Who ever said, "Kissing a smoker is like kissing an ashtray" probably also thought that cunnilingus was akin to drinking from the toilet bowl.

Barb smoked and I loved deep kissing her. The tobacco taste was sexually stimulating. Actual smoking didn't do anything for me other than provide a visual treat, when after sex, she would light up and lazily lie there, nude, smoking.

My first enema episode with her had occurred when I was sick, during the winter. It was now late spring, our relationship had its ups and downs and we were seeing if we should continue together. I should add that I was twenty- five years old and that is explanation enough for stupid behavior on my part.

For some reason I no longer remember, Barb decided she wanted to shed ten pounds. She was heavy, but I didn't consider her fat. Anyway she announced that she was going to loss weight. I scoffed that she couldn't do it (25, remember) and we argued ourselves into a corner.

If she did it within the specified time, I would be her sex slave for a week. If she missed the goal, she'd be mine.

Fine.

Okay.

What would being a sex slave entail, exactly? Uh, the slave would have to appear at the winner's door after work every day, get naked and do whatever the winner wanted sexually, nothing excepted. (I had a limited imagination in those days.)

I imagined that if I won I'd be treated to a week of seeing my girlfriend nude while getting as many blow jobs as I could handle. If I lost I assumed it would be something similar, me naked, eating her out all the time with occa- sional bouts of fucking.

Well, it didn't work out quite like that. She won, fair and square. (How was I to know that the initial ten pounds on an overweight woman are relatively easy to shed?)

My first slave day indeed went as I had imagined. I arrived at her place, took off all my clothes and waited for intructions. I had to eat her out and I got to fuck her later. There wasn't any "master/slave" stuff. I called her Barb and she called me sucker.

The bet began on a Wednesday. Thursday Barb was a bit more innovative. She started acting dominant and took the role of sexual aggressor. She bit my nipples for example and tugged my scrotum, nuts and all, when she decided to jerk me off, until I begged her to ease up.

Still, I wasn't prepared for what awaited me when I showed up Friday night, ready to spend the weekend under her sexual control. My silly grin faded when I glanced past Barb as she opened the door to let me in.

There on her sleeper-sofa sat another woman. She was slim, with long straight hair the color of straw. She had a pretty oval face and dark eyes. Her small, pert breasts were unfettered by the need for a bra.

Barb introduced us. Carol was a longtime friend of Barb's in town for a visit. I didn't have the presence to ask if Barb knew Carol was arriving during our bet.

I barely had said hello before Barb sharply reminded me of my obligation. I blushed and, avoiding looking directly at Carol, asked if she was certain.

Barb nodded. I didn't know if Carol knew about the terms of the bet. All Barb had said was, "Aren't you forgetting something?" while tugging at a belt loop on my pants.

"Okay," I said and went into Barb's bedroom to undress. A few minutes later, shaking with anxiety, I strode into Barb's tiny living room buck naked.

"What do you think? Barb asked Carol.

Carol wasn't exactly blase about my nakedness, I could see her flush, but she was clearly less intimidated by the scene than I was. "I think you are lucky," she replied.

Barb laughed.

"I have to go to the bathroom," I said.

"I'm sure," observed Carol and they both burst out laughing at my discomfort.

I quickly went into the bathroom, closing the door after I was inside. I didn't know if I was protecting Carol or myself by that move. Barb and I peed in each other's presence all the time, sometimes even doing it when we showered together. I felt I had to close the door this time.

I came back to see both women sitting next to each other giggling like school kids.

Carol asked me about the bet. I explained it to her.

"Anything?" Carol confirmed.

"Yes."

Barb reached up and began fondling my cock and balls. I grew hard in spite of everything. Carol giggled and again said Barb was very lucky.

Barb leaned over and deep throated me once, smacking her lips loudly after my cock popped out. I didn't know what to do, I said nothing.

Barb turned to Carol, "What do you think?"

At this point my imagination went wild. I pictured some sort of threesome. Carol was very sexy, I ached to see her tiny tits and taste her cunt. Barb was built for comfort, but Carol was built for speed. I wanted a fast ride.

Carol lowered her eyes and after the briefest hesitations said, "I agree, let's do it."

Barb got up and took hold of my still hard cock.

I expected to be led to the bedroom, which was where Carol went. Instead Barb took me into the bathroom. She told me to sit on the commode, which I had dutifully lowered the seat on after peeing. I sat, still expectant of a wild threesome. A group shower first, perhaps?

Carol entered and my mind did a spin of conflicting emotions. She was still dressed as before but she was holding an E-Z-EM vinyl enema bag, the kind used for administering barium enemas. Attached to its clear plastic hose was the longest enema tube I'd ever seen. Red, almost as big around as my finger and about three feet long. She also held a box of exam gloves and a huge tube of something called Lubrafax.

Barb must have pinched these things from work. In those days it was relatively easy to sneak out supplies from hospitals and labs, since all they really cared about was controlling the drugs. I was tempted several times, during my work visits, to do that very thing.

Barb took the gloves from Carol and proceeded to put on a pair. I was ordered to get on my hands and knees in the bathtub. Carol busied herself at the sink preparing my enema, the first one, as it turned out.

I don't know what it was that made me meekly follow along, but I did. I did as Barb instructed, lowering my head to my hands and spreading my legs apart as far as possible. She applied a lot of lube to my up turned ass, but didn't try to insert her finger very far into my rectum.

Carol soon had the enema ready. That bag held 3000ml and it looked very full when she brought it over to Barb. It was very cloudy too. Carol had added a packet of enema soap to the bag before she filled it. Even though she was fully clothed and I was in an awkward position, she looked incred- ibly sexy holding that bulging enema bag.

Barb spoke, "You've been acting shitty towards me lately and I'm tired of it. I'm going to clean all the shit out of you and then maybe you'll behave yourself."

Barb took the end of the colon tube from Carol and spread white lube over about half its length from the purloined tube of barium enema lubricant. Once more I felt her finger invade my anus before she inserted the thick tip of the colon tube.

Carol slid the pinch valve over and raised the bloated bag. The slug of hot water hit me and, flinching, I clamped my ass cheeks together. That didn't matter one bit. Barb was still able to slide more of the colon tube up my ass.

I started complaining almost immediately. Barb, possibly emboldened by the presence of Carol, taunted me.

"Don't you like getting enemas?"

I said nothing, just moaned in pain. The water was cramping and the urge to shit was overwhelming.

Barb continued pushing in the tube. I yelped when a twist in my colon caused it to bump into my guts. To Carol she said, "You should have seen how he came when I gave him an enema."

Why was she telling Carol this in front of me?

Barb repeated the question to me. "You like getting enemas, don't you?"

"Usually," I replied, the pain evident in my voice.

Barb laughed, though I couldn't see what was so funny. "Mr. Shitty is getting an attitude adjustment."

"Yes Mistress," I quietly replied. "Mistress?" I quietly implored, "It hurts awful."

"Pant," she told me. "Pant like a puppy."

I tried panting, nothing helped. The pain mounted, water leaked down my thighs. I was miserable, or at least I was when I was resting my head on my hands. When I lifted my head and looked at Carol holding the enema bag I felt a thrill. When she saw me looking at her she lifted the bag higher and I cried out from the pain.

Barb held the colon tube in place, more than half its length was up my ass but still water leaked out. Carol spoke for the first time. "You should have gotten a double balloon enema catheter."

I had no idea what that was.

Barb agreed. "Couldn't find one I could get," she said. "We could have had a lot of fun with one, too."

My stomach hurt ten times worse than it ever had. I pleaded with Barb to let me up. I begged her. I begged Carol. They could plainly see I was in agony.

Carol lowered the much deflated bag. Barb said, "Remember, you said Anything."

I thought for a short moment, or maybe I didn't even consider it. "Yes," I answered. "I STILL mean it, Anything."

Barb pulled the tube out of my ass without bothering to shut off the flow. When the tip slipped free it sprayed soapy water over my legs.

I made it to the toilet without losing it. Barb lit a cigarette before pulling off her wet top. Encased in one of her practical support bras, her tits were massive, intimidating objects.

While I shamelessly expelled in the tiny bathroom Carol and Barb went about preparing another enema. No soap this time, thankfully.

Barb put on another pair of gloves and made me get back in position much too soon. This time while lubing my ass she worked her index finger deep into my rectum. Ever time she rotated it over my prostate gland my cock twitched.

The tube was again introduced into my ass. It was time for Mr. Shitty to get another cleaning. I tried to concentrate on Carol, beautiful Carol, my enema angel.

Even her pretty face, with its amused look, didn't stop the cramps from hitting almost immediately. I tried panting, I tried flexing my belly, nothing helped. Finally I begged

Barb to allow Carol to lower the enema bag.

Barb relented and Carol lowered the much too full bag until its top was right below her breasts. Barb had worked the colon tube deep into my ass and this meant that Carol had to move closer to the tub because of the resulting shorter over all length of hose.

I had two women standing over my naked, wet, shivering body. i was getting an enema besides. I should have had a hardon to end all hardons, but I didn't. As the water filled my guts, my cock shrunk until it was barely visible from the growth of thick pubic hair.

I gulped air, struggled and moaned. Finally Barb pulled the tube out of my ass. With the liquid tether broken, Carol moved away. She took the enema stuff to the sink and occupied herself with washing and cleaning.

Barb wasn't done with me even though I was begging her to allow me up. She put her right hand on my ass and began fingering my closed hole. There was plenty of lubricant on her gloves and around my ass so it was easy for her to force a finger past my clenched anus.

I don't know what she was expecting, but I could tell she was surprised when her finger encountered my water filled rectum. She rotated her finger around a couple of times loosening me up. Water began leaking. I warned her I might not be able to hold back a big rush should a cramp hit me. Barb didn't say anything to that.

Maybe that's why she had me in the tub in the first place. Anyway, she added a second finger and really started to massage my prostate gland.

That felt weird. I never had that done before. At first I thought I would pee, that's what it felt like. But that sensation passed. Without much warning I was ejaculating, and I didn't even have a hardon. Barb pressed and pushed and I shot load after load out of my hanging, barely en- gorged cock.

When Barb withdrew her fingers a massive gush of enema water flew out of my ass. I was panting so much form having all that cum drained out of me that it was all I could do to sit up onto my heels in the tub and continue expelling.

I gripped the edge of the tub for support and tried to calm myself. My head was spinning. I was weak from coming, from the enemas and from the situation. I gasped for air and shook.

Barb laughed at me. She peeled off the rubber gloves and washed her hands. "There's Ajax under the sink," she told me. "Clean out the tub."

Carol and Barb left me alone. Trying not to think too much, I did was she wished, cleaning myself up also. For a moment I searched for my clothes before remembering the conditions of the bet. I went on into the living room naked.

Barb stubbed out the cigarette she was smoking and came over to me. She kissed me deeply and I sucked her mouth like a man drowning. "Anything," I whispered when we broke for air.

"Good," Barb replied. "Carol," she said to her still amused friend. "How about tomorrow we give him a BE?"

What's a BE?" I interjected.

Carol laughed, "You'll find out soon enough."