Angie and I went to the ‘exam’ room and prepared two one-quart clear

water enemas, adding baking soda to help neutralize the remaining soap

which still burned our insides. We both selected douche nozzles for

these. We then thoroughly lubricated each other’s rectums, and, with

both bags suspended from the IV stand near the exam table, we inserted

the nozzles into each other. Then, both of us leaning over the table, we

each started the flow on the other’s enema.

“I’m glad we had sex this morning.” Angie said. “I don’t know, but I

suspect you did it better than anyone else would have.” She continued:

“It was beautiful, and I want to thank you.”

“It was my pleasure and privilege.” I said. “I know it was your first

time, but you seemed to know what to do.” I commented.

Angie blushed. “I have a collection of naughty books which I discovered

in my aunt’s bedroom after she died. I read them regularly.” She gave me

a quizzical look. “Was I OK?”

“You were fine.” I said, reaching over and giving her a kiss, which she

returned with renewed fervor. We embraced; each of us plugged in to an

enema bag, and began to caress one another. I reached down to gently

finger her clitoris as she stroked my semi-hard penis to full glory.

I stopped, and said: “Wait.”

Then I climbed on to the exam table, and lay on my back. “Come up here

and straddle my head.” I said.

“What?...” she asked, “...Oooh....OK!”

Then she climbed on the table and complied with my request, assuming the

classic ‘sixty-nine’ position.

I went to work with my tongue immediately, and she did what came

naturally for someone in the position she was in, taking my hard member

in her mouth and stroking it enthusiastically with her lips.

To this day I am amazed that we were so consumed in our activity that we

were oblivious to the fact that we both had enema nozzles in our

rectums, and that we were both rapidly filling up. But we both went to

our tasks with zeal, and were soon on the throes of orgasm.

Angie cooed her pleasure as she zealously ministered to my penis,

somewhat awkwardly (but still accomplishing her goal) as I moaned, not

allowing my tongue to rest. Soon, Angie’s slow movements became jerky as

I felt her tensing up. I knew she was getting close. Before I knew it, I

also felt the inexorable pressure emanating from my prostate, and tensed

up in a futile attempt to hold back. I heard Angie utter a throaty sigh

as I felt and tasted her juices freely flowing from her vagina. She

almost collapsed on top of me, but managed to hold herself up long

enough to take the jets of spunk which spewed from my member, as I let

go the inevitable stream. Then she just lay on top of me, and rested for

a couple of minutes.

Angie stirred, and dismounted from atop me.

“I gotta go.” she said, looking closely at me, and then kissing me

slowly. I could taste the remains of my seed in her mouth, as I presume

she could taste her own nectar in mine.

I got up and we pulled each other’s nozzle. Angie made a quick exit to

the bathroom. I proceeded to the master suite to make use of that

bathroom, but stopped when I realized that Lolita was on her bed,

oblivious of the world around her, taking what appeared to be a huge

enema. Suspended from her canopy rail was the largest enema bag I had

ever seen. And Lolita lay there, on her back, moaning, fingering

herself, her belly distended with the fluid from the near-empty

gargantuan bag.

I quietly backed out the door, went back to the exam room and hoisted

myself up to the sink on the counter, where I sat and expelled my water.

I was rinsing the sink off when Angie came back in. I told her of what I

had seen in Lolita’s room.

“She’s giving herself one,” I said, “and it’s a big one.”

“What do you mean by ‘a big one’?” Angie asked, and I described the bag

I had seen. “I think we should go in and help her.” I said

“But she may not like that.” Angie countered.

“She may or may not. What could possibly happen?” I said, “Another

spanking? Another enema?”

Angie appeared to reflect on that for a few seconds. “O.K. Let’s go.”

We padded back to Lolita’s bedroom and quietly opened the door. Lolita

still lay on her back, still plugged in to what had to be a gallon-sized

enema bag, which was now empty. She lay there moaning and panting as she

played with her crotch.

Angie and I went to the bed and joined her, each on one side of her. I

lay down and began kissing Lolita’s brow. Angie began a gentle rubbing

of Lolita’s abdomen.

“Mmmmm.” Lolita said, huskily. “My children are back from their play...”

She pulled her finger away from her mound and offered it to me. I took

it between my lips and tasted her musk. My hand replaced hers at her wet

labia.

“Mmmmmmm....Ohhh...” she said, “It feels so much better when somebody

does it for you.”

Angie started kissing Lolita’s breasts, licking and nibbling on her

nipples. Lolita responded by cooing and moaning her pleasure. As my

finger got busier with Lolita’s clitoris, her animal movements became

jerkier, as she alternately stiffened and relaxed in ever shorter

cycles. Lolita’s moaning became louder and throatier as her hands

stroked Angie’s head and mine. Finally she arched her back stiffly and

breathed in one long gasp, spasmed, and let her hips collapse on the

bed. She panted heavily for a bit, but as she rested her breath slowed.

Her body was glistening with sweat.

Not long after that, Lolita said: “I need to go to the toilet.” To

Angie: “Please take it out.”

Angie complied, gently removing a LARGE enema nozzle, which she stared

at in awe.

Lolita said to me: “Help me get up.”

I did so, and when Lolita stood the volume of water she had taken was

quite evident as her distended bowels jutted forward her belly appearing

like that of a woman who was several months pregnant.

Lolita and I walked to her bathroom, and I helped her to settle down on

the commode. I turned to exit and give my friend/mistress/teacher some

privacy while she voided. Just before I closed the bathroom door, Lolita

said:

“I’ll be ready for some skinny-dipping as soon as I’m done here.”

Angie and I went to the kitchen and busied ourselves. We found an ice

bucket and a nice bottle of wine which I opened, and surrounded with

cubes from Lolita’s freezer. Angie got some glasses and we proceeded to

the back yard.