The cheerleader, whose name was Susie, slumped dejectedly to the school nurse's office. She knocked on the door, and Nurse Beamish said, "Come on in--it's open." She walked in slowly, eyes downcast. "Oh Susie, good, I was expecting you. Disrobe behind the screen and slip into this gown." The nurse handed her a hospital gown, which Susie stared at distastefully before stepping behind the screen to take off her clothes and put on the gown. She slinked timidly back into the main part of the nurse's office, standing humbly at her desk. "Bend over forward on that exam table, and I'll be over to take your temperature rectally as soon as I finish these notes on your medical record." Susie obediently bent over the table, her heavy breasts threatening to topple her if she leaned too far forward. Finally, she decided the best compromise was to bend over on the table lengthwise, with her rump up in the air.

"Good, that's just the way I wanted you positioned," the nurse said brightly. "Now spread your cheeks with your hands so I can get this thermometer inside you." Blushing furiously, Susie palmed the cheeks of her saucy ass and spread her gluteii wide; snapping on an exam glove, Miss Beamish lubed the middle finger of her right hand, insinuated it deftly into the girl's anus, pulled it out to note a brown coating on it, placed a latex protector over a rectal thermometer, and slid it home. "Relax, Susie--just lie forward for a few minutes until we get a reading." A few minutes later, the nurse withdrew the instrument, noting that Susie had a temperature of 101.7o F. "You're running a slight fever; have you eaten anything that disagreed with you lately?"

"Well, I did eat lunch at Taco Bell with my girlfriends, but we eat there all the time."

"What about after lunch and before the game? Any abdominal pain?"

"No, but I had to sign out of study hall twice because I was all gassy and didn't want to fart in front of anybody."

"And you went to the bathroom, I assume?"

"Yes, but nothing came out--I grunted and strained so hard I thought I'd get hemhorroids, too." She blushed at the intimate nature of the questions the nurse was directing to her.

"What about after the study hall, and just before the game?"

"I started having cramps walking over to the field from the main campus. At first I thought it was my period coming on, but by the time I got there I realized that I really had to take a dumper. I asked my advisor if I could run back to the bathroom quick, but she said there wasn't time." Her gaze fell, her blush deepened, and tears of humiliation began to fall from her eyes.

"So tell me about your bowel habits, Susie. Are you usually regular?"

"Yes--I usually go about seven or seven-fifteen every morning, just before I shower. My parents are very down-to-earth about body functions; my mother gave me good practical advice about everything, including elimination and my periods. When I first got my period, I wasn't in the least bit freaked about it because Mom had prepared me in such a common sense way." She started to recover her composure, and added, "In fact, my mom even taught me to relieve temporary constipation by soaping up a finger, sticking it up my butt, and lying on my left side on the bathroom floor for about ten minutes while massaging my tummy. It works every time."

"Are you still a virgin, Susie?"

"What does that have to do with my bowel functions?"

"Just tell me about your sexual outlets. It's normal for a girl your age to have all kinds of urges, and sometimes girls will do all sorts of nonstandard activities to please their boyfriends and still remain technical virgins."

"Do you mean like oral sex?"

"That's one thing; it's not something I disapprove of, although some narrow-minded people still do."

"Well, my boyfriend doesn't really get off on that, and since his dick is kind of small, we've mostly been doing it anally."

"And how else do you do it?"

"Sometimes I give him a handjob, but I really enjoy anal sex a lot more."

"Was there anything in your childhood that predisposed you to anal eroticism?" Susie could see the nurse's eyes growing brighter as she asked this question.

"You're getting off on this, aren't you, Miss Beamish?"

"I'd rather not say. Please answer my question."

"Okay, if you have to know. I had several bouts with colic, from age six months until I was about three. Then, my bowels were kind of sluggish until I was about eleven or twelve, I guess."

"You were frequently constipated?"

"Oh yes--sometimes I couldn't go for five-six days at a time. That's when Mom invested in a big red enema bag and began giving me enemas two or three times a week at least."

"Now we're getting somewhere. And at what age did she stop giving you enemas?"

"Like I say, I was probably eleven or twelve, possibly thirteen. Of course, Mom showed me where she kept the bag, and told me that if I ever needed to use it, to go ahead and help myself."

"And did you?

"What--give myself enemas after Mom stopped giving them to me?"

"Of course--you know very well what I'm talking about."

"At least two or three times at the beginning of every menstrual cycle; when Mom started talking to me about sex, she told me that she always takes a good ringing colon flush whenever her menstrual cramps start to get to her."

"Do you still give yourself enemas at home?"

"Only when my cramps are really bad, or if I'm feeling really constipated." Her eyes narrowed to slits, and she said, "Although my boyfriend showed me a sex digest a friend of his had picked up, and there was an article and several letters about women giving men enemas for erotic purposes. So some weekend, I think Dave and I are going to rent a motel room somewhere and experiment; it'll be good to stick something up his ass for a change."

"So how often do you and Dave have intercourse per anum?"

"Probably twice a week at least."

"Do you use adequate lubricant?"

"I always keep a tube of K-Y or Slick in my purse."

"I apologize for the intimate nature of these questions, Susie. I like you--you're very bright and cooperative, and seem to be making healthy adjustments to your burgeoning sexuality. Oh, one other question: when you and Dave have anal sex, do you make him wear a condom?"

"Of course--he's a guy, and I can't be sure he isn't getting it on the side. Besides, one time another guy shot his cum up my ass, and it leaked out and ruined my panties and skirt that I was wearing on the date. I had a hell of a time explaining that one to Mom when she saw them in the laundry hamper, but finally I just fessed up to the fact that he did it in my butt so I wouldn't get pregnant."

"How did your mother react to what you were actually doing?"

"Same way you did--told me to always use a condom."

"Okay. You've been very helpful. But don't get dressed yet; I want to start your therapy today, as soon as I finish my notes for your record file." She scribbled busily in Susie's medical record for a few minutes, then got up, crossed the office to where Susie sat fidgeting, and directed," Lie up on the exam table and put your feet in the stirrups. I'm going to get a few things ready."

Karen and I lay on the couch cuddling and fondling each other lazily as we watched the long- winded exposition, the slow buildup (at one point, she said to me, "An enema film with a plot-- when are they gonna get on to the main event?" to which I responded, "It may be worth the wait; the note on the box said this is a four-hour video."), and we were startled to see the nurse carrying a huge red bag with soapsuds spilling over the top, with a inflatable nozzle nozzle attached to the main hose.

"Is that gonna be my therapy--an enema every day?" Susie looked both disgusted and singularly unimpressed. "Shit--I can do that for myself."

"But not at the proper time of day to avoid an accident during a track meet, can you?"

"No," she admitted sheepishly.

"This isn't any ordinary enema, either. It contains an ounce of Castile soap, which will cause some severe cramping, and you'll hold it for ten minutes, with the aid of this inflatable nozzle nozzle, which swells up like a balloon in your ass. On the days when you have home track meets, you'll take and hold a clear-water enema of the same volume. When you travel to away meets, you'll report to the school nurse for the team we're competing against, to receive the same treatment an hour before each meet."

"This is so embarassing!" she exclaimed bitterly.

"Remember--it's only for thirty days. Near the end of that period, we'll send you into a track meet with two quarts of clear water in your bowels, with no retention device installed, and see if you can control your anal sphincters throughout the whole meet."

"And if I can't?"

"Don't worry about that for right now--there are other retention devices that are less cumbersome." She donned a rubber glove, greased her right hand index and middle fingers, and slid them deftly up Susie's butt, working them around to widen her anal passage. "You have great elasticity in your anal muscles, Susie. That must be from taking David's penis up your rear end all the time."

"Yeah, and I can still clamp down on him and make him come really fast when I'm tired or getting bored with his long-winded verbal foreplay."

Miss Beamish giggled at this comment, "I knew there was a reason I liked you, Susie. You're really quick-witted. Now relax as I insert the inflatable nozzle." She eased the tip and balloon into the girl's rear, pumping the balloon to maximum size. "Now pull your legs back against your shoulders and I'll start the flow." She opened the clamp with an audible click! to send the soapy solution flooding into the girl's troubled bowels. Her right hand went out to gently rub Susie's expanding middle as the soapy water flowed ever deeper into her belly.

"How much does that bag hold anyway? I don't think I've ever taken more than three quarts at once."

"I'm impressed. Most girls your age begin to whine after the first pint flows in. This bag actually holds four quarts, but I don't believe it's absolutely necessary that you take it all."

"I want to go for it; one of those articles my boyfriend showed me in that sex digest was about a guy visiting a dominatrix who forced him to take six quarts of hot soapy water nonstop. Although his stomach felt like it would burst, she barely touched his dick near the end of the treatment and he shot his sperm all over his swollen gut." She shivered at her recollection of the story, wanting desperately to masturbate but reticent about doing so in front of the nurse.

"Are you telling me this treatment is arousing you sexually?" The nurse looked at her intently, a smile threatening to break from the corners of her mouth.

"Yeah--if I was by myself, I'd be masturbating myself to a huge cum about now."

"I've got a better idea," the nurse replied. Checking the level of the bag to note that it was half- full, she bent to brush her tongue lightly across Susie's labia and clitoris. Within seconds, Susie was squirming and gasping in orgasm, as the nurse continued to lap hungrily at her sex.

"Now that's hot!" I exclaimed, rubbing Karen's clit with my fingertips as I slouched on the couch, my feet resting on the coffee table. She only moaned, her heavy breathing warning me she was approaching orgasm herself. I continued to rub her clit as she gasped in a series of climaxes, until she drew my hand away and reached over to squeeze my penis, which was once again erect.

"Once this scene is over," she began, "let's shut off the tape and go lie down on the bed for a while, okay? I'm really feeling stoned and lazy, and I want to make slow, sweet love before we adjourn to the bathroom." She regarded me lazily with those bottomless eyes, seeming to ask me again if I had any regrets that she'd elicited a commitment from me. I squeezed her hand to reassure her, looking intently into her eyes.

"Is that all there is?" we heard Susie complain from the video. A long shot showed the bag empty, with Nurse Beamish rubbing the cheerleader's expanded gut. "I don't feel anywhere near ready to shit yet, even though I'm starting to cramp a little from the soap."

Amazed, the nurse filled a huge pitcher with steaming warm water, without soap this time, and wrestled it over to where she poured it into the bag. "This is amazing," she told Susie. "Are you sure you've never taken more than three quarts at a time? If you finish this, you'll have two gallons of water inside your tummy. I was known as an enema pig in nursing school, and the most I ever managed was about six quarts." She rubbed the girl's distended middle as she purred contentedly. "Maybe I'm going about this in entirely the wrong way. Were you doing any illicit drugs before you did the dumper in your cheerleader panties earlier today? Any methamphetamines or cocaine?"

"No," Susie protested vehemently. "I avoid that shit like the plague, although I do smoke a little pot with David on the weekends."

"But pot doesn't act as a cathartic. What about last night? Did you drink any alcohol?"

"Yecch! I got bombed on beer really bad about a year and a half ago, and I can't stand to even taste it. I was sick and hungover for three days."

"And you're not menstruating?"

"No--I was afraid of that, but then I realized that I just stopped menstruating about a week ago. And my periods are textbook regular--every twenty-eight to thirty days."

"Have you spoken to any of your girlfriends you ate lunch with?"

"Just Celia."

"What did you eat?"

"Two chicken tacos and a seven-layer burrito."

"What did Celia have?"

"A seven-layer burrito and a couple of beef soft tacos." Understanding dawned in her eyes. "Do you think it was the chicken?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to call the health inspector when you're done here. Depending on his report, I'll confer with your advisor and the principal. You may not have to come back here for the daily therapy, unless you want to."

"I'm so bored in study hall, and I'm really enjoying this. After you confer with the public health inspector, please keep this under your hat until I see you Monday during sixth period, okay?"

"Sure." She began to rub Susie's hugely bloated tummy again, noting that her breathing was starting to become ragged. "Bad cramps?" she asked.

"Sort of, but I'd like to come again before I go potty."

"Gotcha, kiddo." The nurse bent to lap at the cheeky cheerleader's labia and clitoris until the girl shook in a chain of orgasms. By this time, the bag hung flat, so she closed all the clamps, detached the inflatable nozzle from the main hose, deflated it, instructing Susie to pull it carefully out of her ass when she got into the adjoining restroom, and sent her to empty herself with a sharp swat on her buttocks. The scene faded with the image of the nurse dialing the phone, presumably to call the public health inspector.

I noticed that Karen had dozed off, so I grabbed the remote and turned off the tape, then shut off the TV and VCR. I kissed her gently on the lips, massaging her belly (which looked a bit fuller due to all the food we'd snarfed since returning from our hike) and calling her name softly. As her eyes fluttered open, I asked her, "Don't you think it's about time we pull the tampons and see what develops?" As I said this, a sudden cramp hit me full force--the combined action of the suppository, Fleet enema, prune Danish, and spicy burritos making my colon feel as if it was the scene of World War III. I clutched my abdomen, feeling bile rise to my throat against the achy fullness I'd suddenly begun to feel.

"Are you all right, Paul?" Concern etched her features, then she too felt a bowel crisis approaching. "We've got to get rid of this stuff, and fast. Come on." She took my hand and practically dragged me to the john, moving with amazing speed. "Bend over, straddling the toilet." As I did so, I felt her pull the tampon slowly from my behind. "You get to go first, since you have no experience with this kind of extreme measure." I felt a huge fart wrack my middle, then felt as if a log was emerging from my bunghole; my evacuation was so massive and intense it brought tears to my eyes. Karen sensed this and kissed my cheekbones and eye sockets as the gut-busting load of fecal matter continued to push relentlessly out of me. "I keep forgetting that a lot of this stuff is new to you. Not only was I known as the Lavage Queen, but I frequently prepared for dates by stuffing my butt with a strong suppository, Fleet enema, and tampon, just in case the guy I was with wanted to do me anally. That way, I could take a big dump at the last minute, flush out with clear water (I always carry an empty Fleet enema bottle in my purse; four ounces of clear water can do wonders to freshen the fannysocket), and be good to go." She took a damp washcloth and wiped my sweaty face and forehead. "Now wipe yourself really good and flush so I can take my turn on the john." She even helped me wipe myself, taking extra special care to wash my asshole with the damp cloth after drying me initially with bath tissue. "How do you feel?" she asked, after pulling her tampon and settling herself heavily on the stool.

"Better than I did ten minutes ago. I seriously thought I was going to explode." Watching her sit grunting on the toilet made me horny again, because I knew I'd soon be assaulting her shitty behind with my fleshy spear. She noticed my awakening erection, and beckoned me closer, where she took me into her mouth and sucked me into full erection. "That's so good, baby. I don't see how you can even think about giving me head while everything's exploding out of your butt all at once, but I won't look a gift horse in the mouth."

"Are you saying I look like a horse now?" Her eyes twinkled with merriment, as she'd discovered how easy it was to make me squirm.

"No, not at all," I said hastily. "It's only an expression. I guess there are cultural differences between Westerners and mid-Westerners, after all. But if you keep that up for much longer, I'm gonna come, and it'll take me time to recover before I can stick it up your pooper." She released her mouth-hold on me, but grasped my dick firmly, stroking it every minute or so to keep me erect.

"I'm almost done shitting," she observed. "I can hardly wait to feel your raging hardon in my slimy butthole." Grunting to expel the last of her load, she stood, dabbed just the excess off her rear with bath tissue, closed the lid, and flushed, then climbed into the tub and positioned herself on all fours with her dirty rear pointed at me. "Come on in, baby. There's no foreplay necessary--just shove it in me, and hard!" Her voice was a needy rasp as I climbed into the tub behind her and began guiding my penis to the brown mess of her sphincter; she reached a hand behind her to help me in. I sank deep into the squishy residue, feeling her sphincter clamp down on me once I was fully inside her anus. "So good!" she exclaimed. "I haven't let a guy fuck my asshole when it was dirty since that disastrous date four years ago. It feels heavenly." She humped fiercely back at me, coating my crotch with her nasty residue. "Hope you're not squeamish about a little shit on your cock and groin; we'll take a shower when we're done." She humped back at me harder, gasping, "I think I'm about to come."

"I'll be right with you, baby. I never realized it could feel so good to fuck a shitty asshole until I ran into you." Realizing how negative that sounded, I amended my statement: "I don't mean that you're a shitty asshole, just that the slime on your butt is a perfect lubricant for really deep fucking." I continued to pound at her back door, gasping as I felt my climax start to rise. "I'm gonna come now, hon. I hope you're ready."

"Give it to me, baby. Don't hold anything back." Her breath was a ragged growl that betrayed how close to the edge she was. Half a dozen more strokes and I was howling in ecstasy, pumping my pent-up sperm deep into her bowels, banging in and out of her rear with a speed and ferocity I was sure would tear her up inside. When the fury of my pace abated, she slumped forward, my dick still buried in her ass, begging me, "Pee in me, honey. Put out the fire--hose me down with your dick." I waited until my bladder felt excruciatingly full, then let go with my urine, squirting it deep into her belly for what seemed like ten minutes. This in turn triggered another orgasm for her, and she whined and mewled as I filled her colon with my briny purge. I held her in that position, dick still buried up her plump moon, my hands squeezing and pressing the soft flesh of her belly, until she began to shake with chills.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"I gotta release this urine, and I don't think I can make it to the toilet."

"Go ahead and let fly in here. I'll help you clean the tub when you're done." I kneaded her belly hard as my dick pulled out of her with a plop.

"UH--ooh--aah" she grunted, as a yellow stream, mixed with the remainder of the feces in her colon, shot out of her, splashing my chest and belly in its path. I rose to start the shower, in order to drain all our troubles away. She rose on shaky legs, threw her arms around me, and kissed me, her tongue insinuating itself lustfully into my mouth.

"Feel better, hon?" I grabbed her dirty asscheeks and squeezed them firmly. We held each other for several minutes as the warm water streamed down on us and rinsed most of the filth away.

"Absolutely. That was the best sex yet--I'm freaking out at the thought that I actually let you stick your dick into my bunghole while it was so dirty. I hope it wasn't too disgusting for you."

"Hell no--I thought it was sexy as hell. As the woman I love, there's nothing you could ask me to do that would be too disgusting. Now turn around and I'll wash your back." I lathered her from her neck to the backs of her thighs, then, separating the cheeks of her ass, I wormed a soapy finger into her nether hole, pumping it in and out to make sure the region would once again be kissing sweet. Just as I was about to bend down to test my cleanup job, she grabbed my shoulders, turned me away from her, and did my back, ending with the same anal cleansing I'd just given her. Then she spun me to face her, thrust her tongue in my mouth, placed my hands on her breasts, and held me until the shower spray began to run cool. We exited the shower, dried each other with big fluffy towels, grabbed the bowl and the pot, our glasses and the half-empty bottle of cabernet, made a beeline for her bedroom, and climbed into bed together after lighting candles and incense.

As we lay entwined in each other's arms, cuddling lazily in our extremely stoned condition after smoking another bowl of the killer kind bud, Karen commented, "I wish I'd set up my TV and VCR in the bedroom; that really is a hot video. I'm torn with curiosity about whether the rest of the flick is just Susie and Nurse Beamish getting it on under the guise of hydraulic therapy, or if other cheerleaders are going to submit to the big E." She squeezed my balls as she said this, then reached between my buttocks to slide a finger up my clean anus. "Flip over on your back, with your knees bent; I wanna give you head with my finger up your ass." As I got into this new position, she asked me, "Has a woman ever given you head this way?"

"Not since the last time you did. But no--nobody else has ever thought to stimulate my prostate while blowing me. To me, the idea has always been exquisite, but most of the women I've dated were squeamish about sticking their fingers up my ass." I moaned in growing arousal, conscious only of her soft lips around my shatteringly hard penis and the finger insinuating itself lewdly in and out of my behind. "This is so good, I think I'll be filling your mouth with my cum in about a minute."

"Go ahead, baby, give it all to me, and don't hold anything back." She sucked harder, pumping the finger in and out of me faster and faster. After about another dozen or so thrusts of her finger, I groaned throatily and pumped my dick deeper in her mouth, feeling the ecstatic squirts of my ejaculation jetting against her palate and uvula; I couldn't stop the involuntary pumping of my hips until a few minutes after she'd sucked me dry. "Finger lickin' good," she quipped, after swallowing several times. "I once read a story in a sex magazine about a porn actress who blew about a hundred fifty guys in the course of one evening. She described her tummy being all swollen up with the sperm she'd swallowed by the time she finished the last guy." She shivered, then opined, "So sexy--I want to slip you a big dose of Rima's aphrodisiac powder sometime and try that with you."

"Keep talking that way and you're gonna get fucked again," I commented, repositioning myself to address her swollen labia and clit with my tongue. "I'm going to eat you to a big set of orgasms, then I want to shoot my seed into your hungry cunt, then your ass, then your cunt, then your ass, then your mouth . . . you get the idea."

"Yeah, I sure do," and in an aside to an imaginary audience, she said, "I think he loves me." She squirmed and squealed as I began to perform cunnilingus in earnest, writhing in desire and out- of-control passion. Suddenly, she gently pushed my face away, gasping in orgasm, then said, after her breathing slowed, "I want you in my cunt now--please give it to me." She got up on all fours, and directed, "Do me doggie, darlin'," so I slid my erection deep into the silky folds of her vagina and began pumping lustfully as her ass slammed back to meet my thrusts. "I know how much it turns you on to look at my ass, and that's great, because I happen to love it dogstyle. There's something so primal, so animal about doing it that way." I grasped her asscheeks roughly as handholds so I could slam in and out of her with greater force. "Oh Gawd," she moaned, "I especially love it when you grab my ass hard like you're doing right now. In fact, if it wouldn't throw off your rhythm too much, how about a finger up my nasty ass while you're fucking my randy twat?"

"How about something bigger, like a vibrator?"

"Great idea," she replied, scootching away for a moment to dig a big one out of her bedside table. I looked at it for a moment, noting that it was ten inches long and an inch and a half thick. "Just slide it into my pussy to lubricate it, then shove it up my lustful pooper." I did as directed, sliding the vibrator home in her rear until only about two inches remained outside the star of her sphincter, then easing my cock back into her dripping quim. Sharp gasps of passion escaped her lips within moments, and I felt the shockwave of every orgasm she had as I continued spearing in and out of her.

"Now my ass feels neglected," I complained. "It's so empty and open; it would be nice to have something rubbing my prostate while you're getting double fucked."

"The next time we do this, I'm going to hang a big enema bag from the ceiling so you'll get stuffed while I'm getting stuffed," was Karen's only comment. "It will be through a inflatable nozzle nozzle, and the water will be treated with salt and aphrodisiac powder, and maybe a little Castille soap or epsom salts if you've been bad." Grunting in a continuous orgasm, she amazingly kept up her end of the conversation. "Of course, if you've been really bad, I'll also put you in a tight corset or waist cincher, and will lube the inflatable nozzle with Vicks before I stick it in you." Her promise of an excruciatingly painful enema fuck made me veer ever closer to my own crisis. A thought crossed my mind that I had to voice.

"I looked at a World Wide Web site on klismaphilia once, and it described an enema containing blackstrap molasses as giving the most severe cramps of all. Have you ever experimented with that?"

"Not in an enema, but I did drink a half-cup of it once, on a dare with some other nursing students; Rima and Andrea and Tricia were all there when I did it. Within ten minutes my belly began to protest, and after twenty minutes it felt like my guts would fall out. I sat on the john, barely making it in time, and must have shit for a half hour. Rima inspected my shit before I flushed, and it was the nastiest looking mess she'd ever seen. She gave me a clear water enema after I was done, and I probably slept for ten hours straight. The worst part of it was that my guts still hurt two days afterwards." Grunting in another orgasm, she asked, "Why? Did you want me to try that with you sometime?"

"Only if you're really angry with me. Although, it might be kinky fun to see just how bad the cramps really are, especially if I ask you to lock the brutal purge inside me with a inflatable nozzle or inflatable plug for a half hour or so." At the thought of this kind of torment, I began to hump faster, exclaiming, "I'm about to cum!!"

"We'll have to do it on a weekend, like a Friday night, so you'll be sufficiently recovered to make it to class on Monday. And even then, you may want to wear a tampon as proof against residual effects." She howled in her own climax as I shot my semen deep against the walls of her cervix.

"How about this coming Friday? Then you can keep my belly full of enema water for the rest of the weekend to flush out the rest of the irritant."

"Against my better judgment, I'll say yes--assuming I can find some blackstrap molasses by then." She slumped forward, my dick still buried in her slick vagina. "Will you shut off the vibrator--I just want to feel fullness, no more buzz." I did as directed, and rested my weight on her back and buttocks. "When you've rested enough to want my ass again, I'm going to fill a bag for you; I have a crotch harness that my big dildo nozzles will fit into. That way, I can secure the dildo in your butt so you'll feel like your ass is getting fucked while you're fucking mine."

I felt my erection stirring back into life at this suggestion, so I inquired, "Well, what are we waiting for? My ass needs fucking really bad." I eased out of her, slid the vibrator from her rear, and took her into my arms. "Sweet lady, I can't describe how incredible it feels to be with you. Sex with you is always beautiful and fulfilling, no matter how kinky and depraved we get. I feel like I want to die in your arms, somewhere down the road in the distant future."

"Keep pushing the envelope and you probably will. I feel the same way, actually. I don't know what it is that you do to me, but I've never come so hard with any other guy I've been with, or so often." She grabbed my buns fiercely, sliding a finger up my anus, and asked, "Besides the aphrodisiac and salt, was there anything special you'd like added to your enema water?"

"I don't know; what do you have?"

"How about a quart of club soda? I tried that with the rest of the gang once, and I came so hard I almost passed out before I could expel."

"How does it feel? Won't it kind of burn?"

"Not the way you'd think. It just feels like about a million tiny fingers caressing you internally--it's ultra-sensual, and I think you'll get a big kick out of it."

"I can't wait to try it," I responded, swatting her tush with an open hand as she rose for the trip to the john.

She took out a six-quart bag, filled it with four quarts of steaming warm water, added the aphrodisiac powder and a tablespoon of plain old table salt, stirred it thoroughly with a big spoon she kept in the medicine cabinet for that purpose, sent me to the kitchen for a quart bottle of club soda, poured it in when I returned, then topped off the bag with more steaming water. She then attached the dildo nozzle to the bottom end of the hose, carried it into the bedroom, and said, "Stand up on the bed and I'll hand it up to you. There's a plant hanger hook secured to a rafter above the bed. See it?"

I nodded, lifting the heavy bag up to hang it on the hook. "I sure hope the hangup hole on this bag is reinforced, or we'll have a mess if it gives way during our debauchery."

"Not to worry." A thought crossed her mind. "I forgot to burp the air out of the lines. No matter-- we can drain a little bit into a plastic cup before I put that phallic nozzle up your sluttish moon." She beckoned me with a finger to the bathroom. Taking a jar of aloe vera cream from the medicine cabinet, she directed, "Grease me up with some of this, then I'll return the favor." As I reached my fingers into the cream, I brought them to my nose to note the pleasant aroma. "Nice stuff, isn't it?" she inquired. When I nodded, she remarked, "You can't imagine how good it will feel." I slid one, then two, fingers into her wide-open asshole, making her squeal with lustful joy as I lubricated her thoroughly. "Such nice hands," she cooed. "Now bend over so I can do you."

"My ass is at your service," I quipped, bending forward so my torso was perpendicular to the line of my legs. I placed a hand on each cheek of my depraved rear, spreading them wide apart. I felt her finger, slippery with the soothing lotion, go deep into my puckerhole, marveling at the silky texture of the cream, then she pulled out and added a second finger, pumping them in and out for several minutes until my dick was again rock hard. "Keep that up and I'll come before we can even hook up." She pulled her fingers out of my behind with a pop, wiped off the excess cream by circling my dick with her fingers and pumping it to maintain my erection, and led me back to bed.

She opened the clamp on the hose from the bag, so the air would burp out of the main line, then opened the clamp on the lead from the dildo nozzle, draining an ounce or so of water into the plastic cup. "Now, get on the bed on all fours, and I'll insert this rubber phallus up your butt, then we'll strap the harness around your hips and you can be assured my fake dick will stay inside you until I'm ready to pull it out." I moaned, hungry for the invasion of the big nozzle, and she instructed, "Hold your fanny cheeks wide apart, so I can aim better at your puckernut." As I complied, I felt the big head pushing my rectum wider apart to force its passage inside me; I worked to relax my muscles by pushing back as if forcing out a big turd, wanting more than anything to be filled completely, utterly possessed by my anal and bowel lust. Finally, the head popped in, and Karen slid the instrument slowly home until I could feel its base against the outer rim of my bunghole.

"That's so good," I gushed. "Can you fuck me with it for a few minutes before we attach the straps to my pelvis?"

"By all means, sugar. I'd forgotten what an anal slut you are." She pulled out a few inches, then pushed in slowly, carefully, waiting for the signal to start fucking me in earnest. I felt the preejaculate weeping from the head of my penis as she continued this slow, relentless assault.

Finally, I howled, "Give it to me faster and harder," and she began slamming the appendage in and out of my rear, nearly making me come in the process. After about five minutes, she pressed the device home, brought the leather straps around my thighs, and secured them tightly with snap fasteners, so tightly, in fact, that the circulation in my pelvis and thighs felt like it was cutting off. I didn't mind, though, because I didn't want to lose that precious fullness from my back passage.

"If you're ready, I'll let him start coming inside you while I get in position to receive your phallus up my rear." Seeing my nod, she opened the clamp, then got in front of me on the bed, big round moon in front of me. Spreading her asscheeks wide, she ordered, "Stick it in me now, and don't stop until it's buried all the way up my pooper." I did as directed, feeling the delicious heat and snugness of her anal tunnel wrap around my stallion like a glove two sizes too small. I backed out partway, then slammed my dick back in, watching her large asscheeks quiver with the force of my attack. "I like that a lot--keep fucking me hard." I pulled most of the way out, feeling the steamy water invading my bowels, noting with delight the effervescent bubbles from the club soda beginning to tingle inside my colon, and I literally felt like I was, indeed, being caressed by a million tiny fingers, so I slammed my meat back into her poop chute with all the force I could command, bringing a squeal of arousal from her lips. "That's so good--I love your dick up my ass. I think that aphrodisiac is starting to work, too, because your dick feels bigger."

"I hope you took some, too. I'd hate to be hogging it all to myself."

"Don't you worry, hon; I put some in my wine when we first came into the bedroom after that messy buttfuck earlier. My clit is vibrating like a banjo string." I could feel her sphincter muscle expanding and contracting around my fiery erection, so I pulled most of the way out once more, and slammed my dick back into her stretched bunghole. "Ooh, that's so good--I want you to fuck me so hard I bleed from my ass when you pull out."

"Not literally?" I asked, horror in my voice.

"Maybe not literally, but I do need to be fucked, and fucked as hard as you can fuck me. Fuck the life out of my shitter, and don't stop until you can't fuck me anymore." By this time, I was starting to feel a real sexual buzz from the aphrodisiac and the club soda, so I backed out slowly, slammed in hard, repeated this sequence a dozen times or so, then set up a locomotive rhythm that had her grunting and gasping and letting out sharp little cries with every stroke. Finally, I heard her wail in one continuous chain of orgasms, which triggered my own howl of insane joy, and I pumped in and out of her even harder as I filled her colon with my sperm, pumping even harder to get the last drops out of my balls and into her rear end, then almost immediately pissing all the wine I'd drunk earlier into the clenching reaches of her guts. "Ooh--aah--uggh-- oww--getting full, and it feels wonderful."