I was wakened by my bladder, which screamed for relief. I disengaged

myself from between my lovers as gently and quietly as possible, and

headed for the toilet. As I stood there relieving myself, I noticed that

it was light outside. Sunday. I decided to go ahead and stay up, so I

retrieved my toiletry bag and proceeded to perform my morning ablutions.

I brushed my teeth and shaved, then showered. And after the final

drying, I spritzed with my favourite cologne. I decided that I would

cook some breakfast before waking the ladies, but as I left Lolita’s

bathroom to go to the kitchen, I saw that the ladies were already awake,

and were engaged in a ‘sixty-nine’ position, each giving oral attention

to the other’s vulva. I quietly passed through the room, and headed for

the kitchen, opting to leave the women to their devices. I would have

represented a fifth wheel if I had stayed.

I am no gourmet cook, but I do take pride in my “Oeufs Nicholas” which

are merely eggs scrambled in butter with chopped onions, grated cheese

and mushrooms. I prepared these as coffee brewed, bacon fried, and bread

toasted. It took about twenty minutes, which was evidently just right,

as, while I set the kitchen table, Lolita and Angie emerged from the

bedroom, ‘oooh”ing, and ‘aaah”ing about the aroma. Both ladies glowed

from what I correctly guessed had been a nice session of loving. They

both kissed me good morning, and we sat down to eat.

As we consumed our meal, talk was of everything in general, but nothing

in particular. Lolita and I lit up cigarettes with our final cup of

coffee.

“Well,” Lolita said, “You two have done a fine job of passing the

course.” She continued: “I have some gifts for you.”

She got up and disappeared to her bedroom, coming back less than a

minute later, carrying two nicely gift-wrapped boxes. One was adorned

with blue foil, the other with electric pink paper. She handed me the

blue package, saying: “Congratulations!” Then she said the same as she

handed Angie the other package.

We both tore into the boxes like children at Christmas.

My box contained a new BIG enema bag, the likes of which I had only seen

in pictures, but every bit as big as the one Lolita had used the day

before. The box also had a six-foot hose and a double-balloon retention

nozzle, complete with inflation pumps

I looked over at what Angie had, and saw that she had the same goodies

as I did.

Angie’s eyes were wide in awe. “It’s so BIG!” she said.

“Hmmm...” I said, “Looks pretty professional. I wonder If we can handle

it.”

Lolita said: “They’ll hold up to four liters.” She added: That may sound

like a lot, but if you start with an empty bowel, you shouldn’t have a

problem, especially if you have help.” Lolita added: “As matter of fact,

I strongly advise you to have someone with you, at least the first few

times.”

“Tell me more...” I said, intrigued.

“Well,” said Lolita, “There are various techniques for taking a

four-quart enema, and maybe we can explore them. Later. I think we

should take a break and go to the beach.”

And so we did. We basked in the Sunday morning sun and then did some

shopping. We went to a well-known lingerie store where I bought Lolita a

black silk peignoir and I bought Angie a red teddy with matching

crotch-less panties. Angie went in the back and bought something which

she refused to reveal.

“It’s a surprise...” she said, a twinkle in her eye.

Then Lolita bought Angie a dainty ankle bracelet and a single stud

earring for me, in the shape of a crescent moon. Since I had never worn

an earring before, it was necessary for me to get my left earlobe

pierced.

We had a nice light lunch, and then returned to Lolita’s.

The first order of business was to rid ourselves of whatever had

accumulated in our bowels, and we did so by helping each other with some

warm soapy enemas, followed by the requisite rinses.

It amazed me to note the relaxed and loving atmosphere which had

developed between the three of us, as compared to the first halting and

shy moments we had experienced only two days before. We were going to

have to part soon, and I didn’t look forward to the prospect.

While relaxing in the hot tub, Lolita suggested breaking in the gifts

she had given us: The big bags.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that much water.” said Angie.

“Nor do I.” I added.

“That’s why I suggest we do it here, while I’m here to help you.” said

Lolita, adding: “And we can always stop if it looks like things are

going wrong.”

She was right, of course, and, to be truthful, I was curious to see if I

could take it all.

“O.K.” I said, “I’m game.”

We looked at Angie.

“I don’t know...” she stammered.

“O.K. Baby.” Lolita said. “Don’t worry about it. You don’t have to if

you don’t want to.” She added: “If you want, you can help me with Nick.”

Angie nodded. “I can do that.”

“Good.” said Lolita. “Nick, you stay here. Angie, you and I can go get

Nick’s bag ready.” There was a twinkle in her eye.

The two of them got out of the hot tub and went in the house, leaving me

with instructions to wait till I was called in. I sat there, wondering,

in anticipation, as to what they were doing. I saw the blinds go down in

Lolita’s bedroom window. I tried to relax, having another glass of wine.

Minutes passed. Finally, the back door opened a bit, and I heard Angie’s

voice:

“O.K. Nick!”

I dried off, and went into the house. Entering Lolita’s room, I saw that

the room was lit only by a dozen candles which had been artfully placed

about.

A black drape hung from the foot of the bed canopy, with the full enema

bag suspended from the same bar, but invisible from the bed.

Lolita wore the peignoir I had bought for her, open at the front,

revealing a black bustier with garters holding black silk stockings. She

wore no panties. Her long shiny black hair was down, framing a black,

feather-masked face, crowning the epitome of a beautiful dominant woman.

Angie also wore the gift I had bought for her: The red teddie and the

accompanying crotchless panties. Additionally, she wore a black,

silver-studded leather collar.

Angie beckoned to me, and I approached her. She handed me the “surprise”

she had purchased earlier.

“Here.” she said. “Put these on for me.”

It was a pair of black crotchless briefs, clearly designed to be worn by

a man, and particularly for one who was into anal penetration.

I put them on. While I was doing so, Lolita came up behind me and

buckled a collar around my neck. It matched the one worn by Angie.

“These collars are symbolic of your servitude to me.” She announced.

“Yes, Ma’am.” I replied, echoed by Angie.

“Good.” said Miss Lolita. Then to me: “Now, you get on the bed and lie

on your back.”

I complied, noting that there was a thick pillow in the middle of the

bed, obviously meant to go under my hips. It was then, in the dim light,

that I also noticed two straps, each suspended from the side canopy

rails of the bed. There were also some straps originating from the posts

at the head of the bed. Miss Lolita went to the left side of the bed,

indicating to Angie that she should go to the right one.

“Now we restrain him.” Lolita said to Angie.

Miss Lolita expertly placed a leather cuff around my left wrist, and

attached it to the corresponding strap from the corner of the bed,

pulling it tight. Angie did the same with my right wrist, albeit a bit

awkwardly. Next, cuffs were attached to my legs, just above the knees,

and in turn were attached to the straps which hung from the canopy

rails. This had the effect of providing “stirrups” as in an examining

table, both raising and spreading my knees.

As all this took place, the stirring in my loins became stronger and

more insistent. My member was rock hard, as I lay there, totally

helpless.

“Lubricate him.” Miss Lolita ordered Angie.

Angie complied, generously coating two of her fingers with K-Y and first

teasing my rectum then penetrating it, using all the tricks she had only

recently learned. The tip of my penis twitched, revealing a droplet of

glistening pre-cum. And I moaned in pleasure.

“That’s enough!” said Miss Lolita, as she coated the inflatable nozzle

with lubricant. Angie withdrew her fingers.

As Miss Lolita inserted the first inflatable nozzle balloon, I panted

cooperatively.

“Hmmm...” Miss Lolita said. “You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I replied, trying my best to present my bottom for her.

I felt the first balloon slip past my sphincter.

“We shall see in a bit if you still want it.” She remarked, as she

squeezed the balloon inflator bulb quickly five times.

The rapid expansion just above my sphincter nearly came as a shock.

“Uhh!” I grunted. Then the outer balloon was inflated. A tight seal had

been achieved

Miss Lolita disappeared behind the black drape, and I felt a rustling on

the hose as, I surmised, Miss Lolita started and adjusted the water

flow. My suspicions were confirmed as I felt the warmth invading my

insides. Then Miss Lolita came back around, climbed on the bed, and

straddled my head, draping it with her new peignoir.

“Service me.” she ordered.

I got busy licking my mistress’s labia and the clitoris they hid,

reveling in the heady musk aroma emanating from within her crotch. For a

brief moment I thought of Angie, wondering what part she had in this

scenario. But as if reading my mind, Miss Lolita issued another order.

“Angela! Service him!” I heard her say. “Suck him, but don’t make him

come!”

I felt Angie take my erection between her fingers, and then between her

wet lips. Lacking experience, Angie wasn’t as adept at fellatio as Miss

Lolita was, but her enthusiasm more than made up for her lack of skill

as she slid my penis deep into her mouth. I heard her gag once, and then

her strokes became a bit shallower. Miss Lolita laughed.

“You have some learning to do about sucking a man off.” she said. “Stop

for a second and let me show you.”

Angie released me and Miss Lolita bent over in a sixty-nine position and

took my member loosely between her lips, breathing in and out through

her mouth as she ran up and down the shaft. The rush of air around my

penis gave me chills and thrills unlike any I had ever before

experienced. Miss Lolita’s attentions shifted to my scrotum as she wetly

licked it and gently played with my testicles in her mouth. Then she

stopped and straightened.

“See? Now you try it.” My mistress said.

Angie resumed her ministrations with renewed enthusiasm and added

expertise. She was a quick learner, and I benefitted intensely by her

newly acquired skill.

Miss Lolita swayed her hips above my mouth, as my busy tongue serviced

her clitoris, her labia, and when I could reach, her anus. I heard her

sigh her pleasure.

But I was slowly becoming conscious of a fullness which was overcoming

me, and I grunted as a cramp assaulted my abdomen. Miss Lolita

immediately began a massage of my belly, then I felt four hands working

on me as Angie pitched in. The cramps eased and I expressed relief with

a sigh, and continued my tonguing of Miss Lolita’s bottom. I felt my

mistress start stiffening and moving in spasms, as I tasted and smelled

her juices which now flowed freely onto my face and into my mouth. Her

excitement spurred my libido to its limit, as I felt pressure start to

build in my loins. My penis twitched once and Angie stopped her

activity, firmly squeezing my member at its base, thus preventing the

torrent which was begging to be released. Miss Lolita’s movements became

more and more uncontrolled as she reached an orgasm, Sighing, cooing and

grunting her pleasure.

All activity stopped for a few seconds, until a new wave of cramps came

to my gut, and my ladies saw me tense up. Angie’s hands got busy rubbing

me down again, as Miss Lolita dismounted my face. She went to check the

bag, and then came back into view.

“How much more...?” I asked.

My mistress laughed gently, devilishly. “I’ll never tell.”

Then to Angie: “Go. Take my place at his head. Nick: Service Angela.”

Miss Lolita took over massaging me as Angie straddled my face. I could

see the wetness of her pubis in the dim light. After the short break, my

tongue went back to work with renewed enthusiasm, seeking out, finding

and finally titillating her little bud of a clitoris. And Angie began

swaying and sighing her pleasure. Then I felt Miss Lolita resume the

stimulation of my member. She knew I was close to orgasm, and therefore

kept her attentions slow and deliberate, teasing my penis and scrotum.

Oddly enough, as I recall, I forgot about the discomfort in my gut, as

my senses busied themselves taking in the smell and taste of one

beautiful woman over my head and the teasing, titillating attentions of

another at my groin.

Angie’s swaying quickened, as did her breathing and moans, which soon

became gasps and grunts as her pelvis moved more and more erratically.

Finally there was stiffening and a long sigh, as I felt the body above

me start relaxing. Just then, Miss Lolita’s attentions picked up in

intensity as she rapidly took my member in and out of her mouth with

skill and enthusiasm.

Then Angie said: “I want to...”

Miss Lolita stopped, backed off, and said: “O.K.”

As Angie bent over to finish the job she had started, still astride my

face, I took the opportunity to lick her beautiful rosebud of an anus,

and to take in the taste of her young flesh. It only took a few strokes

by Angie to bring me to a plateau I don’t think I had ever reached

before, and my penis erupted with spurt after spurt of my jism into her

mouth. She swallowed greedily and continued sucking until my hardness

began to wane. Words can’t describe the ecstasy I had felt during those

last few moments.

As I relaxed, I once again became conscious of the pressure in my gut.

Once again I asked: “How much water is left?”

Miss Lolita laughed. I was amazed when she said: “The bag was empty the

first time you asked.” Then she asked: “Would you like to expel?” She

patted me on my distended belly.

“Um...Yes. Please. Ma’am?”

Miss Lolita nodded to Angie, and they busied themselves releasing me

from the bonds which had held me. I made an attempt to get up, but found

that I couldn’t without assistance from the ladies, who took me, one at

each arm, into the bathroom, with Angie carrying the empty gallon bag.

As we walked past the full-length mirror on the bathroom door, I saw

what I would look like if I were six months pregnant. I almost laughed,

but the fullness reminded me to keep my gut calm. I sat on the commode

and Angie released the air from the nozzle’s ballons. Lolita quickly

retrieved the nozzle, deftly avoiding the torrent which followed it out

of my rectum. The ladies left me to void my gut in privacy.

I found the ladies back in the hot tub, sipping good wine. I joined them

after pouring myself a glass.

“Well?” Lolita asked.

I said: “Words can’t describe how you made me feel!” I added: “When can

we do it again?”

“Too much of a good thing” Lolita said, “becomes trite.” She added:

“We’ll keep sessions like that as special.”

“If you say so.” I replied, feigning disappointment. Then we all laughed.

Lolita said: “Angie has changed her mind about trying the big bag.

Haven’t you, dear?”

“Um... yup!”

“You’ll really enjoy it.” I said.

Lolita added: “And we have another nice technique to make it feel

comfortable and easy.”

I said: “We do?”

Angie said: “We do?”

“We do.” Lolita affirmed.

I wondered what Lolita had in mind, but assumed correctly that I’d find

out in due time. We stayed in the hot tub a few minutes longer,

finishing the wine off.

Then Lolita said to Angie: “Ready?” Angie nodded.

“Good. Now it’s your turn to stay here until you are called.” Lolita

said. “Nick, let’s go.”

I followed Lolita into her bedroom where she busied me filling the other

new bag with clear water and some peppermint. While I did this, she

filled her Jacuzzi garden bath tub about two thirds up with warm water.

She also produced some petroleum jelly to use as a lubricant, remarking

that it worked better under water than K-Y did. The last item she

produced was a soft black velvet padded blindfold. I was instructed to

hang the enema bag in the usual place, the canopy rail of the bed. Then

Lolita indicated that we were ready for our subject. I went back outside

and escorted a slightly nervous Angie back to the bedroom. Her eyes got

big when she saw her bag hanging there ready to deliver its contents

into her belly. I gave her arm a reassuring squeeze, and she half smiled.

Lolita asked her once again: “Are you ready?”

“Y...Yes.” Angie stammered.

“All right.” Lolita said. “Hold still.”

Angie complied, and Lolita tied the blind fold over Angie’s eyes. Then

she gently guided the girl to the foot of the bed and nudged her.

“Bend over, Sweetie. You can support yourself on the bed.”

Angie bent over, placing her elbows and her head on the bed.

Lolita said to me: “Let’s get her ready.”

I took a bit of the Vaseline with my middle finger, but before touching

her with it, I kissed Angie on her waiting Anus, letting my tongue tease

her rosebud for a few seconds. She sighed and cooed.

Then I began the lubrication procedure with my finger as Lolita prepared

the inflatable nozzle which was to be inserted in Angie’s waiting

rectum. Angie cooed and moaned as I moved my finger inside her. The once

thick Vaseline became thinner and slipperier as her body heat melted it.

Finally Lolita said:

“That’s enough.”

She slowly inserted the nozzle’s first balloon into Angie’s anus, until

it disappeared, and then a bit further. Then there were the five quick

inflation pumps. Angie gasped audibly. Lolita tugged a bit on the hose,

seating the balloon firmly against the inside of Angie’s sphincter, then

giving the outer balloon five pumps.

Then Lolita took Angie’s left arm, as I took her right, and we gently

prodded her to stand straight.

“Come with us.” Lolita said, almost whispering. I Removed the bag from

whence it hung, and Lolita and I guided our hoodwinked subject to the

bath room and the tub.

“Step up....Now big step down....Turn around...There.” Lolita

instructed. “Now sit down.”

Angie reclined in the warm water, enema hose between her legs. I hung

the bag from a handy towel hook. The water level in the spacious tub

covered Angie to just below her breasts.

Lolita turned on the switch which started the whirlpool system in the

tub. A rush of bubbles began emanating from the various jets on the

sides of the tub.

Then, Lolita reached for the enema hose and started a slow flow. A few

seconds later, Angie moaned with pleasure. I went to one side of Angie

as Lolita approached the other, and we both leaned in and began kissing

her breasts, gently kneading them and tweaking her nipples. We elicited

coos, sighs and moans from the blindfolded subject of our attention. I

Reached down and began a slow massage of Angie’s vulva, and after a bit,

my fingers found their way to the folds of her labia where her clitoris

waited, erect. Angie gasped softly, and then moaned. I looked up at the

enema bag and saw that it was still about two thirds full. But I took

the initiative and began massaging Angie’s belly so as to try to prevent

the discomfort which comes with a large volume enema. Lolita climbed

into the tub, straddling our subject and bringing her womanhood close to

Angie’s face, then gently prodding her head toward her crotch. Angie

took the signal and began an awkward licking of Lolita’s lips and

clitoris. She reached up and clutched Lolita’s cheeks for support, and

appeared to be more comfortable that way in her effort to satisfy Lolita.

Then I climbed in to the tub and sat on my haunches, bringing myself

between Angie’s thighs, raising her legs and resting her calves on my

shoulders. I then penetrated her vagina with my previously lubricated

member, and started pumping slowly, as I continued massaging Angie’s

belly.

Angie had strong vaginal muscles, and she gripped my member savagely as

I moved in and out, my thumb teasing and titillating her nubbin. Lolita

moaned softly, reacting to Angie’s enthusiastic lapping. Angie moaned

and cooed at the sensations which she was experiencing, and I felt the

pressure in my groin start to build. The pace quickened, and soon all

three of us were embroiled in an uncontrollable frenzy. I looked up at

Angie’s bag and saw that it was empty. I involuntarily stepped up my

pumping as Lolita started jerking wildly as Angie firmly gripped her

cheeks and continued, with determination, to service our mistress’s

crotch.

It was Lolita who stiffened first, letting out an animal groan, the

sound of which triggered Angie’s quickening ecstatic spasms. Finally, as

Angie stiffened and moaned loudly, I released my load of semen into the

depths of Angie’s hungry vagina.

Lolita almost stumbled as she turned to sit on the edge of the tub,

catching her breath. I panted, catching my own breath, and Angie lay

there, still blind to the world, recovering her wind. Lolita reached

over and removed the blindfold, and Angie’s gaze followed the enema hose

up to the empty bag, then down to her distended belly, now full with the

refreshing peppermint solution.

Lolita and I helped Angie out of the tub and on to the toilet, where we

left her to expel.

It was nearing midnight, and I had a long busy Monday waiting for me. I

got dressed, as did Lolita, who donned a black “baby doll” and topped it

with the black peignoir I had bought. Angie emerged from the spare

bedroom wearing her tank top and shorts. As we gathered at the foyer,

there was a brief moment that we were all framed in the hall mirror. All

of us had a glow about us which could only be explained by the secrets

we shared.

Out front, Lolita asked me:

“When is Marcie due back?” Marcie was my wife.

“Tuesday afternoon.” I answered.

Angie hugged me. “I wish it were Friday all over.”

“So do I, Baby.”

“No sad faces.” Lolita said, holding back a tear or two. “We’ve all had

a wonderful weekend. The memory of it is something no one can take from

us.”

“Amen.” I said.

“Amen,” said Angie, wiping a tear from her cheek.

“Let’s stay in touch.” I said.

“We will.” Lolita and Angie said, almost in unison.

Then Angie and I got in our cars and we were gone.

EPILOGUE

From: qlm@hotpost.com

To: lolita@wahoo.net

Subj: (No subject)

Dear Lolita:

I’m in shock. Please read a letter from Marcie, a transcript of which

follows:

-=Nick=-

Dear Nick:

Aunt Mavis’s funeral and the interment Wednesday went well. I saw many

of the family I hadn’t seen for a while.

Wednesday afternoon we went to Mavis’s attorney’s office where he read

her will. I don’t understand why, but it turns out that she left me the

bulk of her estate, which includes her modest home and a generous

annuity account which my late uncle Ralph set up years ago, before he

passed away.

But there’s bad news as well. Mama is beginning to show some pretty

strong symptoms of Alzheimer’s. Aunt Lucy was the first to notice it,

and she alerted me to it when she picked me up at the airport on Monday.

Mama’s doctor confirmed it for us, albeit hesitantly, as he had promised

Mama that he wouldn’t tell.

I won’t be coming home on Tuesday. I have decided to move in to Mavis’s

house, which is a stone’s throw from Mama’s. There, I’ll be at hand to

take care of her as needed.

Nick, since I started treatment for my condition, I know I haven’t been

much of a wife to you. Our sexual relationship has been non-existent,

and it’s not your fault, nor is it mine. This cursed syndrome is to

blame.

You have been generous and patient with me, and God knows how much I

appreciate it. But He also knows it would be selfish of me to keep you

hanging in suspense when there really is no hope for any improvement.

You still have many vital years to live, and it would be a shame for me

to make you stay with a virtual invalid such as myself, especially when

I can have a more useful and purposeful life here, where my roots are.

True, from all outward aspects, with medication, I lead a near-normal

life, but you and I both know the important missing aspects to our lives.

I have decided to let you go and seek a new life, in hopes that you’ll

have a happier and fuller life than that which fate has saddled you with

these last two years. I have retained Mavis’s lawyer to take care of the

legal work, so you should be hearing from him soon. As to a settlement,

all I would like to have is my jewelry and my clothes, plus a few small

items of sentimental value. A list thereof is enclosed. I have no need

for anything else that I can’t acquire here.

Nick, I know your first impulse will be to argue with me about this.

Please don’t. Think about it, and you will know that this move really is

the best for the both of us.

I wish you all the happiness you deserve. Thank you for being there for

me.

Please be happy.

Love,

(Signed) Marcie.