Lolita's Tale...

I put my damp Bikini back on, as Nick re-donned his trunks, then we both

went back to our respective bedrooms. I took a quick shower, then put

some shorts and a tank top on, after brushing my teeth. I proceeded back

down to the kitchen to see Angie and Beth sitting at the table, in front

of a pair of mugs of coffee. I drew myself some, and doctored it as

usual.

"Good morning!"

"...Morning." said Beth, while Angie mumbled something unintelligible.

"G'morning." said Nick, as he walked in and headed straight for the

coffee pot. He wore his typical informal business wear.

"You are going out?" I asked.

"Yeah..." he replied.”I have an appointment with a client...some

follow-up work. I shouldn't be gone more than a couple of hours.” He

sat, sipped his coffee, and then lit a cigarette.

I got up and retrieved a couple of slices of bread, which I put in the

toaster, then went to get some butter.

"Have you gals eaten?" I asked. Then to Nick: "Want something to eat?"

"Not for me." said Nick.

"Not hungry." said Beth.

"Ditto." said Angie, rubbing her stomach.

I immediately understood.

"Okay." then I addressed Angie: "Would you like..."

"I think so." she interrupted.

Nick looked at his watch. "Gotta run." He gulped down his coffee, then

stood up. "I'll be back in a while." He bent down and kissed Lolita,

then Angie. He winked at Beth, who merely nodded. Then he left.

There was a moment of silence. Then I spoke again:

"You need a wash-out?" I looked at Angie.

"Yeah," she replied. "I must have eaten something that's stopping me up."

"Wash-out?" asked Beth.

"An enema." I said.

"What's an enema?" she asked.

I looked at Angie.

"We never had them when we were kids." She said, adding: "You gave me my

first one in the hospital, remember?"

"I remember."

"What's an enema?" asked Beth, insistently.

"Sometimes we eat something which causes us to become constipated." I

explained, "One way, the best way, I think, to solve that problem is to

wash out the inside of the lower intestine. That's called an enema."

I reflected for a moment, and then continued.

"If you want to become a nurse, this is as good a time as any to learn

about enemas, and how to give them." I looked at Angie. "What do you

think?"

Angie addressed her sister: "She's right."

"I...d...don't know..."

"It's easy," said Angie, "And Lolita's a great teacher." Then she said,

almost in a whisper: "And it can be fun, too, if you want."

"O...Okay" said Beth, finally.

So the three of us went to the exam/birthing room, which had so far been

unused. The exam table stood there, a sheet draped over it. I directed

Angie to go retrieve her and my enema bags, and, while she did this, I

broke out a brand new one from a supply cabinet. I used a permanent

marker to put a little 'B' near the top.

"This is your bag to use whenever you feel like it." I said to Beth, as

I assembled the components.

Angie came back with our bags from upstairs.

"Let's see now..." I started, "Who shall we do first?"

"Why not me?" said Angie. "That way, Beth can see how simple it is."

"Okay." I said.

"Then, I'll help you with Beth's enema," Angie continued, "Then she and

I can do yours." That last was said with a twinkle in her eye.

I gave Angie a look of understanding, then nodded. "Okay. That sounds

good to me."

I showed Beth how to prepare an enema bag. I used Castile peppermint

soap and a dash of salt. As Beth and I prepared the equipment, Angie

slipped her clothes off and climbed on the table. I broke out a bowl

with hot water and let the tube of K-Y soak in it for a couple of

minutes. Then I donned a pair of Latex gloves.

"Ready?" I asked Angie.

"Yes, Ma’Am." she smiled.

Then I stopped and thought for a minute. "I think we ought to use the

stirrups." I said. "Do you mind?"

Angie smiled back at me. "You're the doctor...er...nurse."

I showed Beth how to bring the stirrups to bear on the exam table, and

then I helped Angie position her legs. She cooperated cheerfully. Next,

I dispensed a dollop of warm K-Y on to my finger.

"Okay, dear, here we go."

As I touched Angie's anus, she bore down for me so my finger could slip

in easily. She sighed as I rubbed her rectum a bit, spreading the

lubricant. After lubricating the douche nozzle, I removed the greasy

glove and donned a fresh one.

"Here we go." I said, and Angie once more bore down as I inserted the

nozzle in her back door. As before, she sighed as she felt the welcome

invasion.

"Ready for the water?" I looked at Angie. She smiled and nodded. I

opened the tubing clamp., and Angie gave a mild gasp as the warm soapy

solution began its flow into her bowel. All this time, I quietly

explained to Beth what I was doing, and gave her technique pointers.

As the bag began to visibly shrink, Angie let out a little gasp.

"Cramp?" I asked.

"'S'okay" Angie replied, then taking a deep breath. I reached and began

a circular massage of her lower belly.

"Ooh...Good..." murmured Angie, eyes closed. The bag continued to

shrink, and once again, Angie signaled a cramp. I stopped the flow for a

minute, and massaged her belly some more. Then at Angie's signal, I

re-started the flow. After a couple of more minutes, the bag was empty.

"Now we hold the solution for about ten minutes, so that it can soften

up the stuff that's stuck inside." I noted the time on the wall clock.

Beth spoke up. "How does it feel?"

"There's some pressure, some fullness, and except for the occasional

cramps, it feels good." said Angie.

"You said it could be fun..." said Beth.

"Yes, it can." I said. "You'll see when I get my enema."

I looked over at Angie, who smiled mischievously. I saw that her labia

were starting to glisten with moisture. The ten minutes passed quickly,

and I removed the nozzle from Angie's rectum, then Beth and I helped her

off the table, so she could go expel her solution. On her return, a

fresh bag with clear saline was waiting for her. I explained to Beth

that the bowel should be rinsed for the procedure to be complete.

This time, Angie didn't display any discomfort, and took the entire bag

without a hitch, with exception of the fact that she spent the entire

time fingering her clitoris as we watched. The myriad of coos and sighs

uttered by Angie, as well as the physical signs of excitement, naturally

ignited a flame within me as I observed both Angie and Beth, as she

reacted to her sister's activities. I could see Beth as her breathing

quickened, and as she became flushed, rapt in the picture presented to

her by her sibling. But it was all over too soon, as the rinse bag ran

dry, and with Angie having enjoyed three self-administered orgasms. It

was a letdown for me when Angie asked for the nozzle to be removed.

As Angie voided her bowel, I asked Beth: "Are you ready?"

Beth blushed. "Um...I don't..."

"Honey, there's nothing to be afraid of," I said, "but if you feel as

though you're not ready, I understand, and I won't push the issue."

"Um.... Gee.... I..."

She came and put her forehead against my shoulder. I stroked her hair.

"Okay, Baby," I murmured, "Okay."

Angie walked back in the room and saw Beth and me in an embrace.

"You okay, Sissie?"

Beth looked up then backed away.

"Everything's fine."

She then began taking her clothes off. Angie looked over at me and I

glanced back with a surreptitious wink.

Once bare, Beth approached the table, and Angie assisted her in getting

to the right position while I prepared a mild soapy bag for her. Even

though the bag looked full, I knew it was about one-third short of its

capacity. I donned a fresh pair of gloves and lubricated the douche tip,

which I left dangling from the stand. Angie stood at the head of the

table, gently massaging her sister's shoulders. Beth looked at me as I

approached her, an unsettled look on her face. I gave her a warm smile.

"This is going to be simple and easy." I said. "You'll see."

"Um...Okay."

Beth stiffened before I even touched her with my lubricated finger.

"Relax, Sissie!" said Angie. "It's going to be just fine." She kissed

her sister on the forehead, and resumed her massage.

I saw that Angie's reassuring words had an effect, and finally touched

my finger to Beth's anus.

"Push down for me, Dear." I said, and Beth complied.

My finger slipped in easily and Beth gasped, wide-eyed, at the new

sensation. She stiffened briefly again, but once more relaxed, as she

realized that there was no pain.

"You OK?" I asked.

"Um... it's...different."

"Yes it is." I replied. "You're doing just fine."

I removed my finger after distributing the K-Y. Then I removed my right

glove and put on a fresh one.

"Okay," I said. "Now here comes the nozzle."

"Okay." Beth smiled nervously.

I pressed the nozzle against Beth's anus and she obediently bore down,

making insertion easy. As the nozzle went in, she winced mildly.

"Okay?"

Beth nodded.

"Here comes the water." I said, and adjusted the clamp to a slow flow.

Beth's first reaction was a mild gasp, but then she smiled a bit, then

willed herself to relax, eyes closed. Angie continued her rubbing of her

sister's shoulders, pausing occasionally to switch and rub Beth's

temples and to stroke her head.

A gasp. "Owee!"

"Take deep breaths, Honey," I said, "and try to relax." I began a

massage of Beth's belly, striving to get the water past the impacted

matter. After a few breaths, I saw the tension fade in Beth's face.

Angie bent down and kissed her sister full in the mouth, then reached

over and cupped Beth's breasts, gently pinching her sister's already

erect nipples. I saw moisture beginning to form on Beth's labia as her

breathing deepened. The bag continued draining, and began to collapse.

Beth reached down towards her vulva.

"Um...Can I..."

"Of course you can!" I said. "Enjoy yourself!"

As I watched Beth making tentative moves on her clitoris, I felt the

urgency reawaken within me, and my gloved hands began a massage of my

breasts. My own breath quickened and I found myself in synch with Beth.

I watched the bag collapse fully, and noted the time on the wall clock.

Beth's fingers played upon her clitoris with more and more urgency, as

her breathing quickened and she let out occasional gasps, coos, and

moans. As the requisite ten minutes passed, I was gratified to watch

Beth experience two orgasms.

As she caught her breath, she asked: "Almost done?"

"Baby, you ARE done!" I said. "Time for you to go potty." And I removed

the nozzle.

Beth displayed mild surprise as Angie helped her from the table.

"That was...um...nice." she remarked, then hurried to the toilet.

I asked Angie to prepare her sister's rinse, then went up to the closet

in the top suite and retrieved the vibrating double strap-on that we

kept among our toys. Beth was still in the bathroom when I returned.

Angie saw me place the strap-on on the counter, covering it with a green

cloth. She looked at me questioningly.

"When you do my enema." I said, simply. Angie nodded, then winked, just

as Beth returned to the room.

"Do I get a rinse now?" she asked.

"You get a rinse now." I said, as I donned gloves.

Almost enthusiastically, and with Angie's help, Beth climbed back on the

table. Once her legs were back on the stirrups, she said:

"Okay!"

It was obvious that she had overcome her fears and had genuinely enjoyed

her first enema. I felt gratified at having had something to do with

that. I applied K-Y to the nozzle once more, and once more made sure

that my finger was well greased.

"Ready?"

Beth's still-bruised eye winked at me. "Ready!"

As I touched her anus, Beth once more bore down for me, and I easily

inserted my finger. I gently twisted my hand, and was surprised when

Beth reached down and placed her hand over mine, signaling that she

didn't want it removed --just yet. She sighed as I continued the

internal massage for a few moments longer. Finally I moved to retract my

finger, and she reluctantly allowed it. The nozzle went in next, just as

easily, and I announced that the water was forthcoming. There was no

response from Beth, as she had busied herself at suckling her sister's

breasts, as Angie stood, making them available to her, letting out her

own mewls of pleasure.

I turned the water on, once again at a slow rate of flow, and then took

the liberty of playing with Beth's fully wet labia, eventually gaining

access to her little nubbin. Beth shifted, thrusting her vulva towards

my hand. I longed to taste Beth's essence, and therefore took that

chance and replaced my fingers with my tongue. I could hear moans of

pleasure that emanated from my 'patient'. This continued, as I

concentrated on delivering laps of pleasure to Beth's clitoris. She

reacted with moans and animal growls, and I heard Angie's reactions to

Beth's attention to her breasts. Angie had one hand on Beth's breast,

the other attending to her own clitoris's hunger. And as I busied my

tongue, my hand was also attending to its own business at my own inner

thighs. Time was a blur, and I don't recall noting when the enema bag

achieved a full collapse. But the three of us did achieve and overrun

our own plateaus, and finally we stopped. Beth was slick with sweat and

Angie was flushed. I felt the weakness that comes after that wonderful

strain of orgasm, as I backed away.

"I need to go potty..." Beth murmured, finally.

Angie and I helped her up and allowed her to go. However, before she

left, she stopped to embrace me and she kissed me fully and deeply in

the mouth.

"Thanks." Beth said, quietly, and left the room.

While I prepared my own enema bag, Angie and I talked.

"Your sister has certainly made a change."

"I had a long talk with her last night, stressing the nature of our

relationship, and demonstrating that sex is not dirty, nor is it

painful, when performed with care and love." She added: "This has been a

crash course in sensuality, and she's learning fast."

"That's good." I said. "But so far, her only pleasant experiences have

been with women." That may turn out to be a habit."

"You're right." said Angie. "I wonder what's the best way to get her to

accept men."

"You mean Nick, don't you?" I said.

"Well, what better person is there?" Silence followed.

"We need to show her that Nick isn't a threat." I said. "I have an idea."

Our conversation stopped when we heard the toilet flush. I moved to the

table and climbed aboard. Angie helped guide my legs on to the stirrups.

I willed myself to relax.

To Beth I said: "Would you like to give me my enema?"

Beth hesitated. "I don't...I might hurt..."

Angie interrupted: "I'll be here to watch and to help." She added: "I

think you can do it."

"Well...If you really think so..." said Beth, hesitating.

Angie handed Beth a pair of gloves. "Here. Put these on."

Then she squeezed some K-Y on to a paper towel and dipped the douche

nozzle in it, twisting as she proceeded.

"Hold your finger up." Beth complied, and Angie dispensed some more

lubricant on to the gloved finger.

"These gloves feel strange..."Said Beth.

"Well," I said, "when you're in a medical setting, they are necessary,

but among people who know one another well, they can be dispensed with."

It took a couple of seconds for her to spot my anus, but she eventually

placed her fingertip on target. I willed my sphincter to relax, and

said: "Any time."

As I felt Beth's finger slowly invade my rectum I gave her an

encouraging sound.

"Mmmmm..."

"This feels weird," she said, "but kinda nice...warm..."

Angie was watching her sister. "Now twist your hand as you move in and

out...there, that's right."

"Mmmmm..." I moaned my pleasure again, and twitched my sphincter. Beth

took in a gasp and her eyes widened when she felt me grip her.

"I'm sorry!" she said.

"Don't be." I replied. "It feels good!"

"Okay," said Angie, "now pull it out." Beth complied.

"Now take that greasy glove off and put on a fresh one."

Beth did so, a bit awkwardly. "It's time for the nozzle, now." said

Angie.

Beth took the nozzle by the screw-on base, and once again approached me.

"How...?"

"Here," said Angie, "Put your other hand on Lolita's belly button, and

push the nozzle in her anus, as though you're aiming for your other

hand."

I felt the nozzle enter me, slowly, but not uncomfortably. The lessons I

had drilled into Angie's technique had served her well. Now she was the

teacher, and she was teaching well.

"There..." said Angie, seeing that the nozzle was properly inserted. She

looked at me, and I smiled back and winked.

"Now you can start the water." she said to her sister, then to me:

"Ready?"

"Any time." I said.

Angie showed Beth how to adjust the hose clamp as I felt the warmth of

the solution begin its course through my colon.

"Now we let the water go in."

Mine was a bigger bag than the ones we had used to do Angie's and Beth's

enemas, but as I had not expressed any intestinal problems, the solution

was plain saline with a hint of peppermint.

"Now you can give Lolita a belly rub.... Like this..."

Angie guided Beth's hands, showing her the counter-clockwise massage

technique. Beth picked it up right away.

Then Angie said: "I'll be right back." and picked up the cloth-wrapped

bundle which I had laid on the counter, as she left the room. Beth

dutifully continued her massage until I stopped her.

I reached my hand out to her and she approached me. I reached up and

pulled her to me, giving her a gentle kiss.

"You're learning just fine."

"You think so?"

I kissed her again and she tentatively reached for my breast and gently

began kneading it. I cooed my encouragement. Just then, Angie

re-entered, now wearing the strap-on toy.

"What..." said Beth, "You look like..."

"Like a man?" interrupted Angie, laughing.

"Yeah, but..."

"How do you think we manage when Nick's not around?" I asked, as Angie

approached me with the toy.

Beth stood, wide-eyed, watching as Angie entered my vagina with the

phallus and slowly began thrusting in and out.

"Here," I said, "Climb up here and let me lick you."

Beth hesitated, and then complied. Her labia were glistening with her

juices already, and I didn't have a problem parting them with my tongue,

which immediately got busy with her rapidly swelling clitoris. Beth let

out a groan, and I moaned, as Angie turned on the vibrating feature of

the dildo she sported. I next felt a pair of fingers playing with my

clitoris. I gathered that the fingers belonged to Beth, as it would be

an awkward angle for Angie. But I was blissful in the myriad of

sensations that accosted me simultaneously. Between the vibrations of

the dildo brushing against my g-spot, the increasing pressure of the

enema, the texture and aroma of Beth's clitoris and lips, and gentle

fingers teasing me at my own clitoris, I was afloat in a sea of ecstasy,

and out of control of my own body, which reacted with spasms as I

reached higher and higher plateaus of pure pleasure.

Angie's thrusting quickened, as did Beth's gyrations over my mouth, and

I could hear sighs and moans emanating from my two lovers, as they too

were wrapped in pleasant sensation. The pace soon was animal in nature,

as each of us surrendered to instinctual urges. Then, as one, the three

of us were overrun by the final release into bliss.

As we caught our breath, I was reminded that I was full, and that I

needed to void.

"Angie," I said, "Please unplug me."

She first retracted the strap-on, and then pulled out the enema nozzle.

Then Beth helped me up from the table and I walked to the toilet.

A few minutes later, I walked back in to the room to see that Angie and

Beth had tidied up, and were preparing to replace the sheet that had

covered the exam table.

"Don't cover that yet," I said, "We may not be done with the table

today."

"What do you mean?" asked Beth "Is there more?"

"Could be;" I said. "Didn't Nick eat the same lunch you all had

yesterday?"

"Yes, he did." chimed in Angie. "...Maybe he's stopped up too."

"My thoughts exactly." I said.

Beth hesitated. "I guess you can get him taken care of."

"Why not you too?" I asked.

"Um... I don't...I mean..."

I held my hand up. "I have a plan." I added: "He doesn't have to know

you're involved."