Meanwhile, Karen and I were ignoring the other women completely, so feverish with lust that we slammed furiously into each other in utter consuming need for release. Not until Tricia closed the clamp on Karen's hose and gently eased the nozzle from her rear did we even notice that she was holding nearly four quarts of soapy water in her distended belly. "Did you want to release that gut-buster before we go any further?" I inquired, trying to empathize with how she must be feeling.

"Hell, no, it just makes me hot as a twenty-dollar firecracker. Don't stop fucking me, whatever you do." I felt the feverish heat of her vaginal walls snapping around my hugely engorged penis, and I complied with her request, slamming up to meet her pelvic thrusts with all the strength I had. After a few dozen of such bone-jarring thrusts, she ululated, "Comming--and it's sssoooogggggooooooddddddddd!" as she smashed her pelvis into mine with even greater force; I felt a burning sensation that began in my belly, traveled through my loins, and manifested itself as the most intense, longest, hottest ejaculation I'd ever experienced. "God I love fucking you," I exclaimed, shooting my seed deep into her belly, which only triggered another chain of orgasms for her, causing her eyes to go wide, then roll back in her head. She hung limply in my arms for a moment, breathing stertorous as she struggled for consciousness.

"Are you okay, baby?" I inquired solicitously. Despite the sheen of sweat on her forehead and the sexual flush on her neck and breasts, her face was whiter than I'd ever seen it.

"Ask Trish and Rima and Andy to leave us alone for a few minutes, okay?" she whispered, her hand caressing my face in such a loving way that I was overwhelmed with emotion, and began to weep in a sympathetic response to the tears in her eyes.

"Trish, can you and Andy and Rima give us a few minutes alone?" Trish smiled, wrapped her arms around Andrea's and Rima's shoulders, and led them out of the bathroom, giggling as they departed.

"What is it, lover?" I inquired, concerned that something bad was about to happen. "Is anything wrong?"

"Actually, hon, things couldn't possibly be more right--unless, that is, you're the kind of guy who fears commitment and will run to the ends of the earth to avoid it." She looked deeply into my eyes, searching my soul for a clue to the intentions of my heart.

"No--I'm not afraid of commitment. I've been in and out a lot of relationships over the years-- some happy but doomed--some troubled but intense. Are you asking me for a commitment? If so, I'm very happy to declare to the world that I love you and want to be with you forever."

"I'm so relieved to hear you say that, darling." She paused, beginning to raise her pelvis to tantalize my returning hardon, stirring me into full arousal within a half-dozen strokes. "Do you remember how I went into that chain of orgasms, when my eyes rolled back in my head, and I had to struggle for several moments to catch my breath?"

"Sure do--I was scared that you were having some kind of seizure, and that I wouldn't know what to do to help you, and I almost broke down crying because I couldn't bear the thought of losing you." As I spoke this, I felt the moisture rise to my eyes again.

"Don't cry, baby," she cooed, stroking my face gently with her right hand. "I'm too healthy to die from a bellyful of soapy water and a chain of multiple orgasms. The reason my eyes rolled back in my head is that I felt something deep inside when I went into that multiorgasmic chain, something that I've looked at in the clinical literature and spoken to my mother, my older sisters, and a few other girlfriends from the nursing program about, but never believed until it happened to me tonight." Her face bore an enigmatic expression, a sort of Mona Lisa smile that made my heart a triphammer in my chest.

"I think I know what this is leading up to," I ventured, my voice husky with emotion.

"You're one of the few men who might understand that, yes--most guys don't have your intelligence and sensitivity, but I think you do know. But I'm not going to keep you in suspense any longer, in any case." She paused, cleared her throat, and continued. "I felt a sensation behind the walls of my vagina, a physical rush that sexual mystics like D. H. Lawrence have called the quickening. Paul, I hope you're being for real with me about not fearing commitment, because I think we made a baby tonight." Her eyes searched mine, praying that she wouldn't find rejection.

"Oh Karen," I moaned, holding her tight and beginning to move her up and down on my bursting erection. "I'm so happy--I can't think of any other woman I'd want to have a child with than you. And I can't wait to see the changes that pregnancy makes on your body--to lie beside you in bed at night and hear the fetal heartbeat, to have you swell my tummy up with bigger and bigger loads of water as your belly gets bigger, to gently rub soothing lotion on your breasts when they start to get sore and tender." I hugged her hard as I brought her body up and down on mine with increasing speed and force. "And through it all, I'll want to keep having sex with you, making sweet love or rutting like crazed weasels, depending on what suits our moods." I could feel her breathing quicken as she approached yet another chain of orgasms, and I asked, semi-flippantly, "Is that enough of a commitment for you?"

"Oh baby--yess--ooh, fuck me harder!" she shrieked, as her body began to shake and tremble in ecstasy, so I slammed into her faster and harder than I'd ever fucked anyone before in my life. "Commminnnngggggg! It's soooo ggggoooooddddd! Ohhhhhhh--I feel like I've died and gone to heaven. Baby, baby--ohhhh, don't ever stop fucking me!" By this time, her shrieks were so loud that Tricia, Andrea, and Rima came running into the bathroom, alarmed by the intensity of Karen's climax, just as I grunted and moaned in my own bliss, exclaiming, "Let's try for twins, hon." As soon as I said this, I looked into Karen's eyes, which bore only a mischievous twinkle. "Sorry I gave away our secret," I intoned meekly.

"It's okay," she whispered. Motioning to the three other women to come forward, she spoke in a more audible tone, "A little anouncement, girls. Just before I had Paul chase you guys out of the john, I felt an unmistakeable sensation in my uterus; I was just telling Paul I think we made a baby tonight." She looked beseechingly at the other women, seeking affirmation and approval from them.

"That's wonderful," Trish announced, coming forward to throw her arms around both of us. "This is real, and this is right, Karen. I'm thinking back to the fear you manifested about telling me how you really feel about Paul, and I'm realizing that my understanding and approval has sanctioned your coming together in a holy way--a way that no church or magistrate can put aside or supersede." Turning to Andrea and Rima, she inquired, "How do you two feel about the news?"

"It's terrific," Andrea declared. "I too had had a feeling that something special was happening between Paul and Karen, but I held my tongue because I didn't want to run the risk of jinxing it." She came forward and hugged us, wisecracking, "I wonder what our other friends in the nursing program will say when they realize that giving you a baby shower implies receiving a golden and a brown shower."

We all exploded with laughter at this comment, then Rima stepped over to give us a hug and her blessing. "Now you should understand why I decided to try the family formula on you two first. I'd noticed the chemistry between Paul and Karen the first time all of us got together--if what I did helped push things ahead a little, let me be the godmother, okay?"

"You got it," Karen and I almost shouted in unison. All of a sudden Karen winced, looked at me fiercely, and observed, "I think I gotta release this soapy water right away--my belly's starting to hurt now that I've slaked my initial lust for my new lover--my life partner--my devoted slave--my husband." She lifted herself off my lap, sat on the toilet, and began a farting, gurgling expulsion as I raced to her side to massage her bloated middle. "Thanks," she gasped. "I hope you folks intend to rinse me out so I'm not too sick to fuck Paul's brains out all night long."

Andrea tittered, then admonished in a stern tone, "Actually, before you and Trish came into the bathroom earlier, Paul and Rima and I were speculating about how big your capacity actually is-- we thought we'd try to push it a little further tonight."

"And I'll probably come so hard my heart will stop beating, right?" she grunted as the soapy purge continued to leave her plump bottom. Finally, she flashed us a bright smile, announcing, "I think I'm done," rising from the toilet seat so we could team-wipe her magnificent fanny.

"What about our enema parties?" Rima inquired. "Is your pregnancy going to put an end to those? I'd sure hate to see wedding bells break up that old gang of mine." She tittered as she delivered this remark, turning to present us with her ass, on which Andrea had drawn the words, "Just Married" with a water-soluble highlighter.

"Don't be silly, ya fuckin' WASP wannabe," Karen quipped. "In the first place, Paul and I haven't discussed marriage--just emotional and spiritual commitment. That's enough for now. In the second place, I'll need those enema parties more than ever now that I'm pregnant (dare I say I hope I'm pregnant, because I want to have Paul's baby so bad I can almost feel the contractions through the tunnel of time?). Come on--everyone except Trish and Paul is trained in medicine; you all know what happens to a woman's digestive tract during pregnancy. And I intend to keep Paul(a)'s belly inflated to a size similar to mine during each and every day of my pregnancy. Does that answer your question?" She smiled warmly at Rima.

"I think it's time her asshole met its doom," Andrea observed. "Were we talking about fourteen quarts, Paul, or eighteen?"

"I don't remember--let's see how much she can really take." I patted Karen's belly gently as I said this, adding, "I don't want you to think that I made a bet with these reprobates or anything like that, but if my estimate is right, we won't have to buy any Pampers for the first six months."

Karen swatted my tush sharply, then thrust a finger affectionately into my behind, remarking, "I think you have to try to match quarts with me, since you made a bet based on the elasticity of my colon." Turning to the others, she asked, "How about it girls--shall we make him try to keep up with me?"

I gulped as I saw three thumbs pointing up before hands grabbed me, put me in the oversized tub next to Karen, and began lubing my tush for the ordeal ahead.

Minutes later, Karen and I found ourselves bent over, butts touching, in Tricia's oversized bathtub; Rima and Andrea were lubing our heinies with slippery, bare fingers (Trish figured the intimate touch was best, since she wanted to create good karma for our fledgling family unit). My dick was erect, as it had been through most of the evening, and when I glanced over at Karen, I noted that she too was panting in arousal. I mouthed the words, "I love you," and she gazed at me with such tenderness that I felt the tears well up in my eyes again. Meanwhile, Tricia was filling two of the six-quart bags (with pint increments measured off on the sides) with warm, steamy water. "Here's the game plan," she announced. "We'll start off with Karen, and give her two quarts before we give Paul(a) any water; my plan is to stagger this so both of them aren't full to bursting and ready to expel at the same time." Squeezing our fannies lasciviously, she asked, "Are you ready?" We both nodded, so she nodded to Rima, who started Karen's bag. "Feel free to play with each other's genitals, breasts, etc., while this is going on," Trish added.

I reached over and ran my hand along the curve of Karen's belly, asking, "Are you sure you're game for this?"

"Oh yes--I wanna go for a new record. But play with my tits and pussy, will you?" I responded by rubbing both breasts with one hand while teasing her labia and clitoris with the other, causing her mouth to open to utter little gasps of passion and utter sexual need. A double clicking sound indicated that Karen's flow was closed off and my infusion was beginning. She weighed my balls in her hand, then began a slow, exquisite stroking of my engorged manhood. I felt the overly warm water flowing into my belly, pushing aside everything in its path; my erection throbbed harder than ever, were that even possible. Karen's warm fingers wrapped around its rigid length felt like a touch of heaven, and I moaned in desperate arousal. Just when I thought I'd tumble over the edge into orgasm, a snap signaled that my first two quarts had flowed in, and that Karen's next two were beginning. I began to rub her expanding tummy gently, occasionally sneaking a couple of fingers downwards to tease her labia and clit, hearing her gasp in arousal as the heat from the massive infusion began to permeate her body. "Touch my titties," she moaned. "My nipples are like little penises standing at attention." What I felt when I brushed my hands over her breasts confirmed this assertion, and I felt an electric thrill of erotic empathy shoot through my loins, especially when I began to work those rock-hard buds with the thumbs and forefingers of each hand. At one point, I twisted both points especially hard, and she jumped on all fours, rubbing her wide, soft ass against mine as she erupted in a chain of mini-orgasms. Just as quickly, a snap! indicated her break period.

The second that quart three began to flow into my bowels, I felt the pre-ejaculate dripping furiously from the end of my penis; Karen looked over to note this, and began to speed up the pace of her hand movements, intent on bringing me to a quick climax so the treatment could build me up to yet another bursting erection. I soon found it impossible to hold out any longer, and with a basso groan I felt the burning exit of my semen, which shot violently against the far end of the tub in five or six powerful bursts. I heard applause, then Trish remarked, "It appears that Karen and Paul are one on one in the orgasm department, although I have a sneaking suspicion that Karen has come more than once since the treatment began--she's just not letting us know that she has." She pelted Karen's tush lightly with a studded rubber paddle, and inquired, "Isn't that right, homegirl?"

"Oh, yeah," Karen panted. "I've probably come at least six or seven times." She cradled her abdomen against the four quarts of water now inside her before bending to cleanse the tip of my dick with her velvet mouth. Just as quickly, a snap! signalled that quarts five and six were on their way into her colon, and she resumed her position, head down and rump thrust lewdly up in the air. She turned her head to face me, and I noted her open mouth, etched into a silent moan of passion as the water caused her belly to distend further and puff downward.

"You're starting to look a little `pregnant'," I observed. "Damn but you have a sexy big belly, Karen, even when it's empty." I felt her hand slide up my thigh to caress my re-awakening erection. "Trish," I inquired, turning my head to face her, "may I please have the next two quarts, please? I want to enjoy the feelings of fullness Karen is hogging for herself." A snap! signalled that the water was on its way to join the load already pooling in the stretching reaches of my colon; another snap ten seconds later indicated that Karen had finished quart six. I looked lovingly into Karen's eyes and remarked, "You know that you can forget our bet if you want to--I don't want to see you do anything that might hurt you, now that I realize how deeply I'm in love with you."

"Quit being a pussy," the blonde plumper teased. "If you're trying to get out of the endurance race, you'll have to come up with a better excuse than that." Looking at Trish and Rima, she replied, "Tell him, girls. You know how I got my reputation as the Lavage Queen; maybe it'll take his mind off his expanding belly and put his attention back on his genitals where it belongs."

Rima knelt at my side, rubbing my paunch gently, then trailing her fingers to my granite erection. "It's true, Paul(a). When we first did a gastroenterology practicum in our first year of the nursing program, the professor, a notorious dyke, once held a contest after we'd gotten about three weeks of practice giving each other enemas. Karen walked in, took eight quarts, and held them for an hour without the use of any retention devices." She giggled, then concluded, "That dyke professor fell in love with her, and invited Karen back for about four semesters running just to demonstrate that such feats are possible if an individual is able to master control of their sphincters and abdominal muscles. Of course, the professor also promised Karen an A+ in the course if Karen would let the prof eat her pussy while she was holding the two gallons of water."

"And that was no real problem," Karen rejoined, grunting just after the click! signalled that the end of quart eight had run into her beach-ball middle. "I got my A+, but then I had to call security on the dyke professor because she started stalking me." She reached over to touch my pendulous abdomen, which was just receiving quarts seven and eight. "You want a real rush?" she inquired, with a wicked smile on her face.

"What's that, hon?"

"Let `em run you all the way up through quart ten while I give you head and Trish tells you another one of my Lavage Queen exploits." She brought her face to mine, thrusting her tongue lasciviously into my mouth, swirling it around to the point that I could again feel precum leaking from the head of my shatteringly hard penis. "How about it, baby? Do you trust me?"

"Let's do it," I sighed, my voice shaky with a combination of lust and apprehension. Karen's mouth on my dick felt exquisite as I felt the volume and pressure increasing inside me to excruciating dimensions. I looked at my belly, noting that it was swollen as in pregnancy, and I felt as if I might burst at any moment. The water kept coming, possessing my entire consciousness as Trish recited the story of the time they all visited a colonic clinic (it was at this point that I discovered that Tricia had once been a nursing student but had burned out in her junior year and switched her major to psychology) just to treat themselves to a new kind of klismaphiliac experience.

"It was the standard routine," Tricia observed. "Total treatment volume for each of us was five gallons, and we could stop the infusion at any point to release as much as we wanted." She giggled, then began frigging her own clit as she drifted back into the memory: "Rima took about a gallon and a half, maybe two gallons, before she needed a break, but she was even thinner then, still lean and bony like a preadolescent. She did finish the rest of the five gallons, but could only manage a gallon to a gallon and a half at a time, and she rested for twenty minutes at each break, after releasing most of the water she'd absorbed." At this point, Rima came over and began lapping at Trish's labia, before picking up with the story.

"Andrea surprised all of us--her first three gallons went in with no problems at all, then she went all rigid, started shaking, and clutched her belly as if she was going to explode. The colonic therapist, an old hand at this kind of reaction, shut off the flow, whisked the tube from her rear, and massaged her stomach as she passed about two gallons of the infusion. . . ."

"My stomach looked like a medicine ball," Andy interrupted. "But after that I kept a gallon inside and took the other two gallons without incident, although it did take me forever to shit the rest of it back out." She began frigging her clit at the recollection, shivering over the intensity of the experience. "And then," she concluded, "I came about eighteen times in quick succession that last time the therapist pulled the tube out of my ass--it was heavenly!" Her eyes rolled back in her head as she bounced on the bathroom floor to the throes of her climax. I felt Karen's hand move from my weeping erection to my own beachball middle, caressing me gently before she looked over to Tricia and Rima.

"His gut's rock-hard," she observed. "I hope he doesn't rupture before we're through." She looked at me and nodded to Andrea: "Can you get the salt and a measuring spoon from the kitchen, and dump about two tablespoons into each bag?" Andrea scampered away, still wobbly from the climax she'd just sustained, returning within moments to do the necessary doctoring to our purges.

"Tricia also took about three gallons at the start, passed one, took the last two and screamed for the toilet just after the therapist shut off the water. But Karen," and here Andrea licked her lips in a lascivious manner, leaning over us to caress our distended paunches before resuming her story, "took all five gallons nonstop, fingering herself the whole time and moaning in orgasm. She was lost in her own little world, and after the rest of us had expelled and were lying around absolutely exhausted, begged the attendant for another gallon because she felt so `empty'." She patted Karen's tummy as she opened the clamp to let quarts nine and ten flow into her expanding middle.

"Give me a whole gallon at once--then I'll still be two quarts ahead of that pussy Paula," Karen snarled lustfully. She rubbed her stomach luxuriantly as the water stuffed itself further and further into the farthest reaches of her colon, and then returned her attention to my dick, capturing it in her mouth to fellate me exquisitely until the twelfth quart had finished flowing into her. She removed her mouth from my manhood long enough to ask, "Can you handle just two more little quarts, dear, or are you needing to get rid of your load?" then returned to her exquisite act of fellatio.

"As long as you let me come in your mouth," I replied, grunting as a snap! indicated that I'd soon be holding three gallons of water inside my exploding tummy.

"The really amazing thing," Trish observed, "is that even after taking the extra gallon, Karen kneeled in front of the therapist with her fanny up in the air and masturbated for another ten minutes before she asked the uniformed woman to help her into the john." She came over and began slapping at our buttcheeks with a wire-bristled hairbrush to spur us on to climax, adding, "Of course, we didn't see Karen for about two days afterwards--she slept for about thirty hours after we dropped her off at her apartment."

"Between the cleaning out and sleeping through about four mealtimes, I lost about fifteen pounds on that excursion," Karen remarked. "All my jeans and panties were baggy and my tits shrank-- until Trish and Andrea took pity on me and forced me to eat two pizzas and a half-gallon of ice cream at one sitting." She shivered from holding her twelve quarts of water, just as Rima opened the clamp to let quarts eleven and twelve flow into my depraved behind. Karen resumed her mouth action on my dick, to the point that I shot a copious load into her mouth and down her gullet when I was halfway through quart twelve.

"God, it hurts so bad!" I complained after Rima closed the clamp. "I think I've reached the end of my road--can I please release all this water?" Rima and Tricia quickly helped me to stand, sat me in a squat over the toilet, and began to ease the oversized nozzle from my rear, holding me as I collapsed in their arms while the huge load of water thundered from my behind. I looked over to see Karen furiously frigging her clit as Andy released quarts thirteen and fourteen into her overstuffed bowels. As I grunted from my own cramping expulsion, I asked Karen, "Isn't your belly starting to hurt, even just a little?"

"I feel pretty full," she replied, "but no, the initial cramps from the first gallon or two passed long ago. What I do feel is a chain of orgasms ripping through my whole body." A loud click! indicated that she now held three and a half gallons of water inside her straining belly, and although she denied feeling pain, a sheen of sweat covered her entire body. "Once you're done on the john, honey dearest, I want you to come over and fuck me dogstyle; I want your hands all over my big belly while I take even more water inside me." I grunted and strained to release the last of my huge hydraulic humiliation, then nodded to Rima and Andrea, who came over to wipe me, cleanse my rear with washcloths, and pat baby powder into my overworked anal region. I approached Karen in her obscene position as Trish opened the clamp to release quarts fifteen and sixteen into her insatiable bottom, my erection stirring back into life at the sight of those soft white globes. "Come fuck me, darlin'--I need it sooo badddd!" Her voice was a ragged gasp as I eased my erection into the moist heat of her vagina. "By the way, from the pictures my mother--a spit and image of me when she was younger--showed me of her when she was carrying me, this is what I'll look like when I'm about seven months along. So you can imagine the kind of agony you'll face trying to keep up with me in the third trimester." I began running my hands soothingly across the grossly distended curvature of her fecund belly as I slid in and out of the moist heat of her hungry vagina, its walls compressed by the weight of the enormous load inside her colon. "Please rub my tummy a little harder," she begged, "so the water will reach every hidden gas pocket and clean me out really well. If you don't help me with that, there's a real chance that my colon could rupture when I release this load." I began squeezing her belly with increasing force, likewise accelerating the intensity and speed of the pistoning motion of my hips driving my lust- engorged cock in and out of her sweet pocket of feminine mystery. Her voice became a ragged gasp as she urged me onward, grunting with the gurglings and rumblings that emerged from her distended middle. "Trish, how much water is in me now?" she inquired with an obscene purr in her voice.

"Sixteen quarts, so there's two left in this bag; shall I have Andy and Rima fill some more pitchers to top you off when I run in the last two?" Her face bore a mysterious smile that didn't quite hide her fear for Karen's safety.

"Absolutely--I want to show Paul what I'll look like just before our baby is born." She moaned in orgasm several times as Trish let in the last two quarts in the bag, while the other women filled the pitchers with six more quarts in reserve. "Andy, will you get the camcorder from my purse?" Karen shook with an overload of lust. "Damn but I wish we'd been taping this from the start. Oh well--better to have some footage of my tummy getting really big so Paul will have something to masturbate over in case I don't survive." I stopped my stroking as tears leaped to my eyes; I couldn't face the possibility that this dear woman might push the envelope so far that she died in my arms. "Don't you dare stop fucking me, Paul," she said in mock sternness. "I don't think I'll die--I really do know what I'm doing."

"But you're trying to match a record you set how many years ago?"

"About four, to be precise. I took a year off from school to work as a medical advisor to the Hellfire Club in New York City." The thought of that famous venue for sadomasochistic excess revived my arousal to an incredible degree, and I began slamming my dick in and out of her even more forcefully. "I like that--in fact, I think I could use a lot more of that before the night is through." Her callypygous fanny slammed back at me, the weight of the internal swimming pool she held by sheer will adding to the force of the movement with which she met my thrusts. "God, I love fucking you, Paul. I don't think I'll ever stop coming tonight." She began making little mewling gasps deep in her throat, interspersed with gutteral grunts that made my dick throb all that much harder. "Thanks for sharing the family formula with us, Rima; I've never been so incredibly horny in my life. But when are you and Trish and Andy going to get down and dirty like we've been doing all evening?"

"As soon as you're done hogging all the hot water and have released it safely," Rima replied. "I'll need to rinse those six-quart bags so we can all hook up and fill up together. In fact, Andy, will you get the other six quart model out of the car, please?" The elfin redhead left to pursue her errand, returning moments later as Rima directed, "Now rinse out the bag Paul(a) was using, run water to the right temp, put two ounces of the powder in each bag when they're half full, and top them off." She poured one of the pitchers of reserve water into Karen's bag, then slowly began pouring in the contents of the second pitcher after opening the clamp. "This is the home stretch, hon. Are you ready to take the rest of it nonstop?"

"Oh yeah, baby. Fill my guts until it comes out my mouth." She humped back forcefully against me, commanding, "Paul, don't stop fucking me whatever you do. Even if you come, keep sliding that dick in and out of my cunt--it's the only thing that keeps me from cashing in my chips." Her voice became a wail, changing into a high-pitched ululation then a caterwauling that sent Tricia running to put a heavy metal CD on her stereo and crank the volume up loud. "Fuck me harder, baby--fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmeFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME . . . ooh baby baby baby FUUUCCCCKKKKKMMMEEEEEEE!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs; I looked up to see that the bag, filled for the fourth time, was nearly empty. Slamming my dick in and out of her cunt as fast and hard as I could, I pressed hard into the hugely swollen expanse of her belly at the same time, squeezing its distended contour roughly to work the last of the water into places inside her system that might have trapped undigested food for a decade or more.

Then, feeling her big soft round ass slamming against my groin, I began to come profusely, delivering my spunk in hot jets that made me tingle from every bodily locus at once--from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, in my nipples, in my ass, deep inside my belly, throughout my chest cavity, ringing in my ears, blurring my vision, and finally making my balls and the head of my dick feel as if they were being ripped out by the roots. I slumped against Karen's plump rear, still easing my dick in and out of her superheated womanhood as I heard her screaming and gasping and moaning as if from a great distance away. I continued to massage her belly roughly, wanting to ensure that she'd be able to complete her expulsion without rupturing her precious colon, which had to this point taken the most strenuous of discipline it had taken since she began her nursing program.

"Ease up, baby, or I'm gonna shit all over your crotch." She slumped forward, my dick popping out of her pussy with a wet plop, and lay on her belly barely moving. "I'm so full," she groaned. "Why oh why did I do that to myself again?" Rising to a vertical position where she sat on her feet, she said, in a softer tone, "Just rub my tummy gently, and keep with me while I try to make it to the toilet without having an accident." I cradled her waist with my arms, supporting her with my shoulders as she got shakily to her feet, then followed her, still tenderly massaging her huge gut, as she made a tipsy beeline to the waiting john, Rima trailing behind us with the bag in her hand. "Now ease that big nozzle out of my rear end, then get on your knees and love on me while I expel." I gently backed the hospital special out of her behind, closing the clamp and handing it to Rima, then sank to my knees as she sat heavily on the can. I kissed her tenderly, and her eager response guided me to begin a soul kiss that seemed to last forever, a tongue duel that distracted her from the crampy pain in her midsection, while reaching to stroke the orgasm-swollen lips of her vagina and fully erect clit with the fingers of my right hand. "Ooohh-- that's so gooddd! Keep it up, darlin'--don't stop until my gut has deflated all the way." I continued kissing and stroking her, somewhat alarmed by the ominous rumbles and gurgles and thunderous farts that echoed continuously from her slowly-deflating paunch.

Just as I was about to comment about these dangerous-sounding noises, Andrea observed, "I'm getting it all on video, from the time you started taking quart seventeen, all the way through twenty-four and the whole expulsion sequence." Bringing the camcorder in for a closeup of Karen's sweat-sodden hair, red face, and sex-flushed neck and breasts, she asked, "How does it feel to gain and lose nearly fifty pounds in less than a half hour?" She grinned cherubically at Karen as she waited for a response.

"It feels as if somebody stuck a garden hose at full pressure up my ass for about ten minutes. How do you think it feels, you little ninny?" She glared at Andy for the inappropriate nature of her question, then relented and replied in a softer tone, "Actually, hon, I think I've come about a hundred times just since Paul pulled the nozzle out of my ass. And I'm by no means done expelling," she grunted as another huge fart wracked her gut and we heard her passing more diluted waste. I met her lips with mine again, stroking her clitoris and massaging her abdomen with busy hands as she continued to empty of the huge invasion.

"I can see that your belly is still pretty distended," Andy noted. "I'll keep on snapping footage of this tender scene while Rima is getting our bags ready." She approached us to bestow a tender peck of her lips on each of our foreheads, then backed off for some profile shots of Karen's dwindling paunch. I heard my chubby blonde lover gasp in orgasm numerous times, in rhythm to the sound of her emptying, before she pushed my hands away from her belly and crotch, redirected them to her breasts, and wrapped her arms tenderly around me.

"That was wonderful, dear. If Andy and Trish and Rima can wipe me, I'll send you out to my Versailles for some more three-quart pitchers and camcorder cartridges so we can finish shooting this video when they surrender their backsides and tummies to our treatment." She kissed me with tenderness and passion before swatting my rump and directing me to her purse where the keys to the Lincoln resided. When I returned a few minutes later, Karen had just started Tricia's bag and was lubing Rima's butt for her heavy load; after filling the pitchers to the proper temperature, I began prepping Andrea, wiggling my thumb in and out of her tiny, puckered asshole to the point that she screamed in arousal; "It's not fair to make me come before you even start draining the water into me. Karen will be sooo jealous!" Still, her backside bucked against my left hand to draw the three fingers I'd inserted just a little deeper inside her fundament.

"I don't do jealousy with my sistahs," Karen replied. "However, if you divert Paul away from me when I want to play with him, I will take my revenge in some really perverted way." She came over after starting Rima's flow, grabbing my wrist so my fingers pulled out of Andy's tush with a pop, then lubed her nozzle with Vicks and thrust it roughly home.

"Owwww--you weren't kidding about that revenge buzz, were you? Now how am I supposed to even compete with Trish and Rima when my asshole's already on fire?" She squirmed her petite asscheeks, swaying them lasciviously as if the sight would break Karen's resolve. After a few more minutes of squirming, during which two quarts or so of the steaming water had drained into her innards, her asscheeks shook like jelly in what looked like the granddaddy of all anal orgasms, so Karen and I helped her to her feet and positioned her next to Rima and Trish in the tub. After a quick inventory of the pitchers (six in all, filled to their capacity of three quarts apiece), we left the bathroom to fetch three oversized vibrating buttplugs from Trish's master bedroom.

"We've got a little surprise for you, girls," Karen announced on our return. "Trish, how much water do you think you can hold for an extended period of time?"

"I don't know--probably about three gallons right now, since you folks cleaned me out so thoroughly earlier this evening."

"And you, Rima?" Karen tapped her right foot impatiently while she waited for an answer.

"I've been putting on some weight lately, so I'm sure my colon can stretch to hold three gallons, too."

"Andrea?" She had to repeat herself because the petite redhead was in a world of her own, writhing in orgasm after orgasm, since her lower body weight meant that she'd absorbed the aphrodisiac formula more quickly than Trish and Rima. "How much, Andy baby?"

"Oh, at least three gallons, if not more." Her ass churned with passion as she diddled her clit busily, so Karen nodded to me to start refilling her bag first. I got five of the six quarts in, waited for a few minutes, and poured in the rest. Meanwhile, Karen was topping off Trish's bag, and we met to pour the last two pitchers into Rima's bag.

By this time, all three women were writhing sensually to the internal rhythms of their individual arousal; I stood with my arm draped loosely around Karen's waist, squeezing her right buttock as we watched the show. "Here's the game plan," she announced, as we watched the bags flatten out high above the three women's heads. "We're going to seal these loads off with vibrating buttplugs so you can do a three-way sixty-nine while Paul fucks my ass. Is everybody ready?"

"How long do we keep the buttplugs in?" Rima asked suspiciously.

"Oh, at least for an hour," Karen answered. "I want you gals to be fresh as daisies in your back doors once you get rid of your loads." She led me on a circuit of the three bloated women, first pulling Rima's nozzle to replace it with a plug; seating it with a pop, she switched on the vibrator while I helped her into a pair of skintight, crotchless rubber panties.

Next came Trish, who was just starting to shift into orgasmic overdrive from the aphrodisiac in her system and the heavy load of water in her belly; she belched as Karen twirled the nozzle out of her bung and replaced it with the big plug. She too looked nearly pregnant once I'd snugged the skintight latex panties home on her body.

Andrea, still vibrating to her own internal drummer, gasped and shook in a chain of continuous orgasms when Karen pulled her nozzle and shoved the plug home deftly, hiccuping against the fullness in her gut as I pulled the tight panties up over her hips.

"Now grab a rubber sheet from the closet so you folks can lie down and take your pleasure with each other," Karen directed, before getting on her hands and knees in front of me and adding, "lube me up, baby." I responded by smearing a big blob of K-Y on my right thumb and pushing it slowly into her plump moon, twirling it around so her sphincter would loosen up enough to accept my rock-hard dick easily. "That's the way," she moaned. "Oh--give it to me--now." I dropped the tube of lubricant, seized her asscheeks in both hands, and shoved forcefully into her, not stopping until I was buried to the hilt. "SO GOOD!" she shrieked, humping back against me to encourage my movement in and out of her lustful ass. I began to hump faster and harder in and out of her plump rear, revelling in the delicious tightness of her nether eye.

"God, Karen, you've got the sweetest ass I've ever fucked. I can't remember when my dick has felt this hard--or this big. When I come, I'm going to shoot my jizz so hard and so far you'll be able to taste it in the back of your throat." I slammed forcefully in and out of her ass, grippng her cheeks savagely as if to rip them apart; she responded with obscene grunts, slamming her ass harder and harder back against my crotch, to the point that I was certain I'd show the bruises on my pelvic area for a week.

"This is the best fucking I've ever had," she exclaimed. "Your dick feels so big inside me that I'm sure I've died and gone to heaven. Don't stop fucking me, whatever you do. But play with my tits now, okay?" She humped back at me with even more force, as if to encourage me to savage her breasts in the same way I was savaging her ass. I responded by mauling the luscious plumpness of her boobs, squeezing them hard and twisting the nipples until they became rock-hard points. I could tell by the rising pitch of her gasping that she liked the way I was manhandling her boobies, so I squeezed them even harder, pulling on her nipples with a force that threatened to rip them from her breasts. "I like it when you get a little rough with me--it fires my blood and makes me feel alive. Now fuck me even harder so we can both come."

I sank my dick faster and faster into her lush behind, marvelling at the heat and tightness of that dark back passage, until I began to gasp out my passion, slamming in and out of her so forcefully I was sure I'd rupture her colon before I was through. She humped back at me so hard I was sure my schlong would be pulled out by the roots, until her voice became a high-pitched whine, then a desperate scream, "CUMMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGG! OHGAWD OHGAWD OHGAWD UH UH UH" and lunged back at me as I felt my semen begin to rise, making its long, sweet, searing journey from the base of my belly through my swollen testes and out the head of my rock hard penis, shooting deep into the clenching reaches of her bowels while I kept slamming my dick in and out of her ass with all the force I could muster. Finally, spent, I collapsed against her plump tush as she slid forward onto the floor, sprawling there below me like some obscene fucked-out doll as I kept my slowly-detumescing penis inside her ravaged asshole. "Don't pull out, baby. I want you to pee inside my guts when you're ready to let fly."

Finally catching my breath, I felt the pressure begin in my bladder, and eventually the burning urine travelled through my urethra and out into the warmth of her back passage, filling her with my brine as I revelled again in her delicious tightness. I began rubbing her sides and what I could reach of her breasts as we lay there in our perverse afterglow, until finally, she grunted and inquired, "Can you help me get to the john? I don't want to let your piss out all over the floor?"

"Sure thing, darling." I moved back as my dick pulled out of her with a plopping sound, then brought my hands to her rear to squeeze her cheeks tightly together as she rose in front of me. I followed her as a rear guard as she limped to the toilet, not taking my hands off her ass until she was safely seated and began a farting, thundering release of the brine I'd scalded her guts with a few minutes earlier. Considerable farting accompanied this action, and I felt my dick rise in response; "God, the sound of the gas I pumped into your butt is making me horny again. Can we do this again when you're done shitting?"

"Oh yeah," she crooned enthusiastically. "But first I want you to flush me out with a hot enema, then give me a smaller one that I can hold while you're fucking me." She looked at me lustfully as a shiver ran through her body.

"Isn't that kind of dangerous, to retain an enema with a dick up your ass?" The thought did intrigue me, however, and I could feel my peter weeping precum at the thought of plunging into her rear filled with warm liquid.

"Only if you get carried away, or try to fill the colon too full." She grunted again, uttering more of those urgent farts that made my erection throb at the sound. "Look at Trish and Rima and Andy," she indicated. "It looks like Rima's family formula has done them in." I stared at the three of them lying asleep with their mouths still at each other's crotches, bellies still bulging with the enemas they retained.

"Should we wake `em up for our show? They'll be really sick and achey if we let them sleep too long with three gallons of water apiece locked inside their tums."

"Naw--let `em rest. Nature will wake them up when the retention cramps get too intense. Now come on and run a tummy wash for me--I can't wait to feel your dick inside my ass again." She rubbed her stomach, adding, "It feels so empty, and I don't want to feel empty again until after I give birth." She rose to wipe herself as I began running water to the proper temperature, directing, "FIll one of the six-quart bags, add some salt and the aphrodisiac compound, okay?" She disappeared for a few moments while I completed this chore.

When she returned, she was carrying a two-quart douche bulb with a fat tip shaped very much like a butt plug. "Once you get my water started on its invasion of my bowels," she declared, "I'm going to stuff this up your ass and squeeze it all into you at once, complete with more of Rima's aphrodisiac powder. Then you'll really be ready to fuck me in the ass again." Her voice was a shiver of lust as she informed me of her plans, and I reached to her midsection, trailing my hand down her gently curved belly to slide two fingers into her superheated cunt. "Oh, Gawd, I'm so hot just thinking about how we're going to get off." I plunged my fingers deeper inside her, hooking them toward the back of her vaginal walls in an attempt to find her Graffenberg spot, causing her to moan in an unexpected climax. "So good--I haven't had a G-spot orgasm for a while."

Her ragged breathing soon gave way to uninhibited panting as I brought her to three more orgasms before removing my fingers, only to thrust them up her hungry anus. Pumping them in and out, I watched her eyes glaze over as she came again. "Enough already," she protested, pulling my hand away from her ass and bringing my fingers up to her mouth to suck her slimy secretions off them. "Mmm--it tastes like my pussy and my butt all mingled together. Sexy." Bending over in the tub, she directed, "Stick the nozzle all the way inside me and let `er rip," so I took her at her word, hanging the bag as high as I could get it before opening the clamp to release the near-scalding water into her greedy asshole. I began a gentle massage of her expanding middle as the water forced its way in, increasing my pressure as I watched her tummy start to bulge downward.

Finally, I noted that the bag was empty, and I closed the clamp before sitting on the edge of the tub so that my own anus was exposed to her ministrations. "Come take my ass with that douche bulb," I begged. I heard her get up, hiccupping from the fullness in her colon, and then felt the huge tip of the nozzle entering my rear, followed by a quick burst as she squeezed the entire two quarts into me all at once. My dick was rock-hard within minutes, testament to the aphrodisiac powder mixed into the water. Kneeling in the tub facing her, I took her into my arms for a deep soul kiss, the nozzles of both instruments still dangling from our behinds. "I love you so much, Karen," I crooned. "You are so scrumptious."

"Do you really think so, hon? You're not just saying that because I'm carrying your baby? I always thought I was a big fat cow." She delivered this last remark with her eyes downcast, a tear sliding down her alabaster cheek.

"Oh no, babe. I find the soft, lush lines of your body a major turnon. You're not a cow--you're a love goddess." I hugged her hard, pressing my bursting erection against her inflated belly. "My sexual aesthetic is more like a Hispanic male's, I guess--I really dig the feel of a woman's soft, opulent flesh next to my body." I cupped the cheeks of her ass with my hands, remarking, "Such a marvelously soft, wide, squeezable ass, and it feels so good slamming against me when I fuck it." I brought my hands up to caress her swollen middle, observing, "And a warm, fecund, ultra- feminine belly, a sweet pudding that invites my delectation," then cupped her breasts with both hands, "and mammaries that cry out to be squeezed and fondled." I drew her into a bone- crushing hug, ending my testimonial, "Yours is a female body that won't break when I hug you hard, a solid, substantial refuge for my feral lusts and my fragile heart. I love every inch of you, so don't be developing an eating disorder or deciding you want to be thin as a model, because that would turn me right off." I returned my hands to the ivory pillows of her ass, squeezing and separating the globes as our mutual arousal grew.

"Let's release our purges so you can run a couple of quarts up me with the douche nozzle; I'm craving your dick up my ass way bad."

"You go first," I offered, taking her hand to lead her to the john. I squatted in front of her after pulling her nozzle and settling her on the seat. Pressing hard into her belly, I felt my erection throbbing even harder as rumblings and farts emanated from her bowels. I looked up to see that she had a beatific smile on her face. "Feels really good to let it go, doesn't it?" I asked.

"You can't imagine--I keep having these mini-orgasms as the water shoots from my rear." Wrapping me in a warm hug, she added, "You're about to get into something so deliciously kinky, so nasty, when you fuck my ass with a bellyful of water inside me. God, I shiver just thinking about how good it's going to be." She pushed my hands away momentarily, pressing hard into her swollen middle to hasten her evacuation.

"Have you ever had other guys fuck you up the ass while you were holding an enema deep inside you?" I revealed my voyeurism by that remark, and she stared at me with deep lust in her eyes.

"Only one, but that was a disaster because I hadn't cleansed myself adequately before I tried it. We got watery shit all over the bed, made a trail of it enroute to the bathroom, and I never saw that guy again. It's too bad, in a way, because he was really sweet. But he was a lot younger than you, much less worldly, and he just didn't understand." She fell silent, concentrating on voiding the rest of the solution from her bowels, still pressing hard into her midsection to hasten the process. Finally, she announced, "I'm done--it's your turn. Unless . . . " her voice trailed off.

"Unless?"

"Unless you want me to lock that inside you with an inflatable plug, so we're both super-hot when I have you do this really nasty activity with me." Her eyes implored me--in answer I just kissed her. She directed me to bend over in the tub and skipped away to fetch said retention device, returned momentarily, slid the douche tip from my ass, and inserted the plug, pumping it to maximum inflation so I could relax with the pool of water sloshing in my guts. She filled the douche bulb at the sink (Trish's bathroom sink was set up like a medical deep sink, with a special gooseneck faucet to which bidet, douche, and enema lines could be attached), rinsed the tip and relubed it, and came over to the tub and turned so I could watch her squirt the liquid into her bowels. "It feels so good squirting into me this way--I know a lot of guys have gotten freaked out because they figure I'm defying gravity and asking for trouble by doing this in a standing position, but it only makes me hot." She eased the oversized tip out of her rear, smeared another glob of K-Y on the star of her sphincter, and bent over in front of me. "Now shove your dick up my randy asshole," she ordered. "I want to feel the fullness and pressure like I haven't felt it for several years."

"Like back in the days when you first earned your `Lavage Queen' soubriquet?" I quipped.

"Exactly. Come fill my nasty backhole with your steelhard love." She wiggled her wide ass in front of me, setting off a flame of desire in my loins. I eased my erection slowly into her behind, marvelling at the moist heat inside.

"God it feels good, Karen. That warm water just caresses my dick like a perfect bath." I began sliding in and out of her, building in momentum and force as she began gasping and crying out sharply, then screaming my name over and over. I was just about to come when Rima hobbled over to the toilet, eased the buttplug nozzle from her ass, and began to pass her twelve quarts with ominous farts and rumblings emanating from her midsection.

She looked amusedly over at us, and inquired, "Did you folks help yourselves to more of my special powder?" She pressed hard into her inflated belly as she looked at us intently.

"I hope it was all right," Karen grunted, then asked me, "are you ready to come yet, baby?"

"Oh yeah--I can't believe how good this feels."

"Let it go, sugar. Fill me with your cum, and stay inside me so you can piss in my colon, too."

"You Westerners think you invented kinky sex, don't you?" Rima observed, grunting as the water shooting from her behind slowed to a trickle. "Do you suppose I should wake Trish and Andy so they can release, too? Big orgy plans today; you two are invited, unless you want to spend some time by yourselves."

Turning her head to face me, Karen said, "Let's talk about it after we're done with this activity, okay, hon?"

I just grunted, humping harder and faster until I screamed, "I'm coming!" and jetted my seed into the clenching reaches of her bowels, hearing her own moans and yells within a half-second after my own exclamation of joy.

By this time, Rima was wiping herself, and she crossed the room to where Trish and Andy still lay entwined. Slapping each of them sharply on the ass, she shouted, "Wake up and empty, girls. We've got a lot of preparation to do for that orgy we're invited to."

I relaxed, still connected to Karen, felt a burning in my bladder, and emptied my urine into her stuffed belly as I stroked her flanks.

Karen and I were just about to take our turns on the toilet seat so recently vacated by Rima when Trish plopped herself down as she pulled her plug out, called a groggy "Morning, lovebirds," and farted loudly as she began passing the twelve quarts of water locked in her belly for several hours. I looked at Karen: "The tub?"

"Yeah--I can't hold this any longer, especially not with your pee agitating the water and cum inside my bowels." She plumped her ass on the inside of the tub, seated on the rim with her legs on the tile floor, and I followed suit, sitting beside her. She deflated the plug and eased it out of my ass, I goosed her butt, and we both let go, rubbing our bellies as the water shot out of us.

"I hope you perverts are planning to scrub my tub after that nasty show," Tricia intoned with mock severity, her hand straying to her pubic mound to fiddle with her clit as she continued to release the huge load that had increased her abdominal girth by a foot. We sat with our arms around each other as the last trickles of water left our rears, then got up and wiped each other before getting on hands and knees to scrub and rinse the tub. By the time it was spotless, Trish was finished, and she joined us while Andy sat on the pot grunting to get rid of her heavy load. "Ready for a shower?" she inquired.

"Yeah--I guess we all need to get clean, don't we?" I remarked. "I hope Karen and I didn't make too much noise while you fools were passed out from your wet daisy chain."

"Just enough to make me crave a dick up my ass again," Trish said in a shivery voice. "Do you mind if I borrow Paul's cock for some friendly sodomy while we're taking our group shower?"

"Not at all, sweet sistah, because I'm going to have him eat my asshole while he's fucking yours." She farted loudly, giggling because her anus craved loving so much.

"Hope Andy and Rima don't feel left out," Trish commented.

"Don't worry about us," Andy called from the can. "Rima's getting one of our favorite toys from the car--a double-headed dildo twenty-two inches long and three inches thick. Once we're both nice and clean, we're going to bump our butts together in the shower while you three are doing your wild kinky thang." She forced the last of the purge from her rear, rose, wiped carefully, closed the lid and flushed, then came over to join us with a bright smile on her face, just as Rima loped in with the awesome toy intended for their mutual anal delectation.

"What a rectum-wrecker," Karen commented. "Looks to me like you two will have to put tampons or buttplugs in after you get done with that; it'll probably churn loose more shit before you get dressed to go out and pick up party favors for the orgy." She shivered slightly as Trish turned on the shower taps to begin running steamy water. "How'd you like one end of that thing in your ass, Paul(a)? Think you could handle it?"

"Only if the other end was up your butt, sweet lady." I wormed a finger up her bung, causing her to gasp in arousal.

"The kitchen clock read eight-thirty when I came back in from the car. We've got a lot to do, so we'd better hurry up if we're going to make the orgy by two p.m.," Rima noted.

After we were all in the shower and had begun to lather each other and scrub one another's hair with shampoo, Karen kissed Rima on the lips, then said, "Tell us about this orgy we're all invited to. Like, who's gonna be there? And what kind of play are they into? Also, what about etiquette?" She rinsed off quickly, taking special care to make sure her cunt and asshole were squeaky clean, then ceding her place under the spray to Tricia, who was anxious to feel my blood- engorged woodie in her tight asshole.

"Nursing students and a few faculty, a number of psych people who know Trish, and a few really cool, gentle guys from this biker club composed almost entirely of local poets. A lot of the action will be similar to what the five of us do, although some of the people are also into golden showers and fisting. The usual etiquette: cleanliness, bring snacks and your choice of booze or other goodies, no jumping into a scene without permission, that sort of thing."

"Tell me," Karen inquired, "is that dyke professor who stalked me likely to be there?"

"She might be, but I was told recently that she'd spent several months in a psych ward because the faculty senate ordered her into therapy after a number of sexual harrassment complaints from other nursing students. So she might just have a different attitude now."

Karen looked at her dubiously, turned to me, and rolled her eyes: "It's pretty damned hard for a leopard to change her spots, I'd say." Turning back to Rima, she answered, "I'll tell you what--let me think on it while Paul and I help you three get ready, then we can decide just before you folks are about to go pick up supplies." She got on her knees to suck me into a firmer erection as Trish bent over in front of me, lubing her sphincter with liquid soap. Within minutes I was pumping lustfully in and out of the brunette's behind while snaking my tongue in and out of Karen's rear. "Baby, you eat my ass so good," Karen grunted lustfully. "I'm almost sort of jealous of Trish because she has your dick buried in her ass, and mine has to settle for your tongue--for right now, anyway."

"It makes me wish I had two dicks, mounted side-by-side, so I could buttfuck both of you at the same time," I commented wryly.

"Now there's a genetic engineering project that few horny women would question," Rima giggled. "Seems to me like my ancestors once had a line on something like that."

"The hell," Andrea grunted, feeling her end of the double dong pushing deep into her bowels. "To hear you talk, Rima, your ancestors invented every sexual nuance around."

"Oh yeah?" the Eurasian beauty retorted. "Take that!" and shoved especially hard so the dildo penetrated the redheaded pixie even deeper.

"Cumming!" Andy gasped. "I'll probably bleed from my ass later, but it's worth it for the intensity of the sensation." She bucked back at Rima, bumping hard into her ass.

"Baby eats my ass so good," Karen moaned; I could see that she had a hand between her legs, her fingers busily working to get herself off. Trish, meanwhile, was grunting with pleasure as my engorged dick plumbed her tight asshole.

"I'm gonna cumm!" she shouted, humping harder against my belly. I couldn't take much more of her tight back passage, and I buried my woodie to the hilt at her shriek of ecstasy, delivering several hot squirts deep into her bowels. As Tricia began to recover her breath, she ran her hands up Karen's thighs to stimulate her to orgasm, touching the blond woman's hands that were busy in her box. "Karen, hon, is it all right if Paul(a) pisses into my colon?"

"Oh, yeah. Paul, do it--give this slut a good strong piss enema, whenever you're ready." I grunted, feeling the postorgasmic pressure in my bladder, and began to deliver the yellow load into Trish's greedy fundament, not stopping until I was drained, simultaneously hearing her gasp from another climax brought on by the burning fullness. My urine spent, my dick began to wither, sliding out of her asshole with a plop.

"My turn," Karen said, getting on all fours as Trish clutched her belly against the burning load she was determined to hold as long as she could. "Come here, hon," she directed, and took my slimy rod in her mouth, cleansing it of Tricia's rectal mucous and my spend and urine, bringing it back to full erection by simultaneously inserting a soapy finger up my bung. "Fuck my pussy so I can make sure I've got enough of your cum inside me to make our baby grow strong and healthy." She spread her cheeks as I inserted my dick into her glistening vagina, humping back forcefully as she began a lust-crazed pattern of grunting and moaning.

Meanwhile, Trish had given up on holding her load of semen and urine any longer, and she squatted over the shower drain, farting loudly as her organic purge spattered from her rear. "Sorry, folks; I'd hoped to get in on the double dong with Andy and Rima, as it would have been fun to be penetrated by that monster while I had a bellyful of hot piss, but I just couldn't hold it anymore." After directing the spray to rinse the nasty ejecta from her rear down the drain, she rose, scrubbed her backside, and said, "I'm going to dry off, get dressed, and start making breakfast. Andy and Rima, you might want to finish what you're doing so you can help me with breakfast and check over the list I made for the orgy."

Giggles and whimpers accompanied this announcement, but the redhead and the dark beauty obediently rinsed off and exited the shower, leaving us alone. As I continued to slam my dick in and out of Karen's molten cunt, she asked, "Do you want to attend that orgy, or should we just go over to my place and feast on each other?" Her gasping reassured me she was again on the verge of an orgasm, so I reached between her legs to begin toying with her engorged clitoris. A sharp cry escaped her lips, reassuring me I'd found the right button.

"I am kind of intrigued about fisting; I've never seen it done except for the time I saw Caligula on video and watched Malcolm McDowell do a guy that way with sheep grease. I seem to recall, too, that earlier Trish was threatening to have Andy fist someone."

"I am a little apprehensive about running into that dyke professor again," she said with a tremor in her voice. "And besides, I really just want to enjoy you all to myself this afternoon and evening. It's a beautiful Saturday in November, we're both caught up on schoolwork, classes resume on Monday, and we've just declared our love for each other. I thought it might be fun to take a drive somewhere, maybe even go hiking, then come back to my place and make hot monkey love all night." She screamed in a sudden climax, with such intensity that I found myself jetting my seed deep against the walls of her cervix, continuing to hump into her until my dick shriveled and popped out.

"Actually, after the homemade orgy here the last day or so, I don't know if I want to go hang out with strangers, even strangers that you and Trish and Andy and Rima all seem to know. I think I'd just as soon hang with you, get outdoors, and have a double or triple or quadruple serving of that hot monkey love." I drew her into my arms as we stood under the shower, kissing her with a tenderness and passion I didn't remember having felt for anyone ever before. "I'm kind of amazed at how things worked out, Karen. When I decided to call you at the beginning of the break, I had no idea things might move in this direction. I expected good sex, lots of kinky, gut-busting enemas, and a relaxing time of getting high and eating whatever I wanted, but I didn't expect to fall in love." I kissed her again, tracing the planes of her alabaster face with my fingertips.

"Any regrets?" She took the initiative on the next kiss, sliding her hands down my sides with a tenderness that made me ache with love and longing.

"None whatsoever. I remember thinking, when I first moved down here to start grad school, that if I was really patient with people, and kept my karma balanced, and treated women as friends first, that I might meet someone I could really hit it off with." I paused, a lump in my throat, then went on, "I just never expected it to be with someone as beautiful and tender and caring as you are, Karen. It's kind of freaking me out."

"I'm kinda freaking out, too, Paul. Maybe sometime soon I'll be able to open up to you about why Trish and the rest of the gang are so protective of me. The point is this: I never expected to meet someone as bright and sensitive as you are, or as perfectly matched to my sexual tastes. The first time I met you, when Trish brought you back to her house in feminine clothes, with that tampon up your butt, I was silently praying that Trish didn't have her hooks into you too deeply, because I was so instantly attracted to you." A slight sob escaped her throat, so I hugged her all that much harder, making comforting noises as she shook in my arms. "I know I sound really insecure, but what is it that so attracts you to me? I'm not as academically inclined as you are; in fact, I have to work really hard to keep up my grades. I've always been a little bit inhibited, too; in high school, they called me the Ice Queen. In fact, it's been my exposure to Trish and Rima and Andy that has drawn me out of my shell. I was a real wreck when I met them in our first semester of nursing school." She sighed as she recalled that first meeting.

"I don't want to interrupt, but I think the hot water is running out. Can we continue as we dry off and get dressed?"

"Of course," she smiled, taking my hand as she shut off the shower taps. We dried each other tenderly with some of the big fluffy towels Trish had left in the bathroom for us, then loped through the kitchen, where the inviting smells of frying bacon, sausage, and eggs greeted us. "We're heading to Trish's bedroom to get dressed--I hope that's all right."

"Of course," Trish answered. "I think Andy brought your bag in from the Lincoln."

"How come Andy's making all the trips to the car? It seems like everyone's treating her as their personal errand girl."

"It's all right," Andy chimed in. "I need the exercise to keep my girlish figure." She giggled and slapped Karen on the butt as we were about to leave the kitchen.

"Trust her," Rima joined in. "You haven't seen her eat lately, have you?"

Rima's rear end was the new recipient of a swat from the pixielike redhead. "I don't eat that much," Andy replied. "But all that enema action yesterday has stimulated my appetite."

"Yes, and how many pounds of bacon have you already snarfed while Paul and Karen were finishing up in the shower?" Trish inquired.

"Oops." She fell silent, then said brightly, "Fuck it--sex is hard work." This time it was her rump that received a swat, from Trish's greasy spatula. "OOH, that burns. Kinky!" She skipped away to load more bread in the toaster.

We departed the frivolous scene enroute to Tricia's bedroom. "You know, hon," I observed, "it's going to be really hard to get dressed in here with you; I'm afraid I'll attack you before you manage to get a stitch on." I squeezed her asscheeks lovingly as I said this.

"You'll notice that nobody in the kitchen is dressed yet either; they're all buck naked. Maybe we should just lay out the clothes we want to wear today, then go back and join them in our birthday suits."

"Good plan." I pulled a t-shirt, undershorts, jeans, and socks from my tote, watching as Karen selected a really sexy bra with nipple cutouts, crotchless panties, the tight white shorts and blue top she'd worn when she'd picked me up a week earlier. Placing our clothes in neat piles on the bed, we walked back to the kitchen.

"Great outfits," Andy quipped. "It must have taken the two of you hours to decide what to wear."

"Enough, squirt," Karen replied. "Where's that spatula, Trish?"

"I'm already getting a blister on my butt," Andy whined. "That was mean, Trish."

"I'll kiss it and make it better before we leave for the orgy."

"Promises, promises," Andy commented as she set the platter of toast on the table and came back for the sausage and bacon. "Have you guys decided about the orgy yet?"

"Yeah, we're gonna pass this time. I want to show Paul this really cool hiking trail and then lure him back to my house when we're all tired from exploring."

"Party pooper," Rima intoned. "I was so looking forward to watching Andrea fist fuck your butts at the orgy."

"Another time, I promise," Karen stated. "Can we help with anything?"

"Grab yourself a mug and some coffee," Tricia directed. "Everything else is ready." She set the last of the platters of food on the table, poured herself a cup of coffee, and sat down, waiting for Karen and me to join her and the others.

We were all ravenous (naturally, after the colon flushings we'd all endured previously), and as a result there wasn't a scrap of food left when we got done. Andrea did distinguish herself as a real trencher, too, putting away so much food that Tricia and Rima started giggling when she helped herself to her fourth egg and eighth piece of toast. "Where do you think she puts it all?" Rima asked, highly amused.

"I don't know," Trish replied, "but I think I can understand how such a petite woman can take a bigger enema than I can. Her innards must be all stretched out from packing it away like that."

Andy got up, hugged Karen hard, and said, "They're picking on me, sweetie. Will you make them stop?"

"You know where the spatula is, Andy. This is a battle you'll have to fight for yourself."

"Fuck--I guess I'll have to get rough with them all right." She pulled a squeeze container of whipped cream from the fridge and gave Trish and Rima each a healthy shot in the face.

"Delicious," they replied in unison, as we collapsed in laughter.

After helping them rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, we left them with felicitations and wishes for good times at the orgy (by this time we had somehow magically gotten dressed), dragged our stuff out to Karen's Lincoln, and headed out for our own private explorations, with promises to call them the following day.

End of Chapter 3

Impregnify (v.t.) is a coinage I used in another title, 'Polymorphously Perverse, or, Spank You Very Much'. Its etymology is uncertain, but it means to distend the abdomen, especially in male klismaphiliacs, to a state resembling that of pregnancy. Because it is used by a specific male in this context (mainly your author, twisted readers), it has an added semantic dimension of gender dysphoria and erotic shapeshifting. It thus summons both visceral and concrete sensory experience, because the act of distending the abdomen in this manner can also create severe cramping effects.

By Spacebum