"I know probably the last thing you want to see is an enema bag, but I really need a favor from you." "What's that?" "After all this coffee inside, I really need a good rinsing out. Do you think you could manage giving me another enema?" "I ah...I suppose if you tell me what to do." "Okay. Don't worry I'll set things up for you."

Jessica then opened the cabinet under the sink and brought out a box containing a very complete assortment of enema gear. As she set up she looked me square in the eye and asked if I'd like another one too. I hesitated and blushed at the same time. She told me she'd make one that was very soft and easy to take. Again I hesitated in answering. Jessica whispered that she wanted to share this experience. I agreed.

"An enema actually can be quite a pleasant experience if you take your time." Jessica brought out the familiar clear enema bag. She let me insert my own inflatable double balloon catheter and wear it for a few minutes until my ass got used to the feeling. I watched as she filled the bag to the brim with warm water. Next she started setting up her own bag. You could imagine my surprise when she instead pulled out two huge 4 quart bags. As she filled them, she began to tell me what a wonderful thing an erotic enema was. After she hooked the bags together and put an double balloon retention catheter into herself. We both laid down on thick towels on the floor. The night was still very warm and we held each other close.

After a long moment, Jessica opened both our clamps part way, for a slow flow. Then we kissed, deep and long. Our caresses were long and caring. Together we felt our bodies pressed together, our bellies touching...and the slow filling sensation of water. Caught in our own mounting passion we were swept away as our stomachs filled. Time seemed to stand still as we both wallowed in the pleasure of fullness. Naturally my bag ran dry first though Jessica had already taken more than me from her twin bags. Instinct seemed to take over.

Carefully I rolled myself over until we were in a '69' position. Then I began to suck her pussy. Jessica sweetly reciprocated. Together we were locked in a emotional bliss. With my head jammed in her crotch I could hear the soft sounds of the continuing flow of water into Jess. After what seemed like hours I finally had to rise and expelled my water. Returning to her, I found a strap-on dildo in her box of goodies. After putting it on, I rolled Jessica and her big, fat belly over on to her back. Jess let out a loud groan as her belly flattened to a dome over her pelvis. Her pussy was still wet from my tonguing. I plunged the dildo in, full depth and fucked her hard. With each thrust I put my full weight on top of her. As I pressed down, I watched the water squirt back up the clear plastic tube that was stuck up her ass. Long and slow is how I fucked her until she came. Still now satisfied I left her to go to the kitchen. Inside the refrigerator I found what I was looking for. A nice frosty six-pack of beer in the tall cans. The first thing I did when I came back into the bathroom was stick my hard rubber dick back into her. I let her watch as I broke off a can and popped it open.

Maneuvering myself so I could still stroke her, I poured the beer ever so slowly into the waiting enema bag. The clear amber fluid racing down the tube. I told her, "I'm going to stroke you until you drink up all this beer, then I'll let you come again. So for the next few hours, I poked and prodded my sweet young thing, until every last drop of that ice cold beer was inside her. If my math is right, that amounted to 11 quarts of liquid gurgling inside her. But she said not a word. She was right, alcohol did make the enema easier. But I lied, she didn't come again. But I did. For every bop I gave her, I felt her belly growing wider and wider with each ounce of beer until at last she was beyond caring what happened to her.

When I was done, I let her expelled all the nasty stuff inside. Her waters ran clear and cool. A testament to her internal cleanliness. I tucked her into bed with a promise of more fun in the morning. As I cleaned up I heard a noise at the door. You can imagine my surprise when I found Lizzie and Rebecca in the outside hall, both in white robes, complete with bulging stomachs. Obviously Glacier was still very busy tonight. Both stumbled in. From their gait I knew both were fully loaded both beer and enema-wise. They knew their way to Jesse's bathroom. I followed them in. Lizzie questioned blearily "Where was Jessie?" I told them the truth, passed out on the bed. "Who'll help us, then?" I will, I answered. Becky blurted out, "Glacier gave us both beer enemas! A six-pack each!"

"I think I'm going to pass out!" complained Lizzie.

"Not if I can help it." I said. (That would spoil my fun.) I had them both lean over the bathtub. I inspected their asses carefully and found the same thick white cotton wading Jessie and I had had stuffed in our butts. "Well those things are in there for a while. Plan B, I'd better try a dilute that beer before you told really do pass out." I took my time re-filling the same two four quart enema bags Jessica had just used. Lubing the hoses well, I fed a good eighteen inches up each one of their butts. Then I opened the clamps. "I want you to that it all! The warm water will help loosen the cotton up." I stood back and watched as both these girls took their 'medicine'. From the way their legs wobbled and their butts wiggled I knew the water was doing its work. Because I set the both clamps for a slow flow it took quite a while for the bags to empty into each gal. During that time their little systems were absorbing more and more of the alcohol from the beer. They both remained bent over the tub while they took their enemas, their slowly inflating bellies hanging beneath them. Lizzie finished her bag first, followed by Becky. I had them straighten up while I gave inspection. Both clutched at their bulging bellies with clenched hands, trying to support the weight of all that water. Both girls had expanded well, their round tummies swollen like twin beach balls. Each of them squirmed as I slowly extracted the tubes. Fingering the cotton, I found it softening but not yet ready to be shit out. I asked if they wanted me to try a manual extraction. Hopping from foot to foot they both said yes.

After instructing Lizzie into the tub I fingered Lizzie's asshole, looking for room to slipped my index finger in. After some comforting strokes, she relaxed enough for my first finger. I followed with my middle finger, then my thumb. Flexing my fingers into a claw I snagged the end of the giant tampon and began to pull. Lizzie's tight ass resisting the stretching force and reflexively clamped down. I maintained my grip, waiting for her ass to tire and relax again. At just the right moment I pulled that long, brown stained wad out of her. A half a second later, a flood of beer-tainted water came spilling out. I repeated the procedure with Becky. Once both were relieved their energies turned to instant passion. All three of us spilled onto the floor in a mad menage of lesbian lust. After the first initial round, I found myself strapping on the ol' dildo again meanwhile Lizzie hooked up an double balloon enema catheter to one of the bags and in turn Rebecca to the double balloon enema catheter. As I fucked Becky, Lizzie poured single glasses of water into the bag every sixty seconds. Becky had out for over eight quarts. Lizzie made it to nine. Near dawn we all collapsed onto the bed with Jessie and slept until late afternoon.