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Graduate School Games - Chapter 1

Book 5 - Part 1

We arrived at Tricia's just a little after eleven, Karen wheeling her Lincoln in next to the robin's-egg-blue TransAm that already sat in the driveway. Before we were fully out of the car, Andrea skipped out in a schoolgirl's uniform consisting of a white top, a form-fitting maroon pleated skirt that ended eight inches above her knees, her long red hair in pigtails, with a maroon beret perched jauntily on top of her head, and black-and-white saddle shoes over white anklets on her feet. Tricia, right behind her, wore what can only be described as a headmistress's uniform, with a similar white top, a knee-length black pencil skirt that hugged her belly, hips, rear, and thighs like a second skin, textured black silk stockings, three-inch black stacked heels, a stethescope around her neck, and a one-inch thick pine fraternity paddle in her right hand. "The theme of the day is School for Perversions. My student will assist you in carrying your personal effects into the house." We began removing our impedimentia from the backseat of the Versailles, handing some of the packages to Andy and distributing the rest between the two of us, Andy taking my hand to lead me into the house while Trish dropped back to wrap an arm companionably around Karen's waist. I heard her ask, "Did the doctor confirm your pregnancy?"

"Yes--he gave me a clean bill of health, too. I'm supposed to go in between Christmas and New Year's for an ultrasound. I guess I actually conceived a couple of days before your return from Chicago, not last Friday night like I thought."

"No wonder you were falling in love with him as he slept beside you while I was gone. Your body and heart already knew--it just took a while for your mind to catch up." Her voice became a whisper at that point, and I decided not to try to eavesdrop any further; I couldn't have if I'd wanted to, anyway, because Andrea led me back into Tricia's bedroom, where she showed me the schoolboy uniform I'd be wearing for the first hour of our psychedelic party.

She bent over in front of me, inching up her tight pleated skirt so I could see the vibrating buttplug stuck in her backside, exposed under maroon crotchless panties. "Good thing this white top is heavy cotton and nearly opaque," she commented, opening the top two buttons to reveal a maroon bra with nipple cutouts, below which her waist was tightly cinched with a white, "little middle" syle corset. Her nipples were stiff like elongated pebbles, and she explained, "I've probably come at least half a dozen times since I got into this outfit, and Headmistress Tricia has promised me five hundred whacks with the paddle and a big hot soapy enema as soon as I have you and Karen turned out in your uniforms. My character is the Slutty Schoolgirl. You're the Perverted Schoolboy. You'll see what I mean as soon as you undress." I quickly removed my jeans, shirt, and shoes, then she assisted me with my cotton socks, bikini briefs, and colored t-shirt. From a drawer in one of Tricia's dressers, she removed an inch-and-a-half thick vibrating buttplug shaped like a penis, smeared aloe cream liberally around my anus, and shoved the mother home. Then she sat me on the bed, pulling an ultra-tight white open girdle with attached garters up my legs, standing me up so she could snug it up into position, the top ending just over my bottom ribs. Then she handed me a pair of maroon crotchless panties, which in donning I discovered were about three sizes too small, and a maroon bra with nipple cutouts. Sitting me back on the bed, she eased flesh-toned nylon stockings up my legs, fastening them to the garters on my girdle when I stood up, then handed me a pair of tight maroon uniform shorts and a heavy white cotton uniform shirt to put on. When I had these garments in place, she snugged the waist of the shorts excruciatingly tightly with the web belt threaded through its loops, handed me a pair of white cotton gym socks to put on, and helped me on with a pair of black slipon oxfords, handing me a maroon beret similar to hers and helping me to adjust its angle on my head, then taking my hand to lead me out to the livingroom.

"Cute," Tricia remarked. "It looks like Andrea has finally managed to find you and drag you back here for your well-deserved discipline. What closet was he masturbating in today?"

"The one in your private apartment, Headmistress Tricia. The one with the louvers on the doors that allow him to see into your bedroom."

"What did I tell you the last time I caught you masturbating in my closet?" her voice was nearly a scream as she said this. "It'll be a minimum of five hundred strokes with the paddle, plus a big hot soapy enema when I'm done paddling your perverted little rear end. Now go stand in the corner until Naughty Nurse arrives to help me with your punishment. Slutty Schoolgirl, let's go see if Naughty Nurse is almost ready to join us." I stood in the corner, my heart a triphammer in my chest as I waited for the scenario to unfold.

Ten minutes later, I heard Tricia's and Karen's voices as they returned to the living room. "You didn't peek while we were gone, did you?" Trish asked suspiciously.

"No, Headmistress Tricia, ma'am." I kept my position in the corner, wondering when I'd be able to see how they'd dressed Karen.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back." As I did a military pivot the way Headmistress Tricia had trained me to do, I saw that Karen was dressed in a tight white miniskirted nurse's uniform, with a lowcut top that displayed her cleavage beautifully, with white hose and white low-heeled oxfords on her feet, a jaunty white nurse's cap on her head. She was wheeling a medical rack bearing two bulging six-quart opentop hospital-style enema bags with soapsuds spilling over the tops and steam rising from the water. She had taken the stethescope from Trish and put it around her neck, and she had rectal thermometers, latex thermometer covers, a large tube of K-Y jelly, and a box of exam gloves arranged neatly on the shelf below the horizontal bar where the bags of sudsy flusher were hanging. Predictably, the hoses running from both bags were attached to double inflatable nozzle nozzles. "This is Naughty Nurse Karen," Trish announced. "And she's going to assist me with your discipline today. Give a respectful hello to Nurse Karen, Slutty Schoolgirl and Perverted Schoolboy."

I bowed deeply from the waist, noticing Andrea making a very formal curtsey, as we both intoned: "Good afternoon, Naughty Nurse Karen. We know we've been bad, and we thank you for the discipline you will bestow on our unworthy bodies, so that we can grow up strong and right in the eyes of God and country."

Karen stepped forward, curtseyed to us, and said, "A pleasure, my delinquent little darlings. Headmistress Tricia has informed me that, prior to the execution of your sentences, we will be partaking in a bit of refreshment, so if you'll follow us into the kitchen, we have a nice surprise for you." We followed her and Trish into the kitchen, standing respectfully in front of chairs at the dining table, and waited for them to pour strawberry milkshakes from a huge pitcher. They set them down in four places at the table, came over to their chairs, and waited for us to pull them out and help them get settled before sitting down ourselves.

"You'll like these shakes," Headmistress Tricia said graciously. "They each have three grams of those famous wild mushrooms you like so well blended into them. They'll nourish you and bolster your spirits to endure the discipline which your evil misdeeds have earned you today." We drank heartily from our shakes, finishing them within five minutes. "If you'll endure your discipline graciously," Headmistress Tricia continued, "we'll make another batch of these delightful treats for you after you release your colon flushers, but only if you hold them for the prescribed period without complaining." At a nod to us, Andy and I rose to take the empty glasses to the sink, where we rinsed them carefully and filled them with sudsy water.

"Now," Headmistress Tricia instructed, "Slutty Schoolgirl and Perverted Schoolboy, kneel on the sofa, skirt up and shorts down, and bend with your heads and shoulders resting on the back of the sofa." Andy snugged her skirt up over her hips as I struggled to pull my shorts down to my knees, and we rested there, arms flat against the outside back of the couch. "What do we have here?" Trish inquired sternly. "Schoolchildren shouldn't put objects into their rectums." She turned the vibrator on Andy's plug to high, giving her bottom one hundred swats with the big pine paddle, lecturing in an icy voice, "That's nasty and perverted, Slutty Schoolgirl. The only people who should insert things into your rear are doctors, nurses, or your future husband if you want to prevent conception." She left Andy rubbing her reddened rear as she came to inspect me. "And we all know what a pervert you are, Perverted Schoolboy. Not only do you have something up your bottom, but you're wearing ladies' underwear. You'll probably grow up to be a homosexual, preying on other young boys like yourself. Only a doctor or a nurse should ever insert anything into your arse." She gave me one hundred swats with the paddle as she delivered this lecture, turning on the vibrator to my plug before she did so. As I rubbed my smarting rear, she went back to stand behind Slutty Schoolgirl Andrea. "What's this I see? Is your perverted little quim juicing up from having that nasty thing buried in your bottom?" She delivered one hundred more swats, then came back to regard me as I squirmed my erection against the back of the couch. "Is Perverted Schoolboy rubbing himself off against my couch?" She began pelting my rear vigorously, lecturing, "You'll go blind if you keep masturbating, and any children you father will probably be either weakly, feeble-minded, blind, or insane."

She continued this process, heaping further abuse and imprecations on us, until we'd each received five hundred swats, then ordered us, in a stentorian voice, "Remove your skirt and top, Slutty Schoolgirl; remove your shorts and shirt, Perverted Schoolboy. When you're done with that, lie down on the carpet, on your left sides with your legs apart." Andy and I lay down in a modified soixante-neuf position, about a foot apart, our faces regarding each other's genitals. "Naughty Nurse, do you want to come over to inspect them and start cleansing their filthy bowels? They might be less lascivious and perverted if they weren't so constipated."

Karen, in her role as Naughty Nurse, came over, switched off the vibrators to our plugs, and began tugging them from our rears, pulling hard until, with popping noises, she had them out of us. "These devices are coated with stool. I think these children need these purges worse than we had even suspected." She snapped exam gloves on both hands, lubing our behinds in tandem before withdrawing middle fingers of both hands from our fundaments and exclaiming, "Ugghhh! These brats are really filthy inside. But not for long. Soon, they'll be watching all their troubles float away--after holding their lavages for the prescribed fifteen minutes." She moved away, returning in a moment to order, "Both of you spread your bottoms open with both hands so I can give you your medicine."

I heard a gasp from Andrea as Karen inserted her inflatable nozzle and pumped it to maximum size, then a groan as she started the solution. Then I felt a inflatable nozzle going into my rear, heard the sound of the inflator bulb, and gasped as I felt the steamy suds begin to flow into me. The cramps soon overtook me, and I gritted my teeth, determined to endure the burning purge without complaint. My penis, which had been erect nearly to the point of ejaculation from the buttplug and the initial insertion of the inflatable nozzle, soon wilted as the cramps from the suds took over the entirety of my consciousness. I looked over at Andrea, and noticed that she too had her teeth clenched against the agony as the relentless sudsy water kept on coming, making her feel as if her colon would burst from the pressure and crampy pain. Her labia, which had been glistening with aroused wetness, seemed to dry out and contract as the solution flowed deeper into her body. She tried vainly to smile, unable to catch her breath, wincing as the solution poured steadily into her, just like I was wincing as its fiery heat and pressure invaded my belly like some kind of ravaging alien force. I saw her try to smile, although tears were forming in her brilliant green eyes, and I saw them start to slide down her face as the water pierced its way relentlessly further into her colon, feeling my own tears trickling down my face at the incredible pain I felt in my belly. Andy's abdomen was sticking out, distended with the liquid pouring freely into her backside; I looked down to see that mine was inflated to a similar degree. Resisting the urge to rub my achey middle, I sneaked a look at the top of the rack, noticing that the two bags were nearly empty. I began to try deeper breaths, concentrating only on making myself relax as much as possible, in the hope that relaxation would lessen the effect of the pure bowel agony induced in my system from the soap. I heard Karen say to Tricia, "I see they're both crying from this treatment; I don't think they'll misbehave very soon. Oh no, that soap is just the ticket for flushing those evil desires right out of their systems." I saw, out of the corner of my eye, that she was regarding the empty bags with satisfaction, and she continued, "Now, Slutty Schoolgirl and Perverted Schoolboy, you'll need to hold these treatments for fifteen minutes so your bodies can digest them thoroughly. Headmistress Tricia and I are going to eat a little snack while the timer runs down, but we'll be back to fix you up right as rain as soon as the bell rings."

They left our field of vision as I looked at Andrea, who was still bravely trying to smile through her tears. I mouthed the words, "It'll be over soon," when I felt the mushrooms in my shake take hold of my consciousness. I looked over to her, noticing her eyes carrying a faraway expression; when she focused on my face, she mouthed the words, "I'm tripping, I think." We looked into each other's eyes intently, offering comfort with our expressions, as Karen and Tricia came back into our field of vision, each one carrying a big dish of cold baked beans, which they were shoveling into their mouths as fast as they could. "Great," I mouthed to Andy. "I bet they'll want to sit on our faces once those beans start to percolate." Andy looked at me, a very stoned but very wicked grin forming on her face and in her eyes. She mouthed back to me, "If they fart in our faces, we'll just have to bite their asses when they're least expecting it." I mouthed to her: "Good plan."

The timer bell rang, and Trish and Karen took another minute to finish their snacks, walking leisurely over to the sink to wash and rinse their dishes, place them in the drain rack, and walk over to kneel at our sides. "Have you learned your lesson yet, slut?" Karen inquired of Andrea. "Has that soapy water washed the lascivious desires out of your black little heart yet?" She kneaded Andy's belly flesh roughly as she said this, causing a nauseous hiccup to escape the petite redhead's lips and ominous rumblings and gripings to emerge from her tortured middle. "Answer me, rubbish! Do you still feel a desire to put things up your poo-hole and play doctor with the little boys in your class?"

"No, Naughty Nurse Karen--I don't wanna even think about sex anymore. Owww! Please let me go to the bathroom--my tummy hurts so bad I feel like I might explode." She clutched her bloated midsection, rocking back and forth and sobbing loudly. "Please let me release this, beloved Nurse Karen. I feel like I'm about to die."

"As soon as you pay homage to my womanhood and clean, virtuous behind with your slut's tongue, I'll let you go to the bathroom," Karen replied, turning Andy onto her back and shimmying up the tight skirt of her white uniform to present her posterior, clad in white lace crotchless panties and a latex garterbelt anchored to her hose, grinding it against her victim's face as Andy began lapping at her labia, then at her anus. The beans were working already, and Karen began to fart boisterously, luxuriantly, grinding her bottom against Andrea's nose. Andy endured about a minute of this, then bit down hard on the right cheek of Karen's ass. "You bit me, you little baggage. Stand up in front of me, and hold your hands behind your back." She took the pine paddle and delivered fifty swats directly to Andrea's swollen middle, causing her to bend over in agony, gagging and retching at the sudden impact to her distended colon. Taking Andy's right ear in a twisting motion, she dropped the paddle and marched her smartly to the bathroom, admonishing, "Don't ever attack someone administering discipline to you, especially not to me, because your next punishment may be even worse."

Tricia, standing in front of me, shook a finger sternly in my face, admonishing me, "Don't try to imitate Slutty Schoolgirl's tricks--she's bound for prison or the graveyard if she keeps up that sort of behavior. I'll bet you'd really like to release that water, wouldn't you?" I grunted, in too much agony to be able to speak. "Answer me: has this loving enema washed those perverted desires out of your degenerate little heart? Do you have any further desire to dress up in women's clothing or stick things that don't belong there up your deviant little arse?"

"No, sweet Headmistress Tricia. I promise I'll never hide in your closet to spy on you, dress in lingerie, or put things up my bottom again. But you've got to let me release this solution; my cramps are so bad it feels like my heart is gonna burst. Please. Owww! Oooooh!" I clutched my belly, feeling as if the cramps were going to rip me apart.

"Then show your homage to my womanhood and backside with your perverted little dog's tongue, and maybe I'll let you release that soapy flusher Naughty Nurse Karen pumped into your unworthy little rump." As she backed over my face, she continued, "Then again, maybe I won't." She ground her plump ass against my face, thunderous farts from the beans making me more nauseous than ever. She writhed in orgasm three or four times before she slid forward so her asshole was directly over my mouth, ordering, "Stick your tongue deep inside so you can taste what it's like to do something really perverted; maybe it will cure you of those sick, twisted desires you have." As I slid my tongue up her backside, she cut loose with another chain of fetid gas explosions from her methane-bloated bowels. I began to retch again, partly from the smell but mostly from the crampy pain in my middle. "Don't you dare vomit on my divine ass," she hissed, rising to yank me to my feet and deliver fifty swats against my inflated belly. "Now into the bathroom with you--march!" She took hold of my right ear and half-dragged me to the rear of her house.

When we got in, Andy was still on the toilet, a rictus of sheer agony on her face. "She vomited, and I made her clean it up before I deflated her inflatable nozzle," Karen announced. "I fear she'll have to be put to bed without supper, to be revived in two hours for a clear water rinse of her sluggish bowels." I could hear ominous churnings and farts as Andy evacuated noisily, her face red and swollen from crying, her breath coming in pants. Karen filled a pint douche bulb with clear cold water, lifted Andy to a squat just inches over the toilet, and jammed the nozzle unceremoniously up her bung, squeezing the gelid liquid forcefully into her rear, then pulled the bulb away and sat her down again. Her voiding was noisy and immediate, and her sobbing had stopped.

Looking up at Karen, she replied, "Thank you for my enema, Naughty Nurse Karen. It was just what I needed to set me on the right path again. I will never masturbate, or wear sexy lingerie, or play doctor with the boys, or put things into my little puss or my poo-hole, ever again. May I rise and wipe, sweet Nurse Karen."

"You may, then you will present your arse for my inspection, and I'll take you in to your room to take your temperature and tuck you into bed." She patted Andy's rump as her victim began to cleanse her rear with bath tissue, finally flushing after it had passed Karen's inspection.

I was doubled over from my cramps by this point, and Tricia motioned me over to the stool. "You're lucky you didn't vomit, you nauseating little pervert. Not only would you have had to clean it up before releasing your enema, but I would have made you retain it for an extra fifteen minutes after you completed your cleanup. Now bend over so I can deflate and remove the inflatable nozzle." As I did so, I felt the cramps ripping through my belly like a foretaste of a painful death, and I grunted as Trish removed the object blocking my anus. I sat heavily on the toilet, just as she jammed both doubled fists as hard as she could into my middle. I hiccuped in nausea, then felt a huge burning fart wrack my guts, threatening to tear me apart from the inside out. My soapy purge began to spatter from my rear, searing everything in its wake; I clutched my distended tummy and gave vent to unrestrained sobbing, belching and hiccuping and farting noisily as my colon gave up its contents with a series of cramps that burned as much as the solution had when it had first drained into my protesting middle.

At last, no more fluid trickled from my rear, and, placing my hands in a prayerful position, I begged, "Please, sweet Headmistress Tricia, may I have a pint of cold clear water to flush the worst of the soap from my bowels?"

"Certainly," she replied, running water then shoving the big nozzle unnecessarily roughly up my tush to force the gelid water into me almost instantaneously.

As I released the cold flusher, I said, "Thank you for my enema, Headmistress Tricia. I promise never to spy on you in your closet, or wear ladies' underthings, or put foreign objects up my arse, or play with my weiner again. May I please wipe and go lie down for a nap?"

"Certainly," Trish replied. "Present your filthy arse for inspection, and Nurse Karen will take your temperature, then I'll tuck you in in a minute."

After wiping so hard I thought I'd give myself hemorrhoids, I presented my rear for her approval and she sent me to her bedroom with a swat to my butt.

When I got there, Nurse Karen had just removed the thermometer from Andy's behind, checked the temperature, and pulled the latex protective sheath and deposited it in the wastepaper basket. "You're just in time, Perverted Schoolboy Paul. Lie down on the bed next to Slutty Schoolgirl Andrea--yes, on your left side--and hold your buttocks open with both hands." As I performed this penance, almost as if I was offering up my fundament for sacrifice, I felt her slide the device home, causing my erection to return. After five minutes, during which I heard Trish come in to observe the procedure, Karen pulled the thermometer, examined it, and observed, "You've got a fever of 102.3o, just like Slutty Schoolgirl Andrea. When you two awaken from your naps report to the livingroom; we're going to watch a morality movie and you'll both receive high colonics--three gallons of warm steamy clear lovely water each."

"And don't be doing anything nasty with each other while we're setting up the living room," our sweet Headmistress Tricia admonished.

As soon as they left, Andrea said, "I am tripping so hard, Paul. Every touch, from the time they first lubed us for the soapy flushers earlier, has had me tingling on the verge of orgasm. How about you?"

"Yeah--although my dick did get kind of limp from the soap in my middle."

"Come here, Perverted Schoolboy Paul. Slutty Schoolgirl Andrea wants to play."

"Won't they punish us if they catch us?"

"So what? The punishment will be a turnon, too. Right?"

"Yeah." A thought struck me, and I inquired, "How about we dig out Headmistress Tricia's big double-headed dildo and stuff it up our butts while we masturbate each other to a climax?"

"Great idea." She bounced off the bed, with me right behind her, and we began searching drawers until we found the desired item. "Now, what do we do for lube?"

"Cold cream?" I found a jar on Trish's vanity, and began rubbing some into both ends of the monster, which was twenty-two inches long and two inches thick.

"Lie down on the bed and pull your legs back against your shoulders, and I'll put one end in you first, then I'll lie with my legs over yours and you can ease the other end up into my heinie." I complied with her plan, holding my buttocks open as she grunted to insert one end into my sore asshole. When it entered with a pop, I felt a tremendous tingling in my prostate, making my dick swell to a shattering erectile state. "I like the looks of that," Andrea observed. "Now do me."

She lay at the other end facing me, lifting her legs back to part her bottom and present her anus as I eased the other end of the dildo inside her rear. She then dropped her legs so her thighs rested atop mine, and we pushed toward each other to penetrate to the maximum depth. Once joined in this manner, we sat up and began caressing each other's genitals, teasing and stimulating one another to a slow, intense simultaneous orgasm that was sweet indeed. After gasping with joy, we fell back panting, the monstrous rubber tool still connecting us at our rear passages.

The door opened suddenly, revealing Tricia and Karen, who had been listening just outside. "I knew we couldn't leave them alone for five minutes without them getting into perverted mischief. And with my favorite double-headed dildo, too," Trish snorted with disgust. "I'll have to send it in to the hospital with you, Naughty Nurse Karen, so you can sterilize it in the autoclave. Or should I just throw it in the garbage, now that it's been in their filthy assholes."

"I think you should soak it in boiling water and then thrust it back up their arses before it has a chance to cool," Karen intoned mercilessly.

"No--we could probably get sued for that, even in the enlightened 1890s," Trish cautioned.

"I guess this speeds up the schedule for the colonics a bit, doesn't it?" Karen asked.

"Yes--I'd say we should let them nap for another half hour--let them enjoy the dildo inside them for that much longer, then we'll give them five gallons apiece instead of three." They left the room, leaving me and Andrea to contemplate their extreme plans for us.

"Five gallons apiece," Andrea gasped. "Won't that explode our colons?"

"Not if what we've seen Karen do, and what we've seen in that video from Chicago, are at all accurate. But we'll probably feel plenty full."

"I guess. Hey, Paul, since we've already been tried and sentenced, we might as well see if we can work up to another cum before our asses meet their doom."

"Yeah." We humped each other with the dildo again, stroking each other's genitals with unbridled lust, and exploded into orgasm within minutes, then lay there gasping with pleasure and depraved joy until our Headmistress and Naughty Nurse came to complete our punishment.

"Did our two little angels have a nice nappie-pie?" Trish asked, her whole manner transformed from the role she'd affected earlier.

"Oh yes, sweet Headmistress Tricia," Slutty Schoolgirl Andrea replied. "We had the nicest dream, that we were on a big seesaw and I felt this wonderful tingling in my poo-hole and in my pee-hole, and then it felt so good I just flew off into space."

"That's adorable," Headmistress Tricia replied. "And did Perverted Schoolboy Paul have nice dreams, too?"

"Yes--I was on the seesaw, too. I felt a beautiful tingling in my peepee and my poo-hole and it felt so good I flew off into space, too."

"Much better, children. It's okay to have these dreams, unless we try too hard to transform them into reality. Are you children still crampy from the soapy water that Naughty Nurse Karen pumped into your bellies earlier?"

"Paul's been farting a lot, and I've been pooting a little myself," Andy confessed. "Which is why the dream was so nice, because in the dream we never felt full or achy or crampy or gassy or anything bad like that."

"Guess what? Naughty Nurse Karen is with me, and she feels really bad that the soapy water made you cramp up so bad earlier. So she's offered to wash out your tummies with some nice clear, clean, warm water. Won't that be lovely?"

"Oh yes, sweet Headmistress Tricia," I gurgled. "It will be so nice not to feel those horrible cramps anymore."

Trish offered me a hand up from the bed as Karen assisted Andy, the double dong popping out of us as we moved away from each other.

"I see they've been playing with their pogo stick again," Naughty Nurse Karen observed. "And they got so excited they pooped all over it."

"Well, we'll just have to wash it off and put it away until it's playtime again," Haughty Headmistress Tricia concluded. "Come on, children. Let's wash out those tummies and we'll watch some of that movie while we're doing that." As an afterthought, she said, "And maybe Perverted Schoolboy Paul and Slutty Schoolgirl Andrea ought to take off the girdle and corset, so those tummies will have room to expand with these big loads of ringing colon-flusher." We did as directed, laying the garments aside before they joined hands with us.

They led us into the living room, where the floor in front of the TV had been cleared of furniture. The carpet was covered with a large rubber sheet, and Karen and Trish positioned us on the floor, with pillows under our bellies. They left for a moment, after turning the set on to the cartoon channel, and returned pushing the hospital rack, from which hung two filled ten-quart bags with the steam rising out of their open tops. On the shelf below the crossbar were two one-gallon pitchers and two half-gallon pitchers, waiting to be filled from the kitchen sink as needed. The usual lubricants, thermometers, and exam gloves were on the bottom shelf, as were two five-foot 50FR colon tubes still waiting to be attached, plus three-gallon buckets in case of emergencies.

"Reality check, sweet Naughty Nurse Karen?" I asked.

"Speak freely, Naughty Schoolboy Paul."

"You and sweet Headmistress Tricia do realize how hard Slutty Schoolgirl Andrea and I are tripping from these mushrooms, don't you?"

"Of course. That's why our tone changed when we came in to wake you two from your nap, knowing full well you'd masturbated with the double dong again just as soon as we'd left." She finished attaching the colon tubes to the main hoses from the giant enema bags and came over to kneel at my side, looking into my eyes with tenderness and concern. "Can't you see by my eyes that I'm tripping just as hard as you and Andy are? And if that's not evidence enough, look at the hardness of my nipples and the way my cunt is juicing up--same goes for Trish. We've been fondling and eating each other whenever we've been out of your sight." She knelt in front of my face, directing, "Go ahead, lover. Taste how pungent my juices are." I began to lap at her labia and clit as she began a slow, sensual massage of my buttocks, eventually insinuating a rubber-gloved finger coated with K-Y deep into my lustful bung, causing me to moan as my dick resumed its shattering state of erection. "So don't worry if these colonics seem awesomely big. There's good chance we won't give either of you a full five gallons, unless you decide you want or need that much. It's all about good feelings and enjoying our buzz, Perverted Patient Paul." She patted my fanny for a few moments as I lapped her center to another wrenching orgasm, got up, and checked to see how Headmistress Tricia was doing with Slutty Schoolgirl Andrea.

"Ready, Karen?" Trish inquired. Seeing her nod, she slid back into character. "Slutty Schoolgirl Andrea and Perverted Schoolboy Paul, since you two did nasty, perverted things with your pogo stick after we'd put you down for a nap you badly needed, we're going to blow up your tummies like big balloons. I'm sorry to have to inflict that punishment on you, but it's for your own good." She swatted our asses fifty times apiece with the thick pine paddle, then rubbed cold cream into them to relieve any soreness, all the while saying, "Now just relax as Naughty Nurse Karen slides those tubes up your little poo-holes. You might start feeling full sometime soon, but I think it will still feel a lot better than the soapy water we washed you out with earlier."

Karen's touch was exquisite as she eased the first six inches of my tube into my rear; not only was my erection still shatteringly hard from the prostate massage Trish had given me earlier (under the pretense of getting me lubed for the colonic), but it had begun to weep preejaculate against the rough surface of the big pillow under my belly. I looked over to Andrea, whose tube was being inserted by Tricia; she was gurgling contentedly, moaning and gasping at the pure anal bliss of the invasion. A pair of loud clicks! braced us for the beginning of the hydraulic slide, and we relaxed as the water began to flow into us. At this point, Karen instructed us: "I'm sure I speak for Trish in saying that you two can now touch yourselves, or each other, in any way you want to. The party game at this point is no longer a punishment scenario, partly because nobody except a sociopath would knowingly inject five gallons of water into someone's colon in a nonconsensual context. From here on in, this is strictly for pleasure. The second reason is of course more obvious; we're all tripping too hard to play out the punishment game anymore--it's just not mellow and loving enough to be conducive to good vibes under a dose of `shrooms that will get even bigger after you folks release."

"I've got a great idea," I replied. "Can Andy and I release after we finish these ten-quart bags, without going to the hassle of stretching this (and us) out further?"

Trish spoke up. "Yeah--this probably isn't the right time to put either of you through the full five gallons. But we do have some surprises for you while you take the two and a half gallon prescription." She and Karen began easing the tubes further into our colons, allowing water to flow into new areas and distending new sections of our colons.

I couldn't believe how good it felt; I looked over at Andy and noticed that she was purring like a kitten. "Feels great, doesn't it?"

"Yeah--this should feel like a gut-buster by now, and although I feel a little full, it's more like the water is caressing me than invading me." She took my left hand and held it between her widespread thighs. "Feel how wet I am down in my cunt." My hand was almost instantly drenched, and I began to work three fingers inside her quim, curling them against her g-spot as I flicked against her clitoris with my thumb.

I reciprocated, taking her right hand and guiding it to my shaft: "Feel how hard I am." She began stroking my erection lustfully as she looked into my eyes and panted with stoned arousal. At the same time, I felt the tube moving deeper into my colon, causing me to gasp in exquisite pleasure; I looked to see that Andy's nipples were elongated an inch and a half, stiff like miniature penises, then looked down to see my own nipples in a similar state. "How much is inside us now?" I inquired.

"Rubber or water?" Karen shot back.

"Both," I replied, with a greedy, lubricious grin on my face.

"About four and a half feet of rubber and eight quarts of water apiece."

"I keep feeling as if I'm coming without ejaculating, but I still don't know if the male anatomy is designed to do that."

Trish and Karen both giggled, Trish remarking, "It's both possible and probable under present circumstances. It's a unique feeling, isn't it?"

"God--I feel so alive. This is the best I've ever felt under an hallucinogen. One of the reasons I get depressed sometimes when I come down off a trip is that I so desperately want someone to touch me, both while I'm peaking and when I'm sliding down that long ramp back into straightness."

Tears in her eyes, Karen kissed my forehead, saying huskily, "You're a poet, too, Paul."

By this time, our bags were empty, and Trish asked, "Anybody want more water?"

"Not me," Andy replied. "I've got enough. Oh God--I'm coming so hard, and the colors I'm seeing are like nothing I've ever seen on `shrooms before." She clutched her bloated middle as an involuntary climax ripped through her. "Should I be thinking about releasing this soon?"

"Probably. How about you, Paul? More water?"

"Maybe another gallon while Andy's releasing hers?" I asked hopefully.

"Can you work with him while I help Andy?" Karen asked Trish.

"Of course." I heard Karen helping Andrea into the bathroom, and was rewarded by Karen's decision to leave the door open so I could hear everything that went on.

Karen said, "Relax as I ease the tube out of you--and don't strain, whatever you do."

"Your rubbing my tummy helps a lot," Andy replied.

Meanwhile, Trish had filled a pitcher and poured it into my bag. She opened the clamp to release the warm water into my middle, then knelt beside me to rub my back. "My goal is to get you into a very deep state of relaxation without actually putting you to sleep. You can't imagine how fantastic this is going to feel." I loved the caress of the warm water which distended my belly, making me look about six months pregnant.

Just then, we heard a sharp plop! as Andy's tube hit the water in the toilet, followed by a high-pitched scream of pure ecstasy, followed by whimpering and sobbing as what must have been the great-great-granddaddy of all orgasms shook her petite frame. "It's so gggooooddddd!!!" she wailed, panting to recover her breath as farting and sputtering signalled the beginning of her evacuation.

"I've never heard a woman come that hard," I observed.

"That's because you've never heard a woman have a whole-body orgasm before," Trish replied, thrusting her tongue into my mouth as she stroked my flanks gently.

"Do people usually caterwaul like that when the tube comes out?"

"Depends on how vocal they are--it's an incredibly pleasurable for most people, but too many are way too inhibited to enjoy it as much as they could."

"I hope it happens to me."

"As buzzed as you are right now, I'd be flabbergasted if it didn't hit you that way. As a matter of fact, as hard as your dick has been most of the time since you drank the `shroom/strawberry shake, I'm surprised you didn't come when Andy was pumping your dick while this water was flowing into you."

"Don't forget, Trish, that I'd cum twice just before the colonics, when Andy and I shared that big double dong of yours between our two asses, and masturbated each other. I guess I'm just resting up for the big one."

"Understood," she laughed, and kissed me passionately before jumping up to check my water supply. She was almost immediately back at my side, helping me up. "We've got to get you to the bathroom now--your tank is full and your bag is empty."

"Damn--and I coulda had a hot lead enema!" I struck my forehead with the back of my hand as I said this.

"Touché," was Tricia's only reply. As we walked into the bathroom, Karen was helping Andy from the toilet with a heavy towel around her shoulders.

"I keep forgetting about the cold rushes you get from mushrooms, and the intense body trip that Andy's been through has given her a bit of a chill." Andy smiled bravely, but I could tell she was absolutely fried. I felt pretty well fried myself, but I was anticipating the whole-body orgasm with enough eagerness that I didn't care.

"How was it, Andy?"

"Like my whole body was a giant cunt being penetrated by a redwood tree, like the chick in that video said. I've never come so hard or so long in my life. I wonder if childbirth is anything like that."

"I'll find out, in about thirty-seven weeks," Karen quipped. Turning her attention to Trish, she asked, "Can you put away the tarp and lay out that double sleeping bag I know you have zipped together in your closet? I'll help Paul through his expulsion, and Andy's going to stay in here with me and coach him."

"Sure thing--that way I can blend another pitcher of shakes, too." She beamed fiendishly as she promised of further psychedelic delights.

"Paul, I want you to relax as I ease this tube out of your rear. You might even want to start masturbating slowly because it will feel so good. SInce we're all so high, any extra touch you get will go straight to the pleasure centers of your brain." Andy walked over to kneel in front of me.

"How about I give him some good head?" she looked up lovingly into my eyes, then looked to Karen for permission.

"Sure--as long as you switch off with me if I get a chance to venture there before he's off this here porcelain throne."

As Andy wrapped her lips around my penis, I felt like I'd fallen upwards into heaven; never had a woman's mouth felt so heavenly in this act of lovemaking. I knew some of it was the `shrooms, with assuredly the best body rush potential of any of the recreational hallucinogens, but I also knew that a lot of it had to do with that thick rubber tube coiled inside my bowels, every inch of which was going to be caressing my prostate as it slid out.

"Get ready for the most intense orgasm of your life," Karen warned. She brought her mouth to mine, insinuating her tongue as she massaged my hugely bloated tummy with one hand and began easing the tube from my rear with the other. I felt this incredible tingling that started in my prostate, spread through my ass, my belly, my nipples, my neck, my brain, back down to my prostate, through my testes and out through the head of my dick. My vision blurred, and I think I saw visions of other planets and other places before I could focus my eyes, first on Andrea's red hair splayed over my crotch, then on Karen's tender smile as she continued to rub my middle and pull the tube from my anus. It wasn't until several minutes later that I realized I'd been screaming and gasping and moaning all the time; the hoarseness in my throat finally tipped me off.

I looked at Karen, who merely smiled beatifically at me, then at Andrea, who had raised her head, throat still working to swallow my ejaculate, and asked, "Did I break anyone's eardrums with that scream? If I did, I'm really sorry. I didn't realize I was doing that until just now."

They both hugged me, helped me up so they could wipe me, and threw a heavy towel around my shoulders before they assisted me in walking on shaky legs back to the living room.

The TV was on, the bong sat on the coffee table, its party bowl loaded with fresh Northern Lights (a superior domestic strain of Cannabis proudly grown in southern Illinois), and four strawberry milkshakes sat grouped on coasters next to the bong. Tricia lay back on the couch, her hand in her crotch masturbating so noisily she hadn't heard us return. Karen sat down next to her, put her arms around her, and said, "We're back, hon. Do you need any help with that?"

"Yeah, play with my tits." Karen drew the full-figured brunette's nipples gently into her mouth, nipping one then the other with her teeth, and mauling the soft flesh with her skillful fingers. We heard a drawn-out wail as Trish convulsed several times, panted in sated passion, and slumped back against the couch, Karen's arms wrapped tenderly about her.

"You're shaking, lover. Let's drink our mushroom boosters and crawl under the sleeping bag so we can watch the rest of that incredibly hot video you brought me from Chicago."