"I'm glad you decided to stay inside me," Andy gurgled. "Let's see if I can get you hard again, or at least make you pee inside my nasty colon." She loosened and tightened her butt a few times, and I was almost instantly hard once more, so I began to stroke slowly in and out of her delicious tightness. My fingers found the button of her clitoris, and she snapped back at me with a ululating howl as she orgasmed several times in quick succession, then screamed, "Fuck me harder, Paul. Pound my ass as deep as you can--don't worry, hon, I can take it." I began to ride her fully dilated shitter then, pounding in and out of her as forcefully as I ever had, gibbering like a chimp on steroids, until she slammed her tush back at me with such force, tightening her sphincter so suddenly, that I shot another hot load deep into her innards, then felt the burning itch in my bladder that signalled an impending piss, so I grabbed her thighs, pulled her back against me for maximum penetration, and emptied the rest of the daiquiris I'd drunk that evening into her guts, which only triggered another chain of orgasms for her, making me hard again. "I bet I'll be bleeding from my ass tomorrow," she giggled.

"Do you want me to pull out?"

"Not especially, but I think I'd better go find a plug and lock all this good stuff inside me. How'd you like a blow job when I get back?" Before I could answer, she cautioned, "And don't wipe off your dick, okay?" She scampered from the bed to hunt for a proper-sized plug in Karen's bathroom.

Before Andy returned, Trish and Karen came up for air. "Where's Andy?" Karen inquired. "What did you do to that poor girl?"

"Just pumped two loads of come and a bladderful of piss into her belly." I sank back exhaustedly against a pillow.

"Funny, he never comes in my ass twice in a row without pulling out first," Karen groused good- naturedly.

"Remember, love, no jealousy," Trish cautioned. "He hasn't had a chance to come in your ass tonight, because we've been keeping it filled with other, rather interesting things."

"That's true," Karen admitted, as Andy returned.

"You guys are back in the land of the living just in time to watch me give Paul some crazy head," Andy announced.

"Well, somebody's gotta clean your shit off his dick," Karen quipped. "I certainly don't want to do it."

"If I didn't have this big plug up my ass, I'd fart in your face, ya brood mare." I could see Karen's face working at that point, so I had to cut in.

"Now, girls, this good-natured banter is starting to get a little mean-spirited. Andy, you ought to know that women are especially sensitive during pregnancy, and Karen, I doubt there's much shit on my dick after what we've put Andy's ass through tonight. Am I gonna have to be a ref and put you two in opposite corners of the ring, or are we going to have fun and more great sex while Trish and Andy are over here?"

"I guess I'd better watch what I say to you with this windbag around," Andy observed. "He's liable to get started on one of his speeches and bore everyone to death."

"I think he's a Biblical figure myself," Karen opined. "You know--like Samson--he went forth and slew them with the jawbone of an ass." Peals of laughter traveled the room.

"Remind me not to stick up for you so vehemently with this crowd, Karen," I protested. "Now I'm the one under attack."

"Get used to it." About this time, Andrea had taken my dick into her voracious mouth, and I was lost in the sensations of her exquisite act of fellatio and unable to keep up my end of the exchange.

Tuesday dawned brightly, with just enough autumn sunshine that we were glad to be rising. After a quick romp in the shower, the four of us hooked up and took low-volume morning flushers, one quart of warm water mixed with a teaspoon of liquid Castile soap apiece, locking them in with buttplugs and heading to the kitchen to decide on breakfast. Before Karen and I could say anything, however, Andrea piped up, "If you guys have any pancake mix, Trish and I will make a big batch of flapjacks, maybe cook some bacon or ham, too, if you've got any." Karen took a minute to show them where everything was at, then announced, "Paul and I are going to watch some more of that video and smoke a bowl, so join us when you get a second away from the home on the range."

We held each other tenderly, scrunched together cozily on the loveseat, when we started the video. There was a long pan to the driveway of Laura Beamish's house, then a zoom shot showing a Kawasaki motorcycle pulling up to park behind Alice Tate's blue Mercury Capri, and a young man in a motorcycle helmet dismounting and walking up to the driveway. He knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Laura demanded, looking out. She didn't recognize the young man, with his dark brown hair and open, but troubled, face.

"Let me see," Alice Tate said. "It's Dave--Susie's boyfriend. I wonder what he wants." Turning to Susie, she asked, "Should I send him away?"

"No--I want to talk to him before we go to the police. It may really have been a misunderstanding." Her face, although puffy from crying, had assumed a brave smile, and she stepped forward to open the door.

Dave rushed in, wrapped Susie in his arms, and hugged her hard. "Baby, I was so worried about you. I called your mother about three, and she said you were over here." Lowering his voice, he said, "I owe you an apology for what happened last night; that wasn't me. I took that Viagra on a bet with my buddies because they're always razzing me about the size of my equipment, but I guess I shouldn't let them dictate my behavior." He kissed her gently, and said, "I really am so sorry about the way I treated you, dearest. I've come to realize that I really love you."

"Dave, you don't know how lucky you are that you came by just now to apologize and explain. Nurse Beamish and Miss Tate had me all but convinced that I should prosecute you for date rape, but I didn't really want to do that without us having a chance to talk." Dave's face fell as she said this, and he began to weep, deep, bitter, convulsive sobs wracking his body.

"Let's give them some privacy," Laura said to Alice.

Before they could adjourn to another room, however, Dave found his voice and said, "It's okay-- as long as I have your assurances that you won't pursue legal action. I'm going up for a debate scholarship to Cornell University, and something like this could really mess up my chances. And my poor mother would be so hurt the shock and humiliation would probably give her a heart attack."

"How can I come down hard on a guy who loves his mother, in this day and age?" Laura asked Alice. "Of course we won't prosecute, if that's what Susie wants."

"Yes, Nurse Beamish. I think Dave and I can patch things up just fine." She kissed her boyfriend, gently at first, and then with rising passion. "Call me here a little later--" she looked toward Laura for confirmation, as Laura recited the number, which Dave wrote on the back of his hand. "We have some other business to finish up here, and I suppose I should go to the hospital to have them examine me, make sure there's no serious damage to my rectum, but we should be done in a couple of hours. Okay?" She smiled at the sensitive young man, gave him a warm hug, and waved as he walked back to his motorcycle.

"Susie, we should have them examine you at the hospital right away, before we begin this colonic activity. You don't mind waiting for an hour or so, do you, Alice?" When the other woman shook her head, Laura said, "We'll go in my car, and maybe stop for a few other videos on the way back. In fact, Susie, you could even invite Dave over to watch dirty movies with us this evening, if you think you'd like to do that."

"That would be awesome, and I'll ask him to bring some of those sex digests with stories about erotic enemas in them."

Laura grinned, then looked at Alice, saying, "That reminds me--we should make a road trip to the state capitol next payday, check out the adult bookstores for enema material and more advanced toys. Do you like that idea?"

"Oh, yeah--I'm game for anything of that nature, after the loving way you cleaned out my behind yesterday. But we'd better get to the hospital," she said, checking her watch. "The sooner we get Susie checked out and get a clean bill of health for her, the sooner we can come back here and play."

They grabbed purses and keys, Alice parking her car against the curb in front of Laura's house, piled into the nurse's Stingray, and drove to the hospital. The consultation with the emergency room doctor was uneventful; he checked her over, rubbed some healing salve into her rectum, gave her a prescription for more of the salve, and recommended a high-fiber diet and no undue stress on her anorectal muscles for two weeks. "That means no anal sex, unless it's with extremely narrow objects, and no straining when you go to the bathroom. If the fiber-rich diet doesn't help you evacuate regularly enough, warm water enemas with a tablespoon of table salt per quart of water are okay, too."

"What about high colonics?" Susie asked impulsively.

He looked directly at Laura Beamish as he winked and said, "As long as the person administering the colonic knows what she's doing and doesn't risk any further tearing of the rectal wall." He wrote out the prescription, handed her his charge report, and directed Susie to the business office. While she was away making arrangements to pay, he regarded Laura quizzically. "What are you up to? Corrupting the youth? Never mind--I don't want to know. Susie's a big girl, and if she's mature enough to make decisions about anal sex with her boyfriend, she's mature enough to decide for herself about colonic play with older female mentors." A wistful smile crossed his face, and he added, "Still, I wish things had worked out differently between us, Laura. You're one helluva woman, and I really enjoyed those little klismaphiliac sessions we used to have." He brushed her hand lightly with his as he turned to go back to his office.

Laura tugged at the sleeve of his lab coat, saying gently, "Maybe things can still work out. I never really rejected you, Doug. It just seems that you've been so busy, and I'd heard you were seeing someone else here about a year ago, so I got involved with this other guy who I'm concerned is a bit of a sleaze."

"That architect, Big Johnny Little?" His eyebrows went up as he turned to face her.

"Yeah--I heard some ugly rumors about him when Susie and Alice came over earlier." Her eyes clouded up in an unreadable expression Doug hadn't ever witnessed before. "Should I be concerned? More to the point, can you get me in for an HIV test sometime this next week?"

"Certainly--I hope he hasn't exposed you--it would be a helluva waste of a damned fine woman" and under his breath he said "and a first rate piece of ass" just loud enough so Laura could hear it. She blushed and giggled. "Call my nurse Monday morning and we'll get you fixed up." He touched her hand again, asking, "May I call you this evening?"

"I'll be home all evening, with Alice and Susie. You could even come over, as Susie's boyfriend may come over to join us. We're just going to pig out, get mellow, and watch some porno videos." She looked into his eyes, trying to weigh his emotions, and added, "That is, if you've nothing better to do."

"I'll call when I get off shift at seven, okay?" He waved, bustling away to return to his duties.

"A sweet man," Laura observed. "Let's go rescue Susie from the business office."

At the business office, Susie had just finished filling out her paperwork, providing her parents' health insurance information, and was about to turn back toward the emergency room waiting area, when Laura and Alice each took one of her arms, Alice saying, "This way, girlfriend. You've got an appointment for a BIGGG!! enema up your guts." Laura tittered at Alice's new boldness, and a passing nurse just smirked, as they exited the hospital arm in arm.

In the car enroute to an adult bookstore Laura hadn't explored before, Susie inquired, "Is that doctor one of your old boyfriends?" Her eyes were shining with amusement and tenderness.

"Well, we dated for a while, then kind of drifted apart when we both got really immersed in our careers. Then he started seeing someone else, and I got involved with Big Johnny Little Ratfink!" She swerved to avoid a passing car that was a little close, recovered control, and said, "Sorry, ladies. Actually, Doug may be joining us later for the video session and munchies. I told him there were no hard feelings, and he assured me the same, except for the good kind," which statement caused Alice to roll her eyes, grinning back at Susie.

"It sounds like this could turn into an orgy," Susie observed. "Miss Tate, are there any guys you'd be interested in having over to party with us?"

"Shit--the jock I've been dating recently is so uptight about his asshole he'd think we were trying to convert him to homosexuality or something. No prospects there."

"I know somebody who thinks you're awfully cute, and he's absolutely cool," Susie pursued. "He's my dad's baby brother, and he's probably only about thirty-eight or thirty-nine."

"I'll think about it when we're in the video store. Do you have any pictures of him handy?"

"Oh yeah--I keep one in my wallet because Mom's always on me to try to fix him up with one of my teachers. She's promoting the same thing with her women's clubs and volunteer groups." She handed the snapshot up to Alice Tate. "But I should warn you--my uncle Zeke is still grieving a bit for a woman he was engaged to for a couple of years. She died in a horrible car accident about a year and a half ago. So he may be a bit reserved at first." Chuckling to herself, she added, "But if you can be a little forward and play the aggressive, sexy woman, it will break the ice sufficiently. Like, when I introduce him, give him a warm hug and lay a big wet one right on his kisser."

"He is an attractive man," Alice commented. "How do you know he thinks I'm cute?"

"He took an afternoon off for a track meet a few weeks ago, to see me cheer and to see one of my cousins compete. When I came out to join him and my cousin for dinner after changing into street clothes, he asked me who that hot-looking thirty-something was who was hovering around the cheerleaders' bench." She giggled again, saying conspiratorially, "I think everything will go fine. Are you game to try this?"

"By all means." To Laura, she observed, "I must be going out of my mind, letting a teenager fix me up with a man."

"No crazier than I am for letting Big Johnny Little Ratfink fuck me up the ass without wearing a condom--not just once but repeatedly for a whole year."

"That will go down in history as your Hole Year," Susie quipped gleefully.

Laura turned to Alice with a look of agony on her face: "Isn't there some kind of detention we can issue for irresponsible, out-of-control punning?"

"How about lubing the colon tube with soap before we pop it in her heinie?"

"Not in her current bruised, delicate state. But I think an ounce or so of blackstrap molasses in steamy water a few weeks ahead, after she heals sufficiently, will be just punishment for those adolescent witticisms."

"I'm shitting in my panties and shaking in my boots," Susie retorted.

"I thought you'd gotten that out of your system yesterday," Alice shot back. "Are we gonna have to spank that saucy behind of yours before we shoot the tube?"

"You wouldn't dare," the blonde teenager intoned defiantly.

"Try us," Laura and Alice declared in unison.

The bookstore they visited, The Passion Pit, was by far the biggest and most complete emporium of adult merchandise in their city. They were barely inside when Susie whispered breathlessly into Laura's right ear: "I'm getting horny already, without even checking out the merchandise."

Noting the vigilant clerk, and knowing that Susie wasn't old enough to be in the place legally, Laura and Alice steered her toward the back of the store, where the videos were displayed on big floor-to-ceiling racks. "Here's a good one," Laura noted.

Susie looked at the title, then flipped the box around to its back. "It's guys getting buttfucked with dildos by their girlfriends, isn't it?"

"Yeah--Kinky Anal Orgies #7--I've seen it at least three or four times because it's such a hot one; once was with doctor Doug and once was with Fucking Big Johnny Little Ratfink. Does that strike your fancy, Susie?"

"Oh yeah--and I know it would turn Dave on, too."

"Okay with you, Alice?"

"Hey, I'm all for power exchange sexuality. Now how about some hot enema action?"

"Oh, here's a classic," Laura beamed. "One of the original, very S-M oriented enema flicks, one of the first Platinum titles, Water and Power . It's strong stuff--do you ladies want a quick synopsis, or would you rather be surprised?"

"How bad can it be?" Susie asked naïvely.

"Well, it's about a health club that fronts for klismaphiliac swingers. About a third of the way through the movie, a woman police detective goes undercover as a swinger to discover whether or not the spa is also a front for a big prostitution ring. But her cover gets blown, so the club executive council decides to blow her up, by attaching a hose and inflatable nozzle to a shower tap, securing it in her ass, and filling her until her colon explodes."

"That is strong stuff, but it might still be interesting."

"Oh, and here's one of my favorites, the first volume of Prisoner's Punishment Enema, starring Trinity Loren, Misty Rain, and Marilyn Chambers. It'll make you so wet."

"How about stuff with colonics, since we're overdue for ours?" Alice was getting into the spirit of the thing now, her eyes glazing over with lust as she stared at the display pictures on the luridly- colored video boxes.

"Here's my personal favorite," Laura noted. "It's called Outpatient Colonic Clinic, and it's three hours long." She read from the back of the box: "Fifteen sequences, several with only male patients, several with only female patients, and several with male/female couples, getting deep cleansing colonic action from a variety of sexy female colonic therapists." She buried a hand in her crotch, saying, "We've got to get moving soon--I'm getting horny just looking at the boxes."

"Weren't we going to look at enema toys while we're here?" Alice and Susie complained almost in unison.

"Oh, right." Staring at her own crotch, she intoned, "Down, girl," and led them to another section wherein were displayed colon tubes, a variety of hospital, ornamental, and phallic nozzles, Inflatable nozzles and double Inflatable nozzles, several different sizes of bags, and a variety of soaps, lubricants, and retention devices that ranged through at least a dozen different sizes and styles of buttplugs, Miller cuffs, Higginson catheters, self-retaining squashblossom and wingtip nozzles, and other assorted morsels designed to delight the worldly klismaphiliac.

"Wow!" Susie exclaimed, drool running down the corners of her mouth.

"You're gonna get us in trouble, girlfriend," Alice observed.

"Sorry," she said contritely, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I've got Mom's credit card, and I want to buy a inflatable nozzle and a big bag. I'll tell her about it, too, in case she ever wants to play with it."

"Go right ahead--I hope the clerk won't ask for your ID or proof of age," Laura said with necessary concern.

"I've got a fake ID--even though I don't drink, it's useful for getting into adults-only motels where they show all-night porno movies." She wrote down the numbers of the items she wanted and went up to see the clerk.

"See anything you want to try?" Laura asked Alice.

"Yeah--the dildo nozzles and the Inflatable nozzles." She looked through her purse for a scrap of paper, wrote down the model numbers she was interested in, and headed for the counter, wallet in hand, but not before staring at Laura's fascinated gaze.

"Sorry to be so distracted, Alice--there's a nozzle here I want to use on John if he comes over to explain himself."

"Which one?"

"Do you see the one shaped like an Oscar? It'd be perfect for a guy who's such a legend in his own mind."

"You go, girl," Alice said, laughing, and walked away.

Ten minutes later, Alice and Susie were waiting outside the store, leaning on Laura's car, when she finally emerged from her transactions. "So did you get the Oscar nozzle?" Alice asked.

"Yeah, and also a dildo nozzle ten inches long and three inches wide. If John is reluctant about confessing his activities when we get done with the award for best bad actor, we shove the rectum-wrecker in him and ream him out so thoroughly that the shit will leak out around his ears when we finally let him go potty." She unlocked the doors to her car and let them in, and they sped away toward her house.

"Now you're gonna get a biggie enema up your guts," Alice promised Susie. "Just like MacDonald's, only you can't have it your way."

"Will you stop it already?" the buxom teenager protested. "I've already had about a dozen anal orgasms just thinking about all the neat toys we picked up today. I'm afraid I'll shit my pants if I get any more turned on."

Just then they rounded the corner to Laura's house. Ahead of Alice's compact was a powder- blue, late-model Lincoln. "It's Johnny Fucking Little!" Laura spat. "I am a bit surprised to see him arrive without calling first."

"We'll back you up all the way," Alice declared.

"I got your message," John remarked as they approached him enroute to the front door. "I guess I owe you an explanation."

"Let's talk inside," Laura directed. "No point in airing dirty laundry in public."

Once they were all inside her comfortable three-bedroom house, Laura demanded, "Go into the bathroom, strip completely naked, and wait on the floor beside the tub on all fours."

She then conferred with her female confederates, and they quickly unwrapped their purchases, carrying them into the bathroom where John was waiting in his subservient position. "How many other big women have you seduced and had unsafe sex with while you've been fucking me in the ass without a condom?" She practically screamed this at him.

"Not many--maybe four or five." His uneasy gaze had her convinced that he was lying by exclusion, and she slapped his buns briskly several times with the flat of her hand.

"I think you're underreporting the number, if what my high school students hear on the street is at all accurate. Now spread your ass apart for me, Fucking Big Johnny Fucking Little Ratfink Badass!!" By this time Laura was practically shouting, and Alice placed a calming hand on her shoulder. The nurse donned an exam glove, opened a jar of Vicks, and dipped three fingers into the fiery grease, then began thrusting them one by one up the quivering anus of the small man with the big dick. "Alice, will you run some steaming water in the tub? And Susie, go to the kitchen cabinets and find a jar of blackstrap molasses." The two women hastened to their errands as Laura began filling a two-gallon bag about halfway full with the steaming water, stirring in just a touch of peppermint Castile soap for flavoring. "I hope you realize your slimy ass is in big trouble, John," Laura declared.

"I guess you've got me dead to rights. I just have such a fascination for plumpers, and the ones I meet all seem to love anal sex. I figure that women built big and beautiful aren't as likely to be promiscuous, or to have a long line of lovers, as ones built on a smaller scale." He hung his head in shame as soon as he said this, seeing an indication in Laura's eyes that he'd crossed some kind of dangerous line.

"Meaning that most men don't consider us attractive and therefore don't date us?" Her tone grew stern, icy in its lack of emotion. "I've got news for you, buddy. I ran into an old boyfriend of mine this afternoon--a local doctor. He's coming over this evening to hang out with us, and you'll be gone by then, either dead or beating a hasty exit from this city. Either way, you'll be out of my life forever." By this time, Alice and Susie had returned with the blackstrap molasses and a measuring spoon. "Susie, put two tablespoons of that stuff into the bag, stir it really well, and top it off with steaming water." Directing her attention to John, she ordered, "Now, get in the tub, head resting on the tub rim, and spread your asscheeks wide apart."

When he entered the tub, he winced at the water temperature and said, "You can't really expect me to hang out in here--it'll scald my dick and balls off."

"Nonsense--get into position." She attached the Oscar nozzle to the hose leading from the eight- quart bag, lubed it with K-Y, and said, "I'm going to insert this all the way up your butt; then you'll have to enjoy every drop of this that drains out of the bag. Susie is getting a portable cassette recorder to hear your confession, and I'll want full names and addresses of every woman you've had unprotected sex with not only for the last year, but for the last ten years."

"Some of that you'll find in a little black book in the glove compartment of my Lincoln--the keys are in the right front pocket of my Dockers."

"That was easy--now, tell me about each and every woman you've had unprotected anal sex with." She slid the Oscar nozzle up his rear and tugged on it to ensure that it was seated properly. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah--that thing definitely rubs my prostate the right way." He squirmed, his dick erecting despite the extremely warm water he knelt in.

"Enjoy it--it will probably be the last good feeling you'll have before we boot you out the front door." She opened the clamp--seconds later, a gasp escaped his lips.

"This water is too warm--ooh, it burns, and not just the temperature." His head dropped dangerously close to the water level, and Alice, concerned that he not try to drown himself, quickly opened the tub drain. Within minutes, the man had his head lowered to the tub floor, clutching his middle as the caustic solution searing into his colon had him wracked with continuous cramps. "Were you planning to kill me with this enema?" he complained to Laura.

"It won't kill you, John--it'll just make you wish you were dead. Now start talking." He began to name names, enacting the specific types and frequency of anal play he had enjoyed with each woman. Before he'd taken all eight quarts (and Laura shut off the flow after each quart had flowed into his bursting belly), Susie'd had to shut off the portable cassette and flip the tape over. He lay in the tub in a fetal position, whimpering with chattering teeth as the last of quart eight drained into his distended abdomen.

"Can I release this soon?" he begged, tears in his eyes.

"By all means," she replied, sending Alice for a bucket and the camcorder. "We'll be keeping your black book, John, and inviting each of these women over here to enjoy this exciting video footage." As Alice returned with the bucket, Laura eased the Oscar nozzle from his open behind. "Get it all into the bucket; whatever spatters out or spills over, you're going to lick up." He sat heavily on the bucket in the middle of the tub, clutching his belly against the cutting cramps. He was fortunate in that his expulsion just filled the bucket. "Now carry it carefully to the stool and pour it in slowly, and very very very carefully." As he did so, she began pelting his rear with a studded rubber paddle.

"Shouldn't we rinse him out, Laura?" Alice asked.

"Oh, for sure, for sure." She poured soap into the bag, rinsed it carefully several times, then refilled it with steaming clear water, removing the Oscar nozzle and replacing it with a five foot, 50FR colon tube. "Back in the tub, Johnny Fuckwad--it's time for your rinse cycle." She lubed his bottom through another exam glove, inserted the tube, and watched the bag drain slowly into his achey guts, easing the tube further in after each quart had emptied from the bag. When the bag was nearly empty, she nodded to Susie, who ran water in the tub to the right temperature, then refilled the bag. "How does your tummy feel now?"

"A little full, but my cramps are almost gone." She eased the last length of the tube into him as she opened the clamp to let another eight quarts issue into his distended middle. His dick, which had wilted from the action of the soap and molasses, was rock-hard again, and Laura began stroking it lightly. "Oh, thank you, lover," he gushed. "I take it that all is forgiven then?"

"No--I just wanted to make you horny so you'd have something to offer your latest conquest when you go to pay her another visit right after you leave here." Noting that the bag was nearly empty, she instructed Alice, "Ease that tube out of his rear and I'll give him a souvenir to remember us by." She put a small rubber plug in the fitting of the Oscar nozzle where it would normally connect to the hose from a bag, lubed it thoroughly, and pushed it up his ass. "We'll help you dress, John, then I want you out that door. Don't ever call, stop by, or write to me, because I'll have you hauled up on stalking charges if you do." She pelted his ass with a studded rubber paddle to encourage him to expedite his dressing.

"But what if I lose the nozzle and ruin my clothes and the driver's seat of my car?" He had a pained expression on his face.

"You'd better pray your latest conquest is a patient woman who's not only home but also willing to help you clean up. Besides, you should have thought about that before you got greedy and careless." By this time he was fully dressed, and she swatted him briskly with the paddle as he practically ran out the door to his Lincoln, fumbled with the keys, unlocked the door, and drove off, nearly colliding with a UPS truck as he rounded the corner away from Laura's house. Wrapping her arms around Susie and Alice, Laura asked, "What do you folks think? Was I too rough on him?"

"Naww!" they said in unison, walking her back inside arm in arm.

By this time, Trish and Andy had breakfast ready, so we paused the VCR so they could catch up on the colonic action when we sat down to pancakes and bacon in the livingroom. We all took huge stacks of cakes, doused them with butter and maple syrup, and demolished the big tray of bacon, carrying our plates and cups of French roast coffee seasoned with chicory back to our places, where Karen turned the video back on as we munched contentedly.

By this time, the two thirty-something women and the teenaged girl were reentering Laura Beamish's house. "Did you see the look on his face when he was trying to fasten the waistband on his Dockers over that expanded gut?" Alice chortled. "I wish we'd caught that on video, too."

"Are you ready for a big gutload of water?" Laura asked Susie, patting the girl's flat belly as she posed her question.

"Oh, yeah. It made me horny watching you do for John, even though it was a punishment scenario you were enacting. I'd love to try the blackstrap molasses thing on Dave the next time he pisses me off."

"Just be careful--don't ever use too much, because that stuff has sulfur in it and can really burn the lining of the colon." Looking at Alice and Susie with a bright smile, she said, "If you're ready, girls, let's get naked and let the fun and games begin." As they started to undress, a flash of memory went across her face, and she scampered out, saying, "I forgot that Doug was going to call in a few hours. I'll be back with the cordless in a flash."

When Laura returned to the bathroom, Alice and Susie already had the colon tube they'd used on Big Johnny Little's behind scrubbed and rinsed, had just sterilized it with alcohol, and were rinsing it with hot, then cool, water, preparatory to connecting it to the eight-quart bag, which they had also washed and rinsed. It stood bulging with clear water, its open top almost steaming from the warmth of its contents. "You folks are efficient; I'll give you that. Now, who wants to be first?"

"Me me me me me," Susie importuned, in a wheedling little-girl voice.

"You just can't get enough of anal play, can you, child?" Laura's bemused voice had a lilt to it that assured Susie and Alice her crisis had passed. "Okay, lie flat on your belly in the tub, with your knees bent." Seeing the girl's oversized breasts squishing over the sides of her body when she lay in this position elicited her comment, "Well, as flat as possible anyway." Susie shot her the finger, turning her head to grin up at her. "You'll get an opportunity to fuck me, all right, with this tube and a big load of water." Turning to Alice, she asked, "Do you think I should lube the tube with soap instead of K-Y, to put this recalcitrant brat in her place?"

"If she hadn't had such a rough session of assfucking last night, I'd say why not? But I think we ought to go easy on her tender little poopie hole today, and for the next few weeks until she's healed."

"Have you ever had a deep colonic treatment before, Susie?" the voluptuous nurse asked.

"No--I've read about `em in some of those sex digests Dave keeps getting his hands on, and they sound out of this world, but I've never had the opportunity before today."

"This will spoil you then, because it's like no other enema you've ever had." She donned an exam glove, lubed it liberally, and eased just the middle finger into Susie's behind, parted with the girl's own hands.

"That's so nice," she moaned. "Can you go a little deeper?"

"With pleasure," she replied, twisting and swirling the finger, in effect fucking the girl's blossoming anus with it for several minutes as she groaned with arousal and pleasure. Withdrawing the finger, she replaced it with two, explaining, "I've got to get you a little looser now, so that I can put two fingers into you later to guide the tube around the bends of your colon." Again, soft gasps and sighs escaped the pretty teenager's lips as Laura delved as deeply as her combined fingers would reach, turning and extending them so that she could widen the passage as much as necessary. Finally, she backed out slowly and gently, announcing, "Stand by, Alice. Once I get about six inches of the tube inserted, I'll want you to start the flow." She eased the rounded tip of the tube up Susie's open rear, sliding it in to a mark she'd made on it just after purchasing it some ten years earlier. "How does that feel inside you, honey?"

"It feels really nice. Aren't you going to start my water soon?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact. Want to go ahead and open the clamp, Alice?" The slender brunette opened the clamp to release the very warm water into the horny teenager's colon.

"Oh, that feels so nice--it's really soothing and comforting. I think I'm going to like this kind of enema the very best of all." She gurgled contentedly as the inexorable flow began to reach further and further inside her, caressing and relaxing her with its comforting warmth.

Laura began easing the tube further inside Susie's behind, reaching in with two fingers to make the bend around her descending colon into the transverse segment. She looked up at the bag, noting that about three quarts had flowed in; Susie's middle was just starting to puff outward, swelling maybe two inches beyond its usual slightly concave surface.

"Do you feel a lot of pressure yet, sugar?" Laura asked.

"No--I do feel as if something is a little different inside me, but it's not an unpleasant feeling at all." She gurgled and sighed contentedly as the water continued to drain into her body. "How much of the tube is inside me now?"

"Roughly two feet, so there's only about three more feet to go." She began easing the tube across the width of her transverse colon, noting that about five quarts of water had made their journey into the buxom blonde's middle. "Now it's close to three feet inside you. Are you experiencing any sharp pains or cramps or unusual pressure?"

"A slight pressure, but nothing I can't handle. In fact, it feels good, because all the nerve endings inside my belly and ass and pelvis and cunt are tingling. It kind of feels like a mushroom buzz or a trip on really good, clean acid." She started blushing, then said, "I guess I shouldn't have talked about that stuff with you and my coach in the room."

"It's okay, Susie," Alice said. "You don't come to practice stoned, and it's never interfered with your schoolwork--just be careful, because there is a lot of impure stuff out there."

"I know. Like I said, I feel tingly all over the lower half of my body. In fact, it's spreading to my tits and my nipples. Oh, this is a wonderful sensation. I never knew anything going up my ass could feel quite this good. I know I've gotten a lot of pleasure out of my little poo-hole over the years, but never anything like this."

"You know what, Susie? This is just the beginning. If you want to play with your tits or your pussy, go ahead and feel free--it's just us girls here anyway--nothing to be embarrassed about. But guess what, sweetheart?"

"What?" she gasped, reaching down to thumb the erect button of her clit.

"It's going to feel even better when you're all full and I begin to ease that long tube out of your bowel so you can release the water. I've seen big, strong men shoot their cum clear across the room and fall into a faint when that happened, their pleasure was so intense. The first time my mentor in nursing school gave me a colonic, ostensibly to relieve some severe menstrual cramps I was having, not only did the fullness relieve my cramps, but when she started backing the tube out of my butt, a lot narrower, shorter tube than you have inside you, I came without touching myself, and I felt the orgasm in the tips of my ears, the back of my head, spreading like a flush down my neck and chest, making my nipples, breasts, belly, navel, buttocks, asshole, pussy, clitoris, g-spot, the insides of my thighs, and my kneecaps tingle like I was having the granddaddy of all acid trips. I must have exploded in an orgasm that lasted at least ten or fifteen minutes; I was shaking, sobbing, and shivering so hard she had to throw a blanket on me when she got me settled on the toilet." She shivered at the memory, recalling how long she'd slept in her mentor's arms after she got done on the toilet, then reality brought her back. "Susie, the most difficult part of the journey begins. I want you to relax as much as you can, so I can ease the tube around the bend into your ascending colon. Breathe deeply, then hold it; if you feel any unusual pressure or sharp pain, tell me right away. The last thing I want to do is perforate your colon. Alice, how's our water holding out?"

"Almost empty. Shall I fill the bag again before your slide the tube in further?"

"Absolutely. I want both of you to listen very carefully. When you give a colonic, under no circumstances do you ever force the tube further inside a person's body. Don't push it in unless there's water moving ahead of it, because the water will distend the inside of the gut and make the passage of the tube almost effortless." She smiled at the them both, asking, "Do you understand? Let the flowing water work for you." They nodded, and she waited for Alice to refill the bag. "Now, Susie, relax as much as you can." The girl took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, took another breath, exhaled slowly, and soon had a rhythm established. "You've obviously helped some of your female friends who've taken Lamaze classes, I suspect. You're doing great, kiddo. If you'll open the clamp, Alice, then here goes." Seeing the water flowing steadily, she waited until about a quart drained out of the freshly filled bag, then gently inserted two fingers up Susie's bung around the tube, easing it further inside until only three or four inches remained outside the girl's stretched open sphincter. "How are you feeling, hon? Do you want to take a rest, or are you still comfortable?"

"I feel great," she replied, fondling her own breasts as the soothing water continued to flow into her rapidly expanding middle. "How much is inside me now?"

"The tube, or the water?"

"Both." She belched a little, aware of the spreading warmth and fullness in her middle, then returned one hand to her tit-play and brought the other down between her widespread thighs.

"You have about four feet eight or nine inches of this big tube inside you. Looking at the bag, right now, I'd say you have about twelve quarts inside your tummy. How do you feel, knowing that if you stood up right now, your stomach would stick out like that of a woman at least five or six months pregnant?"

"I'm starting to feel a little bit full, but I want to take as much as I can. I'm not experienced enough to beat the eighteen-quart mark you made last night, but I'd be really thrilled if I could do all sixteen that are headed my way."

"Dangerous enthusiasm, isn't it?" Laura remarked to Alice. "She's got the makings of a real size queen, I'll bet. Susie, what's the biggest object you've ever taken up your ass? Just curiosity."

"Well, it certainly wasn't Dave's dick, if that's what you're wondering. I'd say it was probably a big slicing cucumber from Mom's garden. It was at least a foot long, and probably all of three inches or so thick at the widest part. I took about nine inches before it started to hurt a bit." She gurgled, belching from the fullness inside her, at the same time openly pleasuring her tits and pubic mound.

"What a scout!" Alice commented. "Susie, I'm impressed. I'd be in pain if I took something that big inside my pussy. How old were you when you did this?"

"Uh, thirteen, I think."

Laura and Alice just looked at each other, rolling their eyes, then broke into giggles. "You wouldn't be pulling our legs, would you?" Laura asked.

"I can if it would turn you on," she said in her best dumb blonde voice.

"Amazing." Both older women merely shook their heads. "The bag's almost empty again," Alice noted. "Should I fill it again?"

"Yeah," Susie said. "I'm liking this sensation a whole lot. Every so often I sneak a hand down to press on my tummy, and whenever I do, an orgasm rockets through me from head to toes, without me touching any other part of my body."

"We've created a monster," Laura observed. "Are you sure you don't want to stop and release this? I'm getting a little concerned."

"What's to be concerned about? I'm feeling fine." As she said this, she belched, made a gagging noise, and said, "Well, maybe I should. I'm beginning to feel quite a bit of pressure, and I just about barfed a minute ago." She began to lever herself up off the tub floor, noting with pleasure the way her hugely distended abdomen jiggled as she moved. "Let's see if I get the numbers right. I have sixteen quarts of water inside my tum, right?"

At Laura's affirmative nod, Susie continued, "And a pint of fluid is equivalent to a pound of dry weight, right?" Again, a nod. "Let's see--two pints in a quart, four quarts to a gallon, so I have four gallons of water in my gut, or about thirty-two pounds, right?" Another nod, with fearful glances cast between Laura and Alice, concerned that Susie might collapse from the enormous pressure, or fall down belly-first and rupture her colon. "I'm still standing, but I think you guys need to help me to the toilet." She grunted, seeming nearer and nearer to collapse as they rose swiftly, supported her with their shoulders, and placed her squatting just about the seat of the stool. Her belly flesh was so distended that the skin looked translucent, and her navel was all but invisible. As Laura began easing the tube from her behind, she began to gasp, breathing deeply, a flush rising to her neck and chest and the tops of her breasts. More gasping followed, and the redness spread to her belly and pubis and inner thighs; a side shot from the camera showed the same flush on the sides of her thighs and buttocks.

As Laura eased the tube further out of her body, Susie began to pant and shriek, finally working up to an ecstatic wail, the tips of her nipples swollen an inch long and dark purple with blood rushing to the area. She cradled her huge gut in her hands, rocking back and forth as waves of pleasure consumed her entire consciousness.

By the time Laura had eased the tube completely free of the girl's rosy fundament, she was ululating and moaning, her whole form bathed in sweat, her hair limp from the experience. She continued to shake and moan, tears running down her cheeks, as Laura and Alice looked at her, alarmed. A long continuous fart erupted from her bottom, and the camera angle shifted to show her slowly deflating paunch as her spattering release filled the soundtrack against her belly-deep groans and cries of ecstasy. When she'd released approximately half of the purge, she began to shiver, so Laura arranged a heavy towel around her shoulders.

Finally, as the watery waste from her rear had slowed to a trickle, Susie was able to speak. "Oh God, Nurse Beamish and Miss Tate, that was the most incredible feeling I've ever had. That was the longest, most drawn-out, most total body rush feeling I've ever experienced. I've never come that hard in my life, and I've been multiorgasmic since I was in my early teens." She hugged Laura Beamish long and hard, then took Alice Tate's hand and drew her closer as well. "Oh, thank you thank you thank you thank you for sharing this wonderful sexual trip with me. I'm still floating in space--it feels so incredible." She shivered, continuing, "I feel as if I'm still climaxing. Don't let go of me, ladies; I really need to be held, to feel my sisters' support and affection right now." Her body was still vibrating, and she felt more alive than she'd ever felt. "God, Miss Tate, you're gonna love this. If you don't, you've got one foot in the grave already." The two mature women laughed heartily, and continued to hug the spirited teenager as she leaned weakly in their arms. "I feel like I could sleep for a week, but I'm also hungry enough to eat a whole cow all by myself. What time is it anyway?"

"It's four-thirty. Alice, are you ready for a really unique experience?"

"If it does for me what it does for that teenager, I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Susie," Laura announced, "I have some chocolate chip granola bars, apples, and bananas in the kitchen. Help yourself, but bring `em back in here so you can observe the whole procedure, because you'll have to help Alice when it's my turn." As the girl was starting to go, Laura added, "When it's just us hanging out over here, or us plus whatever men are here, like Dave, or Doctor Doug, or your uncle Zeke, please call me Laura. I'm sure Alice would want you to use her first name, too. Just don't slip up on the high school campus, especially around other students, or I'll be taking a jar of blackstrap molasses to my office." She patted the full-figured young beauty on the rump as she slipped naked and unashamed out of the bathroom. "Was that all right to speak for you, Alice? I only figured it would help Susie relax around us a bit more."

"As long as she understands that school is a separate environment from this one." She kissed Laura, insinuating her tongue into the zäftig redhead's mouth, her passion beginning to grow. "I can hardly wait for this experience; from the way it affected Susie, I'd say it will be a treat I'd never expect to receive from a bellyful of warm water."

"There's a reason why colonic therapists charge so much, Alice. Although most of them aren't especially oriented toward giving their clients full-body orgasms, many of them went into the profession because they're closet klismaphiliacs. One of my closest friends in nursing school, a woman with a history of severe physical and sexual abuse by both parents, had been in therapy for about seven years when she started college. She avoided dating like the plague all through nursing school, preferring instead to spend her free time browsing in adult bookstores. Two months after graduating with her R.N., she was back in school pursuing a master's program in gastroenterology and hydrotherapy; two years later, she hung out her shingle as a colonic therapist. Within three months after establishing her practice, in a clinic with seven other colonic therapists, she married a male patient. The wedding was held in the clinic, and both bride and groom wore rubber panties under their wedding garb, with inflatable buttplugs inserted against the gallon of water each had absorbed just before the ceremony. Instead of telling the groom that he could kiss the bride, the justice of the peace who officiated (a notorious local swinger), told them to massage each other's bloated bellies. It brought down the house, and they scurried off to a restroom with twin potties, came back twenty minutes later, and the bride cut the cake and proceeded in a very normal manner. It was a sweet wedding, and they honeymooned in San Francisco, touring sex clubs and adult bookstores.

"Six months later I ran into her at the university where we both attended nursing school. Her tummy was getting big, and she told me she was five months pregnant. Her husband was going to pick her up soon, so she asked me to stick around and renew acquaintances. When he got out of the car, his gut was bulging like hers was, and she confided to me that she gave him an enema every morning before work that he had to retain until he got home in the late afternoon. She marvelled at his capacity, because she'd been swelling his middle with progressively more water every day during pregnancy, so that his gut was always as big as hers was. Three months after that, she went into labor, and was admitted to the hospital I was working at during my salad days. When he came in to be with her, he waddled. He whispered to me that he would be glad when her contractions speeded up from five minutes to two, because then he could go to the john to release the belly buster he'd been holding since six that morning. Thus, when I saw him waiting outside the delivery room, I couldn't believe how flat and trim his tummy was. He was actually a very handsome man." She shivered, recalling the story. "They now have three children, and still love each other as deeply as they did on that rather Rabelaisian wedding day."

By this time, Susie was just returning to the bathroom, her arms loaded down with three bananas, four granola bars, and two apples. "Susie!" Laura exclaimed in surprise, "if you eat all that now, are you going to be able to eat any supper?"

"I'm a growing girl--of course I'll be able to eat supper. I'm just so weak from taking four gallons of water up my butt in one fell swoop, going into a fifteen-minute full-body orgasm, and then getting my colon completely empty for probably the first time in my life, that I need to get massive carbos and potassium into my system as fast as I can. I've got to be at my best so I can help Alice stuff your colon when we're done with her, after all." She pulled the wrapper off a granola bar and ate it in about three gulps, then peeled a banana and made it disappear in maybe four bites. "Why are you two staring me? Damn, I'm not even seventeen yet--even though I'll probably be a voluptuous plumper like my Mom in five or six years, I'm still growing, and I burn a lot of energy between schoolwork, cheerleading, and sex."

"Sorry for staring, Susie," Laura said. "I was just overcome by a wave of nostalgia, remembering when I was an energetic young girl with a boundless appetite and the ability to shovel it in without gaining any body fat. It does my heart good to see someone I've taken under my wing enjoy eating as much as she does sex."

"Oh, shit!" Suzie clapped her hand to her mouth. "Do you mind if I call my parents and tell them I'm spending the night? And then I need to call Dave to see if he still plans to come over."

"You know where the cordless is--just hurry up so I can walk you through these procedures."

She grabbed the cordless from the étagère over the toilet, making a quick call so her mother wouldn't worry, then dialing Dave's number. After a few seconds, she spoke into the phone: "Hi, sweetie. Yeah, I'm still at Laura's with her and Alice Tate. Ya wanna come over and hang with us? Cool--we've got some cool pornos we rented this afternoon. Remember our discussion about enema erotica? Yeah, Laura wants you to bring over any sex digests you have with articles or letters on the subject. And Dave, if you could score something sweet and smoky, it would really make my night, hon. Be prepared for the sexual thrill of your life, homeboy--I'm gonna make all your enema dreams come true in a hugely major way tonight, kiddo, so make sure your asshole's clean and wear clean underwear, hear?" She hung up the phone, immediately reached for a second granola bar, shoving it into her mouth as soon as she had it unwrapped, then peeling another banana and sucking it down.

"Slow down, kiddo, or you'll bust a gut." Laura looked at her with concern in her lustrous green eyes. "Didn't your mother ever tell you to chew your food? It's a wonder you haven't aspirated half a banana in the last twenty minutes." She winked at Alice, remarking, "I've seen sharks that were more sedate in the midst of a feeding frenzy."

"Hell, Laura," Alice quipped, "I was on safari in the Kalahari once, and I saw rabid jackals that didn't regurgitate as fast as she's been eating."

"Hey! You ladies are picking on me again. Why do you do that, when I never pick on you?"

"Because it's fun," Alice answered gleefully. "And because you're so pretty when you blush."

"Maybe I'll start picking on the two of you, turn the tables on you."

"Well, you can try," Laura said dryly. "But we're a lot more practiced at it than you are."

"Oh yeah, well I'd hate to be doing a sixty-nine on the bed with you on top of me, right after eating a batch of my mom's five alarm chili. The first time you farted it would blow me across the room."

Laura and Alice both laughed until they had tears in their eyes, Laura exclaiming, "Good one! But you'd probably pass out from the smell and I'd have to revive you by pissing in your mouth."

"Can we get this show on the road?" Alice asked. It's almost six, and Doug's supposed to call around seven."

"So--he'll want to shower. And besides, I don't mind talking with him on the cordless while I've got a few gallons of water inside my colon. I think it would be sexy as hell." She helped Alice position herself in the tub, and began the same slow, sensual anal massage she'd given Susie. By the time she withdrew two fingers in favor of the tube and bag, which Susie had just filled, Alice was vibrating to the rhythm of her own uncountable climaxes, her body already in overdrive.

"God, Laura!" Susie exclaimed, "if she's having this powerful a response to your fingers (and I'm not saying you're not a star performer in the world of anal massage, because you are a superstar), how's she gonna react when you pull the colon tube out of her rear later on? Will she survive, or will she just come herself somewhere out on the astral plane and forget to come back?"

"Interesting question--are you well read on metaphysics and parapsychology, Susie?"

"In a way, yes--but not in a very systematic or disciplined way. I've read all the Castenada books, some of the Bhagavadgita, parts of the Vedas and Upanishads, Aleister Crowley's work on the Kabbala, the Tao of Lao Tse, and parts of the Tibetan Book of the Dead. But there's a lot I haven't read that I need to read."

"What provoked your interest?" As she said this, she looked at the tip of the colon tube, easing it slowly into Alice's rear. "I hope you remembered to burp the air out of the line from the bag."

"Come on, Laura--I've been shooting the tube with no adult supervision since I was twelve or thirteen. Would I forget such a vital piece of the operation?" She was a little indignant, then smiled and changed the subject. "As to my interest in metaphysics, you'll recall me telling you that my parents were very open about sex and body functions? Well, they were open about religion, too. They took us to church in childhood, but it was always to different churches, never the same one two Sundays in a row. That lasted until the first time I had a bad case of stomach flu over the weekend, and I was vomiting and shitting so hard that there was no question of me leaving the house on a Sunday morning. But my folks did something really interesting; they'd quiz us after every church service we attended, then as we got older, they'd remind us of sermons we'd heard, or moral lessons taught in various Sunday school programs, etc. They were interested in the differences we perceived in the theological systems embodied in various churches. When I was about twelve, Mom showed me a set of books on their bookcase in the living room, a beautifully illustrated set called Religions of the World: An Enclopedic Reference. I started reading them that spring as soon as school had let out, and I was halfway through the set by the end of the summer. I ate up another quarter of it during Christmas vacation, and I chomped through the rest the beginning of the next summer. I think I've probably read everything on religion, metaphysics, and philosophy in my neighborhood branch of the public library."

"So are you planning to study religion or philosophy in college?"

"Possibly, if I don't do a scientific field instead. I'd actually like to get a Ph.D. in the history of science someday. Of course," she blushed, "I'd probably want to do a dissertation on the history of the enema, both medically and religiously, in world cultures."

"I wasn't aware that enemas possessed religious meaning in some cultures." Laura was dumbfounded. "Every time I start thinking of you as a bright, yet naïve teenager, you come up with stuff that absolutely surprises me. I take it your parents have had your I.Q. tested."

"One hundred seventy-five. Since the fifth grade, I've only gotten one B, and that was because I pissed a teacher off."

"Fess up now--what did you do?"

"Don't answer that yet, Susie. Laura, can we please get started?"

"Yeah--I forgot. Sorry." She began to ease the tube into Alice's rear, stopping at the first mark inscribed on the tube. "See, you want to get about six inches into the patient before you start the water. That way, it will be less likely to slip out, and it also gives more reach inside the colon, so the water flowing in will always be expanding the walls of the colon ahead of the rounded tip of the tube. Go ahead and open the clamp, Susie." The girl did as directed, noticing that the drainage of the bag was imperceptible at first, then more visible as Alice began to writhe in the tub.

"It feels great!" she shrieked. "Susie, you're right. It's warm and soothing, and it hardly feels like a regular enema at all. I think I'm going to like this a lot." Her body shook, orgasming hard. "I haven't felt anything this good inside my bowels since the first time my mother gave me a suppository as a kid, when I was constipated to the point of being auto-intoxicated. I must have been all of five years old, maybe even younger."

"How's the drainage going?" Laura asked, trying to peer over Susie's shoulder.

"The bag looks about half full, so I'd say four quarts."

"Great. The next step is to insert your index and middle fingers (I prefer the right hand since that's my dominant hand) into her sphincter around the tube and slide it around the bend into the transverse colon. You should be able to ease in at least a foot to a foot and a half at this point. You try it, okay?" She put Susie's fingers on the tube in the position she wanted, and Susie slid them up Alice's bung with the same motion Laura had demonstrated. "Perfect." She patted Alice's bottom lightly, asking, "How you doing? Any pain or pressure yet?"

"No--I'm just freaking out because it feels so good. I don't even feel full yet, which amazes me. How much is inside me now?"

"Two feet of rubber and about six quarts of water," Susie wisecracked. "But seriously, Alice, run your hands along your belly and see if you can still feel your bottom ribs."

"No--it's like my stomach is one big mass of pudding." She moaned, feeling the warmth throughout the center of her body.

"Pretty cool, huh? I want to try this with Dave; I think he'll dig it so much he won't want to stop."

"Susie, how's the bag doing?"

"Almost empty. I'll fill it again, right?" Laura only nodded. Susie quickly brought the bath water to the correct temperature, held the bag under it until it was full, and wrestled it to the shower curtain rod, hanging it there on its heavy wood and steel hanger.

"Now, Susie, here's the tricky part, as I was showing Alice when we did you earlier. Turn on the flow and slide the tube across the transverse colon until you feel resistance. Back off an inch or so, letting the water expand the ascending colon, then slowly, ever so slowly, ease the tube back in, placing two fingers inside the patient's anus to guide it. With the water flowing at a good rate, your fingers can make the tube bend around the turn from the transverse to the ascending colon, and then it's just a matter of waiting for the ascending colon to expand for a minute or two before you slide the tube all the way in. Go ahead and do this; I'll stop you if you move too fast."

"Oh God, it feels so good," Alice moaned from her prone position in the tub, her lower legs kicking as her body was wracked by a chain of climaxes in such quick succession she couldn't even count them. "And to think that I thought that waterfuck Laura gave me yesterday was the best sexual experience of my life." Her voice trailed off as her hands disappeared underneath her body, presumably going to contact as many erotic centers in the shortest amount of time while the water was caressing her internally. "By the way, how much is inside me now?" She lay panting, her chest and sides heaving with her state of orgasmic overdrive.

"About fourteen quarts, and four feet nine inches of rubber," Laura replied. "I'll bet that if I'd told you yesterday you were going to be taking a hollow dildo five feet long up your butt, and holding three and a half gallons of water inside your flat little tummy, you would have called me either a liar or a raving lunatic."

"Not any more--I'm the raving lunatic because I'm absolutely crazy about this feeling."

"Do you think we should fill the bag again when she's done with this one?" Susie asked, a lascivious smirk on her face.

"Not unless you want to to kill her. On the other hand, let's ask her just before this one runs dry, okay?"

"Got it," the blonde beauty said, standing by near the tub tap. Laura noticed that her belly wasn't as flat as it was when she'd finished releasing her colonic, then her eyes wandered to the pile of banana peels, granola bar wrappers, and apple cores on the back of the toilet. "I hope you remember to throw away your debris before our company gets over here, Susie. I'm sure either your boyfriend Dave, your uncle Zeke, or Doctor Doug might find it distressing to notice that even a growing girl like you could consume nearly three pounds of food right after a four-gallon colonic and still be hungry for supper within an hour or so." She looked up at the bag, noting that it was empty. "Alice, how are you doing down there in the tub? Getting full and crampy yet?"

"Just a little. Mostly what I feel is the same erotic tingling Susie was talking about earlier. Do I really have four gallons of water inside my belly?"

"For sure, coach," Susie replied. "And we were sort of thinking of filling another bag for you, if you want to try for more." She straddled Alice in the tub, squeezing her asscheeks sensually for a few minutes, before she slid her hands underneath the slender woman's breasts and began massaging her erect nipples. She trailed her warm tongue down the back of the older woman's neck, whispering lasciviously, "If it doesn't kill you, it might mean a bigger bang when Laura begins sliding that thick tube, ever so slowly and sensuously, out of your bung." She trailed her tongue further down, ending in the crack of Alice's ass.

Shivering with lust, Alice said, "Let's do it--I wanna come so hard that I'm still coming when your uncle Zeke walks in the door--he'll smell the pungency of my pussy and want to fuck me before we've even introduced each other." Susie began running water into the bag for the third load, making sure the temperature was exactly right, and hung it back on the shower curtain rod.

"You'll need to stay over there so you can be prepared to clamp it off at an instant's notice, Susie," Laura warned. "Are you ready, Alice?"

A breathy "Oh, yes," that became an impassioned wail, was all the signal they needed. Susie opened the clamp, regarding her cheerleading coach with an expression of such deep affection that Laura was moved to tears.

"So tell me what you did to piss off that teacher who gave you a B."

"I was in an honors English class my freshman year, and Miss Crumple was discussing the theories of authentification behind the texts of Shakespeare's plays, telling the class that to her it was plausible that Roger Bacon or Richard Burbage might have written some of the plays. She completely pooh-poohed the notion that Christopher Marlowe was another alternative. I left class that day feeling really upset, until I went home and took down my Penguin Classic edition of Marlowe's plays, and opened up Edward II alongside Richard III. Looking for double confirmation, I pulled down an anthology of other Elizabethean and Jacobean playwrights, and scanned a few scenes of several Bacon plays, skimmed over some Beaumont and Fletcher and Cyril Tourneur, and came back to the introductory essay on the late sixteenth/early seventeenth century English stage.

The next day, when I went to English class, I was carrying a small suitcase with books and notes in it. Miss Crumple simply glared at me when I walked in, then, when she was off and running on her claim that it might be Bacon, or even Ben Jonson, who'd written some of the Bard of Avon's problem comedies. I raised my hand and calmly pointed out that there was no record of Burbage having ever written anything for the stage, that he was a brilliant actor but not a playwright. Furthermore, I said, neither Bacon nor Jonson had Marlowe and Shakespeare's facility with blank verse, that in fact, Bacon and Jonson wrote more in rime royal or heroic couplets than they did in blank verse, while Shakespeare and Marlowe only rarely used rime royal or heroic couplets. By this time, Miss Crumple was livid; she ordered me out of class and down to the principal's office, where I sat through the rest of the period. I dragged my satchel and all my books with me, and when the principal asked why I was there, I told her the whole story, proving that I was right as I went along. The principal agreed with me, and when Miss Crumple came down at the end of the period, the principal told her she'd better check her facts from then on, because the school board was going to be meeting on tenure decisions in another two months. The principal asked her why she'd ejected me from her class, and she said I'd undermined her authority. I'll never forget the principal's words to her that morning: `If your authority rests on shaky speculations about the authorship of a canonical works by one of the acknowledged giants of English literature, and you have a bright, sensitive student who draws conclusions contrary to yours based on careful study and sound scholarly principles, you should be applauding your student's diligence, not sending her to my office for challenging your authority.' Her comment has always stuck with me, and I gladly ate the `B' Miss Crumple gave me that marking period, knowing that I was right, even though my GPA suffered a teensy bit from it." Her smile brightened, and she said, "And you know what, Laura, I've never looked back. That's why I answered your questions so unflinchingly when Alice first sent me to your office, even though I thought you were getting a trifle too personal at first."

"Ohmygod!" Laura exclaimed. "Alice, how are you holding up over there?"

"Just fine," she replied, and Laura and Susie looked to see the bag nearly empty, draining inexorably into her hugely swollen middle. "I've got a problem, though, a rather large one. My gut is now so big I can barely reach my pussy." She still moaned and whimpered in periodic orgasms, her body levered off the floor of the tub by her vastly inflated belly.

"We've got to get her on the toilet quick, Susie," Laura decided frantically. They got on either side of her and lifted her carefully to her feet; her stomach stuck out at least eighteen inches past her rib cage. They walked her carefully to the toilet, and Laura nodded to Susie to begin easing the tube from her rear. Alice began a shriek of passion that lasted during the whole period Susie was sliding the tube from her rear, her body writhing and dancing, overstuffed tummy jiggling in some otherworldly rhythm of its own. When they had at last succeeded in pulling the tube all the way out, she hiccuped once or twice, then began to pant in ecstasy again, her body pink from orgasmic flush. Her breasts, the size of Jonathan apples, were all but obscured by nipples standing erect an inch and a half long. Susie decided to lick them with her tongue, causing Alice to shriek in another chain of drawn-out climaxes. Laura began rubbing her hugely expanded gut, and put her hand between the woman's legs to rub her blood-engorged clitoris. "I'm worried, Susie," Laura said. "She hasn't farted or given any indication of passing this huge load of water. You're closer to the soap than I am. Could you?"

"Stimulate her bung? Induce defecation? Of course," she replied, the concern in her eyes as deep as it was in Laura's. She ran warm water, wet her fingers, and got them good and slimy in the bar of hand soap, then thrust them both up Alice's bottom hole. The desired results were almost instantaneous; with a fart that ricocheted off all four walls of the bathroom, Alice began to pass her six gallons of water with explosive force, her abdomen deflating rapidly as she shook and shuddered in a continuous chain of orgasms, abetted by Susie's action on her engorged nipples and Laura's lips on her engorged clitoris.

"Whew!" Laura breathed a sigh of relief. "I really thought she was a goner there for a minute. We would have lost a good friend if that had happened, and I doubt there's a snowball's chance in hell we could have avoided prison."

"Not me--I'm too much of a philosopher--I would have been committed on a course of ethical suicide, and there's nothing anyone would have been able to do to dissuade me."

"Are you sure you weren't born in the wrong decade, Susie? I haven't heard anyone talk like that since the sixties."

"No--I've just read so much in my short life, and have pondered these moral problems so often, that I'm pretty well convinced I've lived a number of previous lifetimes. I even went through past lives regression hypnosis when I was fifteen; it was a birthday present from my mother. I discovered that I was a Christian mystic in the fifth century A.D., a philosopher in the ninth century, a mass murderer in the thirteenth, and a philosopher again in the seventeenth. I'm not sure what I'll be in this life, though."

"Try this," Alice said, reviving from her orgasmic trance as the water continued to spew forcibly from her heinie: "an incredibly bright, sensitive, gifted, loving, talented, beautiful, charming, funny, ethically committed woman who will walk such a wide swath on this planet that hardly anyone will be able to keep up. And I predict that you'll eventually meet the man of your dreams, and that you'll settle down with him and raise some incredibly gifted kids, while you earn about fourteen Nobel prizes." She giggled at her own exaggeration, then observed, "That was the most intense sensory experience I've ever had; Susie's right, it is like an incredibly good, clean, acid or mushroom trip. The only difference is that it isn't as cerebral as hallucinogens. This buzz transforms every square inch of your body into a sexual organ that functions interdependently with every other inch. Have either of you ever felt an orgasm in your teeth before?"

"Only when I put cocaine on my gums," Laura observed, ignoring the disapproving look Susie shot her.

"How about it, Susie, did your kneecaps feel like a giant clitoris?"

"Not really. Look, Alice, I'm glad that it was so good for you, but we owe you an apology for letting you get so full. Laura and I were petrified that you were going to die when we first got you to the toilet; you didn't fart or start expelling after we slid the tube out of your behind. I finally had to goose you with a couple of soapy fingers because I was afraid you were going to explode."

"That's why I came so hard before I started shitting, huh? And when Laura started sliding the tube out of my rear, I really did have orgasmic rushes in my teeth and my kneecaps."

"That's normal," Laura declared, "but it wasn't me that pulled the tube out of your butt--it was Susie. She's done most of the complicated moves on your colonic, and performed like a real expert, too."

"Susie, you're amazing. If I wasn't a lot more into guys than I am into girls, I'd want to marry you."

"I love you, too, Miss Tate, I mean, Alice. I'm so glad you're all right." She drew her coach into a tearful hug, seconded by Laura, who wrapped her matronly arms around both of them.

"My turn," Laura declared, bouncing up to get facedown in the tub, waving her large round rear. "Come stick it to me, you bunch of lightweights."

"How we gonna fix her?" Alice asked Susie.

"I dunno--fill her up until she passes out with pleasure. I don't know if you'd describe that as `fixing her,' though." She handed Alice the bag and hose with colon tube attached. "Want to wash these out and run water at the right temp while I get her butthole lubed?"

"It'll probably be the best piece of ass you'll get tonight, or the biggest."

"I heard that," Laura retorted. "Just wait until I show Susie's uncle Zeke how to give your ass the proper attention."

Susie began sliding her lubed right-hand middle finger sensuously but deeply up Laura's bung. "Oh, you do it so nice, young girlfriend. Just keep fucking me with that finger until you decide it's time to swell my fat tummy up even fatter with your liquid love." She began to pant in arousal, hands moving, one to her pubic mound and one to her heavy breasts. "I wanna try for Alice's record, maybe even beat it if I can." She began to masturbate at a faster pace, exclaiming, "I'm ready for a second finger, maybe even a third. Fuck my ass hard, angel!" By this time, Susie had gotten four fingers into the nurse's behind, and was jamming them in and out as fast and hard as she could. "So good," Laura crooned. "Isn't Alice ready with that water yet?"

"Here I am," Alice replied. "Do you realize Susie has four fingers up your ass?"

"Yeah--I love it." She squirmed, wiggling her wide white ass as Susie pulled out her fingers with a pop and began easing the first six inches or so of the big tube up her upturned bottom. Alice opened the clamp, and Susie held the tube in place as the first gallon of water drained into the Rubenesque redhead's middle. "This is heavenly," she gushed. "But you should probably run the tube in deeper now, Susie. Ugghh, I want this waterfuck to last forever." She panted, wiggling her cheeks like firm jello as Susie thrust two fingers inside her and eased the tube around the bend into her transverse colon. "So good! I've already come about twelve times, and I'll probably do at least sixty even before I'm filled up all the way." She writhed on the tub floor, asscheeks jiggling so sensuously that Susie was tempted to plant a kiss on the crack of her ass, which she did, lovingly and lingeringly.

Susie glanced at the bag, then nodded to Alice, who began to run water to the desired temperature, filled the bag again, and hung it from the shower curtain rod. "It's tickling my innards," Laura quipped as the beginning of quart nine flowed into her. "And it feels so nice. Susie, remind me to show you my library on enemas, both clinical and erotic. I have an interesting article from a psychiatric journal about how high colonics, properly administered, can assist in opening the chakras and clearing karma. Ooh, ooh, uhh, uhh, ahh, ahh, it's so nice. I just feel so loved all the way inside my belly when I'm filling up this way." Again, Susie looked up at the bag, which was drained down to the one-quarter mark. Laura now held fourteen quarts of warm water in her expanding middle, and Susie hadn't even gotten the thick tube all the way across her transverse colon. She slid the tube gently a few inches, felt resistance, and backed off an inch. "Oh, that's lovely," Laura purred. Susie looked at the bag again, noting that it was nearly flat, and nodded to Alice, who opened the taps, checked the water temperature, and placed the bag under the faucet to fill it again, raising it to the shower curtain rod after she turned off the water.

The water kept flowing into Laura Beamish's colon; by the time the bag was half-empty of its third load, Susie had managed to get the tube inserted all the way through her transverse colon and just past the bend into her ascending colon. Laura was gasping and moaning from a continuous chain of orgasms, and Susie reached underneath her to massage her big belly. "That feels great, sugar--warm water caressing me inside and your warm hand caressing me so lovingly outside. Don't stop, okay?"

Planting another kiss on the crack of her wide-open ass, Susie replied, "I couldn't stop even if I wanted to." She checked the bag again; it was nearly empty, meaning that almost twenty-four quarts, or six gallons, of steamy water was inside Laura Beamish's bursting colon. Rubbing the nurse's stomach gently, Susie asked, "How does your tummy feel?"

"Like it's not full enough yet. Can I have some more?" Susie nodded to Alice, who filled the bag a fourth time and hung it on its high perch. "Take some deep breaths, Laura. I'm going to try to get this down further into your ascending colon." Laura's breathing, already heavy from her extreme arousal, became heavier still as she worked to relax her colon for the last stage of the procedure. Once a couple of quarts had flowed in, Susie began sliding the tube, three fingers inserted into Laura's open anus, all the way down to the bottom of her ascending colon. "This truly is heaven," Laura gushed. "All that nice warm water inside my colon, caressing me, comforting me, making me feel as if my body is one huge open cunt with a penis the size of a redwood sliding lovingly in and out of me until I want to scream with the pleasure."

She bucked in an extended climax, belching as the last eight-quart load in the bag completed its drainage into her bowels. She lay there gurgling contentedly for several minutes after Susie signalled Alice to close the clamp, then rose and sat heavily on the edge of the tub, colon tube still buried in her ass. She motioned Susie and Alice to join her, took them in a bearhug, and asked, "Can you hear this gurgling in my belly?" She drew their heads to her middle, which stuck out so far in front of her body that she looked like she was nine months pregnant with triplets. The other women contentedly rubbed her swollen abdomen and listened to the circulation of the eight gallons of water inside her. Suddenly a cramp seized her, and she hiccuped three or four times, feeling the edge of nausea in the back of her throat. "Will you help me to the toilet and pull my tube? I've got to release this before I barf up a whole bunch of shit."

They each took an arm and guided her to the stool, settling her in a half-squat as Susie began easing the tube from her bung and Alice began an earnest massage of her hugely distended belly. Laura shook in their arms, the tingly sensations of a whole body orgasm traveling throughout her system, her breathing raspy and uneven. As Susie continued pulling the tube from her behind, she moaned, "This is the best I've ever come, ever in my life. Oh God, if I died right now, the undertaker would have to work a week to wipe the smile off my face." Her body shook as her orgasms continued unabated, every inch of her skin flushed the telltale red, her nipples, with their huge brown aereolae, erected to points two inches long, her scalp tingling, her inflated paunch shaking with passion, and her buttocks jiggling against the toilet set like a perpetual motion machine. Finally, the tube came free of her sphincter, and she slumped wearily in Susie's and Alice's comforting arms as her initial fart of evacuation resounded thunderously in the bathroom.

As her flood of waste continued in an explosive combination of spattering and farting, Susie and Alice fondled her to a continuous drawn-out orgasm, holding her as her plump body shook against their smaller frames, crooning soft love words as they rocked her into relaxation and peace. I looked at Karen, who had a dreamy expression on her face, then over at Andy and Trish, who also seemed to be taken with trances, then back at Karen. I grabbed the remote, shut off the video, and clicked off the TV and VCR. I took Karen's right hand, saying, "Come on, lover. We've got just enough time for a quick bout of loving combat, then we'll have to release and get ready for class." Almost in a daze, she followed me into the bedroom, flowing into my arms as we fornicated sweetly under the late morning sun. After lazily reaching orgasm, we rested, not at all surprised when Trish and Andy surrounded us with their warm bodies.

The next three days were relatively uneventful; Karen and I were caught up in schoolwork, her with seminar meetings for a practicum she and Andrea and Rima were enrolled in, me with papers to begin writing for my lit courses. The only contact we had with Trish and Andy was over the phone, and our only visit with Rima was Wednesday afternoon after classes. Our klismaphilic activities had slipped to the maintenance level, as well; we were able to treat each other to about four quarts of warm clear water apiece every evening, mainly as foreplay to a kind of exhaused, but sweet, lovemaking session before we slipped wearily into bed, clinging tightly together, for some much-needed rest. Friday night we met Trish and Andy at PK's, a very working class bar at the north end of Coalville's infamous strip, to hear a good local blues band, and we made plans to meet them at Trish's the following day, just before noon. We were excited about the prospective hallucinogenic journey, but we were torn with anticipation and apprehension over two other matters: Rima was geting discharged from the hospital that day, so we were really happy to have her back with us. The other matter, Karen's meeting with a local doctor, to confirm the results of a pregnancy test she'd gone in for after the Tuesday session of her internship, had all five of us on tenter-hooks, hoping that the results from her home pregnancy test weren't a false confirmation.

I went with her for her ten a.m. appointment that Saturday; we'd packed toys, lingerie outfits, appropriate magazines and videos (including the one Trish brought back from Chicago, which we were all still watching), toiletries, and a change of street clothes, into her car, and now we waited patiently in the OB-GYN department at Memorial. When Karen's name was called, I gave her hand an affectionate squeeze, waved, and watched her sweet fanny move away before I buried my nose in a copy of Time magazine. I read a few short pieces, got stuck in an article about petroleum delivery conflicts between Iraq and Kuwait (this was in the period just before the infamous Gulf War that characterized the closing year of Bush's self-serving and ethically ambiguous term in the White House--hereafter to be referred to as Operation Shit Storm), and was just flipping to the Cinema, Music, and Books sections when Karen floated back into the waiting room, laughter in her voice, and a broad smile on her face. "Come on hon, we're gonna party," she whooped.

"So?" I asked, as she grabbed my hand and all but dragged me out to her car with a skip in her walk.

"My prenatal specialist wants me to come in between Christmas and New Years for an ultrasound, to see which flavor we're having (our standing joke for the sex of the developing embryo), and to run some more tests, but she said that everything appears normal at this point." She stopped me and wrapped me in a huge hug before unlocking her car. "Oh, and guess what?" She stood, looking at me with that same Mona Lisa smile on her face.

"Well--out with it. What is it?"

"She said that the day I actually conceived was probably something like the Tuesday or Wednesday before Trish got back from Chicago. That quickening feeling I felt was actually my uterus repelling further boarding parties when we had such glorious sex last Friday night." She smirked, adding, "I guess reading those internal signals is a tricky business."

"I guess so," I replied, hugging her hard and kissing her resoundingly on the lips. "Are we ready to party now, or what?

"Yeah--let's go." She unlocked her car and we got in, and she couldn't resist laying a little rubber in the parking lot as we sped off for Trish's crib.