During the night I had to get up to pee, being rather full of enema water from the earlier sessions in the bathtub. Also, I had been stimulated, almost to the point of blue balls, before sleeping by Barb's insistent sexual demands.

When we retired to bed she made me go down on her until I literally choked on her excretions and nearly suffocated between her large grasping thighs as she achieved climax after climax from my tonguing and sucking. Not only did I have to pee, but the underside of my tongue hurt from stick- ing it out so much. After I ate her she had me enter her and fuck her hard and fast until she had one of her extra strong orgasms. That was called a "vaginal orgasm" in those days, a term that is currently out of favor for political reasons. All I know is what I observed with Barb. Rubbing her clit produced one style of orgasm, fucking her cunt sometimes made her cum violently and spectacularly.

Anyway, after she came (biting my shoulder so as not to cry out and disturb Carol sleeping in the next room) she was done with me. While sure hard, I hadn't cum. The activity earlier had drained all the stored semen. I was horny, but unable to get off.

I went into the toilet to relieve myself, and coming out noticed Carol was awake. She asked how I was doing.

I went over to the folded out couch. I had it bad for Carol and it showed, literally in this case, since I was still naked. There was something about her that excited me the moment I laid eyes on her. I wanted to have sex with her.

I didn't attempt to conceal my erection. Carol choose not to accept my advances. She was certainly having fun at my expense and she at least condoned the sexual nature of it, but she wasn't going to interfere with her best friend's lover. It was one thing in her mind to be a party to sex play, at Barb's lead, but quite another to take it any fur- ther.

I took my hardon back to bed.

In the morning Barb was as playful as ever. A good fuck will do that, I guess. She teased me in bed, straddling and tickling me unmercifully. Her big breasts just inches from my face and her ass pressing down on my cock as I begged her to stop.

She got off me and pulled on a pair of full-cut panties as I attempted to regain my breath. Topless, she when into the bathroom to pee and wash up. Having nothing better to do, I followed her.

She made me scrub her back as she showered. I kissed the wet skin on her neck as the water fell, producing a few shivers of delight in her body. My cock swelled in no time, but she ignored it. Instead she took the enema bag off the shower curtain rod.

I was half way through another deep enema, again on my hands and knees in the tub and still wet from the shower, when Carol walked in. She matter-of-factly pulled down her panties and peed in the toilet. It was quick and totally unerotic. Her nightgown was sensible too, no see-through lacy affair, but a practical opaque one.

She joined Barb standing over my suffering form. "How's it going?" she asked, amused by my condition.

Barb chuckled. Usually I loved her laugh, her voice had that sexy smoker's edge to it. Throaty and erotic. In that cold, wet tub, it sounded unfriendly.

"He's getting it."

I sure was. Barb had mixed up another soapy enema solution and was giving me the first enema of the morning. I was sweating from the pain in my guts. I was leaking and I was moaning. The last thing on my mind was my cock. Quite a feat when you consider there was a semi-naked woman standing over me holding an enema bag and another sexy woman in a nightgown standing next to her.

My stomach hurt from the water pressure and from the cramps the soapy solution was producing. Man, if you want to make someone shit, give them a soapy enema. It was murder, trying to hold that stuff. By the end I was gulping air in fitful mouthfuls, trying by turns not to puke or blow it all out my ass.

Barb let me up before all the solution had drained from that clear plastic bag, not that there was all that much left in there when she did. I scrambled up and over to the toilet and just let go, cradling my aching belly in my arms as my guts endlessly emptied. I wasn't too far gone to notice that Barb's nipples were very prominent and probably rock hard.

Carol watched me expel, which embarrassed me. Guilt I guess for making a six inch pass at her last night. Barb handing the spent enema bag to Carol, who began the process of cleaning, rinsing and, of course, refilling.

Barb came over to the commode and leaned over me. "Suck my boobs," she commanded.

Indeed her nipples were little stiff berries. I sucked one into my mouth and sucked the way she liked. Wetly and noisily with moderate suction. I moaned every time a wave of cramps wracked my guts. She found that very amusing. I couldn't see past Barb's tits to tell what Carol thought of it.

Barb pulled me away from the toilet when Carol had the second enema ready. My cock rose to salute my enema angel during the brief time between wiping myself and assuming the position. She held the long, full bag by its loop, with two fingers over the bright red cap that sealed in the contents. In her other hand she held the coil of clear tubing and red colon tube. Both arms were close to her chest. The warm bag of water under one breast and the business end held at an angle under the other. I wanted to fall to my knees and kiss her on the lips.

I was such a jerk.

Barb again rubbed, pushed and poked lubricant into my abused hole. The rubber gloves were a big turn on, I discovered. I could see regular prostate massage sessions in our love- making. Indeedy-do.

Then Barb and Carol began talking like I wasn't there. They spoke of giving this enema slowly, so it could be fully retained and how I was ready for the BE procedure, which would be something else, certainly. But oh so necessary, the poor dear. Then he would need a cleaning out. Several, just to be sure. Oh yes, at least two more, maybe three. And a follow up cleansing, too.

Stuff like that.

Meanwhile, I'm on my knees in the tub getting the hosing of a lifetime. The water just kept on flowing and no amount of protests could stop it.

Barb pulled the tube out of my ass when the bag was empty but I couldn't get up immediately. Oh boy, I thought, another backdoor massage coming up. No such luck. This time when Barb stuck her finger up my ass, she didn't move it around or press down. She kept it there, acting like a plug. It felt nice, but not nice enough, if you know what I mean.

Carol washed out the enema bag and hung it up over my head. Barb allowed me up to use the toilet. She stripped off the latex gloves and she and Carol left me alone.

I took the opportunity to shit out as much water and crap as humanly possible. Which is quite a lot if that particular human had just been internally drowned a couple of times.

After an eternity, in which both legs went into complete and utter paralysis from being sat upon for so long, I concluded I was done and wiped off. After learning how to stand all over again, I went out to see what was going on.

Barb was still topless. Carol still in her nightgown. Coffee was made and cigarettes smoked. Carol looked at me, her eyes briefly dwelling on my rapidly engorging manhood, and said, "He needs his BE now."

Barb nodded. I stared at her boobs, waiting, fantasizing, stiffening. Carol left the room. Barb came over to me and once again we exchanged a deep, passionate kiss. I could feel her nipples against my chest, she was so aroused.

"Let's go," she said, breaking our embrace. "A barium enema awaits you." Ah, a BE, a small light went on inside my head.

In the bathroom Carol had another E-Z-EM enema bag. This one was rolled up and ended in a fat, pink tapered and flared nozzle. This nozzle had three huge holes in it. One large one on the tip and two big ones on the sides. The tip itself was shaped like a fat olive. Behind this bulbous tip the body of the nozzle started narrow and grew in diameter towards the ribbed end, which fit into the thick clear plastic E-Z-EM hose. It was about six inches long and thicker than the colon tube they had been using.

When Carol unrolled the new bag I saw that its bottom third was filled with a sandy looking powder. What I took to be the barium. Barb helped Carol fill the bag with hot water.

Carol sloshed the mixture around to dissolve the powder. I could tell the stuff was both thick and heavy. I realized this BE wasn't going to be much fun. My cock shrank to half mast and threatened to recede completely. I concentrated on Barb's tits and Carol's angel face. Though they hadn't said anything, I automatically avoided touching myself the entire weekend.

Carol chatted with Barb about BEs. Either about how much of a pain it was to make the barium solution or about ghastly barium enema disasters. "You should have gotten a double balloon enema catheter," Carol repeated.

Barn shrugged. "I got the largest tip I could find, that should work. We're not taking X-rays, you know and he'll be on his knees."

Carol nodded and added more hot water to the dangerously bulging vinyl bag. The thick, heavy soup quickly filled the big hose when she held the full bag upright.

I got in the tub without being told and tried to relax. I'd read about barium enemas and the enormous amounts patients were forced to take. They'd been giving me enemas using the same size bag, so I figured it couldn't be too bad.

Barb prepped me from the much depleted tube of lubricant. She used two fingers inside my butt to prepare the opening for that extra thick nozzle. That felt very nice, as did the nozzle when she inserted it fully and completely. My cock was once again among the living.

Carol slipped the pincher over and the barium flow began. The bag was too heavy for her to hold up like a regular enema bag. She had it cradled in her arm like a baby.

Oh man, did that barium hurt! It was thick and heavy and dragged my guts down as it filled me up. I bitched so much that after a short while, no more than a quart was in me, Barb relented and had me change positions. She had me turn over onto my back.

There was some Marx Brothers maneuvering as we three adjust- ed to me lying in the tub. Carl ended up perched on the vanity, with her feet on the edge of the tub, holding the enema bag. Barb had to kneel down to reach my ass. I tried to find a comfortable position for my legs, back and head. It was too much trouble to do anything but lie back and take it. I had a great view of the shower head and the other enema bag.

Carol resumed the flow of barium solution while Barb (and her tits) kept the nozzle in place. Carol suggested I massage my belly. I did that, for what little help it provided.

The pain was intense and very different from what I was used to, enema wise. This pain was physical, the barium solution was heavy. It was a strain to support it all, let alone hold it in.

Barb was enjoying herself at my expense, but I couldn't blame her for it. She thought it was great that I was suffering so and told me I deserved it. I really wasn't in any position to argue, even if I wanted. But she didn't hate me by any means. She started to tease me about the enema and threatened to have Carol raise up the bag. I begged her not to do that. I promised to be good.

"Good enough to take all of the enema?"

"Yes," I promised. Hoping it was true.

Barb began playing with my cock, which wasn't very interest- ed. At first. She soon had me hard and turned on. If only those damn cramps would cease, I could really enjoy this.

Carol affected not to notice this change. She didn't avert her eyes or anything, but she pretended nothing was out of the ordinary. She watched everything, however.

Barb stroked my cock and maintained the nozzle's position and the enema bag eventually, slowly, painfully lost its contents. I was in agony, with a teensy bit of ecstasy there on the fringes, wandering about and wondering if it would be all right to join in.

Barb, no doubt recalling how spectacularly I shot off when aroused by an enema, went for a repeat performance. She let go of the nozzle and took up my cock. There was lube on her glove but not that much of it. There was more friction of the painful kind than there was of the nice, slippery type.

I didn't bitch. I was too busy deciding whether to shit or go blind. Shit was the odds on favorite.

Man, my stomach ached! Such pain. Such, such, nice sensa- tions from her gloved manipulations. Yes. Jerk me off. Make me spurt jism on the walls. Anything to take my mind off this insane pain in my guts.

Barb pumped hard and fast. No finesse, nothing but manual stimulation to achieve orgasm. Like a guy would do it. And I delivered the goods. In spades.

I shook violently once, went stiff and exhaled explosively as my cock erupted like a Fourth of July fountain. Stream- ers and gobs of cum flew everywhere. Later Barb said I had eleven distinct ejaculations. I panted and grunted and shook. I so impressed Carol that she leaned in closer to watch.

Finally I slumped down, exhausted. Barb reached lower and pulled the nozzle from my clenched ass. I couldn't move, yet I badly needed to. Fuck it, I said to myself and loose ended my sphincter.

A torrent of barium solution flooded the tub. The flow was punctuated with impressive farts. It was a regular Disney volcano attraction between my twitching legs.

I had indeed sprayed the wall with jism. Barb's hair too and her left tit. I came good. Barb patted my cock and got to her feet. She made no move to wipe off the semen. "I'm going to have a cigarette," she said. A moment later Carol got off the vanity, set the enema bag down and left as well.

I voided again and again, rested some, and then stood on weak legs to shower off. When I showed my face the girls were sitting at the kitchen table. Carol asked how I was doing.

"Weak and tired and a bit woozy. I think I'm going to lay down a while."

"Poor baby," Barb cooed. She got up and took me to her bedroom. "You rest and get your strength back."

I dozed for a few hours and when I awoke I discovered that Carol wasn't there. Barb explained that she left for the afternoon to visit an Aunt. Barb still wore only her pan- ties. She embraced me and we kissed. Man did we kiss, her mouth was hungry for me. She was hot.

She lead me back to bed, peeled down her panties and snug- gled close to me. I was hard in no time and on top of her. Her softness was intoxicating. I fell into her flesh and pumped away. She came quickly, and when her orgasm tapered off, she made me lie still, with my cock still very much inside her cunt. Her hands caressed my ass and back, pinch- ing the pliant flesh.

"Tonight you are going to get another enema," she whispered.

"I'd like that," I murmured back.

"We have to get the residual barium out."

"Yes we do," I agreed. My cock twitched within the tight confines of its velvet prison.

Barb rubbed her hands over my ass. "You may need more than one enema."

My cock twitched again and was answered by a constriction. "If you think I do." My cock twitched twice.

"Oh yes, we must be thorough." Barb's cunt clamped around my cock.

I buried my face in her neck and came in great, heaving sobs.