Five minutes later, Karen entered the room in a white, miniskirted nurse's uniform at least two or three sizes too small. She grabbed a tube of K-Y jelly from the cabinet and crossed to kneel behind me. "We'll have to loosen you up a lot for this catheter--it can be inflated to swell bigger than your fist." She eased one finger in and out of my lustful, slutty asshole, working the jelly in deeply as I squirmed in delight at her exquisite internal caress. She followed this with two fingers and more jelly, then three. Four fingers stretched me wider than I was accustomed to, and she eased them in and out slowly until my anus was relaxed enough for her to slip her fingers all the way inside, then pull them swiftly out.

"You're such a little enema pig, such a wanton anal slut, that I know you're going to love my fist inside you." She coated her hand liberally past the wristline with jelly, easing the five fingers slowly up my bung. The wide span at her third knuckles defeated her for a second, then she pushed more forcefully and I felt her whole hand slip into the end of my descending colon. She wriggled her fingers, then made a fist and pushed a few inches deeper in an exploratory fashion. She pulled back, then in deeper, back and forth until my bowels felt like they were being plowed by a jackhammer. I was about to experience another convulsion in my belly and jet my seed all over the floor when she opened her fist, gently eased her hand out of my open ass, and said, "I think you're ready now."

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "That felt so good--I'm surprised, because I'd been led to expect it to be excruciatingly painful." I wiggled my ass lustfully and added, "I can't wait to feel that catheter expand inside my ass."

She helped me to my feet and began to pull the tight rubber shorts up my legs, easing the lubed catheter tip and balloon into me before snuggling the shorts home--above the waist, my gut protruded obscenely. She then pumped on the inflator bulb until I felt the balloon inside me swell to a huge size, and locked the inflation valve on the bulb. She took me in her arms, hugging me fiercely, then dropped her hands to my ass and squeezed my cheeks wantonly. Kissing me hotly for a few minutes, she continued her caress of my slutty behind, then took her mouth away from mine and asked, "Are you ready to be filled up with my special medicine?"

"Yesss!" I hissed raggedly. "I want to feel that big load invading me until I'm about to burst."

"Lie on your back and prop your legs on the edge of the tub. Pull your pelvis up with your feet and hold your position while I get the bag ready." She ran the water steaming warm, added a half-cup of creme de menthe, attached a hose, and returned to attach the hose to the catheter. "Now, my little enema pig, we'll see how strong you are with an explosive bellyful of warm water and booze." Before I could protest, she hung the bag high, opened the clamp and, kneeling beside me, massaged my gut as the alcoholic liquid flowed into my behind.

The shorts were becoming tighter; I watched my abdomen expand, pushing helplessly against the restraining rubber. Cutting cramps began to knife through my bloated guts. I groaned, half- nauseous as the water and liquor pushed relentlessly into me.

"You're not strong enough to resist this invasion," Karen remarked. "I want you to give in to the feeling and start crying."

Automatically, tears leaped to my eyes. My belly hurt so bad I thought I'd die. Every ounce of solution which flowed into me made me feel closer to bursting. Karen was less than gentle in her massage of my distended gut, too. She kneaded me vigorously, intensifying my cramps. I continued to cry, whimpering in agony as I dizzily watched the bag flatten out.

"You can drop your ass and lie flat. I'll be right back."

I clutched my swollen gut, pulled my knees to my chest, and moaned in excruciating pain. The cramps I felt from the extended purge were threatening to rip me apart. Finally, Karen returned in a black leather corset which exposed her bush and plump ass, and pushed her breasts up and forward. Without saying a word, she straddled my face and ordered, "Eat my asshole and pussy until I come." I began to lap eagerly at her underparts, knowing I wouldn't be allowed to release the brutal load of water and booze until I'd satisfied her. The musky scent of her twat and the dirty scent of her bunghole intoxicated me, and I could feel the pole of my pecker pressing imperiously against the tight rubber of the shorts. Whenever Karen came, she battered my face with her ass and pelvis. I clutched at my gut as my cramps intensified--finally, Karen reached behind her to run her fingers over my dick through the thin rubber. I groaned as my belly gave a frightening lurch and I felt my seed eject violently from my exploding pecker. Karen stood up, grabbed a washcloth, and dabbed the sweat off my face. "How do you feel?" she asked solicitously.

"Like I'm gonna burst. Can I release this water?"

"In a minute." She assisted me into a standing position, took my hand, and led me on about ten complete circuits of every room in her apartment. "We've got to get that stuff stirred up inside you, just so it cleans you out thoroughly."

At last, we were back in the bathroom. She deflated the catheter, pulled it and the shorts to my knees, and sat me on the toilet. "Hold your water," she ordered, dropping to her knees to suck me back into erection. My gut emitted ominous rumblings as she stood, straddled me, and eased her voracious cunt onto my dick. After pumping up and down a dozen strokes, she thrust her tongue into my right ear and ordered, "Release!"

It felt so good to let go of the huge load of water that distended my stretched bowels. I farted so hard and the water shot out of me so hard I feared my asshole was going to turn inside out. Her vaginal muscles gripped me so tightly that I soon felt the itching, burning sensation of immanent orgasm. "I think I'm gonna come," I chanted over and over, feeling Karen's lips and teeth all over my upper torso. Tears flowing from my eyes, I began to tremble as she bounced up and down.

"It's okay, baby. Let it go." I grabbed her buns and held them tightly as my silver seed shot into her clenching pussy, nearly passing out when my dick had been milked dry.

She rose, rinsed the bag thoroughly, and refilled it with slightly cool water. "We've got to rinse that booze out of your innards. Wipe and lube your butt, then bend over." She reinserted the catheter and pumped it back to maximum size. Opening the clamp, she directed, "Lie flat on your belly. I'll be back when the bag's empty." She handcuffed my hands behind me so I couldn't change positions, rehanging the bag until it was at maximum height. The water flowed quickly and forcefully into my colon, pushing and stretching my plumbing until I again thought I'd burst. I looked up to see the bag hanging flat above me, moaning softly with tears in my eyes as I waited for Karen's return. I suddenly felt the sharp sting of a paddle across my buttocks; Karen's vehemence caused my body to jerk convulsively, making the huge pool of water inside me slosh back and forth. My dick was rock-hard, and, before I could stop myself, I exploded in a flush of excruciating pleasure which coated my belly with my sticky cum.

Karen sensed my loss of control and yanked me to my feet. "I was going to let you release that right away, but now I'm going to put you to bed until I'm good and ready to let you get rid of it." She pulled me into the bedroom, pushed me onto the bed, then turned me onto my left side and fastened cuffs on my ankles to keep me immobile. "I'm going to do some errands--I'll wake you when I get back." She put a pillow under my head, threw a blanket over me, and locked the door on her way out.

I was so exhausted I fell asleep almost immediately once I was alone. My dreams were filled with images of nozzles entering my behind, huge loads of water and other liquids swelling my gut to near-bursting. I don't know how much later Karen returned; the first indication of her presence was the caress of her hands on my ass. "Such soft, silky butt cheeks," she cooed, licking all over my globes. "I can see why you're so kinky--you were meant to be a woman." She straddled my ass and reached under me with both hands to knead my tortured belly. "After you release and clean up, I'm going to give you a five-gallon colonic irrigation." She undid my ankle cuffs and helped me to my feet, pushing me toward the bathroom. "I'll take off the handcuffs after I deflate the catheter and settle you on the toilet."

I moaned in anticipation as the big balloon inside me deflated and Karen tugged it gently out of my ass, pushing me onto the toilet seat. She unlocked the cuffs from my wrists and rubbed the circulation back into them. "Release," she ordered, pushing hard into my belly with both doubled fists. I groaned as I farted and cramped into total emptiness. Karen left for a minute, returning with a five-foot 50FR colon tube. Leaving me on my back in the tub, she relubed my bottom hole and began to ease the rounded end of the tube into me. I was instantly erect, and she nodded approvingly, remarking, "That's a very good sign." She attached a faucet fitting to the other end of the tube, ran the water to the desired warmth, and secured the fitting to the faucet.

The water flowed powerfully into my freshly empty ass--I watched my gut inflate visibly, growing larger than it had ever been before. I felt dizzy and nauseous, and I belched convulsively as the endless water continued to fill me. "Oh, fuck, I think I'm gonna explode. Can I rest for a while, Karen?"

"Sure," she replied, concern in her eyes. She shut off the water, pinched the end of the tube off the fitting, and plugged it with a rubber stopper.

"How much is inside me?" I regarded my hugely swollen paunch fearfully, clutching it as a giant cramp knifed through me.

"Three gallons--more than halfway done."

"Does it always hurt this badly?" I had tears in my eyes as I cradled my huge potbelly.

Karen gently kneaded my abdomen, brushing against my bursting dick as she did so. "Actually, it could hurt a lot worse if I'd lubed the tube with soap--I saw a guy throw up and pass out once when I did that, before a gallon was in him." She patted my gut, took my dick in hand, and inquired, "Do you

feel nauseous?"

"Yes," I replied, putting my right hand against my mouth.

"Here," she replied, "open your mouth." I felt her finger slide past my palate, forcing me to gag violently. Moving away, she said, "Get rid of it all. The purpose of such a treatment is to purge the poisons from the full length of your alimentary canal. Once your stomach is empty, we can run in the last two gallons and see how long you can hold your tummy wash."

Once I was through vomiting, she scrubbed my face with a wet cloth, soaked up the vomitus with sponges and rinsed them in the sink, ran warm water for the rest of my treatment in the tub, and reattached my tube to the fitting. The warm water felt so soothing invading new areas of my digestive tract that I relaxed despite the excruciating cramps created by the enormous volume.

Finally, she shut off the taps, detached and replugged the tube, tossed the fitting aside, and straddled me. I clutched my belly convulsively as she lowered her dripping slit onto my bursting prick. "You'll have to hold it until after I make you come." She eased up and down slowly, enticing me with her moist warmth so that I almost forgot the huge load of water which made me look burstingly pregnant.

Gradually, Karen sped up until she was bouncing furiously on my lap, her open mouth panting to match my cries of lust and agony. Impulsively, I rubbed some of the lubricant from her cunt onto the thumb and forefinger of my left hand, then slid them into the star of her open asshole. She howled in ecstasy, her cunt muscles snapping around my prick to drive me to orgasm as well. After disengaging us, she stood and directed, "Now get to the toilet. I'm going to measure your gut before you release." She held the tape around my middle, whistling when she joined the ends. "Fifty-nine inches. I hope the delivery is successful, Paula." She laid the tape aside and began to ease the large tube out of my butt; its passage caressed my prostate and I shot another load of cum when the end pulled out.

I couldn't expel right away--I was sure I'd explode. Karen got the hint and slid two soapy fingers up my bung. "Bear down--I'll help you expel." She pressed hard against my belly as the water began its spattering exit of my dangerously distended gut. She looked lovingly into my eyes, kissed me gently, and continued to press deeply into my abdomen. "How do you feel?"

"Clean and fresh, but I wonder if I'll have an accident later from the water my colon will invariably retain."

"We can fix that," she remarked, crossing to the medicine cabinet as the huge load of water continued to issue from my open behind.

Sitting on my lap, she wrapped her arms around me and rocked me as the water shot out of me. Once I was empty, she helped me into the shower, turned on the spray, and scrubbed me squeaky clean. I returned the favor for her, then she drew me into a tender hug and bathed my tonsils with the insinuating length of her tongue.

After we turned off the taps and toweled each other dry, Karen put me on my hands and knees again. "Spread your cheeks, Paula. Here's some insurance you won't shit your pants from the water your colon absorbed." She slid a finger coated with K-Y up my ass, massaged my prostate, then withdrew the finger and replaced it with a super-maxi tampon. "Since you're having your period, I'll make some nice hot tea and heat up a bowl of soup. Come out to the kitchen with me."

After she started the soup and tea water, she sent me back to the bedroom to don the corset, pastel blue panties, bra, and garterbelt, sheer nylons, and the red shorts and a frilly pink top.

When I returned, she handed me the soup, set down a cup of tea beside me, and said, "Eat the soup before it's cold. The tea has some absinthe in it to make you sleepy. When you're done, go lie down on my bed, and I'll join you in a minute."

I attacked the soup hungrily--it was chicken noodle, my favorite, and I demolished the big bowl in a few minutes, then sat sipping my tea. By the time I finished it, I was feeling plenty drowsy, so I went up to Karen, kissed her gently, and walked back to the bedroom to flop out on her bed.

I lay down wearily, feeling my stomach rumble as the nourishing fluids went through my system. My bowel still rang from the huge colonic which had distended it earlier, and I silently thanked Karen's judgment in inserting the tampon in my ass. I had nearly dozed off when she entered the bedroom, unbuttoned the tight red shorts and slid them off me, at last taking me into her arms for a warm embrace and a deep kiss.

"I just love playing with your ass and expanding your belly with my medical treatments. Part of the excitement is seeing you get turned on." Directing me to roll over, she pressed her crotch against my ass and circled my waist with her arms, rubbing my corseted belly with one hand while she jerked my dick to orgasm with the other. The last thing I remember was the secure pressure of her hands against my belly as I drifted into sleep.

Waking, I felt Karen's hands massaging my belly again--as her mouth came to my left ear, I felt her hot breath and heard her say, "I'm going to take you to the bathroom, pull this tampon, and check to see how clean your bottom hole is. And then . . . . " Her voice dropped off as she thrust her tongue lewdly into my ear. One hand caressed my rapidly tumescing organ as the other pulled my panties down to squeeze my fanny lasciviously.

She helped me to my feet and we walked to the bathroom. As I bent over the toilet, she held a wad of bathroom tissue behind my obscenely jutting rear while she tugged at the tampon string with her other hand. As the cotton plug came out of my ass, I erupted with an involuntary fart. "Do that again and I'll wash you out with soap," she warned, dabbing my ass dry with the tissue before wrapping it around the tampon, then throwing the whole mess away.

I heard water running, still crouched over the toilet seat. After several minutes, I saw Karen wrestling the filled sitdown bag over to place it on the shower floor. When she returned to my side, she wore rubber gloves, and I felt her fingers part my behind. She slid a finger coated with K-Y between my cheeks, insinuated it in and out, withdrew, and replaced it with two fingers coated with the cool lubricant. As she performed this operation, she kissed me, thrusting her tongue deeply into my mouth. "I just love fucking your butt with my fingers," she breathed into my ear. "I know how hard it makes you, and it prepares your hungry ass for my ministrations." She withdrew her two fingers, relubed them and a third one, and continued her penetration of my lustful behind, massaging my prostate exquisitely as she continued. "Now take your hands and spread your cheeks apart as wide as you can get them." As I complied, she removed her fingers, relubed them, and thrust four fingers into my open sphincter. "Instead of the standard nozzle on the sitdown special, I've got a inflatable nozzle with a special adapter that will attach to the bag. I'm gonna fill your tummy, then take you shopping and to see a screening of a new porno movie." She eased her fingers out of my bung, swatted me sharply on the tush, and directed, "Bend over by the tub and I'll install the inflatable nozzle."

I assumed my humiliating position, held my cheeks wide apart, and waited. Soon, I felt the narrow tube of the inflatable nozzle lead, followed by the deflated balloon, being pushed slowly into my tush. Two bursts of air and the balloon swelled to maximum size. At Karen's direction, I squatted in the shower over the bag as she unscrewed the standard nozzle, threaded on the fitting which was connected to the inflatable nozzle, then slowly lowered my weight onto the monstrously full bag.

The water began to shoot forcefully into my belly; Karen got on her knees, facing me in the shower, met my lips with hers, and kissed me passionately as the water continued to fill me. With one hand, she began to knead my expanding abdomen, whispering, "I know this is gonna hurt, but think how hard your dick's gonna be when we get this all inside you. I plan to make you come at least once in the bookstore and at least twice or so at the movie." She continued to knead my expanding gut as she thrust her tongue back into my mouth.

Finally, she stood, helped me to my feet, squeezed the last of the water out of the bag into my overfull bowels, closed the bottom clamp on the inflatable nozzle lead, and put the bag in the shower to soak.

She dressed me in a pair of black silk panties, a red ciré garterbelt with fishnet nylons, breast forms, a black silk bra, knit top in a coral shade, and a tight gray wool knee-length skirt with zipper sides which opened to the hip. Directing me to load the bong and take a few hits as I waited in the kitchen, she then disappeared to get herself dressed.

She returned ten minutes later, clad in skintight black leather jeans, a lowcut denim top which bared her midriff and exposed her deep cleavage, and a matching leather jacket. Taking the bong from me, she loaded and smoked several hits, returned it to me for a final hit, then took my hand and led me out to her car.

At the bookstore, she planted us by the display of magazines and books related to female domination and klismaphilia. As we examined the new titles, she stroked my crotch through the skirt. After selecting what we wanted, she led me over to the novelty section. "Look at that!" she exclaimed. I followed her pointing finger to regard a vibrating plug with an air bulb attached. "It's inflatable," she added. Turning my face to her, she demanded, "Doesn't that look like fun, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," I stammered.

She also selected a sixteen-inch long flex nozzle with a button tip, a one-inch thick colon tube of five feet in length, several dozen French ticklers, a stroking vibrator ten inches long and two inches thick, and several pairs of textured pantyhose in assorted colors, all the while stroking me through the skirt, to the point that I ejaculated copiously as she handed money to the cashier.

Leading me to the car, she asked, "How do you feel?"

"Horny as hell--but I think I'm gonna explode." I clutched my belly protectively as I said this. "Can't I release this before the movie?"

"No way--you'll enjoy it more if you're in agony. Get in--we don't want to be late."

We were fortunate not to get a speeding ticket as we flew to the theater. My seat belt constricted me brutally whenever Karen braked at a stoplight--four in all--but we got to our destination without mishap.

Inside the nearly-packed theater, she led me up to the front row of seats in the balcony, sat me down, and directed, "Unzip both sides of your skirt all the way up." As I complied, she shucked off her jacket. Taking a closer look at her, seated next to me, I realized she looked fuller about the middle than I'd noticed on leaving the house. Noticing my stare, she explained, "Before dressing, I sneaked in and filled myself up with about three and a half quarts, just to keep you company. You'll see the method to my madness when the movie begins."

Placing a hand between my legs, she caressed my genitals slowly as the house lights dimmed. From the screen, we could see a lovely young brunette lying in bed, masturbating lazily. Her moaning was interrupted by the entrance of her mother, who began berating her for not finishing her housecleaning chores while the older woman shopped for groceries. Ignoring the younger woman's protests, the mother, a statuesque, zäftig, auburn-haired martinet clad in a tube top and skintight jeans, grabbed the girl's wrists and pulled her to the bathroom. Bending her over the rim of the tub, she tied the girl's ankles, then secured her wrists to the tub taps.

The mother then paddled her daughter's ass furiously with a wire-bristled hairbrush, until the tender skin was red and broken with numerous lacerations. Donning rubber gloves, she plunged three fingers of her right hand into a jar of Vicks, then pushed them up the girl's backside one by one. Once the girl's sphincter was loosened up, oblivious to her moans of agony at the fiery invasion, the mother filled a three-quart bag with two packets of Castile soap and near-scalding water, and attached a huge plug nozzle to the tube. She then thrust the Vicks-coated plug up the girl's ass, opened the clamp, and the water began its soapy, gurgling invasion of the girl's colon. She screamed, cried bitterly, and protested at this harsh treatment, until her mother lost patience and stuffed a pair of her own soiled panties into her mouth. The mother then took the bag, which had been hung on the shower curtain rod, and squeezed it to force the remainder of its contents quickly into the girl's bursting bowels.

As we watched this, Karen brought her lips to mine as she squeezed my dick more forcefully. She tongue-fucked my mouth until her fingers brought me off again, then brought her hand to my mouth, ordering me to lick her hand clean of my jism. "Pretty hot, huh?" she asked.

"Too hot--you were right about us preparing for this in the way we did." I planted a tender kiss on her lips before we returned our attention to the screen.

By this time, the mother had closed the valve at the end of the plug, rinsed the bag of soap and, refilling it with scalding water, untied her daughter and led the girl downstairs to finish her housecleaning chores. The girl's normally flat stomach bulged painfully as she worked strenuously with a vacuum cleaner, broom, and mop, her hair soaked with sweat and limp by the time she completed her chores.

Finally, the mother led her back upstairs to the master bathroom, sat her on the toilet and kneaded her belly roughly, then forced her to squat just inches above the toilet as she tugged the plug roughly out of her tush. The girl spat out her distasteful gag and gave vent to uninhibited crying as the purged contents of her gut spattered into the toilet accompanied by cramping from the chemical abrasion induced by the soap. The mother wiped her bottom dry, first with toilet tissue, then with a rough, damp sponge, washed the plug nozzle, lubed it with K-Y and reinserted it up the girl's ass, and directed her to lie in the tub as she filled it with warm water. Once the water, silky with bath salts, covered the girl's torso, the mother attached the tube from the bag to the plug nozzle, opened both valves, and hung it on a towel rack to drain the water slowly into her daughter's gut.

The girl writhed and moaned as the water filled her, thrashing about in the tub as her mother looked down at her smugly and gave her a severe lecture. When the bag was empty, the older woman closed both clamps, detached the hose from the plug lead, and washed the bag and hose carefully. Ordering the girl to scrub herself thoroughly, she hung the bag and hose and exited the bathroom.

When she returned, the water was draining out of the tub while the girl toweled herself dry, her swollen belly in clear view. As she stepped out of the tub, a sudden cramp caused her to seize her abdomen in agony. Her mother smiled, led her to the toilet, and eased the plug from her rear before settling her on the seat. The mother disappeared again as the girl completed her noisy expulsion. The girl then wiped her bottom and returned to the toilet to await her mother's return.

The older woman led the girl back into her bedroom and directed her to lie down on a heavy towel centered on the bed. She ordered the girl to lift her legs, patted baby powder on her sore anal region, then lubed the girl's rectum with baby oil. She eased a inflatable nozzle nozzle into her daughter's ass, connected it to a five-quart bag suspended from a medical rack standing beside the bed, inflated the balloon, and opened the clamp. She lay the girl on her left side, knees drawn up to her chest, and began teasing her vaginal lips and clitoris with a vibrator as the huge load of club soda began its journey into the young woman's insides.

We were both panting as we watched this incredibly erotic scene unfold before our eyes--Karen's right hand caressed my stone ache of manhood as my left hand stroked the bulge of her crotch through her leather jeans. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out when we get home," she breathed hotly into my ear.

"I'm gonna come pretty soon if you keep that up," I said weakly, looking into Karen's eyes. Her only response was to thrust her tongue into my mouth and speed up her fondling of my throbbing meat. I followed suit with the busy fingers of my left hand on her plump pubic mound.

On the screen, the girl was writhing and screaming in ecstasy at her mother's ministrations with the vibrator, her belly puffing visibly outward as the effervescent invasion continued to fill her bowels. When the bag hung empty, her mother closed the clamp, detached the hose from the inflatable nozzle lead, wheeled the rack out of the room, and returned to join her daughter on the bed. They engaged in a wild sixty-nine as the film faded to music, while Karen and I both exploded in orgasm at that exact moment. We took a few minutes to adjust our clothing, rose, and headed for the car.

Back at Karen's house, we brought in our purchases, laid them out on the kitchen table, loaded the party bowl on the bong, and passed it back and forth as we scanned the new magazines and books we'd purchased. Aroused again, Karen took my hand and led me into the bedroom. We leisurely removed our clothes, tongues searching and hands pawing, then she got on her hands and knees on the bed, directing, "Do me doggie style."

I eased my rod between her swollen, dripping labia, slid in to the hilt, and back out. Her cunt was a moist pit of fire, incredibly tight from the compression in her nether passage and belly. "I'm so hot, lady. I never want to stop fucking you."

"Give it to me hard!" she shouted, and we began to move together. Time was suspended as our passion grew, until I felt the beginning of that familiar tingle at the base of my spine and warned Karen, "I think I'm about to come!" I reached to her crotch to fondle her clit with my right hand.

"Now!" she screamed, bucking and moaning as her climax hit her half a second before my seed boiled from my balls deep into her overheated vagina. After another dozen strokes, we collapsed in each other's arms, spent, sated, waterlogged, and lethargic from the heavy loads of water we still retained. Shaking and shivering, we hugged, kissed, and fondled each other lazily and tenderly before pulling down the comforter and wrapping it around us, still locked together as slumber overtook us.

Hours later, I woke feeling nauseous. As I started to disengage myself from Karen, she woke, looked at me groggily, and asked, "What's going on?"

"I've got to get rid of this water or I'm going to be sick." I clutched my bloated gut in misery as a wave of cramps seized me.

Karen, her eyes misty with concern, said, "I'll come with you. After we're done, we can grab some breakfast and go back to bed." She got up and waddled toward the bathroom, her swollen belly jiggling sensuously as I followed her.

As I squatted over the toilet she deflated the inflatable nozzle and eased it out of my tush, then eased me to the seat. Seeing my new erection, she swung onto my lap and engulfed my manhood with her warm vagina. "Fuck!" she cried, writhing as my bone penetrated her. "I'm coming already." I grabbed her breasts as handholds while she rocked up and down on my staff. Before I was through expelling my purge, she'd come three more times, and I jetted my burning seed against the wall of her cervix as she hit a final climax. As I rose to wipe, she remarked, "I'm starting some water and bath oil in the tub. We can scrub each other off when I'm done on the toilet."

After rinsing both Inflatable nozzle, I knelt in front of her, mouthing her nipples and manipulating her clit as she emptied noisily. "So good," she moaned, her eyes full of tears as she orgasmed repeatedly. After wiping, she took my hand and led me to the bathtub filled with hot water and silken suds. We sat facing each other, and Karen drew me into a tender embrace and a deep soul kiss before we began scrubbing each other. "I know Tricia might get jealous of me saying this, Paul, but I think I'm falling in love with you."

"There's no think about it in my book, Karen. I am in love with you." We held each other for a timeless moment, then began tenderly scrubbing each other, taking special care to get our genitals and anal regions squeaky clean.

Afterwards, we stood in the kitchen passing the bong as breakfast cooked, then fell to a gargantuan feast of huevos rancheros, garlic toast, Cajun sausage, Irish coffee, and, for dessert, a big banana split. Groaning from overeating, we rinsed and stacked our debris in the dishwasher, started it, smoked a few bongs, put away our purchases, and headed into the bedroom with our books and magazines, naked under our long bathrobes.

After rearranging the comforter on the bed, we laid our robes on a chair, and Karen took the tape measure off the headboard after ordering me to don the red shorts I'd worn before. Stretching the measure around my belly, she whistled, "You're running 42 inches. Good work." She patted my bulging paunch, handed me the measure, and I whistled. "What?"

"39 inches, Karen." We fell onto the bed in each other's arms.

Lips devouring lips with moist hunger, we drank deeply from our mutual need, hands stroking flanks, shoulders, backs, and buttocks in an agonized ecstasy of tenderness and passion which brought a flush to our naked skin despite the slight chill of the room. I moved my mouth slowly down to Karen's neck as she kneaded my nether cheeks sensuously, trailing tongue kisses down to the opulent perfection of her heavy breasts. She responded by stroking the insides of my thighs, always approaching but never touching my genitals.

After nipping and sucking her huge, cherrylike aureolae into throbbing erection, I resumed my tongue trail down the rounded softness of her belly, twirling my tongue in and out of the deep concavity of her navel. Her hands returned to my ass, squeezing as she inched her fingers closer, ever closer, to the star of my sphincter. I ran my tongue down her lower belly, stopping when I reached the crisp curls of her pubic mane. As she insinuated a finger slowly into my behind, I trailed kisses lower to the plump externality of her labia majorae, tracing all edges of the opening with my tongue before sliding it slowly inside to sample the tart honey of her vaginal nectar. Her finger slid further up my moon as I stabbed my tongue in and out of her sopping womanhood, then slid out equally as slowly as I flicked intermittently at her clitoris, feeling her little boat-dwelling man engorge on the rare attacks I gave it with my tongue.

By this time, she was trailing kisses down my belly and towards my groin as she pumped her finger in and out of my lustful asshole. Her ragged breathing informed me of her helpless condition, and I trailed my tongue below her vagina, along her perineum, and along the outer edges of her own anus. I gently eased my tongue into her puckered rosebud and then--oh, ecstasy--I felt her finger withdraw from my bung to be followed by her own insinuating tongue. We resumed the hand travel over one another's bodies as we tenderly rimmed the other's back passages, panting and crying as we neared the point of no return.

Suddenly, Karen withdrew her tongue, drew my aching erection into her mouth to cover it copiously with saliva, and pulled away from me. Chagrined, I followed her with my eyes as she heaped several pillows in the center of the bed, positioned herself on them with her sweet fanny raised high in the air, and pulled her thighs back against her shoulders, murmuring softly, "Come here and take my ass." I crawled up to her on hands and knees, guiding my steelhard phallus to the moist star of her rectum, then pushed slowly and carefully into its delicious tightness. I expected more resistance somehow, and was surprised when my aching dick slid all the way in. Mouth against my ear, she breathed hotly, "Fuck my ass hard. I want to feel it like I've never felt it before." As if to demonstrate, she grasped my hips, pushed me away until only my head remained in her nether passage, then pulled me quickly back to impale her completely.

"Oh, God!" she whimpered. "Feels so wonderful."

Taking my cue, I grasped the soft flesh of her moons and began to move forcefully back and forth, slamming my meat into her open behind with all the torque I could command from my hips and thighs. "Karen," I cried, "I can't keep this up for long. Your ass is just too sweet, too tight, for me to avoid losing it soon."

As I slammed in and out of her round, succulent bottom, I watched as she applied busy fingers to her clit, and heard her say, "Bite my nipples hard, Paul." I assaulted her swollen nipples brutally, then heard her scream, "Now!" as she plunged her right index finger into my bung, filling her colon with my semen as her orgasmic contractions rocked us across the bed.

End of Chapter 2

By Spacebum