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Graduate School Games - Chapter 1

Book 3 - Part 2

I must have passed out after that, because I came to looking up at the ceiling; Karen and Rima held my legs folded back against my chest as the remainder of the huge bag drained slowly, painfully, into my distended colon. I began to hiccup with real, urgent nausea, and Karen, noting my sweat and change in facial color, began a gentle message of my swollen tummy in an effort to stimulate my bile flow. I was so full my heart was thumping in my chest, threatening to burst at the excessive stimulation to my system. Moaning in agony, I pleaded, "Please let me release this--I think I'm going to die." I continued to moan, tears sliding down my cheeks at the jagged cramps that took over my whole consciousness. The diluted coffee continued to flow into my backside and into my obscenely stretched guts; I began to belch as the initial toothpaste douche began to push at my small intestine. The ensuing snap! that signalled closure of the shutoff clamp assured me that my torment's character was about to change.

As I lay there clutching my middle, Karen and Rima still holding my legs in place, but rocking me gently to circulate the solution in my bowels and ease my cramps, I looked up to see Tricia filling the tub with hot water and bath salts. Andrea detached the inflatable nozzle from the main hose to the bag and hung the apparatus aside, then crossed to the other side of the bathroom to take something out of a drawer. She returned bearing a pair of tight-looking rubber panties, remarking, "Once the tub is ready, we'll pull the inflatable nozzle, put these on you, and put you in the tub so your troubles can float away." The other women grimaced at the bad pun, but Andrea was not to be dissuaded. "In fact, Paul(a), if you are the perfect little enema pig that you claim to be, you'll enjoy bathing in a diluted mixture of your own shit."

She slapped my swollen belly briskly, then jammed a huge vibrator with a hum like an idling diesel against my paunch. "We gotta stir this stuff up even more, make all of your shit go away." She continued to massage my belly as the sound of running water tapered off. As Karen deflated and removed the inflatable nozzle, Andy began pulling the tight rubber panties up my legs. Karen and Rima stood me up while Andy pulled the panties snug to my waist; my belly bulged out obscenely as they led me to the tub. "Now get on your knees," Andrea directed. "You need to hold a semi-squat for a few minutes while I finish the vibrator massage." I assumed the position, clutching my hugely inflated middle, and winced as Andy began running the vibrator deep into my belly flesh. Ominous gurglings emanated from my innards, and I fought wave after wave of nausea. Only when Andy hit a sensitive spot, dead center an inch or so below my navel, did I come to understand the method to her madness.

I felt my belly give a frightening lurch then, a massive fart that rang through the reaches of my dirtiest inner depths. I clutched my belly in agony as the superheated water began to exit my rear, quickly drenching the skintight rubber panties that still constricted my bulging middle. My gut rumbled and cramped spasmodically as the steamy fluid continued to explode from my overworked sphincter, a cataract that forced the last of the poison from my system. As Andrea continued the rough vibrator massage of my distended tummy, I felt my dick stirring to an immanent climax; I panted, "Oh God, Andy, keep that up and my cum will start from deep inside my bloated tummy. It's so goooddddd!" I belched in protest at the crampy pain deep inside my colon; I was still utterly stuffed, crammed full of the hydraulic cleanser that always made my dick erect and my thighs and asscheeks quiver in anticipation. A rough ride was what I craved, and Andy, Rima, Karen, and Trish were all giving it to me. I had no time to speculate about the philosophical issues connected to my preferred form of sexplay; I could only take these experiences at face value, hoping that some insight into my soul might emerge from this skewed search for pleasure in ceding control.

Andy was pressing the tip of the vibrator about an inch and a half below my navel, dead center alignment, when I felt the major lurch, deep inside my colon, traveling to my prostate and up through the shaft of my dick until I howled, "I'm cummingg!" and squirted six long, joyful spurts into the rubber panties. Andy continued to massage my bulging middle as the irrigation began to ease to a trickle. Karen and Rima began to ease the panties down off my middle, onto my crotch, my gut still jiggling from the continued massage with the gigantic vibrator. Karen and Rima assisted me to a position on my left side in the tub, legs separated so clear access to my bunghole would be possible. I clutched my now-empty gut, its clean reaches still ringing from the volume that had distended it to resemble the belly of a woman at least six months pregnant. "I think the delivery was a success," I quipped as Andy began easing the tip of the vibrator into my still-slimy anus.

"Do you know what the plan for the rest of the day is?" Andrea asked, her voice a misbegotten purr.

"I hope it's that you guys are going to fuck me half to death." I wiggled my ass in lewd invitation, feeling the vibrator tip penetrate me an inch or two. "Ohh, that's so good!"

"We're gonna make you cum . . . and cum . . . and cum," Andy replied, a lustful shiver in her laugh. "If you think your asshole and belly have been packed so far, you haven't seen anything yet." She pressed the vibrator further into my opening manhole, switching it on as she continued to press this forceful invasion. I moaned when I felt Karen's right hand on my belly, lightly stroking its normal flatness, then reaching to engird my newly-erected dick. I shivered in expectation, impatient for the rigorous assault on my asshole to begin.

"Go ahead--shove it all the way inside me, Andy," I panted, rapt in delight over the bliss churning in my rectum, prostate, and the first few inches of my descending colon. I felt wide open, stuffed with the large vibrator that soon had my prostate humming like a banjo string. I moaned in arousal, begging, "Fuck me deeper, fuck me harder, ohh--fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme . . . " I wiggled my ass as Andy thrust in and out of me, stretching my butthole wider with each stroke. Karen's caress of my aching erection had me likewise stimulated to the maximum degree, and I knew it would only be a matter of seconds before I squirted a big load of come all over my belly and her busy hand. I continued begging Andy to fuck me, conscious only of the fullness in my nether passage and the stroking fingers on my penis. Soon came the piercing sensation of utter sweetness, followed by the convulsive squirts of my thinning semen all over my belly and Karen's hand. I screamed in ecstasy, wanting the pleasure to go on forever.

"I think," Rima remarked as she removed her fingers from her glistening clit, "That we should give him the ejaculating dildo, followed by another big tummy wash." She patted my belly affectionately, adding, "For the way Karen was fattening you up during the last week or so, your middle should bulge more than it does, even with an empty colon. Oh well, I guess we'll just have to keep this here tum filled to bursting with our kinky, gut-busting treatments." She left my side to fetch her instruments of preference. Karen and Andrea placed me on all fours on the bathroom floor, spreading my asscheeks wide apart with busy hands while Trish left to get her camcorder. She and Rima returned, remarking almost in unison, "Such a lovely ass--it looks like it wants to be fucked, and fucked hard." Rima giggled, "Look how wide open its sphincter is, like it's begging to be filled." Trish responded, "It's about time we capture this on tape--something to keep him docile in case s/he starts to get a little cocky." I felt the tip of the ejaculating dildo easing into my open rear, wincing a little at its thickness, then moaning as it set a fire in my prostate. Soon, Rima was sliding it in and out of my rear, causing me to pant with arousal.

"You fuck me so good," I moaned. "Don't ever stop fucking me." I wiggled my ass in lewd abandon, shaking with excitement as the big phallic substitute continued to move in and out of me with an irresistible rhythm. I bucked backward in an effort to get the dildo deeper inside me, whining in utter need as Rima continued her relentless assault. "I want you to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me, and then come inside me, drenching my inner depths with your hot love." I could feel my ass swaying involuntarily as she continued to fuck me.

"Gonna come soon," Rima began chanting in her sexy voice. "Gonna give it all to you, then finish Tricia's video with you clutching your pregnant tummy." She pumped at an increasing rate as I felt my erection leaking precum like crazy. My panting was driving me over the edge with no stimulation to my penis, until Karen wrapped the fingers of one hand around my penis and began to pump it lustfully. Just as I was about to fall over the edge, I felt the rush of liquid flooding my bowels, as Rima screamed, "Coming--it's so good to cum in your slutty little asshole." The liquid kept coming, overly warm in a way that had me lightheaded with pleasure and increasing fullness. Karen's hand began stroking me faster, and I felt the immanent approach of my crisis when a snap! signalled that they had closed the clamp to make my treatment last longer. While Karen relaxed her grip somewhat, I felt Andrea's hand beginning to massage my swollen belly gently, marvelling at the tenderness of her touch.

I belched, feeling sodden and stuffed with the steaming water, gurgling with contentment as Andrea continued to ease my cramps with her tender touch. Consumed by sensations, I noticed Karen's fingers returning to my dick as a snap! signalled the resumption of my infusion. Rima assisted me to a position on my left side so the water could flow into new pockets of my colon--I felt the gas dissipate as she began rubbing my lower back and buttocks in time to Karen's action on my bursting erection and Andrea's caress of my tortured middle. "Uh," I belched, "I think I'm gonna explode. Is this the eight-quart bag or the ten-quart model?" I looked imploringly into Andrea's eyes as she continued to knead my hugely swollen center.

"It's ten quarts, and we're going to make you hold it for a while so Trish can finish the video before we let you release it." She squeezed harder on my soft belly flesh, setting shockwaves of cramps and nausea throughout my system. "After you release, and after your asshole is squeaky clean and kissing sweet, we're going to take turns loving you orally and digitally--but only after you get some exercise to circulate the tummy wash through your system." She picked up a vibrator and ran it across my abdomen, pressing deeply into me with an intensity that sent shivers of sensation all the way to the back of my spine. Rima's sensuous kneading of my asscheeks and Karen's relentless stroking of my shatteringly hard dick made me sure I'd squirt out a hot, forbidden load of my cum before I was completely filled.

But that didn't happen--a few minutes later, a final snap! indicated that my treatment was complete, and I looked up to see the monstrous bag hanging flat, its entire near-boiling load forced inside my hugely distended paunch. "Bear down while I pull out this dildo nozzle," Rima instructed, and I looked up to see Tricia's fiendish grin as she continued to shoot footage of me in my obscenely submissive position. Just as quickly, I felt Karen sliding a buttplug into my open bottom, then felt it expand as she pumped the inflator bulb. She and Andrea assisted me to my feet, switching on the vibrator switch to force a slow leak of preejaculate to issue from my purple penis. They seated me on an exercise bicycle and made me do twenty minutes while Andrea continued to run the buzzing vibrator roughly against my belly. Finally, I could take no more of this stimulation, and I ejaculated copiously, shooting my semen six feet across the room after Karen had stroked me just a half dozen times. I collapsed in agony against the handlebars as Karen and Andrea swabbed my face, chest, belly, and backside with a damp washcloth.

The women helped me into the bathroom, deflating the plug and easing it from my stretched bottom hole, then positioned me on the toilet, Trish following to capture the last moments of my utterly depraved humiliation on video. I began to shake with chills, certain my colon was going to rupture from the enormous pressure inside. Just when I thought I would black out, Karen wrapped her lips around my awakening erection while Andrea snaked her right hand under my buttocks to thrust a soapy finger up my hole; her fucking motion soon stimulated my release, and I groaned as the steamy water began to shoot forcefully from my rear, punctuated by wet farts and gut-wracking cramps as my colon voided itself noisily. I leaned against the toilet tank, caught up in the sensory overload of the moment; before I was through, I'd ejaculated again, shooting my silver seed deep against the reaches of Karen's rapidly swallowing throat. Rima ran the big vibrator against my deflating middle as the treatment continued to leave my body, and I felt myself becoming erect again, just moments after I'd bathed Karen's tonsils with my load. They took turns wiping me before assisting me into the shower, where all four women (once Trish got some final footage of my newly deflated gut) scrubbed me all over, taking special care to scrub my ass and genitals especially clean. After drying me with a thick towel, they patted baby powder over my penis, testicles, and anus, then lovingly rubbed oil into my private parts. Dressing me in silky panties and a teddy, they helped me to the bedroom where they settled me gently on the bed, joining me there in a group hug.

I woke some hours later, belly hollow from hunger. I rolled over onto my left side, only to find that I was lying against Tricia's soft tush; she squirmed against my crotch as I felt my penis begin stirring into erection. "It feels like you're happy to wake up next to me," she remarked. "How do you feel this evening?"

"My butthole's a little sore, and my insides feel so hollow and empty; would it be possible to eat something, sweet Mistress Tricia?" I rubbed my manhood against her voluptuous asscheeks as I put this question, and she responded by rubbing her rear against me lubriciously. "I'm hoping I'll have the energy to make love to you later, but I need to chow down in order to do that." I reached around and grasped both her plump breasts, teasing and tweaking her nipples into full erection, then trailing my hands along her sides, down her thighs, teasingly approaching but never quite contacting her crotch.

"God, Paul(a), you make me so horny when you tease me like that. I want to ride your dick all night when you get me worked up with your roaming hands." Sharp moans and gasps escaped her lips as I ran my hands back up along her flank and across her pudgy belly, then sneaked my right hand to the silky hair of her pubic mound and began stroking her glistening clitoris while returning my left hand to my stimulation of her heaving breasts. After several minutes of this treatment, she shook in preorgasmic tremors, then rose to present her wide, round white ass for my inspection. "Play with my fanny for a while, then I want to sit on your cock." I began to knead the soft yet firm flesh of her gluteii, reaching to her vulva to immerse three fingers into her cunt and saturate them with the honey that was dripping out of her sexual center. I brought my right hand back to smear the natural secretions on the star of her anus, slowly working the middle finger inside her; I began to fingerfuck that dark hole, adding fingers every few minutes until I had her stretched open with not three, but four, of my fingers, plunging them briskly in and out of her backside until a shriek escaped her lips and she trembled in a huge, shuddering orgasm. "I need your dick up my ass now," she exclaimed, lifting herself up as I spread her cheeks with both hands so she could sink down until my penis was buried in the warm snugness of her smelliest hole.

We began to rock back and forth across the bed, her up and down motions speeding up and becoming more and more forceful. For my part, I had to bite my lip in order to forestall ejecting my spunk into her caressing, grasping rectum too quickly; it felt so good to have my dick back inside the twisty reaches of her bowels that I wanted the sensation to last forever. She kept bouncing up and down on my incredibly hard penis, gasping and moaning as the friction triggered several more orgasms, until, with a sob, she screamed, "Go ahead, baby, empty your balls into my ass now." I grasped the pneumatic softness of her buttocks brutally hard, squeezing and kneading them as I pulled her savagely up and down on my root, until with an agonized shout, I felt the burning sweetness of my seed exploding forcefully into her guts, continuing to rock her up and down on my crotch for several minutes after I'd finished ejaculating, her higher- pitched ululation of bliss resounding in my ears.

As my dick began to wilt inside her tightest hole, I announced in a husky voice, "I'm going to fill your colon with my piss, just so you won't feel a forlorn emptiness when my dick pops out of your poop chute." I hosed her innards with a powerful stream that set her gasping again, and I reached around to circle her bloating middle tenderly with my arms as I continued to bathe her center with my urine. "How do you like my golden enema?" I asked, rubbing her tummy soothingly as I spoke.

"It kind of burns, but I love the feeling." She belched against the moderate pressure in her guts, then called out, "Karen, can you bring a kingsize buttplug for me? I want to lock Paul(a)'s pee inside my guts until we sit down for supper." Karen rushed in with a plug nearly four inches wide at its widest point, already lubed with K-Y jelly. Placing her hand near my crotch, she observed Trish lifting herself up and then slowly pushed the plug up the brunette's stretched-open sphincter, not stopping until the gigantic instrument of discipline was seated with a pop. Within minutes, Andrea and Rima came in with warm soapy washcloths to wipe off my dick and the crack of Tricia's ass, then we all moved, still nude, into the kitchen where Karen and Trish began a substantial supper consisting of top sirloin steaks, baked potatoes, and steamed fresh asparagus that Andy and Rima had brought over earlier.

Once everything was started cooking, Tricia came back to the dining table where I was seated and planted her luscious fanny on my lap, squirming around in an attempt to reawaken my slumbering dick. "God was that a fabulous buttfuck, lover," she cooed. "I was so horny that I couldn't carry your discipline any further until you satisfied me the way you did after your nap. Things in Chicago got so hectic and scrambly that I basically collapsed in my motel room every night, too exhausted even to masturbate." She rubbed back and forth so I could feel the flange of the plug up her ass against my penis, which was beginning to stir back into life. She turned her head to one side, lowering her voice to whisper lasciviously, "How'd you like a hot blow job before supper?" I pressed forcefully on her belly and kissed the back of her neck in assent before she got up, dropped to her knees, and began to fellate me expertly.

"Damn," Karen exclaimed. "You really are hungry for sex, aren't you, Trish?" She donned oven mitts, pulled the broiler rack from the oven, turned the steaks and potatoes, and replaced everything before coming over to join us. While Trish worshipped my dick with her voracious mouth, Karen began to kiss up and down my sides and along my chest, occasionally teasing my nipples with her tongue and teeth until they hardened into points. I began to gasp with passion, uttering lust-crazed groans that began deep in my belly and somehow became strangled cries the closer Trish and Karen brought me to climax. Finally, I croaked, "Oh my God!!" and bucked wildly on my chair as I bathed my main lover's uvula and tonsils with thick globs of my spend. She licked every trace of my semen off my dick as Karen caressed my neck and shoulders, urging me to relax.

By this time, Rima and Andy had the table set, and they placed a serving dish with the asparagus on the table next to the platters of steaks and baked potatoes. "Let's all go watch Trish expel, then we can come back and stuff ourselves before the food gets cold," Rima suggested. After we trooped into the bathroom, Rima and Karen each took one of Tricia's arms and supported her in a semi-squat just inches above the toilet, while Rima queried, "Do you want to do the honors this time, Paul(a)?" I began to ease the huge plug out of her behind at the same moment that Andy began running a large, powerful vibrator against Trish's slightly distended middle, an action which caused the short brunette to hiccup from the way the urine was being stirred around in her bowels prior to her release. Once I had the plug free, I dabbed it with a paper towel and set it in the bathroom sink, running soapy water to soak it in. When I returned to observe Trish's evacuation, she was hiccupping noisily, tears in her eyes from the burning brine which was jetting from her rear in a chain of continuous farts and gurgles. Andy was far from gentle with the vibrator, as well, stabbing it brutally hard into the brunette's pudgy middle until Trish gasped with the sensation. When no more emptying noises were audible for several minutes, Karen and Rima helped her up and began to cleanse her rear, finally wiping her clean with a soapy washcloth and half-carrying her back to the kitchen/dining room area.

All five of us practically inhaled the heavy meal; I, of course, was completely ravenous, not having eaten for over twenty-four hours, and when I'd finished my steak, a large potato, and a cup and a half of asparagus, cut another potato in half and took more asparagus as my four delightful mistresses slowly finished their meal. "Look at him eat," Rima remarked. "One thing my Korean grandmother always said to me was that a thorough cleansing of the colon makes for a hearty appetite." She winked mischievously at me, then added, "I'll bet you'd like to help us get that brine residue out of Trish's tummy, wouldn't you?" Andy and Karen tittered as I looked at Tricia's crestfallen face.

"What about it, Trish?" Karen inquired. "Other than the hosing you got from Paul(a)'s dick before supper, have you gotten your tum really cleaned out recently?" She reached over and placed her right hand on my mistress's belly, rubbing it gently to aid her digestion.

"I'll have to admit," Trish began, "that I was so worn out and plugged up from the irregular meals and long hours that I didn't shit my first three days in Chicago. On the fourth day of the convention, I dashed into a Walgreen's near the meeting center and bought four Fleet disposable enemas. When the afternoon session let out, I drove back to my motel, threw off my clothes, and squirted all four of them into my guts so I could get cleaned out thoroughly. I had my cel phone in the bathroom with me, and I thought about calling Paul(a) and Karen while I was doing that, but it felt so good just to know that I was getting some relief that I rolled around on the floor for as long as I could before hopping to the toilet to avoid making a mess. I think I farted as loud as I ever have when all that impacted waste exploded from my belly, and by the time I finished and wiped myself, my asshole was so sore the tissue felt like sandpaper. I collapsed in my bed then, and didn't have the energy to flush or throw away the little plastic bottles until I stumbled into the shower after my wakeup call at six-thirty the next morning." She paused, took a deep breath, and her shining eyes and heaving breasts betrayed her anticipation at being subjected to rigorous colonic discipline. "I'll need to wait an hour or so until my supper's started to digest, but I would welcome--no, I would relish--the prospect of getting as much irrigation as you people want to give me." She squeezed my left thigh, inching her hand up near my crotch, and concluded, "And I think my sweet boy-girl Paul(a) should call the shots on this one." She looked at the other three women: "Agreed?", licking her lips in depraved lust as she awaited their response.

"All right," Karen, Rima, and Andrea shouted enthusiastically, chortling as they rose to begin clearing the dishes from the table. After rinsing and stacking everything in the dishwasher, and putting away the leftovers, they took me and Trish by the hand and led us into the master bedroom. Karen took the big bong and party bowl out of the closet, loaded it with kind bud, and we passed it around for the next half hour, giggling more the higher we got.

We were in the middle of Kinky Anal Orgies #13 when Trish bent over in front of me, spread her asscheeks wide to expose her winking sphincter, and announced, "I think I've digested my dinner enough to submit to your whims in the bathroom, Paul(a). For tonight, I exist only to do your will." Before I could respond, she inquired, "Would it be your will, master, that I fingerfuck my own asshole in preparation for what lies ahead." She trailed her right hand along her flank, squeezing her right buttock as she uttered her question.

"Considering what we're going to put your asshole through tonight, I suggest you get it as open as you possibly can." I nodded to Karen, who skipped out of the room, returning moments later with a large tube of K-Y jelly and a box of surgical gloves. "Use plenty of grease," I directed. "Rima, will you get the camcorder, please?" As she exited on this errand, I inquired of Andrea, "Can you fill the six-quart opentop bag with nice warm water and three ounces of Castile soap?" She left as I watched Trish don a glove, grease the index and middle fingers with a thick covering of K-Y, and begin easing the middle finger of her right hand into her lubed behind.

I stood behind her, watching as she slid the finger in and out of her bung, adding a second after a few minutes. I began to stroke my dick lazily as I watched her glide the two fingers faster and faster, all pretense of prepping for a colonic treatment gone as she gave herself over to the sexual thrill of fingerfucking her own asshole. "This here slutty ass of mine needs a thorough cleansing," she panted breathlessly. "It needs to be fucked, and fucked hard and thoroughly, with whatever nozzles you folks decide to use on me." Panting rapidly, she removed the fingers as I took her hand to inspect them. I noted a coating of brown on the two she'd been using, so I handed her the K-Y, nodding to her to lube the rest of her fingers and continue the show, which Rima was catching on videocassette. "I can tell by the look of disgust on your face, master, that my bowels are absolutely filthy inside." She grunted to insert three fingers, then abandoned all pretense at difficulty as she jammed them rapidly and forcefully in and out of her poop chute, moaning in increasing arousal as she continued this lewd act of self-gratification.

"I can't believe how shitty that latex glove looked when you pulled your fingers out of your dirty ass," I remarked. "We're going to enema your ass and belly until you nearly burst tonight, just to clean you out so completely that any one of us will be able to penetrate you with whatever tools, or fingers, or tongues we want to without fear of encountering your rotten shit." I began slapping her ass rhythmically as she continued to plunge three fingers in and out of her smelliest hole. "Now I want to see four fingers gliding in and out of your fat fanny; come on--you know what a slut you are for having your rear penetrated." I continued smacking her ass as she pulled the three fingers out, added the fourth, and continued her obscene show. My dick was achingly hard, and I felt so close to climax from watching her self-sodomy that I quit stroking it, saving my energy and semen for the next phase of her treatment. "After your treatment, and after we fuck your ass for several hours with anything we can get our hands on, I'm going to have Andrea fistfuck your rotten bunghole, which shouldn't be so rotten by that point." I continued slapping her buns to a reddened state as her four fingers jabbed in and out of her rear; with a cry, she exploded in a massive orgasm, her knees so weak she slid to a prone position, her asscheeks shaking like jelly from the intensity of her experience. "I think she's ready," I announced. "Andrea, put a rubber sheet on the bed and we'll begin her treatment."

Once the sheet was in place, Karen and I lifted Trish onto the bed, placing her on her left side with her legs parted. Andrea slid the deflated balloon tip of the inflatable nozzle into her wide-open bung and inflated the balloon; the apparatus was attached to a hose from the bag that bulged with soapy water from a medical rack beside the bed. "How warm is the water?" Trish asked, fear written in her eyes.

"It's 110o degrees, and we've mixed the soap in very thoroughly." As Andrea opened the clamp to release the sudsy purge, I added, "You're going to experience some excruciating cramps that won't go away for a while. All the suds also mean that you'll experience some rather sharp gas pains as the gas in your dirty bowels begins to dissipate." I patted her middle as I watched the bag slowly empty into her backside. Once two quarts had run in, I nodded to Andrea to stop the flow for a minute, and I began to massage her middle with increasing force, grabbing her belly flesh roughly to circulate the purge more thoroughly through her insides. I heard her belch and hiccup as the soapy invasion began to push further into her core, and I noted tears streaming from her eyes.

"Oh--oww--God it hurts so bad. My tummy feels like it's gonna explode any minute." Pushing my hands away, she grabbed her distending abdomen, trembling from the force of the invasion. I nodded to Andrea to open the clamp again, and we were soon rewarded by the sweet melody of her stertorous breathing and convulsive sobbing as the liquid torture we administered took over her entire consciousness. While Rima videotaped her torment from various angles, Andrea began pushing a powerful vibrator against Tricia's expanding paunch, forcing the water to circulate through every hidden nook and cranny of the hapless brunette's large intestine. I noted that only a quart and a half remained in the bag, and I determined that we would let the rest of the solution drain into her backside without further breaks, concerned that she take and hold this load for the prescribed time so we could let her misery end before we risked injuring her with the treatment.

"I guess this will teach you not to take off for a week without the proper equipment in your suitcase," Karen commented. "After all the colonic therapy that Paul(a) and I shared while you were in the Chi-town, I'd have thought you'd want to return to our sheltering arms with an asshole that's kissing sweet." She began running a vibrator against Trish's puffy labia and clit, bringing her to the threshold of orgasm as she continued her diatribe. "But instead, you come back with a dirty butthole and half a week's worth of impacted shit in your sluttish bowels, expecting us to do the dirty work of making you presentable." She motioned to Rima and Andrea. "Andrea will take over the videocassette chronicle of your discipline, but I think it's a good idea if you perform analingus on Rima now. Remember, she and Andy ate kimchee before they came over, so her gut must be as full of hot gas as Andy's was."

Rima positioned herself on the bed, lying on her left side with her rear pressed up against Trish's face. She parted her asscheeks widely, just as a huge fart erupted from her backside. "Suck the farts right out of my pooper," she ordered Tricia. "Lick my smelly Asian asshole clean with your dog's tongue, and make me come in the process or ten minutes will be added to the time you'll have to hold this soapy purge before we let you release it." She squirmed her buns against my lover's face as the plump brunette with the dangerously distended stomach began to penetrate her bung with her tongue. I was again stroking my dick, certain I'd come just in time to splatter it all over Trish's face and breasts. Without warning, however, Rima rose to a kneeling position on the bed, her ass still turned so Trish was forced to gaze right at it, and announced, "Now Paul(a)'s going to fuck my ass, and you get to suck the come out of my butthole when he's done." Spreading her cheeks wide, she directed, "Come on lover; no lubricant necessary, as your slut has moistened my hole with her slave's slimy tongue already." I began easing my erection into her sphincter, gasping as I felt it yield to my dick like a silky vise. "I want you to fuck me, and fuck me hard and deep, and shoot every ounce of come into my gasbound bowels so Trish will have a big dessert to lap up." She wiggled her ass lewdly in invitation.

I began to hump in and out of her backside, feeling the suction of her voracious hole that caused her to fart copiously with my motions. I noted that Karen had closed the clamp on the hose from the now-empty bag, and I directed, "Go fill the two-quart pitcher with icy cold water and pour it into the bag, then we can stir up her insides and make her expulsion a little easier." She left the room on this errand, her wide, soft white fanny jiggling sensuously as she hastened to her duty. "I can't take much more of your sweet, hot, tight asshole, Rima," I observed. "I think I'm gonna be filling your ass with come a lot sooner than I'd planned to."

"Go ahead--make my day," she replied with a Clint Eastwood vocal inflection. "I want to feel your hot load squirting deep into my guts, because I know my tight ass makes you come faster, and better, than that slut's sloppy sphincter." I glanced over at Tricia, whose face was contorted in agony at the fiery purge she held. Her sobbing, which had ceased through her fascination in watching me buttfuck Rima, began anew with her deep sense of humiliation at Rima's remarks; her face was red and swollen from her embarassment and agony and wounded pride.

Groaning from the sensual overload, I slammed roughly into Rima's bung, making the promised delivery of my seed into her thirsty guts. It seems like I came forever, revelling in the delicious tightness of the exotic beauty's darkest hole. "This is so good, Rima. It always takes me forever to come inside Tricia's ass. I guess it's just her typical Westerner's lack of discipline." As I continued spurting, I added, "And it will be a delight to watch her suck my come out of your asshole." Once my dick softened and plopped out of her rear, Rima exploded with a chain of farts that continued as she positioned herself on her left side with her butt against Tricia's face. I watched as Trish began to suck at Rima's nether opening, clutching her belly against the two quarts of cold water being forced into her colon to agitate the six quarts of warm and soapy she still retained. Noisy slurping sounds accompanied Tricia's cleaning of Rima's slimy asshole, and I could tell by the look of ecstasy on Rima's face that the service was jump-starting her into another climax. When it hit, she slammed her ass hard against Trish's face, nearly breaking her nose in the process, then settling her fanny against Tricia's nose to release another chain of kimchee farts.

By this time, the bag was again empty; Rima relented and moved away from the bed, where Tricia lay holding her swollen tummy and moaning in agony. "May I please release this, sweet master and mistresses? I feel like I'm gonna die if I have to hold it for another minute." Taking pity on her, Karen and I assisted her in sitting up, then in rising to her feet. We half-carried her into the john, Andrea trailing us with the medical rack, which was like a tail to Trish, since the inflatable nozzle in her sweet ass was still attached to the monstrous bag still mounted on the rack. We settled her in a squat over the toilet seat, deflated the inflatable nozzle, and eased it from her tortured behind.

I knelt in front of Trish and began licking at her labia and clitoris while I placed both palms flat against her grossly distended abdomen, pushing in to help her expulsion. A huge fart wracked her middle, resounding in the bathroom. "I think my guts are gonna fall out," she whimpered. "I'm so full I feel like exploding." She began to weep convulsively, grabbing my wrists to forestall any further kneading of her tormented tummy. I continued to perform cunnilingus on her, conscious by her accelerated breathing that she was nearing orgasm despite the excruciating cramps in her inflated belly. "Oh, that's so good!" she exclaimed, humping her crotch against my face in rhythm with my oral action. Grasping her thighs firmly with each hand, I hastened the speed and intensity of my tongue attack, until she screamed, "Coming!" at the top of her lungs, collapsing against the toilet tank as the diluted soap and feces continued to spatter into the bowl. Her hair was wringing wet, and her breasts and gut were shiny with her perspiration. I lifted my face to bestow tender kisses on both nipples, then met her lips for an exploratory osculation that soon became a deep soul kiss. Wrapping my arms around her, I gently stroked her shoulders and back, still connected at the mouth, as she completed her defecation and slumped exhaustedly in my embrace.

"Stand up so we can wipe you," I directed, giving her my right shoulder to lean on. As she got weakly to her feet, Andrea and Rima took turns wiping her backside, while Karen ran hot water and suds on a washcloth to finish the job. We then helped her into the shower, where we scrubbed her thoroughly with the washcloth and a loofah sponge, rinsing her to a squeaky clean state before wiping her genitals and anal region with a soft rag coated with moisturizing cream and oil. Toweling her dry, we assisted her to a kneeling position on the shower floor, with a thick towel underneath her.

"How does your stomach feel?" I asked, kneeling beside her to rub her flattened, yet still pudgy, middle. "Are you still nauseous from the soap left in your system?"

"God, yes," she moaned. "I'm never more than a hair away from barfing, even after releasing that huge load." A sudden cramp seized her, and she clutched her abdomen convulsively. "I assume you and the girls were planning to rinse me out with clear water, or are you going to leave this soap inside me until I really do get sick?" Again, she groaned in utter nausea and klismaphilic need.

"I'd say she's ready," I replied, nodding to Karen, who produced the ten-quart opentop bag with the largest size colon tube attached. "Now, Trish, I want you to hold your asscheeks open as wide as you can get them." When she was slow to comply, I slapped her tush repeatedly to motivate her to follow my bidding. "That's better," I observed, noticing the parting of her wide white fanny. "Now I've got to lube you up again." Andy handed me an exam glove and the tube of K-Y; I put it on my right hand, spread a big glob of the medical jelly on my right hand index and middle fingers, and shoved the middle finger unceremoniously into her bunghole. She flinched at the sudden invasion, then squirmed lasciviously as I began fingerfucking her lewdly, turning and twisting my finger to reach every hidden recess in her twisty anal passage. I pulled out for a moment and added the index finger, again shoving them both in with no preliminaries. "What's that dripping onto the towel?" I inquired sternly. "Does fat-ass Trish get excited when I plumb her pooper with my hand?" She only grunted, her breath coming in short gasps that signalled her arousal. I pulled my fingers out again, adding the ring finger, and shoved into her, causing her to squeal in a sudden, intense climax.

"I think she's ready," Karen remarked. "I think we can safely blow up the little pig's gut like a water balloon." She came forward and began easing the tube into Trish's behind, not stopping until she had nearly a foot inside the short brunette's fundament. Andrea caught her signal and turned on the shower taps, adjusted the temperature (checking it with her wrist), and held the bag under the tap until it was full. She then suspended it on the shower nozzle and watched it begin to flatten as it drained into Tricia's thirsty bowels. Once two quarts had run in, she slid the tube deeper up Trish's rear, managing to ease another ten inches inside her. We watched her belly puff visibly downwards as the water continued to fill her, her breathing becoming ragged as she struggled to accustom herself to the increasing fullness in her middle.

"It's filling me too fast," Trish whined, one hand going to clutch her expanding gut. "I feel like I'm gonna explode." She began to breathe raggedly, groaning with the force of the invasion of her smelliest depths. I took pity on her then, seating myself on the tub floor in front of her so I could manipulate her labia and clitoris. The rhythm of her breathing changed to an aroused gasp as I played with her glistening pussy, watching the huge bag continue to empty into her stretched-out bowels. When six quarts had drained into her, Andy got on her knees behind Trish's butt, reached her hands around her waist, and began to gently massage her expanding abdomen. I continued to massage Tricia's puffy genitals as she mewled and whimpered in a chain of orgasms that brought my penis to full erection. She stared hungrily at my woodie and asked meekly, "May I suck your cock, Paul? It'll help me take my mind off the pressure in my tummy."

I nodded, and she began to fellate me exquisitely, just as Andy eased another foot of the tube into her colon, leaving only a foot of it still outside her hungry anus. I continued to stroke her genitalia as she continued to blow me exquisitely, until, with a deep groan, I began to squirt my essence deep into her swallowing throat. I looked up to see that the bag was near-empty, and nodded to Karen, who had stationed herself in the tub, with her hand on the clamp to the hose.

She closed it with a loud click! as Andy continued to stroke and massage Trish's hugely distended belly and I kept up my efficient masturbation of her inflamed cunt and clit. After she'd licked my dick dry, Tricia commented, "God, I'm so full. I feel like I'll shit forever when I finally get this tube out of my butt." She shivered, then pushed Andy's hands away from her tummy and cradled it like a pregnant woman is prone to do in public places. Still shuddering and panting, Trish continued, "I don't think I've ever come so hard and so often; you folks really know what you're doing. You really know how to torment someone in all their erotic centers at once. But," and she looked at me with a pouting expression, mock sorrow in her eyes, "my tits feel neglected. I still haven't had a nipple-gasm since I've been back."

"We'll fix that when we get you on the potty," Karen promised. "Paul, help me lift her up so she can sit on the edge of the tub for a minute. Rima needs to get a little more video footage of Trish in her fully inflated condition." I took Trish's left arm while Karen took her right, and we eased her into position so the Eurasian beauty could continue her video chronicle of the "blessed event." Tricia looked, literally, about six months pregnant, her abdomen swelling roundly out above her crotch, and she clutched it convulsively, moaning and sobbing as the pressure overrode every other sensation she felt, including the afterglow from a chain of thunderous orgasms. I got on my knees between her legs and began lapping at her labia and clit, determined to bring her off at least once more before we allowed her the release she craved so desperately. Within moments, she thrashed against my face in a tumultuous burst of ecstasy, slamming her pelvis against my jaw as she shook in utter bliss. I continued until Karen squeezed my right shoulder to indicate that it was time for the next phase.

"I'm getting some great footage," Rima announced. "I'll have to duplicate all these videos in the hospital video lab when I get a chance; we all need copies to fantasize about when we're away from each other. I can't think of when I've had more kinky fun than I have since you came into our lives, Paul(a). And to think it all started because Trish needed an editor for her senior thesis," she concluded, snickering lasciviously.

As I helped Tricia to a squatting position above the toilet, she announced, "I forgot to tell you guys--I saw my thesis director at the APA convention. He told me to come in early next week so we could conference on my final revisions. And," she smiled despite her shiver of pleasure as Andy began easing the thick tube from her behind, "he told me he's recommending it for some kind of research award given only to undergraduates in the social sciences." She shook in another orgasm as Andy slowly tugged the colon tube further out of her exposed rear, Rima still recording video footage as the pink tube, lightly coated with brown in places, kept coming out of Tricia's plump ass. "Oh God, that feels so good. I guess I don't remember the high colonics we took when I first introduced you folks to Paul(a), but it sure feels sexy, in a really perverse, nasty way, as all that rubber caresses my bowels on the way out. Uhh, OhmyGod, it's sooo gggoooooodddd!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs, her butt settling heavily on the toilet seat as the last of the rubber snake left her rear.

Andy got on her knees between Trish's legs and began to massage her bloated center more forcefully in an effort to ease her explosive voiding, bringing her mouth to the brunette's breasts to begin teasing her nipples with her lips and tongue. Trish began to pant and moan with renewed arousal, and she exclaimed, "God that feels good, Andrea. I'll give you exactly twenty- four hours to stop doing that." With a thunderous fart, she began to pass the huge load of water and soap and diluted feces that distended her middle, licking her lips lustfully as Rima continued shooting her video of the torment and teasing she was enduring willingly, all in the service of lust and healthy living. "I think Rima needs to get rid of the gas from the kimchee, too," Trish remarked. "Take a look at her tummy; she's built as slender as Andrea, but there's a definite bulge, a definite sign that she needs her rear invaded with a nozzle of liquid therapy." We all stared at Rima's middle, noting that it was slightly distended, just as Andy's had been when she'd first come upon me when I was holding the rum raisin treatment Trish had given me. "Karen, take over on the camcorder while Paul(a) and Andy get her ready for her treatment."

I washed the big bag and hose thoroughly, running some antibacterial detergent through it, then rinsed it with several loads of alternating cold and hot water. I then ran water to the desired temperature, filled the bag, and hung it on the shower curtain bar. I stationed Rima on all fours in the tub, her rear sticking up so Andrea and I could begin prepping her for her treatment. "You're the vixen who's responsible for all those nasty farts you and Andy have been cutting all afternoon and evening," I lectured sternly, "so I hope you'll realize that this purge will be both therapy and punishment. Damn but your rotten ass needs a thorough cleansing," I observed, coating an exam glove with Vicks before shoving my right hand middle finger roughly up her bung. I heard a gasp and then sobbing as the fiery lubricant hit the delicate nerve endings in her anus, so I began to fingerfuck her butt vigorously, stopping in a moment to withdraw and add my index finger. I fucked her ass with two fingers for several minutes until Andy winked at me and I withdrew, removed the glove, and coated the first foot and a half of the colon tube with K-Y jelly, handing it to Andrea so she could begin easing it up Rima's now-loosened sphincter. Starting the flow, I continued to lecture her, "So you think your elegant Asian ass is too good to receive a thorough irrigation at my hands? Well, think again, because I'm going to bloat your middle up bigger than Tricia's was a few minutes ago. And I'm going to make you hold it until you gag and retch and cramp up like you're about to burst." By this time, two quarts had flowed into her, and I began to rub her belly as Andy eased another foot of the tube into her behind. "There's no way you can master the power of this enema, so I want you to give in to it and start crying." I reached for the big vibrator and began stabbing it brutally into her middle, commenting, "We've got to get this stirred up so the kimchee gas will leave your bowels." I continued massaging her inflated gut as quarts five and six flowed in.

"Look at that belly now," Karen commented, as she came over to take the vibrator from my hands. "Trish," she looked back to where the pudgy brunette was operating the camcorder, "do you think her tummy will be fatter than yours if we refill this bag before we let her release?"

"Could be--I don't really recommend that, but it will be fun for us to try."

"Exactly what I thought. The video footage of her agony should be fun to show around in the nurses' lounge, too." She left off with the vibrator and began kneading Rima's distended midsection brutally hard, squeezing the flesh with an iron grip as the Eurasian beauty began to gasp and hiccup in utter excruciating nausea from the enormous pressure inside her colon. Karen began to manipulate the raven-haired woman's genitals with her left hand while she squeezed and roughly massaged her abdomen with her right. By this time, four feet of the tube were coiled sinuously inside the length of Rima's bowel, and the bag was nearly empty; Andrea opened the shower taps, adjusted the temperature, and filled the bag again.

"Let's try for a record, shall we?" she inquired, bending down to look into Rima's tear-filled eyes. "What do you say, sport? Are you game, or are you gonna be a pussy and wimp out on us?"

"God, I feel like I'm gonna explode," Rima sobbed. "But I guess I have no choice, do I?"

"None at all," Karen replied, returning to her massage of the slender woman's grossly expanded belly and puffy genitals. I watched in fascination and growing arousal as quarts seven, eight, and nine drained into her middle in quick succession; Rima's tummy looked at least six months pregnant when she hiccupped, gagged sharply, and fought the urge to vomit. I could see her throat working convulsively to control her nausea, brought on by the crushing fullness of the humiliation she bore deep in her inner depths. Karen's rough kneading of her abdomen became a gentle caress then, and Rima's breathing slowed to nearly normal as the soothing touch eased her cramps somewhat. Andy reopened the clamp with a loud click! and sent the other three quarts into the hapless black-haired beauty's stuffed tummy, Karen remarking, "I'll bet she's gonna make a succession of huge farts when she starts releasing that, after a ten-minute wait. Then we should hear no more of the kimchee gas for the rest of the evening." She kneaded our victim's tum with greater force, causing alarming gurgles and rumbles to emanate from her dangerously over-stretched guts. "Isn't that right, Rima?"

"I probably won't be able to fart after I release this huge load," she sobbed. "I'm almost afraid my asshole is going to turn inside out by the time I'm through shitting." She clutched her huge belly as a series of cramps shot through her, and her hiccups returned with some force as Andy closed the clamp to leave her three gallons of liquid torment to percolate inside her invaded colon.

"You'll have to digest that for at least ten minutes," Karen directed. "I think it would be best if you lie on your back so Paul and I can go to work on you." Rima flopped weakly on her left side, slowly turning turtle so that her belly looked slightly less inflated. "Paul(a), which would you rather do? Eat her pussy or rub her tummy?"

"I want a crack at that big gut; it will be more of a turn-on for the video if you do the cunnilingus honors. Is that cool with you, Karen?"

"Absolutely." She knelt between the raven-haired woman's thighs and began to give her head exquisitely, while I alternated my hands, kneeling at Rima's left side, between kneading her swollen middle and tweaking at her hardened nipples.

"This set of tapes we've been making since I returned," Trish announced, "are going to be a terrific form of foreplay the next time we have an enema orgy." She set the camcorder on its tripod, still running, and drew Andrea into her arms. "But I need to come too," she moaned, drawing the petite redhead into a deep soul kiss, then diving between her legs as Andy reciprocated in a wicked sixty-nine. Conversation ceased at that moment.

By the time Trish and Andy had eaten each other to several screaming orgasms, Rima began to shake with chills and returning nausea from holding the huge load inside her pregnant-looking belly. Due in part to the agony of her internal pressure, and in part due also to the orgasms she'd experienced from Karen's talented tongue, her face, neck, breasts, belly, and crotch were damp with sweat and vaginal secretions. Taking pity on her, we helped her up, positioned her in a squat over the toilet, Karen and I supporting her with arms around her shoulders, and I directed, "Andy and Trish, can you come over here and pull the tube out of her butt? The poor dear's about to explode."

They hastened to assist us, and we seated her gently on the throne, Karen massaging her middle while I did service at her mons veneris. An explosive fart thundered from her bottom as the massive load of water and diluted excreta began to eject forcefully from her overworked center, and she leaned wearily against Karen's plump breasts as her evacuation continued for a seemingly infinite duration. Her pelvic thrusts against my rowdy tongue bruised my face, so I hung on for dear life, knowing that her orgasmic contractions would make her emptying more bearable. At last, she slumped weakly against us, the water continuing to spatter from her rear, until the stream became a trickle and faded. Letting her rest for a few moments, we then lifted her slightly so Andy and Trish could cleanse her rear, then moved en masse to the shower where we took turns scrubbing her, then each other, carefully, to get every nook and cranny, every hidden orifice, of our bodies squeaky clean.

As we stepped out of the shower, Trish announced, "Someone here has been neglected," pointing at Karen's pudgy tummy. "I think we can make that a lot bigger before the night's over." She engaged the blonde in a deep soul kiss, running her hands caressingly down Karen's back and kneading the blonde woman's ass sensuously. Coming up for air, Trish remarked, "I am deeply grateful to you for the way you took care of Paul(a) while I was away at APA; not only does he look overripe when we cross-dress him, but he seems really happier now when we torment him sexually. I can't help but thinking your care and tutelage had a lot to do with that." She worked her tongue back into Karen's mouth as she surrendered to her passion for her cherished friend. "I love you, sistah, and I love you even more for taking good care of my sweet slave-boy while I was gone." She fell silent, noting that tears were sliding down Karen's cheeks. "What's wrong, hon?" she inquired in a soft voice.

"You're gonna hate me for telling you this, Trish, but I think I've fallen in love with your slave- boy." She shook with her sobs, making little mewling noises deep in her throat. "So many times while you were away, after Paul(a) was deep in sleep, I lay beside him, looking at him, wanting to kiss him all over his body and tell him how precious he's become to me, but I didn't want to have you angry at me." She shook in the depths of her sorrow, her voice nearly a wail.

"It's okay," Trish comforted her, hugging her more tightly and running soothing hands over the back of Karen's head and down her back. "Don't you think I noticed the way you've been looking at Paul(a) ever since I got back?" She gently kissed away the zäftig blonde's tears, then added, "I'm happy that you have fallen in love with him, as long as you'll share him with us. Oh, Karen, sweet baby, I know how lonely and hurting you've been--during all the years I've known you, I've seen you fall for so many men who weren't what you thought they were, and I know how it's eaten away at your heart and self-esteem. But Paul is different, and although I can't say I don't wish I feel the passion for him that you feel, I love him in my own way just as much as you do." Hugging Karen fiercely, she added, "So it's okay that you're in love with him, and I assume he returns your feelings, because I've noticed him looking at you in a special way since my return from APA. Now dry those tears, and we're gonna purge all those feelings of sadness and fear of rejection right outa you." She grabbed Karen's buttocks then, squeezing them tight, then wormed the middle finger of her right hand up the buxom woman's fundament. "Do you remember that trick I taught you, lover?" she asked.

"The one you did that time when it was just the two of us in that porno movie house? The one where you wormed your finger into my butt when I was in my seat, and plumbed my nasty backhole until I came?" She began to pant in arousal.

"That's the one," Tricia replied. She began pumping her finger in and out of Karen's tush as she added, "Let's give Paul and the gang a great show so his dick will be hard as a rock when we begin filling your tum. That way you can give him some great head while we're bloating your stomach to impossible dimensions." Karen's gasping served as an indication of how much Trish's lewd foreplay and hot talk were arousing her; I could feel my dick stiffening into full erection even before Rima came up to me and began an exquisite handjob as Andy began fingerfucking my bung while simultaneously eating out Rima's glistening box. Thrusting her tongue hotly back into Karen's mouth, Trish observed, "You should see what a daisy chain our little show has set off. Are you having fun, hon?"

"God, yes," Karen rasped. "I think I've already come at least three or four times." She thrust her tongue into Tricia's mouth, and reciprocated her kinky foreplay by worming the middle finger of her right hand into the brunette's bunghole. "But one finger isn't enough anymore--please put more fingers into my asshole. I need to come inside my ass--deep in my bowels where the nerve endings to my heart lie." I looked at Trish, noticing that tears had begun to slide from her eyes, so moved was she from Karen's amazing statement, then noted the same tears on Rima's face and looked down to see that Andrea too had tears sliding down her cheeks.

"You're crying, too, Paul(a)," Karen observed. "What is it with you people? I didn't say anything that special, did I?" She began to kiss away Tricia's tears as the two voluptuous women continued pumping fingers lustfully in and out of each other's behinds.

"You're a poet, Karen," I observed. "Nobody else had the imagination--or the courage--to express what we've all begun to realize about our individual and collective erotic triggers, however unconsciously." Gently disengaging myself from Rima's and Andy's attentions, I approached Trish and Karen, drawing them into a three-way hug. "I feel like the luckiest guy on the planet, having such terrific ladies in my life." Kissing Karen gently on the lips, hesitant about following up with my tongue because I didn't want to spoil the moment, I added, "Now it's time for us to party-- Karen's ass and tum will be our playground tonight." I squeezed her ass lovingly before I rejoined Andy and Rima, motioning for them to follow me into the bathroom.

"Do you think Karen can take a bigger load than you just took?" I asked Rima, caressing her fanny in a friendly manner as Andy began running water for my blonde lover's ordeal. "She is considerably bigger and heavier than you are, after all."

"You make it sound like a criticism, Paul(a). This is the woman who just declared her love for you and you--presumably--are in love with her, too." She looked at me sternly, making me feel as if I'd stepped over some kind of uncrossable line.

"No--it was only an observation. One thing that I've discovered in recent years, and especially since I've been hanging with you four ladies, is that I'm especially drawn to big, plump, full- figured women. I don't know if it's a desire to return to maternal arms or what, exactly, but chubby women really turn me on. I was just thinking that Karen might have a bigger capacity than you do--and I want to give her all the bursting enema love that she can possibly handle, because I'm so in love with her. I feel like I'm going crazy--I haven't felt this deliriously excited about a woman for a very long time."

Rima took me into a tender hug and said soothingly, "Sorry I bit your head off, but Karen is really sensitive about her weight sometimes, even though she and I both know that you think she's hot stuff. Now bear in mind that we don't want to do any permanent damage to her--it wouldn't be very sexy if her colon burst and she had to wear a colostomy bag for the rest of her life--but I've seen you take ten quarts or more (sixteen if what Karen told me about the high colonic she gave you during spring break is accurate), and I took twelve not long ago. What say we shoot for fourteen to sixteen, after we've first cleaned her guts out good with hot soapy water?" She caressed my balls as she suggested this, regarding me with a mischievous smile. When I just stared stupidly, she added, "I've seen her take at least three gallons and hold it for as long as an hour--of course, she was a sweaty wreck when she finally got to release all that water, and we did have to help her into bed, where she slept for about ten hours--but the point is that she's much more physically robust than her emotional fragility might suggest."

"Let's get her in here and see what she can hold," I directed, my erection returning at the thought of blowing up my luscious blonde plumper like a balloon. As Andrea left to get Karen and Trish, Rima beckoned me with her right index finger crooked.

In a low whisper, she confided, "I have a special additive out in the car, so cover for me when they get back in here."

Before she could leave, I asked, "What kind of additive are you speaking of, Rima?"

"It's an old Korean formula--now recognized as one of the true, effective, foolproof aphrodisiacs in existence. It's more effective in producing erections than Viagra, and makes every woman multiorgasmic. Karen will be begging you to fuck her before the first cup of water flows into her butt." She scampered away just before Andy, Trish, and Karen returned to the bathroom.

"Where did Rima go?" Trish inquired. "We can't start without her." She assisted Karen into the tub, directing her to kneel on all fours with her head resting on her hands and her tush thrust high in the air.

"She'll be back in a minute with an extra-special something for Karen's treatment." I slapped lightly at Karen's big round butt, remarking, "I'm so excited about the way we're going to invade your ass that you'll probably feel my jizz all over your rear end even before you start to feel full." I slapped her ass some more, bringing it to a bright pink shade while she squirmed in arousal.

"Baby spanks my fanny so sensuously," she crooned. "Are you sore at me for fessing up to Trish about my feelings for you?"

"No, darling--I'm ecstatic that you had the courage to be up front with all of the gang. I'm just slapping your butt because I love you and want you to feel good." I knelt beside her and began to caress her soft, rounded middle. "Is your empty tummy aching to be filled?" I inquired, trailing my right hand down her belly to tease at the opening lips of her glistenig vagina.

"God, yes. I want you to fill me until I'm about to burst. I feel so hollow and empty and kind of left out of things." I began to rub her center sensuously as she gurgled contentedly.

By this time, Rima had returned from her car, carrying an opaque plastic container. "This stuff is the shit," she began. "Prepare for the wildest sexual ride of your lives, Karen and Paul." She handed the container to Andrea, directing, "Pour about a quarter cup of that stuff into the bag and mix it thoroughly with the water and soap," then flexed her right bicep and added, "good thing I've been working out, as Tricia and Andy and I will probably have to half-carry you two to bed when the evening's festivities are over."

"Is it that old family recipe you told me about?" Trish inquired.

"Yeah--it's called something untranslatable, something about `heaven in the loins' and it's guaranteed to make men's members hard like steel and women's secret places convulse like chains of firecrackers." She tittered as she delivered this witticism, and I looked down to see Karen looking lovingly into my eyes. "You folks are in for such a treat," Rima concluded. "I'd been waiting for an occasion special enough to introduce you to this stuff, and this is definitely it."

"Are you gonna leave me and Trish out of it?" Andy complained.

"Hell no--I just want to get Karen and Paul going on this stuff first, then the three of us can have our own private orgy once we've put them to bed." She gestured to the petite redhead, who began inserting the hospital style peartip nozzle into Karen's open behind, opened the clamp, and let the soapy water begin its gurgling journey into the plump blonde's rectum and colon. "Now, Trish, will you get a beer and a glass for Paul here?" The Rubenesque brunette skipped off to her errand, callypygous fanny swaying sensuously as she departed. Rima weighed my balls in her hands, remarking, "This is going to blow your mind, Paul--I've only given some of this stuff to one other man, and we fucked for fourteen hours straight (he probably came ten or twelve times in that period, each time as intensely as the first one) and finally had to quit because we were so sore that the thought of further coupling held very little appeal for us." By this time Trish had returned with a cold beer; she handed it and the glass to Rima, who measured a quarter cup of the powder, poured it into the glass after pouring the beer, and stirred it vigorously with her finger. "Enjoy, Paul," she remarked, handing me the glass.

I took a healthy swig, noting that the additive had no taste except to slightly sweeten the normal bitterness of the beer. I took another swig, noting that heat was beginning to spread in my groin region, and topped off the glass with a third huge gulp. Before I could even hand my glass to Rima, I felt my dick erecting harder than it ever had before, and I looked down to note that it appeared to be about two inches longer and a half-inch thicker than its normal erect state. By this time, Karen was bounding out of the tub, nozzle still buried up her ass, begging, "You gotta fuck me now, Paul. I'm burning up inside." I sat on the edge of the tub as she lowered her glistening cunt over my erection, humping up and down on me forcefully as if a demon had taken over her sexual parts.

"Aren't you feeling cramps from the soap?" Andy inquired. "If it was me in your position, I'd be wanting to shit before I could even think of sex."

"You're so deliciously naïve," Rima noted, adding, "just wait until it's your turn. This is an aphrodisiac so powerful it overrides every other bodily sensation." She threw her arm companionably around Andrea's shoulder, thrust her tongue lewdly into the smaller woman's left ear, and observed, "Just watch, grasshopper, and you'll see the method to my madness."