging his bloated stomach with her left hand, occasionally tweaking his bursting erection to keep his arousal at fever pitch.  "If you keep that up, Susie, I don't know whether my dick or my asshole will explode first."  He began making guttural groans at this overload of stimulation, all but gasping in the intensity of his perversely mixed pleasure and pain from the prolonged treatment.

 "The bag's almost empty," Alice remarked, crossing to retrieve a gallon pitcher and fill it from the tub, then returning to pour it into the bag, which Laura held open while nodding approvingly at her observation.  Alice filled the pitcher again, standing by to pour the water into the bag as Laura sank to her knees in front of Dave.

 The Reubenesque nurse lifted the teenage boy's chin, forcing him to look directly into her eyes.  "Can't you take just a little bit more, David?  It will feel really good to get all cleaned out inside, and I promise you that we'll make you come like crazy when you begin releasing the water."  She ran her hands over his nipples, fingers darting out to squeeze them into full erection, directing, "Susie, just keep fucking his asshole with that big nozzle--I think he likes that a lot.  Do you mind if I give your boyfriend a hot handjob while we're topping off his tank?"  She began to wrap the fingers of her right hand gently around his bursting pecker as she continued stimulating his rock-hard nipples with her left.

 "Not at all--he doesn't realize how we're going to love him to death before we let him shit out this big load of water."  She began thrusting the nozzle more quickly and vigorously in and out of his opened bottom hole, remarking, "How do you like the way I'm fucking you with this sacred phallus, Dave?  Is it making you horny?"

 "God yes," he replied in a passionate gasp.  "Don't stop fucking me--I want to be filled with your hot enema love.  Ooh--I'm so full.  I can't believe that I've got more than two gallons of water inside my belly."  He moaned as the invasion continued, while Laura continued to caress his penis and his aroused nipples.  Meanwhile, Zeke was performing wicked analingus on Alice, kneeling behind her with his hand holding her fanny globes wide apart, while Doug performed the same service at Laura's large, plump rear.  Suddenly, Dave winced, groaning, "I'm so full--I don't think I can take anymore."  He pushed Laura's hands away to clutch at his hugely distended gut, belching and hiccuping in nausea from the overstuffed feeling of bloating he endured.

 "Just a little bit more, hon," Susie replied; the camera panned back to draw attention to the fact that the huge bag was nearly empty again.  She pushed the nozzle home, as deep as it would go, watching the last of the water drain into him, then closed the clamp.  "Will you help me get him to the toilet, Nurse Laura?" she asked.  They helped him up, Alice carrying the bag and holding the nozzle in his rear as they positioned him in a squat over the porcelain throne.  "Go ahead and pull his nozzle, Alice," she directed, taking his erection into her mouth as Laura seated him and began massaging his hugely expanded middle.  A huge fart erupted from Dave's gut as the massive purge began to issue from his rear, and a rictus of ambivalent ecstasy crossed his features as Susie began an exquisite blowjob.

 "Uh, uh, oh, oh, aah, omigod, gonna cum soon," Dave grunted, gasping as the steamy water left his behind while Laura pummelled his swollen abdomen and Susie continued her oral worship of his erection.  By this time, Doctor Doug had his penis inserted into Laura's exposed bottom, and he was pumping lustfully in and out of her while she continued her massage therapy on Dave's deflating middle, while Zeke and Laura were coupled dog-style on the floor in front of the group at the toilet, his fleshy spear ramming vigorously in and out of her athletic buns.  Laura continued pressing her hands hard against Dave's deflating middle as he screamed, "CUMMMIINNNNGGGGGG!!" and shot his semen down the swallowing reaches of Susie's throat, his guts continuing to cramp and gripe and fart as the rest of the water forced its way out of his body.  He slumped weakly against the toilet tank as Susie lovingly sucked him dry, while Laura backed herself and Doug away from the toilet, grasping her ankles with both hands as he continued to spear his erection in and out of her lush rear end.

 "I'd forgotten what a sweet ass you have, Laura," Doug commented as he sank his shaft in and out of her massively jiggling buns.  "It's so good to fuck you hard and deep when you're this aroused, and the outfit you're in is such a turnon."

 "Did you remember to put a condom on?" she inquired protectively.

 "I did that while you were in the bedroom--it's a ribbed model--can't you feel the difference in texture as I slide my dick in and out of your hungry asshole?"

 "A little bit--but most of what I feel is so marvelously full and stretched and excited because you do my butt so masterfully."  She wiggled her rear as he continued to spear in and out of her, then the scene shifted to Alice and Zeke.

 "You got a nice tight ass, baby," Zeke observed.  "I feel like I'm gonna come any minute."  He continued to slam his thick meat in and out of her narrow rear tunnel, causing her slender body to quiver with passion.

 "I love your dick up my butt.  Are you wearing a condom?"

 "Of course--we don't know each other's sexual history yet."  He grunted as he continued his assault on her bottom.

 "I think I'll dump my jock boyfriend and get an HIV test when Laura has hers.  I can't wait to feel you come up my butt and then piss into my bowels afterwards."

 "Oh God," he exclaimed, choking back a sob.  "My dead girlfriend used to love my piss enemas after I shot a load of jizz into her bowels."  He continued thrusting hard as she slammed her torso back to take every inch of his erection into her bottom.

 "Stand up so I can wipe you," Susie directed to Dave.  His exposed rear to the camera, he held his cheeks wide apart as she applied thick layers of bath tissue to his asscrack and began to soak up the moisture and filth still covering the orifice in between, wiping in larger and larger circles to cleanse his bespattered gluteii.  She then covered the same ground with a baby wipe, noted with approval that, "I can't smell anything on your butt now," and tossed the wipe in a wastebasket, while throwing the tissue in the toilet, closing the lid, and flushing.  "Now let's see how clean you are inside," she announced, snapping an exam glove on her right hand, dipping all five fingers into a jar of aloe vera cream, then insinuating the middle finger into his quivering tush.  She fingerfucked him sensuously for several minutes, until his renewed panting assured her he was once more erect.  Pulling the finger out, she noted, "It's still kind of brown, Dave.  I guess you probably need a soapy load deep inside you to finish cleaning you out."  Looking over at Laura and Doug, who were in the dog-style position with the doctor's penis still spearing lustfully in and out of the entrance to her bowels, she solicited, "Do you think that's a good idea, Nurse Laura?"

 "Absolutely, dear child.  There's a four-quart clear hospital bag with a double inflatable nozzle attached hanging in the bathroom equipment closet--a jug of liquid Castile soap is on the top shelf.  You should measure out an ounce of it--we don't want to give him really bad cramps on his first sudsy excursion."  She grunted as Doug continued pumping in and out of her plump buttocks.  "God, hon, you pack my pooper so nice--I want you to come now--fill that condom so I can drink your sperm out of it afterwards."  He slammed harder and harder into her, finally yelling in consummation as he shot his load deep into the rubber barrier that was buried inside her tightest hole.

 "Do you have to use soap?" Dave complained.  "I really don't feel like there's any more shit inside me."

 "Of course we have to use soap, in order to clean you out really well."  Sliding two fingers up his bung, she continued, "Besides, as sore as my rectum still is after the Viagra raid last night, I intend to seek my revenge by making your asshole sore from shitting out that soap tonight."  Taking his dick in her other hand, she added, "But I've got a treat for you later, darling.  After you release the soapy flusher and we rinse you out with a few quarts of clear warm water, I'm going to give you the rim job of your life."  She continued to fingerfuck his fanny until she had four fingers sliding sensuously in and out of his obscenely jutting rump, then pulled them out with a pop, rose, and directed, "Lie on your left side, with your legs apart," before walking to the bathroom closet to fetch the bag and soap for phase two of his treatment.

 Pouring an ounce of the soap in the bottle lid that doubled as a dosage cup, she ran warm water in the tub, filling the bag a quarter full with the clamp closed, then burping out the air and reclosing the clamp before adding the soap and filling the bag the rest of the way.  Turning off the water, she lubed the tip and inner balloon of the inflatable nozzle with aloe cream, then hung the bag on a towel bar about three feet above the spot where Dave lay on his left side.  "Now hold your fanny cheeks apart so I can get this inflatable nozzle inserted," she directed, squeezing his asscheeks affectionately before taking the retention device in her right hand.  "Take some deep breaths and relax as I get you hooked up."  Dave's trim teenaged belly expanded and contracted as he breathed deeply while Susie pushed the tip and deflated inner balloon into his rear, then he moaned as her hand took the inflator bulb and pumped the device to full inflation.  Tugging on it to make sure it was properly seated, she asked, "How does that feel inside you?"

 "Like I have a tennis ball up my ass.  Does this mean that I'll have to take the whole load before you let me go to the toilet?"  He looked up at her with a fearful expression in his eyes.

 "Yeah, hon--I'm going to fill you up, and make you take it all, and there's nothing you can do about it.  Ready?"  At his timorous nod, she opened the clamp; the water began to flow out the main hose, inflating the outer balloon in the process.  "Dave, if you start to feel too crampy, or get nauseous, tell me and I'll stop the flow to rub your tummy for a few minutes.  Okay?"

 "Sure, babe.  You know I trust you, but please be gentle--I'm a virgin to stuff like this."

 "You won't be a virgin to anything by the time this orgy is over," she promised, watching with avid eyes as the sudsy flusher continued to push its way into Dave's colon.  "Are you feeling cramps yet?" she inquired, as she watched his hands travel protectively to his middle, clutching his expanding gut as the bag neared the empty point.

 "Uhhh, ooohh, owie--damn that hurts.  I feel like I'm gonna burst."  He continued to clutch his paunch as he gasped at the cramps, sobbing in his agony.  "Can't you take it out of me now?  I feel like I'm going to be sick."

 "Just a little more," the zäftig blonde responded, noting that less than a pint of the abrasive purge was left in the bag.  "I'll give you a nice belly rub when this is all inside you."  She squeezed the bag gently to empty it into Dave's protesting middle, closed the clamp, and knelt at his side, massaging his abdomen as he sobbed and groaned with the pain and pressure that knifed through his guts like a foretaste of a sodden, disempowered death.  As her gentle hands began to stimulate his bile flow, he relaxed visibly, finally purring as she was able to knead his bloated stomach vigorously to circulate the soapy treatment throughout his colon.  "If you can hold this for five more minutes, I'll have a nice surprise for you while you're releasing your therapy."  She patted his soap-saturated paunch affectionately before rising to fetch something from Laura's bedroom.  When she returned, she carried a large vibrator with a flat plate attached to the tapered end.  "Squat over the toilet, Dave, and I'll deflate and remove your inflatable nozzle so you can get some relief."

 Dave moaned with relief as she deflated the nozzle and eased it out of his rear, then settled his buns on the toilet seat as a huge fart wracked his swollen gut, while she stroked his dick into renewed erection, then began running the plate attachment to the vibrator slowly up the right side of his abdomen, across the center, and then down the left, pressing more forcefully as the soapy purge and watery feces shot out of him explosively.  "My asshole's already getting sore," he whined, then gasped as she held the vibrator and plate against the base of his ascending colon, his dick purple as the glans swelled and he shot a massive burst of come against her exposed breasts.  "God, that feels heavenly," he replied when he regained his breath, belching as the soapy flusher continued to issue from his sore anus.  She bent to take his penis into her mouth, cleansing it of all traces of his semen with her warm tongue, and continuing until his semi-erect member returned to a state of obdurate firmness.  As soon as she was satisfied that his dick wasn't going to lie down for a while, she moved her mouth away and stood up.

 "Now, bend over in front of me so I can wipe your ass for you, hon," she directed, giving his prick an affectionate squeeze.  She repeated the routine with the toilet paper, then a baby wipe; once she'd flushed the toilet, she snapped another exam glove onto her right hand and reached between his legs to slide an aloe-coated "bird" finger up his bunghole.  Pumping it sensuously in and out of him for several minutes, she alternated her foreplay with periods of hooking the tip of her finger toward his belly, teasing and massaging his prostate to the point that precum wept furiously from the slit in his peter.  "Wait right here," she cautioned, crossing to the closet to get a hollow butt plug with a hose depending from its base, returned, and directed him to get on all fours, then eased it into his upthrust rear.  "I hope it's okay that I use that buttplug nozzle on Dave, Nurse Laura," she petitioned.

 "Absolutely, my dear.  It's sturdier than a inflatable nozzle, and gives an added dimension of fullness that a person's asshole just doesn't get from a inflatable nozzle balloon."  She was lifting Doug's used condom to her lips, and tipped it back to suck out the sperm he'd just ejaculated while wearing the condom inside her ass.  "Tasty stuff, Doug, but then, your come has always tasted pretty good to me.  While Susie's getting Dave ready for his next treatment, tell me, lover, how long it's been since a woman gave you a lavage of love."

 "Too long, hon.  Although I did date that other nurse for a few months, she was totally against erotic enemas; she saw no potential for kinky thrills from what she deemed as a rather distasteful medical practice.  Even though she did admit that she'd seen some of her male patients, and even the occasional female, get incredibly aroused while getting their bellies stuffed at the business end of a big nozzle, she just thought they were freaks who couldn't enjoy `normal' sex.  We did try a scene once, with her giving me an enema, but when I'd taken six quarts and shot my load all over her tits without either of us even touching my dick, she called me a freak and walked out.  The next morning she called to tell me she'd had it, that she'd come by in the evening to return some books and CDs I'd loaned her if I'd put her stuff in a bag and have it ready for her.  That was six months ago, and I've been too demoralized by the whole thing to even want to shoot the tube by myself."

 "Then I'll bet your system is full of poisons from not getting your colon completely empty."  She licked her lips lasciviously as she stroked Doug's penis.  "I'll be you'd really like to get a big nozzle up your ass and have your bowels bloated beyond recognition with my liquid love, wouldn't you, Doug?"  She patted his flat belly as she said this, asking, "Wouldn't it be fun to have this distended again?"

 "God yes, sweet Laura.  I need to experience hydraulic heaven at your hands again.  You have no idea how excited I was when you invited me over during Susie's emergency room call this afternoon.  When I showered before I came here, I was so excited in anticipation of what would be likely to happen tonight that I couldn't resist fingerfucking my asshole with a soapy finger once I'd lathered the rest of my body.  By the time I dried off from the shower, I had to take a huge dump, so at least my descending colon should be clear for your erotic therapy."  He dropped to all fours in front of her, spreading his buttcheeks as he begged, "Please do me now, Laura.  Fill my bowels with your liquid caress, and don't stop until I look like a balloon."  He began to run the middle finger of his right hand lustfully in and out of his own bung, breathing accelerating as he lost himself in this uninhibited display of self-sodomy.

 "Down, boy," Laura said, with a chuckle in her voice.  She pulled his hand away from his rear, wrenching the finger out of his anus with a pop.  Her act also caused Doug to cut loose with a huge fart, causing everyone to burst into laughter.  "This finger is coated with stool," she observed, slapping his ass sharply with an open hand, adding with a stern edge in her voice, "so I'll have to cleanse your colon very thoroughly with an extremely soapy enema before I can even think about giving you a love enema.  Dammit, Doug, how could you let your colon get to such an impacted state?  Aren't you aware of the danger you're running of developing appendicitis?"  The stern edge left her voice for a softer tone, one edged with sadness.  Gesturing to Susie, she requested, "Can you fill the six-quart bag with four ounces of Castile soap and water at about 108o F degrees, please?  I've got to prepare Doug's ass for this in a very special way.  Oh, and Susie, there's a drawer in the closet with more Inflatable nozzles and double Inflatable nozzles; we definitely want to use a double inflatable nozzle for Doug's treatment."  As the teenager broke away from her boyfriend to prepare the rigorous purge, Laura crossed to the medicine cabinet, dug out a big jar of Vicks, and returned to Doug's side.  Donning an exam glove in her right hand, she coated three fingers with the fiery grease, announcing, "J.C.'s response to St. Luke might be appropriate here, Doug: `Physician, heal thyself.'  But I can't promise this won't hurt, because it will."  She slid the middle finger smartly up his bung, causing him to shake with the sudden burning invasion, fingerfucking his anus vigorously for a few minutes before adding a second finger.  When she withdrew to add a third finger, she announced, "I know this is causing you much pain, but it's for your own good, dear.  You need this cleansing therapy deep inside you to break up the logjam of stool that's probably stretching your colon all out of shape.  Now tell me how much you both need and crave this treatment."  She began to jam her fingers rapidly and forcefully in and out of him, causing his rear to tremble with the force of her actions.
 

 "I need this big hot soapy enema deep in my guts, penetrating me to the point where I experience severe cramps and nausea, to the point where my whole bowel is on fire, because I've neglected my colonic hygiene over an ignorant woman who was unworthy of my affection.  I need to have my shit-impacted belly swollen with soapy therapy until I feel like I'm about to burst, to have my treatment locked inside me until I begin shaking with the pain and pressure, to have my innards stretched and tortured with your stern nurturance, sweet Nurse Laura.  I need a stringent clyster forced up my guts so badly I can almost taste the bile rising to my throat from the soap that will soon be invading me, filling me until I look a little pregnant and become a sobbing, whimmpering wreck, begging for sweet release from the agony which my belly is about to endure.  Please enema me high, hard, and hot before I get sick from the poison that has accumulated in my system."  By this point Doug was gasping and moaning, rotating his rear lewdly as he awaited the beginning of his invason; Laura removed her fingers from his ass and turned him onto his left side, legs slightly apart, then beckoned Susie to approach with the bag and attached double inflatable nozzle.

 "I have heard your earnest plea for deliverance, and will grant you release from your condition of auto-intoxication," she replied, a soothing tone coming into her voice.  "Now hold your buttocks wide apart so I can get this inflatable nozzle inserted into your rectum."  She coated the tip and inner balloon with K-Y, then began easing it into his behind, pumping the balloon to maximum inflation and checking the seat before asking Susie, "Can you grab the vibrator with the plate that you just used on Dave?  I think we'll have to stir up his insides while I administer his lavage--he really needs a thorough cleansing."  Susie positioned herself facing the doctor, smiling down at him as she noticed the look of apprehension in his eyes.  "It's time for your therapy, doctor," Laura announced.  "Try to relax as I start your flow."  She hung the bag on a hook high above his body, opened the clamp, and began kneading his buttocks as the soapy flusher began to run forcefully into his bowels.  "Susie, you can begin that vibrator massage on the left side of his belly, just above his crotch; that will help the solution flow into him more easily."  She continued kneading Doug's buns, occasionally slapping at them with her open hands.  "How are you doing, lover?  Is that soap hitting your nerve endings yet?"

 "God, yes.  It feels like my bowels are on fire already, but I know I've got a lot of poop inside my guts, so I'm trying to bear the crampiness the best way I can.  How much is inside me?"  He hiccupped, already nauseous from the rigorous cleansing he was enduring.

 "About a quart or so.  Susie, you'll need to move that vibrator so the middle of the plate is roughly aligned with Doug's navel.  And don't be afraid to press more forcefully into his tummy; if that soapy water is going to be effective in breaking that logjam of shit inside him, it'll require a vigorous external massage."  We heard a gasp from the soundtrack as Susie pushed the instrument forcefully against Doug's solar plexus, then a series of deep grunts as she continued her massage of his distending abdomen.  The doctor's penis, about half erect from the pressure on his prostate, was weeping preejaculate at a furious rate, causing Susie to reach down and lightly rub the glans teasingly, drawing a groan from him.  "That's the way, Susie; it'll take his mind off his agony and torment."

 Suddenly, Doug hiccupped sharply, then issued a series of retching noises from deep in his throat; Susie moved the vibrator plate to the right side of his midsection and pressed it firmly against his swollen paunch.  After a minute or two, his retching noises abated, and he remarked, "I seriously thought I was going to hurl up all the pizza and wine I consumed earlier, but Susie's developing an expert instinct with that massage attachment to your vibrator.  I wish we could use those in the hospital, but the board would never approve it.  Uhh, ooh, oww--getting too full."  He moaned and grunted, overtaken by the force of the invasion, causing Susie to begin running the vibrator plate in circles over the full expanse of his belly.  "How much is left in the bag?" he inquired.

 "Less than a quart," Laura replied.  She began massaging his back and buttocks, adding, "Take some deep breaths and try to relax a bit more; we'll soon have you topped off and you can change position and rest for a bit before you release this treatment."  She directed Susie to back off with the vibrator massage and began rubbing his upper belly with both hands, just above his navel.  "Does that help, sugar?"  She gazed tenderly into his eyes, which still misted over with tears from the extreme cramps he'd been enduring.  She moved closer, planting a tender kiss on his lips, then looked into his eyes again.

 "Yeah--it still hurts like a motherfucker, but I don't feel quite as close to death as I did."  He groaned as the last of the soapy treatment drained into his bowels, breathing a sigh of relief as a clicking noise indicated that the clamp had been closed against further infusion of the irritating substance.  He clutched his middle, moaning softly at the intense pain and pressure in his invaded bowels.  His face was red, and beads of sweat popped out of his skin from his breastbone to his forehead, all because of the fire he felt in his belly.  "I hope you weren't planning to make me retain this for a long time," he complained.  "It won't be very sexy if I can't get it up because the soap has burned my prostate, and I absolutely cannot be sick with crampy diarrhea for work tomorrow."  He clutched his belly, moaning softly as the abrasive fluid wreaked havoc in his bowels.

 "No, dear--I'm going to turn you on your back for a few minutes so I can give you a better belly rub, then I'll give you head while you're releasing the soapy flusher."  She patted his stomach gently, then turned him onto his back by one shoulder.  Straddling his face with her broad hips, she began to knead his swollen middle gently, her fingers caressing as the heels of her hands pressed various loci in his colon to dislodge any remaining pockets of gas trapped inside.  Her action caused him to moan audibly, and she looked up to observe Alice and Zeke watching with lustful expressions on their faces, then shot a glance over to the tub, where Susie had inserted the buttplug nozzle deep up Dave's behind and was filling him with three quarts of water and a quart of club soda.  Returning her gaze to Doug's suffering face, she instructed, "If you continue to breathe deeply, it'll help you endure the cramping and also make for an easier expulsion."  He managed a weak smile before beginning LaMaze style breathing, panting with the effort as she continued to massage his distended paunch.  Glancing over at Alice and Zeke, she suggested, "If you two are still trying to decide what kind of lavage action you want to do, could one of you run to my bedroom and get the nonlubricated condoms from the top drawer of my biggest dresser?"  As Alice loped away on this errand, she added, "Thanks, hon.  Zeke, is this going to be a new experience for you, too, or are you already one of the cognoscenti?"

 "I'm an initiate from way back, beginning with my relationship with my late girlfriend.  Once, she and I even did a four-way orgy with Susie's parents, when the kids were a lot younger.  But I haven't seen any action since my darling was wrenched away from me by that car accident."  The sob returned to his voice as he said this, and he turned away, causing Laura to shake her head in compassion.

 "I'm sorry, Zeke.  I know how painful it is for you.  But you've got to start the healing process sometime, and maybe if this works out with Alice it will help you on your way."  She turned to regard Doug, who was sobbing and whimpering, noting the shivering that had overtaken his body, and eased up on her massage of his inflated middle.  "I think I should get you on the toilet now, dear.  Sorry I got distracted."  She helped him to a sitting position, threw his right arm over her shoulder, and helped him to stand, then walk on shaky legs to the toilet.  Seating him in a squat over the seat, she deflated the inflatable nozzle and eased it out of his rear, then settled him as a huge fart wracked his gut and he began the explosive release he craved so desperately.  Squatting on her haunches between his widespread legs, she fondled his testicles lovingly, looking into his eyes with a lascivious expression in hers.  "I'm going to give you the best blowjob of your life, as soon as your dick gets hard."  As she continued to fondle his balls, his slumbering penis began to stir; when she noted this, she circled it with her fingers, pumping it to full erection as the soapy flusher continued to fart and blast and spatter from his bowels.  "Condom, Alice?" she asked.  When the coach handed her one, she unrolled it over Doug's eight-inch shaft, snugging it on to the base, then covered his glans with her mouth and began a worshipful oral caress of his erection.

 "God that's nice," the doctor moaned, bringing his hands to her shoulders to caress her neck and upper back tenderly.  "I'm so glad you invited me over, Laura--you always know what I need.  Your head technique has improved, if that's possible.  Oh my Lord, this feels wonderful--it's fantastic."  He began a steady groan of rising passion as Laura's head bobbed against his crotch, stimulating his genitals into overload, and we could hear the sounds of his bowels emptying slowing to a trickle, then a few small farts and sputters, then trailing off as he gave himself over to ecstasy, yelling passionately as he squirted his hot seed into the condom, his hips twitching and bucking involuntarily in his orgiastic possession.  "Oh baby--that was the best ever."  He caressed her head and the sides of her face, bringing her face up with his hands to meet in an open-mouthed kiss.  When they came up for air, Doug inquired, "Why did we let ourselves drift apart, hon?  I know I got kind of wrapped up in my work, but you should have been more aggressive about us being together.  I know I was neglectful, and I'm not trying to cast blame, but I'm starting to realize already how much I've missed the good times we've had together."  He drew her further into his arms, asking, "How's your colon tonight?  Has it seen any action since the disastrous date with Big Johnny Little last night?"

 "As a matter of fact, Alice and Susie and I spent the afternoon giving each other high colonics, then they fucked me with a big ejaculating dildo loaded with room temp egg whites, squeezed a bunch of air up my butt, and topped me off with several quarts, all through the dildo.  I'd love an enema from you sometime tonight, but right now, my ass is itching and burning and aching for another helping of your big dick.  Should we part company with Susie, Dave, Alice, and Zeke for a while and go see how much rubber we can burn on my big bed?"  She stroked his flaccid member as she said this, noting with a twinkle in her eyes that it was again coming to life.  "Damn, Doug,  you're almost as old as Susie's Uncle Zeke, and you just came no more than ten minutes ago.  I'm impressed, as before, by your staying power."  She hugged him hard, saying, "I'm ready whenever you are, unless you want to put on a really wild show for my four other guests."

 "Why not?  It might become a real orgy if we add non-enema action to the smorgasbord already in progress around us."  He returned her hug, palming her huge mammaries and squeezing them lovingly.  "Damn, but I missed your giant tits almost as much as I missed your big round butt."  He looked down, noting that her busy hand had stroked his dick back into shattering erection, and commented, "God but I want you, Laura.  You make me more consistently horny than any other woman I've ever been with.  I gotta fuck you--now!"  He took her hand, rising from the stool to wipe himself, but not before she grabbed a wad of paper and began to cleanse his rear tenderly.  "Amazing, sugar--even the way you wipe my ass makes me hot.  I wonder if it'd be a good idea for you to give me a couple of quarts of warm, clear water to rinse the soap out of my innards--that way, my erections will be firmer, and I can probably fuck you all night.  What do you say, sweetness?"

 "Can I lock it in you with a buttplug?" she inquired, with a lascivious grin on her face.

 "By all means--we might as well both feel full in our rear passages when I stick my dick back in its home, a home that's been sorely missed over the last couple of years.  God, I love your ass."  He drew her into his arms, sliding his hands down her back to clutch at the fleshy expanses of her nether cheeks, squeezing them vigorously as he pressed his rock-hard manhood against her center.  He spread her buns with both hands then, easing the thumb of his left hand into her tight sphincter, caused her to moan in arousal as he began pumping it obscenely in and out of her rectum.  She stood, relaxed almost to limpness in his embrace, her breath coming in throaty gasps as he prepared her darkest, tightest hole for the invasion by his raging love muscle.

 The scene shifted to Dave, bent over in front of Susie, rubbing his swollen belly as the last of the four-quart club soda enema flowed into his tingling bowels.  "Oh God," he purred, "my guts feel like they're being caressed by a gazillion teensy fingers.  Hon, this feels so good--I think I'm going to come without even getting any contact to my dick."  He groaned in delight, fingers pressing hard into his abdomen to try to spread the feeling further throughout his distended middle.  "God, it's so goooodddddd!  I've never felt anything like this before; I want it to last forever."  He gasped, breathing accelerated in his total possession by the bubbly fullness that shimmered through his intestines.    "Please, Susie, I'll do anything if you'll give me another quart of that club soda and more warm water as a chaser."  He stroked his tummy again, tears of ecstasy running down his face as sweat emerged from every pore of his body.

 "I'll top you off if you make me cum by licking my asshole," she replied, getting seriously into a dominant mode.  She turned him onto his back and perched her round ass over his face, farting once or twice from the pizza and wine before planting her anus over his mouth.  "Now lick me good if you want some more magic bubbles inside your bowels, darling."  He licked around the rim of her anus, then began to stab his tongue in and out of the tight ring of her sphincter like it was a miniature penis, her ass riding him hard as her arousal grew.  All the while, he rubbed his distended paunch and tried to keep from shooting a hot load of jism all over his swollen belly, whimpering and sobbing from his arousal as she writhed and bucked and humped in a massive chain of orgasms, finally farting loudly and long before lifting her ass from his face, rising, and running to the kitchen for another quart of club soda.

 When she returned, she filled a gallon pitcher with steaming warm water, poured half of it into his now-empty bag, added the new bottle of club soda, and topped the bag off with more water.  After opening the clamp, she wrapped eager fingers around his shatteringly hard cock as she announced, "Here it comes, baby--four more quarts of liquid love to delight your lustful tummy."  She massaged his middle while masturbating him slowly and sensually as the solution drained into his bowels, facing him in a kneeling position and looking lovingly into his eyes as she stimulated both his colon and his libido.

 He was moaning and panting with excitement, whimpering in arousal and mounting passion.  "God, baby, this feels wonderful.  I love the way you're loving on my tummy and my cock at the same time."  Purring like a kitten, he observed, "Even though the water is running into me fairly fast, my cramps are almost gone--the way my gut is being distended now feels soothing, not at all achey or crampy."  As she continued her caress of his centers, he said, "Keep that up and I'm gonna cum soon," panting and gasping as his pelvis began to buck involuntarily at the exquisite handjob she was giving him.

 "Go ahead--I'll tell you when to shoot, and I want you to shoot your cum clear across the room--try to make some of it land on Doug's ass while he's giving Laura the buttfuck of her life."  She speeded up her stroking, encouraging her boyfriend with a sexy purr in her voice that soon became an urgent, insistent invocation to stimulate his ejaculation.  "I want you to come now, baby, and you're going to come hard and long and furiously, with everything inside you--I don't want you holding anything back."  Her hand became a blur as the bag drained into his guts and their mutual passion grew into a loud exchange of gibbering and gasping and love words, until his seed ejected forcibly out of his dick, flying across the room in an arc to land against the crack of Doug's ass, causing the doctor to thrust hard and jet his seed into the condom he wore in his journey in and out of Laura's voluptuous ass.  Susie reached up and closed the clamp, then bent to take Dave's penis into her mouth and cleanse it of his ejaculate.

 From the other side of the bathroom, they heard Doug remark, in a fake English RP accent, "Good show, old chap--just what I needed to bring me rocks off in me sweetheart's asshole," followed by Laura's giggles.

 Meanwhile, Zeke, who was lying on his back in a soixante-neuf with Alice while retaining six quarts of steaming warm water and club soda, was grousing, "Nobody ever comes on my ass--I feel so neglected," causing the athletic cheerleading coach to titter merrily before she returned her attention to his penis.

 "Looks like we started a revolution," Susie remarked, kissing Dave as he drew her into his arms and they lay awhile in spent afterglow.  At this point, Trish shut off the VCR and TV, and announced, "That was sooo hot!  I'm going to put some music on if somebody will load the party bowl to my bong."  She bounced up from the floor, ample rear jiggling sensuously, and went to load CDs in her stereo.  When she returned, the zäftig brunette remarked, "We'll get into my magazine stash tomorrow; Rima's coming over to hang out with us, but be gentle with her, folks.  She can't do anything too strenuous because of her stitches, but I'm sure she'd welcome a rim job or cunnilingus or a conventional genital fuck if any of us are so inclined."

 "I doubt if any of us aren't inclined to want to show her affection and give her pleasure," Andrea put in.  "For my part I just want to hold her and love up on her and tell her how glad I am that she's on the road to recovery."  Sniffing back a tear, she noted, "When Trish and I saw her lying on the gurney on her way to the emergency room, she was so white I thought she was about to die.  And I couldn't take that--I really couldn't.  Not only is Rima my roommate and a great party animal, but she's my dearest friend."

 "I know what you mean, Andy," Karen said.  "Paul can tell you how on edge I've been over the last week, wondering if Rima was really going to recover from the trauma her body has suffered.  Then he reminded me about her adherence to Taoism and her martial arts training, and I remembered that RIma is a lot tougher than any of us give her credit for being."  She shook her head, blinking back a stubborn tear, and added, "But I think she'll appreciate a lot of TLC and limited sexual attention from all of us.  We don't want her to feel left out just because she can't indulge in her hunger for enemas and buttfucking right now."

 "For my part, I'd be very sad if Rima went into a depression over her current limitations," I remarked.  "I intend to give her the best rimjob and pussy-lapping and straight fuck she's ever had while she's over here tomorrow.  By the way, Trish and Andy, did she say why she wasn't joining us for the `shrooms and video today?"

 "She was still beat from the pain-killers they've been giving her, plus the forty-eight hour regimen of stool softeners the doctor put her on while she was being discharged," Trish noted.  "She was a little embarassed to show up over here toting a box of Depends.  By tomorrow noon, she'll be through that treatment, and will have a bit more mobility."  Wrapping us in a group hug, she offered, "We could all go lie down in my bed and do what comes naturally, or we could just hang out here until we come down and begin to drift off.  What do the rest of you want to do?"

 "Since your bed's not big enough for all four of us to cuddle comfortably, I think this is the best option," Karen opined.  "We've got a nice warm sleeping bag over us, lots of cushions and pillows to keep us comfy, and four big stoned heads that can think of all sorts of ways to entertain ourselves."  We all chuckled at this remark, and I drew her into my arms for a deep soul kiss before Trish shut out the living room lamps and joined us under the sleeping bag.

-5-

A knock at Tricia's front door awakened me some hours later; I stumbled bleary-eyed to check the spyhole just as Karen cut loose with a huge fart, sweet music to my ears because I knew her belly was already experiencing the turmoil of pregnancy, even at this early stage.  Looking out, I discovered Rima standing there, dressed in a sexy knit purple top that sank to reveal intense cleavage and ended four inches above her navel, with chartreuse hip-hugger slacks that ended four inches below her navel, making the surgery stitch on the left side of her abdomen visible.  Her face wore a fiendish grin, and she tapped her right foot impatiently until I opened the door and let her in.  "I think the rest of the gang are still asleep, sweetie."  I wrapped her in my arms for a loving hug, continuing, "Welcome back, Rima.  We've really missed you, and we're all glad you're on the road to recovery."

 "I've missed you folks, too.  I hope I can play a bit today; I'm not one hundred percent sure I'm fully recovered from that stool softener they prescribed for me."  She opened the big shoulder bag she carried to reveal a pile of Depends adult diapers stacked in the bottom, around makeup and other paraphernalia.  "Word of warning: if anyonebody hears me fart, they'll probably have to help me clean myself up.  Needless to say, my range of motion is somewhat restricted by the trauma to my colon."  Wrapping her arms around me again, she said, "But I am really horny; since I can tell your dick is getting hard whenever I hug you, how about a nice fuck before breakfast?"

 "I'd be happy to oblige."  We found a spot under the sleeping bag, she straddled my lap, her cunt sliding in slick heat over my reawakened erection, and we began to make slow sweet love as we giggled at the silly postures of our sleeping companions.  When we exploded in orgasm, Rima shrieked loud enough to wake everyone, causing Trish, Andy, and Karen to begin fondling her while we were still connected at the genitals.

 "I see Paul has given you a proper welcome back," Karen observed.  "Now I want to lick your butthole for you, hon."  She drew Rima into her arms for a deep soul kiss, disengaging her from our coupled position as Trish came over to position me on all fours.

 "The daddy-to-be gets to be the first person impregnified today," she announced, holding my asscheeks open for the inspection by the other women.  "Just look at that ass; isn't it crying out for a big enema now?"

 By this time, Karen and Rima were moving into a soixante-neuf position; just as the plump blonde had begun thrusting her tongue into the Eurasian beauty's anus, and the darker woman was about to return the favor by thrusting her pointed tongue into my pregnant lover's wide white ass, she erupted into a huge fart.  "That's some welcome back," Rima quipped.  "I think a big dildo nozzle and lots of water is the only way to relieve your expectant belly of all the gas you've got inside you.  Trish, maybe we can tag team these young lovers; you do have more than one dildo nozzle, don't you?"

 "Great idea; let's put `em in `little middle' corsets and give `em about six quarts of aphrodisiac-laced salt water each."  She wet the middle finger of her right hand with saliva and wormed it slowly into my backside, announcing, "We're gonna fuck the two of you with big dildos, then make you both a little bit pregnant looking before we're through.  And we're going to keep the dildos inside you until Andy has licked our assholes enough to make both of us come."  I moaned in absolute lust at this comment, and I looked over to note that Karen was purring like a kitten as Rima fingerfucked her ass.

 I spread my asscheeks apart, and begged, "Do me, Trish.  Fuck my dirty male cunt and make me burstingly pregnant with your sweet hydraulic love."  She responded by adding a finger, so that she had two fingers, lubricated only with her saliva, pumping in and out of my backside.  Within a few minutes, I couldn't take any further stimulation, and I exploded my seed all over the pillow under my belly, groaning in ecstasy as I did so.

 "Bad boy!" Trish exclaimed, wrenching her fingers out of my rear and slapping my fanny sharply.  "I guess I'll just have to lube your dildo with soap, so you'll really be about to burst when I make you a little pregnant."  Just then, Karen bucked and shivered in orgasm at the two barely-lubricated fingers Rima had thrust up her bung, causing Trish to remark, "Looks like soap is the lubricant of choice for Karen, too."  She took Rima's hand and they adjourned to the bathroom to prepare our first humiliation of the day.

 "You guys are in trouble," Andy said.  "But I'm going to surprise them; I'm going to make myself a sandwich with lots of hot horseradish on it.  When I begin licking their buttholes, they'll feel the horseradish."  Snickering, she loped to the kitchen to make her sandwich, coming back to consume it while we were bent over on all fours waiting to be penetrated and tormented.  As she ate the last bite of her sandwich, Andrea inquired, "Do you think they'll be surprised?"

 "Yeah, but I don't doubt but what they'll rape your ass with a big nozzle and some obnoxious additive, too," Karen cautioned.  "Maybe we should make a kitchen raid and hide the blackstrap molasses."  She got up and began searching through the cabinets; finding what she sought, she ran buck-naked out to her car, secreting the evil stuff under the driver's seat, then streaked back into the house to resume her submissive position on all fours, just before Rima and Trish returned with bulging bags of water with hoses attached to dildo nozzles.  These nozzles weren't the standard eight-inch, one and three-quarters inch diameter models but Rectum Wreckers like the one used on Laura in the video; they were eleven inches long and over two and a half inches in diameter.

 "I guess we're really fucked now," I quipped to Karen, who only rolled her eyes, her asscheeks shaking like jello in her dread of being opened up by these giant nozzles.

 "Damn right," Rima replied.  "We're gonna fuck you two so good you'll probably pass out by the time we're done with your dirty minor cunts."  She wore a latex exam glove on each hand, as did Tricia, and we watched in growing dread as they coated each hand with lather from a bucket of soapy water.  "I'm amazed at how much suds two ounces of Castile soap makes in a gallon of water; no wonder it burns so bad when it's forced into somebody's bowels."  She began a sensual massage of Karen's big behind, finally insinuating two fingers at once into her obscenely exposed sphincter, fucking her until the small entrance widened a bit, then pulled out and kept adding fingers until she was penetrating the blond woman's anus with four fingers.  Tricia performed the same service at my rear, causing my dick to awaken into erection; our panting and gasping caused the dark-haired exotic creature to inquire, "Trish, do you think they're open enough for these dildos now?"

 "For sure--let's fuck `em."  Karen, Andy, and I watched them rise to secure the dildo nozzles to their crotches and thighs with secure harnesses, then they came around behind us, pulling the medical rack on which the two bags were suspended.  "Now, Paula and Karen, you two sluts need to hold your bottoms open so we can have an easier time inserting our dicks into your nasty male cunts."  I spread my cheeks as wide as I could, my head resting on a pillow, as I saw Karen perform the same obscene offering with her wide buttocks.  I felt the tip of the dildo pushing inside me, opening me up further than I could have imagined, making the preejaculate weep from my stiff penis before I had an inch of the monster inside me.  I began to feel full, my bowel burning from the soap on the dildo nozzle, my rectum stretched beyond anything I'd ever felt before.  I felt the slap of Tricia's hands on my asscheeks, followed by her injunction, "Relax, so I can get this all the way inside you and give you the fucking you really deserve."  Taking a deep breath, I grunted as she pushed the instrument further into the entrance to my bowels, feeling my dick swell with the perverse arousal as she buried it inside me to the point where I felt her crinkly pubic hairs against my ass cheeks.  She began to stroke slowly in and out of me, causing my erection to throb and my anal tunnel to widen even further to accept the huge rubber phallus.  Before she'd even made a dozen in-and-out strokes, I felt a warm flush of ejaculation, moaning with pleasure.  "Oh, you came already, didn't you, slut?" she snarled.  "Now you're really gonna get fucked."  She began to slam the ersatz phallus in and out of me, making me sure she'd punch through my bowel and out my navel, bringing my prick back to erection as she yelled, "I'm gonna come now, and I won't stop until you're about three months pregnant."  I felt the beginnings of a different kind of pressure in my middle, starting to feel a pleasant fullness as the steaming warm salt water began to squirt deep inside me.

 I looked over at Karen, who was grunting with arousal and her own sense of fullness.  Her abdomen had begun to swell outward, it delicious downward curve increasing as the infusion began to bloat her colon.  I noted that my own belly was getting bigger, and I gasped in arousal at the huge nozzle sawing furiously in and out of my bootie hole.  "It's so good," I moaned lustfully.  "Don't ever stop fucking me with that fine rubber dick of yours, Trish.  My cock is on fire, my asshole is tingling with the stimulation, and my belly feels a little pregnant.  Thank you for giving me such a wonderful lesson in hydraulic sodomy."  I wiggled my ass sensually as she kept pounding in and out of me with the Rectum Wrecker, noting that Karen was doing the same thing, her middle inflated with about five of the six quarts her bag contained.  I belched at the fullness in my bowels, begging in a raspy voice, "Please don't pull out of me when you stop coming--I want to feel your big penis inside me for as long as it stays hard."  A few moments later, I heard a set of clicks that signalled the emptying of both bags.  I looked over at Karen to see that she was purring contentedly, big rump still swaying as Rima continued to slide her latex appendage in and out of her wide-open bunghole.  As Tricia continued to pack my pooper with her dildo, I began to gasp and pant, finally yelling as I exploded in a fiery burst of ejaculate, slumping so that my ass was the only thing raised above the pillow over which I was bent.

 "Andrea, be a dear and get us two pairs of those heavy latex spanking gloves.  When you get back with them, you can eat out our assholes until we come," Tricia directed.  Andy scampered away, returning in a few moments with the gloves, which Trish and Rima donned, beginning to paddle our fannies sensually as Andy started to lick their exposed tushes and alternate in her tongue-fucking of their anuses.  Within minutes, both women were writhing with arousal, although Trish complained, "I don't know what you ate, Andrea, but my bung is on fire."

 "Mine is kind of in pain, too," Rima seconded.  "If there's something spicy on your tongue, it isn't a good idea in my present injured state."  She writhed and moaned as she went over the edge into a shattering orgasm, joined a few seconds later by Trish.  As a pair, they loosened their crotch harnesses, fastening them brutally tight around Karen's and my hips and thighs, then rushed at Andy, holding her down to begin paddling her rear as Rima ordered, "Fess up, you little minx.  What did you eat while Trish and I were preparing that beautiful waterfuck for Karen and Paula?  Was it hot mustard?  Tabasco sauce?  Horseradish?  Come on--out with it.  You'll only make your punishment worse if you delay in answering."  She slapped the tiny redhead's ass furiously with the palm of her right hand.

 By this time, Andy's ass was bright red from the spanking, and she giggled through her tears, "I ate a deli roast beef sandwich with jalapeño jack cheese and hot horseradish sauce."  As they resumed their paddling of her sore ass, she added, "I only did it because I love you guys and want you to torment me.  Oh Rima, I've been so depressed ever since those bikers seized you at the orgy, and I haven't been able to sleep at night from worry.  Now that you're at least able to hang out with us, I want you to enact a punishment scenario on me, just so I know you still love me the way I love you."  She wiggled her well-spanked tush, asking, "Would it be appropriate, Trish and Rima, for me to reveal the full details of what I'd like you to do to me?"
 

 "By all means," Trish replied, wetting her right thumb to push it forcefully into the elfin redhead's sphincter.

 "You betcha, honeybuns.  I think hearing about it will be a major turnon for everyone."  Rima threw her arms around Andrea's waist, hugging her hard and tweaking her nipples.  "I love you, too, sugar.  I'm sorry you were so down during my convalescence, and I'll willingly take you to the edge--anything you want done to you--if it will reassure you how deeply I care about you."  She began to rub the smaller woman's clitoris while continuing her breast and nipple play with the other hand, while Trish continued to open the pixie's rear with the thumb and index finger of her right hand.  The sight of this troilism caused Karen and me to look at each other lasciviously, and we rolled into each other's arms, our genitals fitting together liquidly as we watched the scenario unfold.

 "Looks like our two mommies to be are getting aroused again," Andy noted.  "How long are you going to keep those loads inside them?"  She moaned in passion at the team assault on her erotic centers.

 "Until they beg us for release," Trish replied, withdrawing her thumb and index finger to add the third finger.  "Your asshole is opening up nicely, sugar.  Would you like a dildo or a nozzle in there sometime soon?"

 "Yeah, but only after I tell you my fantasy."  She squirmed in arousal, her neck and breasts and belly a deep red with her sex flush.
 

 "Well, don't keep us in suspense," Rima snarled, with a brutal edge to her voice.  "If you make us have to drag your fantasy out of you, we'll only prolong your punishment."

 "Sorry, but I do hope you'll prolong my punishment" she replied.  "First, I want you to tie me up, on my back with my thighs tied against my chest, on a rubber sheet here in the living room.  When you've got me in position, I want Rima to spank my ass brutally hard, a thousand licks on each cheek, with that leather paddle with the cutout holes on it."  She shivered from the intensity of her fantasy.  Continuing, she said, "Then I want you to seal a double inflatable nozzle in my rear, attached to a six-quart bag filled with 110o F water and four ounces of Castile soap; I will remain in my original position for this treatment.  But before you tie me up, I want you to call Joey and any other guys you can raise from that poet's biker club to come over and watch my humiliation and torment."  She shivered, her stomach and breasts heaving as she considered what she was asking.  "After you've drained the soapy treatment into my unworthy bowels, I want you to close the clamp, detach the bag and rinse it out, then fill it with six quarts of 65o F clear water, reattach the hose, and begin draining it into me, while pummelling my middle with the special vibrator and its sandpaper attachment."

 "Wow!" Karen remarked.  "You really do want to be tormented to within an inch of your life, don't you?"

 "Of course.  I even have a special outfit I want you to put me in.  It consists of a black PVC vinyl bra with nipple cutouts, black crotchless PVC vinyl panties, a black PVC vinyl open girdle--I purposely bought it three sizes too small--with six garters attached, and black PVC vinyl stockings.  Once you get me in this outfit, I have a pair of screw-down nipple clamps I want attached to my nipples, and once you're done spanking me, I want you to put about thirty sewing pins into each cheek of my ass.  That way, when I'm all topped off, I'll be in agony when our bros the biker poets begin to take turns fucking me."  She shivered again, her nipples stiff points of arousal in anticipation of the extreme torture she envisioned in her fantasy.  "Once our poet biker bros have all come in my pussy, which I don't anticipate taking more than an hour because my cunt will be so hot, wet, and tight from the compression in my bowels, I want you to spank my inflated belly with the same paddle as I walk slowly to the bathroom to release my gut-buster.  One of you can pull the pins out of my rear while somebody else is paddling my tummy, and I want a third party to loosen the clamps on my nipples and run a vibrator across them while I'm on the toilet."  As we rocked in each other's arms, nearing an explosive climax, we noted that Rima was hugging Andy hard while tweaking her nipples and reaching occasionally to her clitoris.  "And when I'm all cleaned out inside, but still crampy from the soap . . . " she stopped, gasping as a huge wave of ecstasy shot through her petite body.

 "And then?" Trish asked impatiently, sliding her thumb and two fingers out of the redhead's open bottom to add a third and continue her digital attack.

 "And then, I want you to take the girdle off me, after my asshole is wiped clean and freshly lubed, hang me upside down from the shower curtain rod or a high towel bar--whatever will bear my weight, and give me a huge high colonic while the four of you lick every square inch of my body.  So, Trish, we'll need the biggest bag you have, and the longest, thickest colon tube you have, with gallon jugs for plenty of extra water in reserve."  She bucked in orgasm yet again, humping forcefully against Tricia's hand, which had all but its pinkie buried inside the slender elf's fundament.  "And when I'm done with the colonic, I want you to attack me with the Magic Fingers attachments on at least two vibrators at once, ease the tube slowly out of my rear, and watch me explode in ecstasy when I release that gut-buster.  After you folks help me take a shower, I want to be tied up on all fours, dressed in a little middle corset, my pale blue PVC vinyl nipple cutout bra, garter belt, and crotchless panties, with my PVC vinyl stockings of the same color attached, my bright red fuck-me pumps with six-inch stilleto heels, with my hands bound behind my back, so all our biker friends can each take a turn up my ass."  She shivered in another orgasm as Rima held her tenderly, while Tricia fetched the cordless to begin calling the guest list.  Her last fantasy put Karen and me over the edge, and we screamed in consummation as I shot a huge load of cum inside her hungry snatch, collapsing in her arms as we continued to hold our soothing saline loads against the Rectum Wrecker dildo nozzles still buried in our stretched-open assholes.

 "Good thing I brought some fresh blank videotape," Rima observed.  "We don't want to miss a minute of what's going to happen."  She hugged Andy hard, purring love words into her ear.  "Precious one, I can tell how deeply you love and trust not just me, but all of us, by uttering such an extreme fantasy in this crowd.  We'll keep an eye out to make sure your fantasy doesn't become terminal, because it would be really sad if we lost your sunshine and didn't have you around to torment with our kinky sexual theatre."

 "There's one thing I'd add," Tricia observed.  "I think it would be a good idea if we put a triple-strength suppository and a Fleet enema up Andy's ass while we wait for the guys to arrive--we'll lock it in with a super-maxi tampon and pull it just as they start to show up.  That way, her descending colon will be relatively clear of stool and we can prolong her fantasy just the way she wants.  What do you think, Andrea?"

 "Do me--I can't wait for you to put my bowels in a turmoil."  As Trish pulled her fingers out of the diminutive redhead's ass, she held her cheeks wide open so Rima could begin her preliminary cleansing.

 Rima came over to see how Karen and I were holding out.  "Are you two about ready to release those loads?" she asked solicitously.  "Surely you must be getting cramps just from holding a gallon and a half of fluid each."  She knelt beside us, where we were still coupled, resting in our spent afterglow.

 "Probably a good idea," Karen replied.  "That way we can share a double-headed dildo between our butts when we're nice and clean inside."  I eased my dwindling erection out of her pussy, taking a minute to squeeze her soft ass cheeks before she stood up and wrapped Rima in a tender hug.  "Welcome back, beloved friend," she cooed, opening her mouth to meet the Eurasian beauty's in a deep soul kiss, squeezing her slender buns passionately.  "I can't wait until you're all healed, hon," she whispered breathily, "so I can put your ass at the receiving end of a nozzle, dildo, or colon tube again.  Even though the doctor has put you on stool softeners and bulk laxatives so you don't injure yourself trying to defecate before you're done healing, I'm sure that most of your colon will be impacted by the time your system has recovered fully."  She kissed Rima again, and Rima's hands went to cup and squeeze her wide, soft white asscheeks, separating them so she could push the base of the dildo nozzle against the blonde's rear.  "And when you do recover, I want to be the first to swell your middle to impossible proportions with a ringing high colonic; I'm gonna make you come so hard from my liquid therapy that you'll need an immediate nap before we can even continue filling your guts with our liquid love."

 "How about you, Paul?  Are you looking forward to invading my rear with toys and nozzles when I'm recovered?  Do you want to stick your big hard cock up my ass again, or has Karen spoiled you for women built on less heroic proportions?"

 "Oh, Rima, you know you'll always be a dear friend and a lifelong enema buddy.  Of course I want to invade your ass as soon as you're ready for action again.  In fact, when you're fully fit, I intend to pump about a gallon of water up your ass and plug it with my dick so you'll come twice as hard before I let you release the solution."  As I said this, I was stroking my penis, which was becoming stiff as granite from all this salacious talk.  I wrapped Rima and Karen in a group hug, my hands traveling to squeeze the cheeks of Rima's ass, as I remarked, "I can't wait to open this up again, and fill it so full you'll feel like you're gonna burst.  Please get well soon."  I ran the middle finger of my left hand lightly against her asshole, then lifted it to my nose and sniffed.  "Damn, woman, you need to wash your ass and put on another Depends; your hole is pretty stinky."

 "That's because Karen's hug and ass play made me fart.  This is how it's been ever since the doctor put me on that stool softener; I don't dare fart because I know I'm shitting my pants in the process."  Her face assumed a look of sadness, then she sniffed back a tear before resolving, "I'll be so damn glad when I'm back to normal and don't have to worry about embarassing accidents.  I just know the other nurses are going to give me a ration of shit next week about my presumed klismaphiliac excess."

 "No they won't," Karen corrected her.  "Andy and I have already warned the other nurses in our classes and our internship that if they give you any shit about your need to wear Depends or take stool softeners, we'll force them to take four quarts of Barium or Castile soap solution through a double inflatable nozzle.  Since none of them want to be preoccupied with crampy bowels while trying to perform their duties in the internship, or concentrate on lectures or tests in class, I think they'll be extremely careful about saying anything uncalled-for while you're in the process of healing.  Especially since they all know we'll lube the inflatable nozzle tips and inner balloons not with K-Y but with Vicks."  She hugged Rima hard, then suggested, "Let's get you into the bathroom and clean you up so we can all watch Trish get Andy prepared for her season of torture."

 Once inside the powder room, Karen bent Rima over the toilet, rubbing some nonastringent medical soap on her fingers, then gently insinuated the middle finger of her left hand into the slender woman's rectum, fucking her gently for a few minutes.  With a groan, Rima turned and plopped her rear on the toilet, an explosive fart erupting from her behind.  "Thanks for the help, Karen.  This way, I shit a little more than I might have, and it will be easier for you to clean me up after I'm done."  She grunted softly as more runny stool slid out of her, finally beaming as she dabbed at her anus with bath tissue, stood up, and announced, "It's time for a good cleaning, I guess."  Karen finished dabbing her bunghole dry with tissue, then ran a baby wipe carefully over her sphincter and buttocks, drying her again with tissue after she'd rubbed some aloe vera cream over the exotic brunette's vulnerable anal region.  Since I'd carried Rima's bag into the john with me, Karen removed a Depends undergarment, positioned it between Rima's spread legs, snugged it up over her tush and crotch, and fastened it securely.

 "You sure make a cute baby," I remarked, ducking just out of range before she had a chance to connect with a powerhouse right.  "Sorry, sweetness.  I just couldn't resist teasing you."  As I came back into range, she connected with the flat of her hand against the right cheek of my butt, with enough force that the blow really smarted.  "I deserved that," I said contritely, giggling afterwards because it make my dick all that much harder.

 "I'm going to pull that dildo out of your ass," Rima announced, "and I expect you to hold your enema and keep your penis erect while I straddle your lap and take you into my voracious cunt."  She looked into Karen's eyes, and found only approval.  "And I don't want you releasing your purge until I give you permission."

 I bent over in front of her, saying humbly, "I'll be most happy to retain the contents of my bowels until you can get your sweet pussy around my pecker and have decided you're good and ready to let me evacuate the hot load I'm holding."  I heard a series of snapping sounds as she undid the straps, then began easing the fake phallus out of my rear.

 "Hold your cheeks together as you move to the toilet; I don't want you making a mess in here," Rima ordered.  Once I was seated, my belly cramping from the six quarts I'd been retaining for well over an hour, she straddled my lap and eased her slick vagina over my shaft, sinking all the way down on me.  "This feels heavenly," she gasped, rising slowly to sink down quickly, repeating this action for a few dozen strokes before she purred, "you may release now."  I relaxed my sphincter and let the water shoot explosively from my bung as she began to slide up and down on my prick with increasing speed and fury.  It only took a few minutes for her to writhe and gasp in her first climax, and her suctioning vaginal muscles squeezed me tight, making my shaft swell even harder.  "God I've missed this," she muttered, quickening her pace because she was about to hit a second come, and this time I was ready; I grabbed her hips and helped her speed her frantic pace of coupling, my lips traveling to lick and bite her nipples as she threw her head back in unabashed pleasure.

 "Keep that up and I'm gonna cum, too," I panted.  She just looked into my eyes and whispered, "Come with me, sweet boy/girl thing."  Humping furiously up and down on me, she began a slow wail, her vaginal muscles snapping around my manhood to the point that I could hold back no longer.  With a bellow, I felt the burning sweetness in my belly and in my groin, and I shot several long powerful bursts, filling her center with my semen to the point that it ran down over my thighs before she'd stopped bucking in a multiple orgasm that left her face, neck, breasts, and belly flushed, and left us both bathed in sweat.

 "What a sexy show!" Karen observed, her right hand still busy in her crotch as she worked to another orgasm herself.  Rima stood, my manhood plopping out of her steamy center, then directed me to stand, where she lovingly dried my anal region, cleansed me with a baby wipe, and patted powder in the crack of my ass.

 "Your turn, Karen," Rima announced.  Once my blonde goddess was bent over in front of her, she loosened the harness straps and began to ease the Rectum Wrecker from her behind, then directed, "Hold your cheeks together until you get to the toilet, and don't release until I give you the word.  I'm gonna eat you until you come again."  Once Karen was seated on the stool, Rima dropped to her knees, using the blonde's huge breasts as handholds, and buried her face in the zäftig woman's crotch, causing her to moan and writhe from her expert cunnilingus.  After Karen had come three or four times, Rima looked up at her, and said breathily, "You may release now, sweetie-pie."  A huge fart resounded in the bathroom, followed by the spattering explosion of my main squeeze's expulsion, Rima resuming her wicked tongue work at Karen's vagina.  It was too hot for words, so I lay on the floor behind Rima and jacked my awakening dick against her quivering asscheeks, drenching her behind with my sperm as she ate Karen to three more orgasms.  "That's so good, Paul--I'm glad you decided to jack off on my butt.  Now I can fantasize about you coming inside my butt until my body can handle that again."  She assisted Karen in wiping, and sent us both into the shower with hand smacks on our asses, just as Tricia brought Andy into the bathroom to prepare her for her prolonged humiliation.

 "I guess we'll wait to get Andy ready until Karen and Paul can watch; I know they'd be disappointed to miss it," Trish remarked.  She put Andrea on all fours near the toilet, adding, "But you can start the show by fingerfucking your own asshole, letting us know just how bad you want us to torment your slutty little carcass."  We could hear this monologue as we scrubbed and rinsed each other in the shower, finally coming together in a sensual hug before shutting off the taps and stepping out to grab thick towels.

 By this time, Andy was working three fingers into her loosened asshole, practically shouting in her excitement, "Gonna get my fanny fucked and my belly packed; gonna get my nipples pinched and my asscheeks spanked--coming--coming--CUMMMMIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!" in a scream that we were sure was overheard by everyone in the neighborhood.  As we dried off, Tricia gently pulled Andrea's right hand away from her bottom, cleansing it with a baby wipe before snapping on a rubber glove to deliver some serious lubrication to the elfin redhead's opened sphincter.
 

 "I can tell you need this series of deep humiliations your body is about to endure, Andy," Trish observed.  "Despite the soapy enema and colonics yesterday, your fingers were still shitty when I pulled them out of your little poo-hole.  I can't believe how full of shit you still are."

 "I have been feeling a bit icky this morning, in a way not explainable by the aftermath of a massive dose of mushrooms.  Maybe I'm getting my period."

 "I'm going to take your temperature before I give you the Fleet enema and suppository treatment.  If you're running over a degree of fever, it might be best to postpone the punishment scenario until a later date."  Tricia put a protective sleeve on her rectal thermometer, rubbed K-Y onto it, and slid it up Andy's petite but curvaceous little moon.  She patted the smaller woman's rear, occasionally giving it a sharp slap to remind her that she was still being punished for eating Rima's asshole with a spicy mouth.

 "I hope I'm not running a fever; I'm so looking forward to some extreme punishment and humiliation.  I crave being ravished by nozzles, lots of water, hands, confining lingerie, dildos, penises, nipple clamps, and everything else I can think of."  She squirmed in her intense arousal, her asscheeks rotating lewdly in her bestial pose on the bathroom floor.

 "Damn, Trish, it looks like she really has her heart set on that punishment scenario she outlined to us," Rima noted.  "I have a feeling she really will get sick if we disappoint her."  She got on all fours to Andrea's left, putting her right arm around the smaller woman's waist and caressing her belly as she squirmed in depraved sexual need, her hand traveling to cup Andy's vulva as Trish prepared to examine the thermometer.

 "Good news--her temp is only 99.4o F.  That means that your ass and belly and boobs and pussy are gonna meet their doom--starting right now."  Pulling the cover off the thermometer, she laid it aside, donned an exam glove, and pushed a triple-strength suppository deep up Andy's open anus, wiggling her finger inside for a few moments to make sure that it wasn't going to pop out easily.  She then took a Fleet enema out of its box, removed the protective cover, and inserted the tip into Andy's booty hole.  "Here comes Mr. Fleet to stir up those troubled guts," she remarked in a gleeful voice, as she slowly squeezed the irritating fluid home.  Holding the crumpled plastic bottle against her patient's rear, she nodded to Rima, who took a super-maxi tampon out of its wrapper and lubed the absorbent tip with K-Y, then traded it for the spent Fleet bottle that Trish handed her.  "And here's some insurance that you won't shit until we give you permission."  Tricia slid the device into Andrea's opened bottom hole, pushing on the applicator to deliver its absorbent plug, then removed the applicator and tossed it into the garbage.  Wiping Andy's rear with another baby wipe, she ordered, "Stand up so we can get you properly dressed before the gang arrives."

 Andy grunted to don the black PVC crotchless panties, then Rima assisted her with the bra; the fit of both garments hugged her like a second skin, and the petite redhead's nipples stuck out proudly from the cutouts in the bra cups.  Trish and Rima both took a hand in pulling the excruciatingly tight PVC girdle up her thighs and snugging it up so the top ended about four inches above her navel, while the bottom ended just above her crotch.  Settling her on the toilet seat, they pulled the PVC stockings up her legs, fastened the garters to the stocking tops, and adjusted the tit clamps painfully tight on her erect nipples.  "Damn but you look good in that outfit," Trish whistled.  "If the guys don't get here soon, I'm going to have to grow a dick and fuck you myself."  Taking Rima by the hand, they went to Trish's bedroom for the rest of the paraphernalia with which to enact Andrea's kinky fantasy.

 We followed them, taking the eighteen-inch long, two-inch thick double dong out of one of Tricia's dressers.  Lubing both ends with cold cream, we sat facing each other on the floor.  I laid back and pulled my legs against my chest, and Karen began easing one end of the dildo into my rear; once she'd buried it about six inches, she scooted her plump fanny towards mine, and I sat up while she held her legs against her shoulders.  I eased the dildo's other end into her hungry bunghole, pushing until it was well inside her.  She dropped her legs to rest them over mine, then we both sat up, our hands traveling to caress each other's genitals.  Andy came over and squatted beside us, presenting us with a delectable view of her trim but rounded fanny.  "Do you think any of our biker buddies will want to plumb all my holes when I'm displaying my public humiliation?" she inquired salaciously.

 "Damn, girl friend," Karen replied.  "You look so hot I'd like to shove a big dildo up your ass while you're still fighting the Fleet enema and suppository."  She squeezed Andea's sweet nether cheeks as she said this.
 

 "And I want to fuck your pussy while Karen's rooting around in your smelly little asshole," I observed.

 "Great idea," Rima said, fetching a thrusting vibrator, lubing it with cold cream, and handing it to Karen.  "Might as well stir up that stuff in her guts a little more so she'll have a better expulsion before we begin the punishment enemas."

 Andrea straddled my crotch, taking care not to dislodge the double dildo lodged in Karen's and my bottoms, and lowered her cunt over my throbbing erection.  Once I felt her crinkly pubic hairs against my crotch, she leaned forward, rubbing her erect nipples against my chest.  I saw Karen pushing the head of the thrusting vibrator into her ass, pushing the tampon all the way inside her bowels, then heard Andrea's gasp of passion as the blonde woman turned the power on to high.  "I'm getting the camcorder set up now," I heard Trish remark.  "This has got to be the kinkiest three-way fuck I've seen here yet."  Somehow we found our rhythm within just minutes, and I heard Andy grunt as the vibrator stirred up the contents of her troubled bowels.  Meanwhile, Rima had come over to place a clitoral massager at Karen's crotch, and I felt my end of the dildo humping more furiously into my open behind as my blonde goddess's excitement grew.  Andy grunted with her passion, screaming our names in a drawn-out orgasm before Karen had been nailing her ass with the thrusting vibrator for more than three minutes; we followed her almost simultaneously, Karen thrashing from Rima's action with the massager on her clit in such a way as to drive my end of the dildo even deeper up my ass, causing my penis to erupt and send scalding jets of semen deep into Andrea's womb.  We slumped against each other, breathing hoarsely, until Rima and Trish helped Andy up, my dick and Karen's vibrator pulling out of her holes with popping noises, then helped her into the bathroom until it was time to release her suppository and abrasive purge and get cleaned up for her performance.

 After wiping our bungs, and the double dong, with facial tissue, Karen and I dressed in short lounging robes that Trish had laid aside for us, went out to the living room, and were just in time to answer the door when the bell rang.  Ten guys from the club showed up, including Joey, who was hobbling on his crutches.  We let them in, and Karen informed them it would be a few minutes until Andrea was ready for her public humiliation.  We called back to Rima and Trish, who said they were having Andy release her Fleet enema and suppository, and that they'd have her out in the living room as soon as her rear was wiped and relubed for her treatment.  Joey loaded a bowl, took a big hit, and passed it to us, and we soon saw other bowls appearing, getting comfortably numb by the time Tricia and Rima led Andrea out on a leash attached to a black PVC collar around her neck.

 "Okay, Slave Andy, tell the guys what you did to earn the humiliating punishment you're about to receive," Rima ordered, punctuating her command with a sharp slap to Andrea's buttocks with the aforementioned leather paddle.

 "Knowing full well how sensitive Rima's colon and rectum are while she's convalescing, I deliberately ate a roast beef sandwich with pepper jack cheese and hot horseradish on it before I ate out her asshole."  She hung her head in contrition as Rima and Trish placed her on her back on the rubber sheet, tied her hands at her waist, and pulled her legs back against her shoulders to tie them securely.

 Then Trish and Rima took turns giving powerful swats to Andy's exposed bottom with the heavy leather cutout paddle, each one resting after one hundred strokes, until they'd delivered a thousand to each cheek.  By this time, the petite elf's rear was purple with bruises, and she hiccupped and cried in spite of the fact that she'd requested this ordeal.  Once they'd laid aside the paddle, they soaked her cheeks with rubbing alcohol, causing her to scream at the fiery treatment, and began pushing pins into her quivering asscheeks, until there were thirty on each side of her anal cleft.  She looked, literally, like a human porcupine.  Then they wheeled the IV stand out from the bathroom, a sudsy opentop six-quart bag with steam rising from it suspended on the crossbar, its hose connected to aforesaid double inflatable nozzle.  On a shelf below the crossbar sat two one gallon pitchers of cold water.

 "Andy's been feeling all icky and out of sorts," Rima explained, "so we decided the best thing to bring her back to health was a nice big hot soapy enema."  She lubed the tip and innner balloon and eased them into Andy's open behind until they were properly seated, then pumped the inflator bulb so the inner balloon swelled to maximum size in her ass.  "Now just relax and this shouldn't hurt a bit, Andy--at least no more than the average world war."  She opened the clamp and watched the level of the bag drain slowly into Andy's upturned rear, occasionally reaching over to squeeze her belly to work the water deeper into her protesting innards.  The elfin redhead's round behind, pierced with sixty needles, looked vulnerable in its exposed position. and we could see her tightly encased abdomen working as the stinging solution flowed into her.  When the bag was one-third empty, Rima closed the clamp, and she and Trish extracted five of the needles from each side of Andy's ass, causing trickles of blood to flow down onto the black rubber sheet.  "How are you doing, sweetheart?" Rima inquired.

 "I'm a little crampy, but I want to tough this out.  Can you untie my hands so I can touch myself?  It'll help take my mind off the agony still to come."  She gulped in her breath as a cramp shot through her.

 "I've got a better idea," Rima replied, and Trish held up one of the big stroking vibrators she and Andy had introduced to us the night of the first produce party.  When Rima opened the clamp again, Trish began running it against the swollen lips of Andy's vagina, occasionally flicking it against her engorged clitoris, to the point that the petite woman bucked and writhed with an uncountable series of orgasms as the next two quarts of soapy flusher thundered into her protesting colon.  Again, there was a pause after quart four, when Rima eased five of the needles out of Andrea's left asscheek and Tricia took five out of the right one.  Seconds after Rima reopened the clamp to let the last two quarts of hot `n soapy flow into the woman's expanding belly, Trish took one of the gallon pitchers and began to pour its contents slowly into the bag, not stopping until it was nearly full.

 Once the bag was again at two-thirds full, with, presumably, all the hot soapy water drained into the redhead's constricted abdomen, Rima stopped the flow so she and Trish could remove more needles from Andy's tortured behind.  At this point, Trish also topped off the bag one last time. I was standing with Karen in front of me, her soft ass pressed against my crotch through the robes we both wore, and my erection was raging at the sight of Andrea's torment.  Karen, noticing my state of excitement, squirmed her buns lewdly against my crotch, while we both gasped in arousal.  As I looked at the assembled crowd, I noted Joey watching us, seated on a recliner with his injured leg propped up on a kitchen chair; his face bore a dreamy smile, part lust, part appreciation, both of the spectacle of Andrea's torture and of Karen and my surreptitious foreplay.  I shot him a thumbs up sign that everything was cool.  Bringing my mouth to Karen's left ear, I whispered, "Joey looks like he's in hog heaven, doesn't he?"

 "Yeah," she whispered.  "Maybe we should invite him to have a three-way with us.  Would that be cool with you?"  She squirmed her sweet, soft fanny cheeks against my raging hardon as she asked this question.

 "Oh yeah--he strikes me as a nice guy.  But what about logistics?  Isn't that bum leg going to be a problem for him?"

 "I'm envisioning straddling him with my pussy while you take my ass from behind.  Is that okay for you?"

 "Oh yeah--I'll take your ass any way I can get it."

 "I thought so," she giggled, rotating her rump lewdly against my aching dick.

 By this point, Andrea was holding ten quarts of water inside her bursting belly; only five needles remained in each cheek of her ravaged rear.  She began to gasp from the crampy fullness as much as from arousal when Tricia relented and slid the thrusting vibrator deep inside her sopping vagina, quickly triggering an explosive climax as Rima opened the clamp to let the last two quarts of chilly water flow into her protesting bowels.  When the bag was empty, Rima closed the clamps on both bag hose and inflatable nozzle lead, detached the bag hose from the inflatable nozzle lead, and wheeled the stand out of the way.  Kneeling to rub Andy's abdomen gently, she inquired, "How are you doing, little sugar?"

 "My tummy feels like it will explode, my ass is on fire, but I'm sooo horny!!"  She winced as Rima and Tricia pulled the last of the pins from her purple buttocks.  They untied her hands, which immediately went to her swollen stomach to rub away the cramps that shot like jagged pieces of glass through her system; through her tears and panting, Andy begged, "I need some hard dicks in my cunt--NOW!!"  She placed her right hand at her mound and began frigging her clit with an insane passion.

 "You heard her, guys," Rima announced.  "Come and get it while it's hot."

 First off was Joey, who limped over on his crutches, sat down on the rubber sheet, and pulled down his jeans; two of his bros lifted Andy so that she was positioned sideways over his crotch, her hot box positioned over his dick, and let her slide down onto his hairy pogo stick.  Since she had her hands free, she was able to push herself up and down on his dick, with his assistance, until they both yelled and bucked; we could see his sperm running out of her pussy and coating Joey's belly.  His bros lifted her up and put her on her original position on her back, helped Joey get up, and he hobbled away, his pants still down around his ankles.  He came over to join us, his eight-inch dick still slimy with their combined sex juices.  "Damn--that girl is hot as a two-dollar pistol," he observed.  "When she slid down on my peter for the first time, her juices actually burned; I don't think I've ever come so fast in my life."  He grinned at us, taking his bowl out to load and light before passing it to us.

 "You folks looked like you were having fun," Karen commented.  "Paul and I were talking about us having a three-way before the day's festivities are over.  Are you game?"

 "Sure--but I'll need time to rest up; I swear little Andy drained all the come out of my balls."  He gave Karen a brotherly kiss on the cheek.  "I hear Paul here has gotten you knocked up.  Is that what you want, Karen-poo?"

 "Oh yeah--we're in love.  And the hottest part is that Paul's going to endure some of the same body changes I'll endure throughout my pregnancy.  He'll be getting some of the biggest enemas of his life as my belly swells near to term."

 "Cool--you'll have to invite me over to watch when you're about seven months along."  He choked on a greedy hit of pot, handed me the bowl, and admonished, "You'd better treat this lady good, or me and the rest of the bros will have to sit you down and explain the facts of life to you."  He smiled as he said this, although there was a bit of an edge to his voice.

 "Relax, Joey.  I'm as deeply committed to Karen as she is to me.  I really didn't think I'd find love when I moved down here a few months ago, but it seems that it has found me, and I don't want to do anything to lose that."  I threw an arm companionably around his shoulder.  "If you can bear to miss some of this gangbang action, why don't you grab a quick shower so you'll be ready to play with me and Karen before Andy gets to release this soapy gut-buster?"

 "Good idea--as much as Andy juiced all over me, I must smell like a giant twat."

 "That's the general idea," Karen intoned dryly.

 By this time, Andrea was on her fourth dick, a twelve-inch long, three-inch thick redwood of an organ belonging to a club member named Moose, a six-feet-seven, two hundred-ninety pound teddy bear of a man whose size belied his gentle nature and intelligence.  Moose lay on his back, with Andy impaled on his weapon, and every few strokes he spun her so that he could see her ass and back as he pulled her body up and down on him, then spun her back so that they were face to face.  I could tell Andrea was getting off on this; once she cocked her head to look toward Karen and me, and I could see this beatific smile on her face, her whole body drenched in sweat.  After ten minutes of this action, Moose gave a mighty bellow and his body stiffened; in a moment, we could see a copious load of gism oozing out of Andrea's stretched pussy lips.  The giant man lifted her gently off his lap and laid her down on her back, rising to sit back down on the couch, the tip of his semi-erect penis still dripping.  "Damn but she's a tight, hot fuck!" he exclaimed.  "It was all I could do to last as long as I could."

 By the time Joey had returned from his shower, Alfie, contender number nine with a seven-inch dick as thick as Moose's, was fucking Andrea in the missionary position.  We could hear their combined grunts as he slammed his thick meat in and out of her tightly compressed vaginal walls.  "Doesn't your stomach hurt?" he asked her superfluously.  "The girdle you're wearing looks as if it's about to burst."

 "My cramps are really intense, and I am feeling pretty full, but this is the fantasy I expressed after I burned Rima's asshole with my mouth earlier today.  Actually, in spite of the cramps, I'm having a great time," she answered.  "Your crotch and pubic hair against my sore ass are an added turnon."  He began to manipulate her breasts as he pumped in and out of her, causing her to gasp, "Ooh--between your hands and the clamps, my tits are on fire.  No--don't stop squeezing my boobies."

 At this point, Joey was lying on the floor, his shattering erection pointing straight up.  Karen slid out of her robe, thrust two fingers into her dripping vagina, then slid them into her hungry asshole.  Facing Joey, she straddled him and lowered her slit over his love muscle, taking him in all the way on her first stroke, then spread the cheeks of her bounteous fanny so I could get behind her and spear her bowels.  We began moving like a well-oiled machine, furious and frantic in our desire to get off before the next stage of Andrea's humiliation.  Alas, Karen rewarded us by the tight heat of her two holes; we hadn't been coupled for five minutes when we both filled her body with our loads, slumping to hold one another affectionately as we heard Andy's screams and gasps, punctuated by the guttural grunts of the tenth man in the line.  Once I'd pulled out of her ass, Karen levered herself up off Joey's crotch, then we helped him up, supporting him with an arm around either shoulder, and watched as Trish and Rima untied Andrea and helped her to her feet.

 "How ya doing, honey?" Rima inquired.  "Are you about a fucked-out mess or what?  And are you ready to let go of that belly-buster yet?"

 "God--I'm so turned on, still.  And yes, I'm pretty nauseous from all that soap in my system."  She belched painfully as Rima brought the paddle against her distended middle.  "OOH--UGGHHH--ERRR--OWIE--my guts are on fire," she complained, then yelped as Trish loosened the clamp on her left nipple, pinching it with thumb and forefinger to restore circulation.  Trish supported her in her arms as Rima began paddling her swollen tummy in earnest, loosening the clamp on the right nipple, which caused another yelp.  Karen, Joey, and I followed them into the john, noticing that Andy was writhing in orgasm throughout her tormented slow march.  The other bikers crowded around the doorway to watch Rima deflate the inflatable nozzle and ease it out of Andrea's rear, while Trish returned to the living room to retrieve the vibrator and grab a box of attachments from her bedroom.

 An explosive fart echoed through the room, setting the air reeking.  "Oh God--I think my belly's gonna explode," Andrea whimpered.  Another fart resounded, then the sound of the soapy water and diluted feces rang in the air; alarming gurgles and rumbles emanated from the petite redhead's stretched belly.  Trish began running the Magic Fingers attachment on the vibrator over Andrea's visibly swollen gut, the tight black PVC girdle drenched with the sweat that dripped off the elfin woman's chest and face.  "I'm gonna need lots and lots of clear warm water forced inside my tummy when you guys hang me upside down for my colonic," she declared.  "I think I've even got soapsuds in my stomach, and I still feel like I'm gonna puke."  She retched, bringing a hand to her mouth in an effort to forestall vomiting, causing Rima to fetch a bucket and place it on her lap.  "Thanks, hon."  She buried her face in the bucket and retched continuously as more of the severe purge left her behind.  Finally, she lifted her head, her eyes swollen and red with the tears of her suffering, her mouth covered with the evidence of her nausea.  Trish ceased her vibrator attack on Andy's middle, took the bucket and set it aside, and returned with a box of baby wipes to clean the petite redhead's face and wipe the sweat off her neck and chest and upper abdomen.  As her emptying slowed to a trickle, Andy begged, "Trish, I need to come some more so the convulsions will force the last of this purge out of my innards.  Could you . . . " as Tricia removed the attachment from the vibrator and began to run it against her glistening vulva and clitoris.  "CUMMINGG!" she screamed, bucking hard and breathing noisily as the last of the soapy water made its exit from her rear.  She slumped wearily in Rima's arms before the Eurasian beauty and Tricia helped her up, scrubbed her behind with bath tissue, and wiped her clean with baby wipes.

 They helped her in removing her PVC garments, seating her on another rubber sheet conveniently spread on the bathroom floor for this operation, first sensually easing the stockings down off her legs, which she took and folded after the other two women had them off her.  Then she raised her arms so Rima and Trish could ease the bra off her; she folded this neatly as well.  Then they stood her up and rolled the girdle down off her middle and over her hips, allowing her to step out of it once they had it past her knees.  Finally, they eased the panties down her crotch and over her knees so she could step out of them.  Then they presented her to the assembled crowd, her body showing patches of red from the compression and chafing of the PVC undergarments, her ass still a deep red from the paddling and puncturing it had endured, and her normally flat abdomen still bulging slightly from the gas induced by the soap in her enema and the traces of water she hadn't been able to expel.  They assisted her into the shower to scrub her down and prepare her for the next round.

-6-

When they had Andrea dried off, Tricia and Rima fastened heavy leather cuffs around her thighs and ankles, secured the ankle cuffs to the reinforced shower curtain rod with steel carabiners while two of the guys held Andrea in position, then ran chains from the thigh cuffs to heavy eyebolts secured to the wall outside the shower.  "Are you comfortable, darling?" Rima asked.

 "Well, as comfortable as I can be, considering that the blood is rushing to my head."  She surveyed the crowd, a lustful smile on her upside-down face.  "Let's give `em a show, Rima honey," she remarked.  "Go ahead and enema me until I blow up like a balloon."

 "That's the spirit," Rima replied.  She opened the tub taps and ran the water at slightly warmer than body temperature--about 102o F--filled a ten-quart bag and burped the air out of the main line, and attached one of the notorious five foot 50FR colon tubes to the bottom of the bag hose.  Placing her mouth against Andy's vulva, she began to perform cunnilingus while lubing her anus with K-Y, then eased the business end of the tube about eight inches into her rear.  "Here comes your rinse cycle," she announced, opening the clamp to let the water flow into the pixie's belly.  Meanwhile, Trish was filling three of the gallon pitchers with water a few degrees warmer from the bathtub taps; she stationed herself inside the shower with the pitchers near at hand, ready to add water as soon as the bag emptied enough.

 We all watched with growing arousal as Rima continued to lap at Andy's genitals, seeing the petite woman's gut begin to puff outward.  Within minutes, the bag was half full, and Tricia poured a gallon pitcher of water into it.  At this point, Rima began to ease the tube further inside Andy's body, sliding it into the bend of her transverse colon.  I couldn't resist asking, with my arms around Karen, "How does your tummy feel now, Andy?  Are you getting full yet?"

 "Just a little--the water feels soothing and oh so sexy--not at all like the soapy gut-buster and the freezing invasion I had a while ago."  Her breathing had begun to accelerate, a sure sign of her arousal, and she had to comment, "And the way Rima's eating my pussy feels wonderful.  It feels like I'm constantly coming in my belly and ass and cunt all at the same time.  But it would sure be nice if someone paid some attention to my poor neglected little tits."  She squirmed at Rima's tongue action, as Karen and I loped over to take one of her breasts into each of our mouths.

 "We're gonna love ya half to death, sweetie," Karen announced, swirling her tongue expertly around Andy's left breast and nipple as I did the same for her right one.

 Looking up toward Andrea's navel, I could see that her stomach was beginning to swell as if in pregnancy, so I asked Trish, "How much water does she have inside her now?  Her middle is starting to look like it's been impregnified."

 "I just poured the second pitcher into the bag, so she's got at least two gallons inside her gut.  You and Karen ought to rub her belly a little to help the water circulate better; I'm afraid her middle needs loving even more than her tits do at this point."

 I began to run my hands over Andy's swollen abdomen, at times squeezing and kneading her distended flesh, at others swirling my tongue in and around her navel.  She writhed under my touch, her breath coming in short gasps as she began a lustful howl, ululating in her pleasure at my touch.  I just kept up my massage of her greatly distended paunch, loving the pregnant look and the sex flush that had spread to cover her entire torso.  "Your skin is such a pretty pink now, Andrea--I can tell how deeply aroused you are."

 "If you think the view from the front is great, you ought to be back here," Tricia remarked.  "Her butt was beginning to return to its normal milky white shade after we laid off the spankings and pinprick action, but now it's a deep shade of coral.  Joey," she called, diverting attention from Andrea's public torment, "how's that camcorder coming?"

 "We put in a new tape just before you started Andrea's colonic.  We haven't missed a moment of this great show."

 "Great--maybe we can sell it to one of those porn distributors that sells amateur kink videos."  She began to pour the last pitcher of steaming water into the bag, then inquired, "Andy darlin', how does your tum-tum feel now?  Are you getting full yet?"

 "Oh yes--I feel my heart racing.  I think I'm gonna explode by the time all this is inside me.  But I'm so turned on I sorta want to take it all."

 "That's the spirit--just imagine how cleaned out you'll be when we're done with this, how empty and vacant and lonely your colon and asshole will feel, and how much you'll be craving a hard dick up your cute, tight little asshole."

 "I'm just thinking about how hard I'm gonna cum when you start sliding that tube out of my asshole.  I know it's hard to imagine, as I've been cumming constantly throughout this stage of my humiliation treatment, but I think you'd better put some loud music on before you pull my tube, `cause my screams will probably have the neighbors calling the cops."

 "And the last thing you'd need is to be hauled to jail with forty-four pounds of fetid pudding still wreaking turmoil in your guts, right?" Rima asked, flicking her tongue rapidly over Andrea's clitoris.

 "What a poet!" Karen groaned.  "When you're better, Rima, I think we're
going to put about four triple-strength suppositories and four Fleet enemas up your ass, lock them in with a super-maxi tampon, then push the tampon up further with an inflatable vibrating buttplug pumped up to maximum size and switched on to high speed, secure it in your ass with a whole roll of surgical tape tightly encasing your fanny, then forcefeed you a quart or two of kimchee and five-alarm Texas red chili.  Then we'll see who has a mass of rich fetid pudding wreaking havoc in their bowels."  I stared at Karen aghast; she only winked lubriciously.

 "I hope you put your money where your mouth is," Rima replied.  "I can't wait to feel what that will be like.  But I think a big batch of Ex-Lax frosted brownies will be a perfect dessert for that particular torment."
 

 By this time, Andrea looked, literally, as if she was about eight and a half months pregnant, her belly swelling out roundly from her petite frame.  Hiccupping noisily, she begged, "I think I've got to release this soon--I feel like I'm gonna explode."

 Trish closed the clamp, and whistled, "She did it, troops--she took five and a half gallons of water.  This bag is toasted--no more water left."

 "Help me get her down," Rima directed, and we each supported one side of Andrea's body as the Eurasian beauty unbuckled the ankle and thigh cuffs.  When Andy was free, we turned her right-side up and supported her in our arms, rubbing her belly sensuously as we waited to assist her to the toilet.

 "So full," she groaned, her forehead, face, and front of her torso bathed in sweat.  "Now I can take a really healthy shit."  Her unconscious witticism sent peals of laughter throughout the assembled crowd.  One of Joey's compadres from the club came closer with the camcorder, taking some closeups of the elfin redhead's hugely swollen paunch, causing her to strike suggestive poses while Karen and I held her up.  When she noted that Joey and his pals were all naked, all sporting shattering erections, she inquired in a sweet voice, "Are all of those hard dicks for me?  I can't wait to feel each and every one of `em up my ass.  It's so nice to feel wanted," she giggled.

 As we began to escort her to the porcelain throne, Rima came behind us to start pulling the tube from Andrea's behind, triggering a continuous wail that rose in pitch until she sank noisily to the seat, convulsing in our arms while Rima pulled the last eighteen inches of the tube from her rear.  Karen and I held her, gently rubbing her middle as it deflated like a leaky inner tube, watching her writhe and moan as the great-great-great-great-grandmother of all orgasms swept through her body.  Placing my lips and tongue against her left nipple, I was shocked to discover that it was hard as steel and so hot it almost scalded my mouth.  "God, you're so turned on I don't know how you can stand it, Andy," I observed.  I began lapping at the nipple, feeling her body writhe against my face, looking down to observe Karen spearing her tongue in and out of Andrea's navel, which set off another chain of orgasmic convulsions.  We continued our erotic assault on her body as the water farted and gurgled and exploded from her stretched-out colon, and brought our caresses to a gentler level as we felt her grow limp in our arms, the water and diluted feces still issuing from her behind.  I listened for her heartbeat, noted that it was steady and strong, then asked her, "How're you doing now, hon?"

 "Pretty good, considering that I feel as if I've just shat out a watermelon and a pumpkin."  She met my lips in a kiss, insinuating her tongue into my mouth and squeezing my bursting erection; I felt a finger enter my behind, and within moments I felt a sweet flush in my loins.  "My belly's all sticky now," she complained with a giggle in her voice, as Karen's mouth went to her flat belly to cleanse my ejaculate with her tongue.  "That was the best orgasm--or chain of orgasms--ever.  As soon as Rima and Trish decide I'm ready, I want ten hard dicks lined up in a row to pack my pooper."  She belched as more water spurted from her ringing colon.  "I guess it does take a while to empty from such a huge load of tummy-washer, doesn't it?"

 "Remember gastroenterology practicum?" Karen inquired.  "The textbook said elimination time for a normal low enema is about a half hour; with a high colonic it can be double or triple that time."

 "You mean I have to stay on the potty for a whole hour?"  Her face fell, then she looked up at us with a bright smile.  "But you guys can start getting me dressed for my anal gangbang, can't you?  At least put the corset and bra on me?" she asked hopefully.

 "I think the corset is a great idea," Rima replied.  "The constriction around her waist will force a lot of the residue to expel from her colon, and it will be sexy to see her flat little belly sticking out below the corset, too."  She loped away to retrieve the pastel blue PVC ensemble from Andrea's tote.

 "I think I want to be in the tub when all these guys take my ass," Andy confided to Karen and Trish and me.  "I have a fantasy that they'll all piss in my ass after they come, so I'll be holding a gut-buster of a piss enema after they're all done with me."

 "It could happen," Trish replied.  "If that's what you want, tell Joey and he'll see that they oblige your twisted little fantasy."

 "Joey, sweetheart, come here and give me a big hug," Andrea called in a dulcet voice.

 "Andy, baby, how are you feeling now?  Is your middle still hurting from the soap?"

 "No, hon.  I'm all nice and clean and empty inside.  What I wanted to know is this: when you guys come inside my ass, could each of you stay inside long enough to give me a load of piss, too?"

 "That's so kinky, darlin`--but I think we can all try."  Turning to his bros, he announced, "Andy has just announced that she wants each of us to whiz inside her crapper after we've shot our loads.  Can we do that, gentlemen?"

 Yells and hoots were their reply, with Moose's voice the loudest, "If the little lady wants a bellyful of our piss after we're done packing her asshole, that's what she's gonna get.  But be careful what you ask for, Andy.  The way I've been drinking beer since I got over here, I'll make you look pregnant just with my load of piss."

 "Big talk," Andy replied.  She shivered, a lustful tremor running through her body.  "I can hardly wait to feel that."  By this time, Rima was back with the outfit Andy had designated for her anal gangbang, and she directed us to turn the petite woman sidewise on the stool so she could put the corset around her and fasten the eyehooks at the back.

 "I looked at the size label on this; size two, eh?"  She pulled the garment, six inches high, positioned from just below Andrea's bottom ribs to just below her navel, snugly around her belly, then began to fasten the hooks to their eye-clasps.  When she was done, Andrea's breasts looked bigger because they flared out from her small-boned ribcage, and her belly stuck out roundly below the bottom of the corset.  "This will make your ass look bigger, too," Rima noted.  Looking out at the assembled crowd of horny bikers, she asked, "Is there any one of you who wouldn't want to fuck her ass now that her body is bound in this tight corset?"  A chorus of "NO"s greeted her, and she snickered in lustful amusement.  The bra was the next step; it fitted so snugly around Andrea's chest that the straps cut slightly into the flesh of her back, but it uplifted and accentuated her breasts dramatically; her nipples, swollen and purple with arousal, stood out proudly.  "Do you want the clamps back on your nipples, honey?" Rima asked.

 "Oh yes--I love having my nipples tormented until they feel like they'll fall off."  She began to moan in awakened arousal as she contemplated the show in which she was about to star.  Looking up at Rima, she inquired, "Do you know what the sexiest part of this performance will be?"

 "No, hon--but I can guess.  The full feeling you'll get from ten different dicks sliding up your ass and filling your bowels full of cum and piss?"

 "No, baby.  The sexiest part will be I'm lying in the tub after the tenth guy has pulled out of me, and I begin to fart from all that air those ten big dicks will have pumped into me along with their liquid love.  It probably won't smell very nice, but it will sure sound sexy as hell.  Just thinking how full of gas my guts will be after number ten has me within a millimeter of coming."  She squirmed, her belly straining to expel more water, but alas, her colon was empty.  "I think I'm ready, if you guys can give me a hand wiping."

 We attacked her ass eagerly, wiping her down thoroughly with tissue, then going over the same ground with baby wipes.  Tricia assisted her on with the crotchless panties, garterbelt, and stockings, and Karen and I slid the fuck-me pumps onto her petite feet after the stockings were secured to the garters.  Rima screwed the clamps brutally hard onto her already-erect nipples, pinching and twisting them until she had them set just right, causing Andrea to scream in arousal.  Then we placed her on all fours in the tub, placing the leather cuffs on her ankles and linking them together with a short chain, then securing her wrists in the same manner.  From the medicine cabinet, Tricia produced a three-ounce tube of K-Y jelly; while Karen and I held Andy's asscheeks apart, Trish penetrated her rectum with the tip of the tube and squeezed its entire contents into her lustful bung, tossing aside the empty tube and working three fingers up her ass to spread the lube around.  Then we stood off to the side of the tub, as Rima announced, "Your asshole slave is ready, guys.  Come and get it."

 Two of the bros helped Joey into a sitting position in the tub behind Andrea, then lifted her into a squat over his throbbing erection.  "Are you ready for this, honeycheeks?" he inquired caressingly.

 "Oh yeah--I wanna feel your hard dick all the way up my tushie hole!" her voice was a ragged gasp as he inserted his penis and grasped her hips firmly, pulling her down so that his shaft sank into the entrance to her bowels in one smooth stroke.  "CUMMINGGG!" she screamed, her voice a banshee wail.  He quickly set up a locomotive rhythm in bouncing her up and down on his dick, causing her to gasp in arousal both at the furious pace with which he jackhammered her butt onto his penis and from the vise grip of his hands on her asscheeks.

 Gasping breathlessly, he groaned, "I'm gonna come now--your sweet ass is just too tight and fine for me to hold back any longer," and bent forward, bending her almost double, before giving a moan and a mighty grunt as he ejaculated forcefully into her empty guts.  One of the bros handed him a sixteen-ounce beer, and he downed it in about three mighty gulps, handed it to one of them, took another and downed it, then announced, "My bladder is about full, Andy.  Are you ready to be my human urinal?"  He felt the head of his dick swelling inside her as he said this.

 "Oh, baby--give it to me.  I want your hot piss enema deep in my belly."  She flexed her anal muscles to encourage him, and hit another orgasm when he let fly, scalding her insides with his steaming brine.  Before his erection wilted, he pumped a dozen more strokes to drive his fluids well and truly into her.  After his bros helped him back out of the tub, Andrea collapsed with her butt in the air, making little mewling noises of pleasure before the second biker came over to climb into the tub on his knees behind her, his long thin dick--ten inches long and about an inch and a quarter wide--curving about a third of the way down from the glans.  He eased the skinny banana of an organ into her behind, making her howl as it made the bend between her anal tunnel and her descending colon.

 Fucking her in long slow strokes, he announced, "I've been taking lots of ginseng and yohimbe the last few weeks, and I ate two dozen oysters before I came over, so I'll have lots of cum to give you."  He nipped gently at her ears, kneading her buttocks sensually as he slid lovingly in and out of her bottom hole.  "And I've drunk about a twelve-pack since I got here, so I'll give you a bigger piss enema than Joey did by the time I'm done."  He continued his slow stroking in and out of her behind, causing her to gasp in passion and extreme lust, finally speeding up his thrusts until he was slamming his erection in and out of her bung like a piledriver, until his body stiffened and he announced, "I'm coming, baby--a hot sperm injection followed by a hot piss enema," and shot his load deep into her colon, chasing it almost immediately with what must have been a couple of quarts of urine, from the way that Andy's trim belly began to bulge downward.  Finally, his erection went down and he pulled out of her and stood up, making way for her next hot beef treatment.

 By this time, Karen and I were so aroused that we decided to scrub and rinse the ten-quart bag, then detached the colon tube and attached a Y-adaptor to the bottom of the main hose before filling it with steaming water doctored with an ounce of table salt and four ounces of the aphrodisiac powder from Rima's private stock.  We connected two buttplug nozzles to the bottom hoses, inserted them into each other's rectums, and coupled dog-style while the water filled us, ignoring the cheers of the bikers waiting in line for a taste of Andrea's voracious asshole.  Our erotic feelings were exquisite, and I felt her buck her opulent rear against my crotch in numerous orgasms before I felt the tightening of my scrotal sac and warned her, "I'm about to shoot a big load of jizz deep into your womb.  Are you ready?"

 "Oh baby--hose down my cervix with your come, and try to stay inside me so we can fuck some more."  I gasped as I felt my seed jetting into her inviting woman place, humping in and out of her furiously as I gave myself over to my ecstasy, lightheaded from the caressing water in my bowels and in heaven from the warmth of her body joined to mine.  Once I'd emptied my balls, I kept sliding my penis in and out of her, quickly regaining a full erection.

 By this time, the guy with the short, thick dick was inside Andy's butt; she had taken eight loads of boiling semen and burning piss into her bowels at this point in time.  Her belly bulged down sensuously; it looked as if she had at least a gallon or so of gism and urine stirring up her guts.  She looked over at us with a salacious smile on her face, saying, "This is the best anal trip I've had in years.  I've come so much I know I'll probably fall asleep really early tonight."  She grunted as the beer-can penis stroked in and out of her, stretching her sphincter to near-bursting with its thickness.  "I'll probably have to borrow a Depends from Rima for school tomorrow; I have a feeling that I won't be able to tighten my asshole for a week."

 "That's what I'd hoped for," Rima replied.  "Do you realize that I have a special treat planned for you after you're done holding the organic enema these guys are giving you in stages?"  She leered suggestively at the petite redhead.

 "What's that, Rima honey?"  She wiggled her saucy can as the thick erection kept plowing her back forty.  "Ya gotta dildo bigger than Moose's dick?  Because that's about the only thing I'll be able to feel in my poor stretched poopie-hole by the time he's done with me."

 "Even better, sugar.  I'll whisper it in your ear."  She brought her lips to Andy's left ear, whispering breathily for a few minutes.

 "Ohmigod!" Andrea squealed.  "That's perfect."  With a final thrust, the biker with the short beercan dick shot his seed deep into her bowels, then pulled her hard against his body as he emptied his bladder where he'd just ejaculated.  As his dick popped noisily out of her rear, she shuddered in orgasmic aftershock, and gasped, "I'm ready for you, Moose--I need your phallic redwood to stir up this load inside me."  She wiggled her heinie in lewd invitation, holding the cheeks wide with her bound hands to show him how much her asshole had been stretched.

 "Here I am, honeycakes," he bellowed lustfully, dropping to his knees in the tub behind her.  "I've got an ounce of come in my balls and about a case of beer in my bladder that say you won't be able to take it all."  He eased his monster slowly up her tender chute, sliding it in until his pubic hairs scraped against her ass.

 "Oh God--you're so big.  And I'm so full," she mewled, gasping for breath.  "Let me get accustomed to your size, then you can fuck me as hard as you want."  She squirmed, a look of ecstasy on her elfin face, working at contracting and relaxing her sphincter muscles around the huge member in her ass.  After a few minutes of this, she said, "Start moving slowly in and out; I'll tell you when to pick up the pace."  She grunted softly as his monster worked to loosen her bottom hole further, ululating in an almost continuous orgasm as she felt her rear passage and descending colon stuffed with his love muscle.  Finally, she wailed, "Fuck me for real now, Moose.  Slam that meat into me so hard it comes out my ears."

 He complied by lifting her by her hips, kneeling behind her, and slamming her body back and forth on his huge penis, groaning in excitement until, with a mighty roar, he pulled her hard against him and began to shoot his boiling seed into her middle, a look of ecstasy on his face.  His erotic denouement triggered a chain of orgasms for her, as well, and she was drenched in sweat from head to toe, her skin flushed a deep crimson by her extreme arousal.  By the time he caught his breath and felt the tingle of impending micturation, she was sagging to the tub floor, his giant dick still buried inside her tightest hole.  "I've got the granddaddy of all piss enemas for you, darlin!  Are you ready to feel really full?"

 "Oh yeah--I'm gonna have Rima lock this all inside me with an inflatable vibrating buttplug as soon as you pull out of me.  Go ahead, you big ol' teddy bear--fill my guts with your steamy recycled beer, and don't stop until I'm full enough to puke."  She ground her ass against his crotch as he said this, and with a sigh, he began his protracted urination, naturally triggering another chain of deep full-body orgasms for her.  "Damn, kiddo, you can about wear a man out," he said, as his dick softened and plopped out of her rectum.
As he stepped out of the tub, Rima came up behind Andrea, began pushing the aforementioned plug into her wide-open asshole, and pumped the inflator bulb to maximum size before turning it on and untying the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles.  Andy sat up in the tub, her voice hoarse with exhausted passion, and gushed, "I want to thank all of you for taking a hand in my discipline.  This is one of the hottest fantasies I've ever been able to see brought to life."  She looked down at her swollen gut, and added, "I think you guys must have shot about two gallons of come and piss into my colon this afternoon, and although my bowels are in a turmoil right now, I'm still excited beyond words."  She hiccuped as they wiped themselves off, trooped out to the living room for their clothes, and exited the house for the ride home.

-7-

"Damn, girlfriend," Rima remarked, as she, Karen, Trish, and I surrounded the petite redhead and wrapped her in a protracted group hug.  "You're about the anal pig of the century.  How long were you planning to keep that piss `n' cum enema locked inside your belly anyway?"

 "Long enough so that you can each give each cheek of my butt another one hundred swats with that big leather paddle you've ployed so skillfully today.  She rubbed her fanny cheeks as she said this, and commented, "Just look at my butt--it's too white.  Some color would do it a world of good."  She rubbed her nipples against my chest as she continued, "And I've got a black pair of PVC crotchless pantyhose I want to wear during my spanking, and a black lowcut PVC bra; when you put those garments on me before my spanking, I want you to secure a big ice cube against each nipple, inside the bra.  Then, while one of you is spanking me, another person will be biting my frozen nipples.  I guarantee I'll be ready for some world-class fistfucking in my open ass by the time I release this sperm and urine in my belly."   Hiccupping at the burning fullness in her colon, she asked Karen, "How much do you think I have inside me?"  She rubbed her middle contentedly as she waited for the zäftig blonde's reply.

 "Based on the size of your gut, I'd say you have close to two gallons of sticky slimy seminal fluid and salty burning urine putting your bowels into turmoil.  I can't believe you're still holding that load, actually.  If it were me, I'd either have shit it out long ago, or I'd been kneeling over the porcelain throne doing the technicolor yawm."  She patted Andy's belly gently, and said, "I think you've demonstrated amply that you can take punishment, kiddo, but I'm a bit concerned.  We don't want you to get so sick that you won't enjoy being paddled, having your nipples frozen and bitten, or having your ass fistfucked."

 "Let's get on with it then," Andy replied, easing the pastel blue PVC bra off, undoing her garters so Rima and Tricia could roll her matching stockings down her legs, and squirming while Karen and I began to roll the garterbelt down over her hips.  Trish and Rima went to get the paddle, the PVC garments Andrea wanted to wear, and a tray of ice cubes from the freezer.  Once she was free of these garments, Andrea struggled to shimmy the tight blue crotchless panties down the swell of her hips while Karen and I began to unhook the little middle corset that had so constricted her waist during the anal gangbang.  Once freed of the corset, her waist sprang out to match the swell of her lower abdomen, and we could see exactly how she could have as much as two gallons of ejaculate and urine inside her griping bowels.  "I think you guys worry needlessly; I could probably have taken twice as much cum and piss into my guts and held it overnight if I'd wanted to."  A sudden cramp caused her to bend over, clutching desperately at her belly as she tried hard to breathe.  "Are Trish and Rima going to be back soon with the pantyhose, bra, paddle, and ice cubes?" she gasped, muttering under her breath, "I gotta hold this just for another half hour, so I can come really good and be cleaned out before I get my slutty ass fistfucked in the style to which it would like to become accustomed," causing us to laugh as we held her and massaged her sore middle.

 "Just what the doctor ordered," Rima giggled as she and Trish returned with the paraphernalia for the last stage of Andy's torment.  They sat her down on the toilet and eased the pantyhose up her legs, snugging the abbreviated waistband around her bulging middle, while Karen and I slid the bra over her shoulders, snugged it into place, and each took an ice cube and placed it between the tight PVC of each bra cup and her half-erect nipples.

 "That's so good," she gasped.  "Now I want to be paddled hard, and somebody should be biting my nipples during the whole paddling session."  Rima took first crack with the paddle, swinging it at the redhead's petite rear with all the force she could command, while Karen and I bit her nipples through the PVC bra cups, feeling them grow more and more erect as the ice began to melt.  We continued this activity while Tricia gave her a hundred strokes on each fannycake, hearing her gasp in ecstasy at least half a dozen times before Rima and Trish took our places at her breasts and Karen began giving her a set of one hundred mighty whacks.  By the time it was my turn with the paddle, Andy's ass had changed color from deep pink to medium red, and I didn't really use all my force for the first ten or so licks, until she complained, "You're babying me, Paul.  Go ahead and give it all you've got."  I began swinging the paddle with so much force I felt it in my shoulder, stopping every ten whacks or so to knead and squeeze her abused buttocks.  "That's more like it," she moaned.

 "Before I release, I want to fulfill another fantasy.  Paul, I want your dick in my pussy dog-style, with Karen and Tricia biting my nipples, and Rima giving me a hundred strokes of the paddle to my bloated, stinky belly."  She bent over, backing up so I could insert my awakening erection into her sweet cunt, then motioned Karen and Trish to attack her nipples from the right and left sides of her body.  "Come on, Rima--don't be chicken.  Whack my belly really hard so I can release this slimy, briny gut-buster I'm holding."  We began to move as a team, marvelling at how the petite woman could endure such abuse, amazed at her screams of joy as she wailed and shook and vibrated in a continuous climax while I slammed my dick into her tight vulva, her sore bottom pounded by the locomotive motions of my crotch against her reddened fanny cheeks, her nipples freezing cold and stretched beyond limit by the two voracious mouths biting them severely, and her swollen middle being pummelled resoundingly by the paddle that left welts on her alabaster belly skin.  Just the action of our five-way communion was enough to set Rima, Trish, and Karen into sympathetic climaxes that were of course abetted by Andy's howls of joy, and I soon found myself driving hard into her cunt and grasping her hips roughly as I shot my seed deep into her womb.

 I saw stars then, and I was vaguely aware of Karen saying, "Don't let her fall, Paul."  I held her gently around her bloated middle, noticing that the other women had moved away.  Andy was white as a sheet, and I helped her limp over to the toilet as I deflated the bulb outside the plug nozzle, still vibrating at high speed, and eased it out of her rear before settling her on the seat.  "Paul, massage her tummy while she expels; she seems to be having trouble breathing," Karen directed, exiting for the kitchen to get a glass of brandy to revive the fucked-out elf of a redhead.  I rubbed her belly gently, crooning to her and kissing her forehead and her eyes, soon seeing them flutter open and feeling a sense of relief as the color returned to her cheeks.

 Andrea smiled, then began kissing the tears that had sprung to my cheeks over my worry for her precarious physical condition.  "Don't cry, Paul.  I'm fine.  Just hold me until I'm done emptying, okay?"  When Karen returned with a snifter of brandy, Andy said, "Thank you, dearest.  I hate to tell you what I felt inside me when Paul came, Karen.  You're gonna hate me forever."  She smiled, but tears threatened to spring from her eyes.

 "You felt something deep in your uterus, and think you might be pregnant, too?" Karen asked, her voice soft with tenderness.

 "Yes," Andy replied, blinking back tears.  "The last thing I wanna do is come between you and Paul.  I guess I'd better go get an abortion, so Paul won't feel obligated to commit to both of us."

 "Don't be silly," Karen replied.  "Rima, that old family aphrodisiac recipe of yours seems to be working out in bonuses.  Maybe we should all consider looking for a bigger house, one that all five of us can share."  She looked at Tricia with concern in her eyes.  "Or would you be sore about giving up this great place?"

 "Actually, I've got it about half paid off, and with my equity, I can sell it and we shouldn't even have to raise much of a down payment, if we can find a place big enough and a bank that will work with us.  Paul, I hope you realize that you'll be taking enemas built for two for a bit longer than you'd imagined; since Karen, and possibly Andrea, are pregnant now, Rima and I are going to feed you aphrodisiac powder and oysters until you get us knocked up, too."

 I felt tears spring to my eyes.  "Do you mean you all want to have my babies?" I asked in a voice husky with emotion.

 "Who better?" Rima observed.

 "Have I told you lately how much I love you?" Karen asked.  "You're such a sweet, gentle, intelligent, kind man--it would be hard to find fault with any woman who wanted to bear your child.  Now spread your cheeks, lover.  I'm going to give you a big enema with a double dose of the aphrodisiac powder in it, and you can fuck Rima's pussy while she's fistfucking Andy's asshole."

 "I guess I'd better `fess us right now," Rima replied sheepishly.  "I brought a fertility compound with me today, and I slipped a triple dose of it into Andrea's first soapy load.  I didn't do it for revenge; I was just curious to see what she'd look like in the mommy way."

 "Then we'll just have to give you a sextuple dose, won't we?" Trish inquired.  "In fact, I don't want Paul to fuck my pussy for at least a week, so it'll give you time to get knocked up first, Rima."  She patted Rima's flat belly, adding, "We're gonna make this grow a lot before the end of the academic year.  I wouldn't be surprised if you had twins or triplets, in fact."

 "We'd better get started," I interjected.  "I guess Rima will have to take her fertility powder in a milkshake or something, since her asshole is off limits to us for now."

 "Yeah--French vanilla," Trish replied, adding, "but that's about the only thing vanilla about this twisted crew," and led Rima to the kitchen, while Karen stayed with me to mix my enema and help me clean Andy's rear.

 "You're sure you're not pissed because I might be carrying Paul's baby, too?" Andy asked in a quavering voice.

 "Honey," Karen cooed, rushing to take the petite redhead in her arms.  "I couldn't be pissed at you for that, especially after Rima admitted she'd dosed you with fertility drugs.  I think it will be fun for all five of us to live together, to pool our kinky resources, to watch our tummies expand and our digestion deteriorate with our pregnancies, and to watch Paul(a) squirm as s/he takes a bigger load of water each day until we've all given birth.  I only pray s/he lives through it, because s/he is really a special kind of human."

 "Sweetest Karen, I love you, sistah.  And I'm actually kind of excited about the thought of being pregnant.  Being able to eat as much as I want to without anyone thinking I'm a pig, farting in public and knowing that everyone expects that of a pregnant woman anyway, getting all cranky and shoving a big dildo up Paul(a)'s ass without warning, without lubricant, if he does something to set me off.  Yeah, pregnancy may have its downsides, but in our menage, it will have its fun features, too."   She beckoned me closer, drawing me into a deep soul kiss.  "And thank you, Paul, for that beautiful fuck of an hour ago.  I hope we made a baby, so I can make you look pregnant along with Karen."  She rubbed my half-erect penis, adding, "I wanna see Rima's proud flat Asian belly swell bigger and bigger with a kid inside, maybe more than one."  She jumped in a delicious orgasm without even touching herself.  "I hope those two hurry up--I need their fists up my ass as soon as possible."

 Rima and Tricia returned while Karen and I were cleansing Andrea's rear, and we positioned her in the tub for her fist extravaganza, Rima donning an exam glove and coating her right hand liberally with aloe cream.  She began to slide her middle finger inside the petite redhead's bung, pumping it in and out and wiggling it back and forth to loosen her up, then pulled out and added two fingers, while I began easing my dick into the exotic beauty's moist vaginal slit.  By the time I'd pumped a couple of dozen strokes, Rima had three fingers sliding effortlessly in and out of Andy's bung, and when my pace began to pick up after grabbing Rima's breasts as handholds, the dark woman was slamming four fingers into her stretching target.  By this time, Andrea was moaning in ecstasy, imploring Rima, "Please put your hand inside my ass now--I've gotta feel really full to make up for the gutload of come and piss I held inside me for close to two hours."  Rima backed off for a minute, shaped her fingers into a wedge while pouring a liberal second coating of K-Y jelly onto her open fist, and eased all five of them into the redhead's wide-open bung.  "AHH--that's so good!" she wailed.  "Now you can fuck me as hard as you want to--I know I'm gonna come inside my ass like I very seldom do."  She wiggled her rear suggestively, urging Rima to ream her with her slippery fist.  Starting slowly, she pushed inside Andy's rectum until her forearm was half buried, then eased out so her wrist was exposed, repeating this action for several dozen strokes until the smaller woman's panting told her she was fully relaxed.  Then she settled into a locomotive rhythm, punching in and out forcefully and quickly as Andrea bucked and wailed in a seemingly continuous chain of erotic bliss.

 I was so excited by this activity and Andy's response to it that I speeded up my own fucking motions inside Rima's pussy to near-light speed.  "I'm gonna give you a big load of come soon, Rima honey," I gasped.  "I'll shoot my potent semen so deep into your womb you'll be able to taste it in the back of your throat."  I could hear her breathing increase in pace and intensity at the same time, both from the vigor of my dogstyle assault and the intensity of the fist attack she was mounting on Andy's ass.

 "Do it, baby," she chanted like a salacious mantra.  "Fill my pussy with your hot come and make me pregnant--shoot your seed so hard and so long that my belly gets as big as a house."  She slammed her pelvis back at me, still in rhythm to the workout she was giving Andy's anus and descending colon with her fist, and her vaginal muscles began contracting and relaxing to squeeze every drop of semen I had to offer.  Before I could even warn her, I gave a lust-filled howl and began to deliver my essence in long powerful bursts, feeling lightheaded and drained by the time I felt the second spurt, hearing her howl, "I'm coming, too, and it's so good!" as her piledriver fist drove Andrea over the edge so that the smaller woman slumped to the tub floor, her randy ass sticking in the air with Rima's fist still clenched inside.

 When Rima came to her senses, she opened her fist, regarding Andrea, who was shaking and whimpering on the shower floor.  Gently easing her hand out of the elfin beauty's rear, she asked, "How are you, honey?"

 "Fucked out--totally fucked out.  I think I'm too tired to get fist-fucked anymore.  Will you guys take a rain check?"

 "Sure will," we all replied.  "But," Karen added, "since Paul is a virgin to anal fistfucking, do you think you could muster the energy to do him before we let you rest?"

 "Oh yeah--I'd be happy to deflower the father of my baby."  She uttered a thunderous fart, more semen and urine leaking out of her bottom hole, stood, and turned on the shower so she could rinse her exhausted body.  As she stood toweling herself dry, she said, "I think Paul ought to fuck Rima again while I fistfuck him.  Her reproductive system needs all the sperm it can handle today, since her ass won't get any for a few weeks."

 "But do you really think Paul will be able to come with your fist inside him?" Rima asked.  "And will he get hard with that unfamiliar invasion?"

 "You're forgetting, hon, that I'm the fistfuck queen.  Do you remember that guy I brought to one of our `shroom parties, about a year or so back?  He'd come really hard up my ass just before he asked me to fistfuck him.  Within five minutes after I got all five fingers inside him, he was so hard that Karen had to suck his dick because it looked so delicious to her.  But I asked her to leave him alone, because I wanted to teach him about the male anal orgasm.  Within five minutes after she took her mouth off his dick, I had him shooting his come clear across the room."

 "Tell Paul the rest of the story," Tricia directed.

 "He pulled some nasty shit on the four of us a few weeks later, demanding that I move in with him and stop associating with Trish and Karen and Rima.  When I refused, he fell into a depression, started stalking me, and we had to get the police after him.  He was institutionalized for a while, and when he got out, he wrote me a really sweet note of apology, in which he also begged me to fistfuck him one more time, for old time's sake.  I did, then he asked me how big a dildo it would take to simulate that feeling.  When I told him, he went to a sex shop and bought a four-inch diameter tool about eighteen inches long.  The last that we heard is that he'd actually tried to impale himself on that thing, had ripped open his rectum, and died of peritonitis before the ambulance could get him to the hospital."

 "Why is it that guys who cross the four of you always seem to get hurt or lose their bearings?  It makes me shudder to think what might happen to me if I ever piss you off."

 "Paul," Karen replied.  "I don't think you have to worry.  In the first place, you're a lot more mature than some of these men we've encountered in the past.  In the second place, any misunderstandings we might ever have will, I think, be resolved by communication and compromise."

 "I hope so--I don't want to ever be on your bad side, darling," I said with sincerity and a humble tone, then added, "or Tricia's, or Rima's, or Andrea's.  You ladies, in addition to being the hottest, sexiest women I've ever known, are my spiritual sistahs.  I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that kind of bond."

 "He's expostulating again," Trish groaned.  "Karen, please make him stop."

 They tackled me and tied my ankles after bending me over in the tub.  Rima sat down in front of me and began an intense loving blowjob as Andrea donned an exam glove, grabbed a tube of K-Y, and began opening up my back passage.  The first finger went in so easily, stirring my erection into life as Andy fingerfucked me lovingly, and my dick was in a shattering state of hardness by the time she had two fingers inside me.  By the time she had inserted three fingers into my opening behind, I was gasping with passion, at which point Rima slid under me and eased my aching penis into her slick womanhood; her vaginal muscles closed silkily around me as I began sliding delciously in and out of her.  I hardly noticed when Andy pulled out and added her fourth finger, so caught up was I in the loving fuck I was sharing with Rima.  Then I felt my bottom hole stretching wider, realizing that the pixielike redhead was easing all five fingers of her right hand into my tightest, darkest place, and I howled with joy as she entered my rear, humping involuntarily into Rima's slick heat as I felt my penis and prostate throb with the intense stimulation.

 Rima's arms wrapped around me in a secure hug, hands occasionally straying downward to squeeze my buttocks as Andy curled her fingers into a fist and began to move inside me.  My prostate was on fire, and I began to gasp in passion, my pelvis driving hard against Rima's as I felt utterly filled in my back passage, my bowels punched and stretched so sensually I was sure I'd die from sheer pleasure.  With a roaring in my ears, I screamed, "I'm gonna cum!!" half a second before I felt powerful squirts of semen rocketing from my manhood, Rima's pubococcyc muscles contracting in her own climax in time to the delicious feeling I was experiencing.  After my ejaculation, my hips kept moving independent of my brain, my ass still driven by Andrea's petite hand setting up shockwaves of ecstasy in my rear passage and making my prostate tingle with delight.  I looked into Rima's eyes, noting that they had rolled back in her head; I kissed her lips tenderly, asking, "Are you all right, hon?"

 In a moment she recovered, hugged me hard, and whispered, "I felt the quickening in my uterus, dude.  I think we made a baby just now."  She squeezed my fannycakes sensually as Andrea opened her fist and slid her hand gently out of me, slapping my buns lightly with her gloved right hand when it was free of my rear passage.  I was a limp wreck, and Rima began to ease away so she and Andy could help me stand up in the shower.

 Before turning on the water, Andy stood in front of me, spreading her vaginal lips.  "See how wet doing your ass has made me, hon?" she inquired.  Her pubic patch was indeed drenched with her vaginal secretions, and she noted, "I must have come seven or eight times while I had my fist in your ass, lover.  I've never seen a guy get into it like you do."  I just stood there, my ass feeling wide open, occasionally farting and expelling whatever was left in my stretched-out colon, as they giggled while they opened the taps and began to scrub me down.

 Afterwards, the five of us lay huddled on pillows in Tricia's living room, passing the bong and sipping from glasses of chardonnay we'd filled as a toast to our vow to stay together as a horny family.  "I'm going to the store tomorrow to get home pregnancy tests for Rima, Andy, and myself," Tricia announced.  "Since Rima is reasonably sure you knocked her up tonight, Paul, I'm going to let you rest up at Karen's tomorrow night, then I'll expect both of you here Tuesday night so I can give you an aphrodisiac enema while I take another fertility enema.  I don't want to be left out of this mommy party."

 "By the way," Karen inquired, "shouldn't you be releasing that fertility enema you took pretty soon?  After all the action this weekend, I'd think ten quarts of water in your colon would get to be a little much?"

 "Only if Paul helps me with it--it would be fun to see if we can even get his dick hard again."  She licked her lips lasciviously as she said this.

 "God, woman, are you trying to kill me?" I whined good-naturedly.  "I think you ladies are all come junkies; you'll do anything to get a bellyful of jizz, won't you."

 A chorus of yeses greeted me.  We headed to the bathroom to watch Trish release, cleansing her thoroughly before moving back to the living room, where she began to fellate me expertly before straddling my tired but revitalized erection and pumping up and down on me.  Beside us, Karen, Rima, and Andrea were engaged in three-way cunnilingus, and their cries of passion and excitement just increased the intensity of the pleasure Trish and I felt.  I remember feeling the head of my dick swell to deliver an explosive load of my essence into her voracious center, and I sort of blacked out after that, not coming to until Karen nuzzled my shoulder with her lips to tell me it was time to shower and dress so we could head over to her house to change clothes and get to Monday morning classes.  As we were about to step out the door, Trish, Andy, and Rima caught us in a group hug, patted our fannies, and sent us off.

END OF BOOK FIVE

(to be continued)