I had been holding that first very soapy quart for almost ten minutes, and it was churning and cramping inside me. The large plug was largely forgotten in the cramping. "I, I can't hold this another minute!" "OK, let's move you to the bathroom." She helped me up, and led me to the bathroom, but instead of letting me sit on the toilet, she stood me in the bathtub. "Why did you put put me in here?" "Because I'm going to remove your butt plug, and wait for you to spray paint the wall behind you. You've held that long enough, so when the next wave of cramps hits, you can let it go." Sure enough, in about two minutes, I was hit by a horrible wave of cramps, and exploded onto the bath enclosure wall. Violet laughed, "WOW! THAT was some release! Let me help you!" She climbed into the shower with me, and used the shower wand to rinse me off, and also rinse the wall. I kept releasing, but not explosively, and she washed everything down the drain, continuing to clean me up. Finally, I felt like I was empty. "OK, let's get the two quarts of mild soapsuds in you. I want you to hold that fifteen minutes, and I'll help you hold it." I didn't ask what she meant by "help me hold it.", but followed her back to the table, where she placed me in Simms again. Gloved finger lubed, barium nozzle inserted, and soon, the warmth of two qts of mild soapsuds was slowly filling my colon like a water balloon. I had no trouble holding this one for fifteen minutes. "Times up; you can release. If you don't want to do this, it'll be OK, but I have this kinda kinky wish. Want to hear it?" Kinda kinky? Like everything to now was just medical? "Sure, what's your idea?" "You've never been to the back yard, but it is very private, with a lush lawn and lots of flowers. We like to garden. Any way, I've always wanted to watch while someone expels their enema out into the yard. I want to see how far they can shoot it out." "And you're sure nobody will see me?" "Absolutely certain! So, you'll do it?" "I'd love to see your garden; the bush I've seen so far is beautiful!" She blushed, "You don't mind I don't shave it?" "Hell, no! it's driving me nuts!" She blushed.

The back yard was beautiful: lush grass, and beds full of flowers. "Where do you want me to aim?" Just anywhere out there, but not on the flowers." I faced toward the house and bent over, launching my load in an upward launching arch. It splattered on the grass about ten to fifteen feet out. We went back inside, and she prepared a solution of salt and baking soda for my three quart rinse. "I want us to do a contest: I'll plug you with the three quarts inside, and You can give me three qts of the same stuff. Then, we'll line up on the patio and see who can shoot the farthest!" I have to admit, that my three quarts flooded me really fast. I suppose because I had stretched my colon with the first two enemas. At any rate, the water fairly flooded into me. Her plug went in easily, and I felt very full, but not needing to release. She was preparing another salt and soda enema while I waited. She took my place on the exam table, and I gave her the three quart enema. The ease with which she took it reflected the fact that the sisters gave/received a LOT of enemas from each other. She was already beautiful, but she looked as radiant as an expectant mother with her tummy bulging with three qts in it.

We hurried, giggling like naughty teenagers to the back yard. We stood backs to the lawn, counted down, "Three...two...one...GO!"She beat me by an easy five feet. We stood there, continuing to release until we felt empty. Then, she took my hand and we ran back inside. We sat on the couch and drank wine, messing around, with poop breaks for about an hour. It was a good thing that it was a leather upholstered couch, because I kept seeing a wet spot coming from her bush. Finally, she said, "I can't do this any more! I was amazed at your cock when we gave you that first enema last week, and I cannot get it out of my mind! She grabbed my hand and led me to her bed, where I took it out of her mind and put it into her pussy. She was a screamer! I was glad her sisters were not home; I did not think they would be pleased. I went home, still not believing what had happened, and wondering what lay ahead.