I found such a clinic just outside of the red light district in Amsterdam, a very upscale, modern facility. The entire 4th floor of the building was given over a bar and lounge for customers. I was seated in the lounge when I was approached by four different women, all very attractive, magnificent hair and stylishly dressed. We sat for 30 minutes and the women indicated that I must choose two of them; the two I chose, a woman with dark, red hair and the most gorgeous lips I have even seen up close and personal, and a personality that seems sharp, mischievous and posessing a brightly-glowing spark of life; the brunette is the same height, has larger breasts with beautiful cleavage, slightly thinner lips than the redhead but with an ebullient personality. They took me by my hands into a changing room where they slowly stripped my clothing, inspected me and led me into what appeared to be a plush version of a hospital room. My two escorts were joined by two others who quickly set up all the equipment, bags, tub; water and soap solution, washcloths, two or three mounds of different colored lubricant and disappeared. I hadn't been in the room more than four or five minutes when the second two disappeared, leaving all gear laid out, other gear cleaned and sterilized , and IV poles set up.

It wasn't long before the women approached me and began touching meone from behind, and one in front. We spend a dizzying hour of foreplay and I was just a breath or two from cuming when I was led over to the bed. There, one woman laid on her back and pulled me over to her. I knelt between her legs and lifted her pussy up to my face and brought her to orgasm, then was just about to enter her vagina when she rolled and flipped into the classic 69 position; her companion was behind me, playing with my ears, neck, nipples and testicles and I stopped thinking of her when i felt a finger begin to circle my anus when the woman below me took me into her mouth. The finger began to delve deeper into my rear end and found my prostate, her other hand massaging my tight scrotal sac, playing with my testicles. It was such a distraction, though not unpleasant -- there was just much happening back there and I found myself beginning to have trouble getting enough air into my lungs...

I decided to concentrate on the woman below me and I was amazed that her mouth could take so much of me but she continued to work me over so I wanted to return the favor: my hands grasped her buttocks and I put one finger into her vagina, the other into her rectum. The finger seems to be busy pushing something soft into my rectum but it is just too much for me to concern myself with, but when it finds my prostate, it must be having an effect on me as the woman below coughs almost at the same time my prostate is manipulated (I found out later that an astounding amount of fluid gushes into her throat from this). Her hands grab my butt cheeks and pull me deeper into her mouth, I am so very close to orgasm. Almost at that moment, my anus is pulled apart by a large nozzle and it is slowly pushed into me by expert fingers. All the way in, hands tease me from behind pulling it out, pushing it back it, No matter how hard I clench at it, the nozzle pushes int and pulls out of me, rubbing my prostate, sending another gush of fluid into the mouth of the young woman below me.

A sudden blast of hot water penetrated my rectum and I realize that I am no longer in control here. The sucking mouth, the hands that play with my testicles, the deep nozzle that pulls tightly at my rectum are getting to be more than I can handle, but I am determined not to be the one that cums first and I work at the clitoris to bring her closer to orgasm. It's a dead heat, and these two women have obviously done this before, their every move and moan driving me closer, harder to orgasm, but I use a technique I learned in yoga to relax my abdomen and not resist the water flooding my colon. I can smell the unmistakable smell of Ivory soap -- they really want this to be tough on me, huh? -- but all I think of is the woman beneath me and she is beginning to shake. I move directly to the top of her clit and seesaw my tongue and lips across its very ridge. She tightens her stomach muscle as her back bows, pushing her pubic bone against my chin as my fingers seek her depths, her hands squeeze my buttocks in throes of passion. I feel a towel pushed up against my rear when two lips grasp at and pull my testicles into the mouth of the woman behind me, the woman below me starts to moan, shake -- her lips pulling against my cock as I move it in and out of her mouth despite her grasp, and my bowels protest against the assault of the soapy water. I do everything I can to clench at the nozzle sunk deeply into me, and just as I tighten my muscles to keep water from leaking, my prostate gets the signal to start its magic just as the woman below me begins s spasmodic convulsion, I feel that huge, deep rush in my loins like a tidal wave smacking a storm wall and I have the most intense climax of my life. It must wake people in the adjoining block of houses with two of us making the loudest, inarticulate noise, the second woman yelling at me to drive it into her hard and the bed shaking and groaning with the weight of us.

I woke up covered with sweat, nestled in the arms of the young redhead beside me. I don't have to ask her if she enjoyed herself because her eyes tell the story for her. She put her arms around my neck, lightly kissed my ear and told me that the next time, she gets to have me inside of her.

I can't dally and make small talk because I'm very full and have agitated the water inside to a certain froth. The young brunette behind mt behind begins pulling the nozzle out, but I am fighting the urge to expel trant clockhe water and plead fr her to wait until I'm in a more suitable position on a toilet.

Fortunately, I paid for the night and don't have to worry about the tyrant clock.

After several false starts. I'm finally empty and rejoin my "crew." They've dressed in a terrycloth outfit with its hemline just barely covering their bun and a plunging neckline. Both are busty, long tight legs that go all the way to heaven, beautiful white teeth and and well manicured toe and fingernails. Their lips are perfectly lipsticked with a faint suggestion of apple. How appropriate! But they have the beautiful, even skin so many Dutch girls have and they don't have much makeup on at all.

The brunette took me by the hand and led me back to the bathroom and start the shower: both take off their one-piece outfits and lead me into the steaming water. I'm certain that I've never had such fun in the shower as their mouths find something to tease or play with and my fingers find places to tickle, tease or entice. As professionals, I'm sure that they've seen it all so I might as well make certain that they have a good time. Inspiration can go a long way to motivate people to put their back into their ideas...

Instead of drying off, they lead me to another room that overlooks the Amsterdam night skyscape and we dip into a really hot tub of water that has a fragrance of rises, The water has to be 104-06, and I'm beginning to perspire when a woman brings a tray full of ice-cold beer and salty crackers to us. The beer is nothing like what I've had in the U.S. though it's delicious and magnificent. I'm thirsty and I don't have to ask for another when three more beers appear. The redhead rubs my left foot and the brunette my right. We spend more than an hour in the tub, the women talk dirty to me and it wasn't long, between the massage and the dirty talk, before I had a woody that a cat couldn't scratch.

We go back to our room after being towelled off -- have you ever thought that being dried off could be a sensuous experience?

I was so stimulated that I found myself shaking with anticipation, and I just couldn't imagine what they had in store for me. It was the brunette's turn, and I thought that I might have already seen the best of the evening when I climaxed deep in the redhead's throat. But one look at the brunette's eye and face told me that she was a thoroughbred, straining to be unleashed at the unsuspecting. Her lips were so soft and barely touched mine when we first kissed; she gathered my lips in hers at the corner of my mouth and I found this surprisingly enticing. The more we kissed, the hotter I felt: she had her hands behind my neck and she rubbed the back of my neck while a finger would find the back of my ear, or the earlobe. I was already breathing heavily. She pushed against my hips until I came to the bed sitting down, she urged me to move back toward the center or farther on the bed. She turned around and, dropping her towel that had guarded her modesty, gave me a "lap dance" for the books! She sat on my lap, she turned and looked at me, put one hand on my shoulder, and her long gorgeous leg came up, foot tucked against her bum, and lifted it up and over my head.and locked around my back. Her other hand grabbed touching my shoulder and pulled herself up onto me, her other leg locking behind my back. We played with each other and I realized that we hadn't spent any time in foreplay! I decided that I was really being clumsy and not at all a gentleman, so I gently began kissing her, tightly holding on to her waist, and moved my way around her jawline with little kisses and kitten-licks, nibbling her ears and the side of her neck. A little shiver told me that she was beginning to respond. I moved down to her breasts and licked, nibbled and kissed my way around them, getting closes to but never reaching the areola, but -- cupping her breasts gently -- I licked and kissed around the periphery of her nipples to drive her wild with anticipation. The skin of the aerola began to ripple and tighten, little ridges began raising, and I moved to the first nipple. The effect was electric. She stopped whatever she was doing and rolled her head back, eyes closed and her mouth open, as she moved her hand and pulled my head hard against her breast and onto her nipple. I sucked, licked and lightly nibbled it and her legs pulled her pubic bone into mine. If I didn't know better, I thought that she was getting ready to orgasm -- but I hadn't seen that happen until my ex-wife breastfed our son.

I sucked hard at her breast, her hands urging me on and when I got to her other breast and teased it, repeating what I'd done earlier, she suddenly convulsed and I realized that she was having an orgasm! It was very strong and when she opened her eyes, she giggled, hugged and kissing me. She pushed me back onto the bed and went to work on my nipples. Her redhead companion had been rubbing my legs and thighs; taking my cock into her hands, she started licking and kissing it and went to work on driving me wild. I lifted my brunette lover up with my hands and luxuriated her breasts, then moved down in time to her vagina (I was told that a gentleman never knocks on a woman's door without first ringing her doorbell.) My tongue and lips found her to already be quite wet, her juices sweet. Though I usually prefer to take my time and drive her absolutely crazy, it didn't take long to being her to a second and third climax. I started to get up and saw two enema bags hanging. I tapped the shoulder of my redhead lover and pointed to the two bags raising my eyebrows in a question mark. "Oh," she said "Birgitta loves them, too." This was getting better every minute. There, on the rolling stand next to the foot of the bed, were two double-balloon catheters. I got up and grabbed a couple of latex gloves and grabbing a jar of a thick lubricant, gathered up a large wad which i put in the palm of my left hand, pulling out a second glob which I used to coat the double balloon rectal catheter; the third glob I kept on my finger and moved closer to my brunette lover. I had her get on her knees, and I used my finger to slowly circle her anus; I pushed my finger slowly into her, and used the glob to lubricate her rectum, pushing it around the inside of her; I used my finger to push the last glob from the palm of my hand and got it to her anus, pushed it inside. I picked up the double balloon rectal catheter and placed the tip against her anus: she gave her bum a shake, and I began pushing it slowly into her. She enjoyed that just way too much, and I backed the catheter out, and pushed it slowly into her while another gloved finger began to explore the depths of her vagina. I pushed the nozzle all the way in, and once it was seated, gave the black bulb a few pumps to expand the balloon inside her. "Can't you do any better than that, big boy?" I looked around to see my brunette lover winking at me. I gave it a few additional pumps until she nodded. I handed the clamp on the tubing to the redhead, and went back to bed. The two women maneuvered me around and the other double balloon rectal catheter was put into me.

I was about to move to mount my lover missionary style when I was asked to lie down on my back. I laid back and a bottle of oil was passed over, and I was coated with a sweet-smelling oil from head to toes. I reciprocated, covering her with oil and resumed where I'd left off, returning to her clitoris. I watched as she touched her breasts, kneading her nipples with her fingers -- it looked as if it would hurt, but she seemed to take pleasure in it -- maybe the oil made the difference. She knelt above my waist, the long tail of tubing dangling down from her, anchored by the balloon nozzle in her rectum. My redheaded tormentor started in on my erection once again, and judging from her response, Birgitta must have wanted her own fun. She pushed her way back, literally ran over the redhead and grabbed me. I heard the clamp on her tubing open and in an instant, she gave a start, feeling the hot water begin to rush into her rectum. Guiding me into her vagina, she slowly eased herself down, seemingly one inch at a time. When she finally bottomed out, she laid down on my stomach and held me, pushing her hands against me armpits as if to say "don't move" and her hand patted my chest.

We laid there for some time, my hands moving along her spine, rubbing each vertebral process and finding every muscle know that demanded my attention. I looked up at the enema bag: it was already 3/4 empty -- she'd taken three quarts and had to be feeling full.

When she finally started to move, she began gripping at me with a hunger; she was feeling full, water coursing through her colon, and I could feel her clench down with her sphincter against the balloon anchored in her rectum: when she did, the effect was absolutely marvelous and we both moaned. It didn't take too long for me to feel like I was going to cum again, and I signalled to the redhead to start the flow of water. In an instant, I could feel the hot water going full tilt into me.

She would clench down hard on the balloon anchored in her bottom when she would pull herself up from me, and the effect was delicious each time. She dragged her nipples against my chest, and would push herself down. We found our rhythm, and she would clench down again to keep me from sliding out, sending us both into delightful shivers. This went on for what felt like hours, but the time was actually too short and I could feel her belly begin to tighten when she would slide up on my belly and chest. She was beginning to perspire, and each time that she pulled up, she would clench a little harder. The next time that she dragged her nipples along my chest, her mouth found mine and we began to kiss urgently, fervently as she grasped at my hands. Grabbing them, I pulled her arms out and she used them to push and pull herself, struggling to clench harder at the balloon. I could hear more water being poured into one of the bags -- probably hers -- and she began to shake, gripping at me with all her might, ever tighter, pushing hard against my chest, and straining hard. She pulled both of her legs up upon mine, struggling to push her pubic bone on mine. The pressure building in my chest and loins was becoming irresistible, and I wanted to wait until Birgitta had come when she let out with a wail, a wave of convulsions shook her and she was gripped in spasms, squeezing my hands -- when I exploded, sending a hot column of fluids against her cervix, one after another as she continued to pull against me until we both collapsed.

We were making so much noise that some of the other women began to come in, but we'd both disappeared into our respective bathrooms. When I finally came out, there were unfamiliar faces in the room, looking in interest at me. I looked at the clock on the wall: the night was still young.